Seaside in Santorini (Greece)
Showing posts with label ocean. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ocean. Show all posts
(See it on Flickr)I took this picture in Mykonos, Greece. I've used the
"tilt shift" technique to simulate a miniature scene.
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Voices of Solitude
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Through the
Wind’s Trance
By Peter S. Quinn
Here are the lost waves
Reaching to the shore
With the invisible craves
With what each man is for
Rasping the sands time sea
From nocturnal struggle
Forever in the night to be
As a performing obstacle
Penetrating every silence
From lost indistinct rise
Through the wind's trance
The hidden - in its disguise
Innumerable bizarre so pure
The seeds from buried earth
That to the people will lure
To give their missing - its birth
Hear the voice of the land
That chooses roots to be born
Invincible waves to understand
Between each contrasts it's torn
Circulating the current song
From numerous convey of hope
To struggle and rises so strong
Of succeeding newborn zest lope
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Through the
Wind’s Trance
By Peter S. Quinn
Here are the lost waves
Reaching to the shore
With the invisible craves
With what each man is for
Rasping the sands time sea
From nocturnal struggle
Forever in the night to be
As a performing obstacle
Penetrating every silence
From lost indistinct rise
Through the wind's trance
The hidden - in its disguise
Innumerable bizarre so pure
The seeds from buried earth
That to the people will lure
To give their missing - its birth
Hear the voice of the land
That chooses roots to be born
Invincible waves to understand
Between each contrasts it's torn
Circulating the current song
From numerous convey of hope
To struggle and rises so strong
Of succeeding newborn zest lope
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My Boat Wants To Sail
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My Boat
Wants To Sail
By Peter S. Quinn
My boat is all alone
On the weaving mystic sea
Like a bottom pebble stone
That cannot become free
Blue white billow's high
In their faraway circling around
Surround it there and tie
On deep abyss own playground
My boat wants to sail
Through oceans of unknown
In search of a fresh trail
Where easy wind has blown
But brine seas are deep
And get so much there lost
Commitments cannot keep
On rocky shores get tossed
Sea dreams won’t elapse
If we can find their way
Sail through hidden traps
Reefs that with ridge play
My boat wants to find
The freedom of the deep
And leave old scenes behind
That my turret can’t keep
Wants To Sail
By Peter S. Quinn
My boat is all alone
On the weaving mystic sea
Like a bottom pebble stone
That cannot become free
Blue white billow's high
In their faraway circling around
Surround it there and tie
On deep abyss own playground
My boat wants to sail
Through oceans of unknown
In search of a fresh trail
Where easy wind has blown
But brine seas are deep
And get so much there lost
Commitments cannot keep
On rocky shores get tossed
Sea dreams won’t elapse
If we can find their way
Sail through hidden traps
Reefs that with ridge play
My boat wants to find
The freedom of the deep
And leave old scenes behind
That my turret can’t keep
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My Way
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© 2009 - Ben Heine
The Way I Am
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
I walk in life the way I am
Sometimes strong and sometimes weak
I have my happy hours too
Some are like those you might seek
I hope everybody finds their way
That's the purpose for being here
Different goals we might find out
Coming from distance everywhere
I walk in life with love and care
It's the way we all should do
Sorrows and joys we might share
So come and join by being you
We walk in life unperfectly
For nothing is too absolute
Take a look from inside me
There may lay your different route
I hope everybody finds their way
And joy with dreams they share
For tomorrow is another day
I hope I'll be finding you there
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© 2009 - Ben Heine.
I Walk in LifeThe Way I Am
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
I walk in life the way I am
Sometimes strong and sometimes weak
I have my happy hours too
Some are like those you might seek
I hope everybody finds their way
That's the purpose for being here
Different goals we might find out
Coming from distance everywhere
I walk in life with love and care
It's the way we all should do
Sorrows and joys we might share
So come and join by being you
We walk in life unperfectly
For nothing is too absolute
Take a look from inside me
There may lay your different route
I hope everybody finds their way
And joy with dreams they share
For tomorrow is another day
I hope I'll be finding you there
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Bring The Light
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© 2009 - Ben Heine
Come Here - Light
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
After light comes darkness
And after darkness comes light
For you and with - I shall caress
And fly onto your flight
To the sunshine nearby
Just across the dim sea
Through the blue morning sky
That the soul sets free
Every hour of the dark
Shall not dwell on too long
For the gleams must spark
In a new day breaking song
That shall melt any ice
That has broken its way
In the roots full of lies
That now meet brighter day
Come here with your speech
In to love of the far
With every thought it’ll teach
Of peace – not of war
Come here in your wings
Fly among true love
With what it to the heart brings
Full of sunshine from above
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© 2009 - Ben HeineCome Here - Light
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
After light comes darkness
And after darkness comes light
For you and with - I shall caress
And fly onto your flight
To the sunshine nearby
Just across the dim sea
Through the blue morning sky
That the soul sets free
Every hour of the dark
Shall not dwell on too long
For the gleams must spark
In a new day breaking song
That shall melt any ice
That has broken its way
In the roots full of lies
That now meet brighter day
Come here with your speech
In to love of the far
With every thought it’ll teach
Of peace – not of war
Come here in your wings
Fly among true love
With what it to the heart brings
Full of sunshine from above
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And I
Love
You So
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By Peter S. Quinn
And I love you so
In my wandering ways
Like the clouds that go
In the manner that plays
Lost and found everyone
Where the days meet night
And we are so alone
In the lost of late flight
With a heart catching fire
From the day of never come
Any loving aspiring desire
Where every love is from
Emotions of deep oceans
That reaches to the land
Flights of such devotions
Only we may understand
For this I love you so
In timeless space of thought
Like a morning coming glow
Those rainbows have taught
Something inside quite dear
Of every peripatetic play
When love is so much near
In words of closeness say
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The poem appeared on
petersquinn.blogspot.com
PS : I took the photo last summer in Portugal.
Check out a similar photo I took
at the same beach : Love is Everywhere
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Love
You So
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By Peter S. Quinn
And I love you so
In my wandering ways
Like the clouds that go
In the manner that plays
Lost and found everyone
Where the days meet night
And we are so alone
In the lost of late flight
With a heart catching fire
From the day of never come
Any loving aspiring desire
Where every love is from
Emotions of deep oceans
That reaches to the land
Flights of such devotions
Only we may understand
For this I love you so
In timeless space of thought
Like a morning coming glow
Those rainbows have taught
Something inside quite dear
Of every peripatetic play
When love is so much near
In words of closeness say
.
The poem appeared on
petersquinn.blogspot.com
PS : I took the photo last summer in Portugal.
Check out a similar photo I took
at the same beach : Love is Everywhere
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If I could Fly...
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...f r e e d o m would be mine
Bring the Light
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By Peter S. Quinn
Come come morning come
Freshness awaits me then
Tickle each bosom blossom
When they will feel you again
Rise to the edge of the sea
Bring the light there on
Billows that waves so free
Never to shore are all done
A bird in a nest is to fly
Finding the freedom in wings
Reaching the horizons sky
Wondering what morning brings
Flocking to oceans wide
Searching for something to eat
Into the deep they glide
Every small motion to read
Come come to day newborn
With every aspect of light
Dark gown is becoming worn
Taking its dim and the night
Faraway times going around
Each with its moments to turn
Somewhere a glow they've found
To give to the new morning burn
(The poem appeared on petersquinn.blogspot.com)
PS : I took the photo last Summer
in The Hague, in the Netherlands
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Bring the Light
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By Peter S. Quinn
Come come morning come
Freshness awaits me then
Tickle each bosom blossom
When they will feel you again
Rise to the edge of the sea
Bring the light there on
Billows that waves so free
Never to shore are all done
A bird in a nest is to fly
Finding the freedom in wings
Reaching the horizons sky
Wondering what morning brings
Flocking to oceans wide
Searching for something to eat
Into the deep they glide
Every small motion to read
Come come to day newborn
With every aspect of light
Dark gown is becoming worn
Taking its dim and the night
Faraway times going around
Each with its moments to turn
Somewhere a glow they've found
To give to the new morning burn
(The poem appeared on petersquinn.blogspot.com)
PS : I took the photo last Summer
in The Hague, in the Netherlands
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