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Friday, 26 March 2010
From Beginning to End-Gio
I woke up one day to an amazing sunrise which I had to capture and then the following day witnessed a beautiful sunset. Creation at some of its best for me!
Diamond Ring-Laura Cooke
Diamonds are a girl’s best friend so they say and
I sometimes wonder if this is a safer option.
A friend can be there for you one
Minute and gone the next.
One day someone will buy you a diamond ring,
No one can take that away from you.
Don’t ever think they can, it is yours forever!
Round, sparkly, glints with happiness.
It will make you forget all those sorrows you have,
Now your friends may come and
Go but you will always have your diamond ring.
I sometimes wonder if this is a safer option.
A friend can be there for you one
Minute and gone the next.
One day someone will buy you a diamond ring,
No one can take that away from you.
Don’t ever think they can, it is yours forever!
Round, sparkly, glints with happiness.
It will make you forget all those sorrows you have,
Now your friends may come and
Go but you will always have your diamond ring.
Wednesday, 17 March 2010
El sentir - Susan Lisa
Me rasga, parte por parte,
Sin niguna esperanza
Se me Rompe, incansablemente
Sin miedo, Sin piedad, me arranca
Caon una Furia insaciable
El peso oprime mi pecho
Aprieta sin cansarse
Mi alma marchita,
Lentamente
Hasta al Libertad
Sin niguna esperanza
Se me Rompe, incansablemente
Sin miedo, Sin piedad, me arranca
Caon una Furia insaciable
El peso oprime mi pecho
Aprieta sin cansarse
Mi alma marchita,
Lentamente
Hasta al Libertad
Sunday, 14 March 2010
Stripes and Spots - Lauren Jackson
“A Leopard can not change its spots”
A clichéd quote, fabricated in times of old, painted with full conviction,
Passed on through generations, and to young ones told.
But thorough those perception can such a proclamation be concluded?
Is this tag derived from ones countenance and attitude or is it the product of on looker’s opinion?
An opinion of sorts, of one regarding another.
Yet does that permit one to magistrate above the other? To adjudicate? Or critique?
Duration of time once passed on, has claimed a many heart, mind or song.
One can suppress their innermost attitudes, their essence of emotion.
How therefore can justice be found in so predictable a statement?
Granted, truth can be heard in change that is good.
Hence, metamorphosis of character is constructible,
Allowing spots to become stripes as they are closely entangled,
Forming a blur of ones persona.
A clichéd quote, fabricated in times of old, painted with full conviction,
Passed on through generations, and to young ones told.
But thorough those perception can such a proclamation be concluded?
Is this tag derived from ones countenance and attitude or is it the product of on looker’s opinion?
An opinion of sorts, of one regarding another.
Yet does that permit one to magistrate above the other? To adjudicate? Or critique?
Duration of time once passed on, has claimed a many heart, mind or song.
One can suppress their innermost attitudes, their essence of emotion.
How therefore can justice be found in so predictable a statement?
Granted, truth can be heard in change that is good.
Hence, metamorphosis of character is constructible,
Allowing spots to become stripes as they are closely entangled,
Forming a blur of ones persona.
Tuesday, 9 March 2010
My Irrational Promise - Gio
This is only a drop in the ocean of love I will bestow on you of which I'm sure,
My mind cannot fathom the feelings of the future; until then they will grow even more.
So many possibilities, so few years that can flash by in an instant.
Your not here yet but from first breath on, I don't want to miss a moment.
Who knows what tomorrow may bring but when it brings you I'll never want the day to end.
What will you be like? When will you come?
Uncertainties abound but I'm sure about one.
You'll be precious far beyond any rare gem,
Our bond once formed not one shall condemn.
The moment your life begins, what becomes of mine?
I would lay down my life for you in an instant of time.
A promise to my unborn children, wild and rash some may say,
But what you'll mean to me between now and then, will only grow and never fade.
My mind cannot fathom the feelings of the future; until then they will grow even more.
So many possibilities, so few years that can flash by in an instant.
Your not here yet but from first breath on, I don't want to miss a moment.
Who knows what tomorrow may bring but when it brings you I'll never want the day to end.
What will you be like? When will you come?
Uncertainties abound but I'm sure about one.
You'll be precious far beyond any rare gem,
Our bond once formed not one shall condemn.
The moment your life begins, what becomes of mine?
I would lay down my life for you in an instant of time.
A promise to my unborn children, wild and rash some may say,
But what you'll mean to me between now and then, will only grow and never fade.
Friday, 5 March 2010
A note from TJ (and maybe Gio?)
Hi guys! Seeing it's been a little while now since something has been added, thought the opportunity should be taken to keep things flowing nicely. It's great to see so many new members in a short space of time and so many contributions whether it be art or poetry. Please keep it coming because it's all fantastic! Spring is here now and not long until the summer so hopefully the muse will be with you and you'll be inspired to put together some fresh pieces. More photography, art, poems, prose even debates and discussions are welcome. Get into the Spring Zing people.
That's it for now, but something by me (TJ) for just a bit of fun follows. It's made up of song-titles so see if you can spot all 27 from various artists. No prizes really...but if someone does manage to find them all I suppose there could be... Ciao for now.
You Took The Words...
It all started in the notebook
When I had to try sleeping with a broken heart in this bed
Thinking of a wreckless love and wondering how it feels to fly
‘Cause my oh my those butterflyz sure know how.
Is this the way love feels?
Something so indescribable there’s no way it can be concealed?
All I know is that I felt like a fragile, porcelain doll until you came along
Now all the time I’m playin’ our song
And I’m concerning myself all day long with what you do and how you do
But I just can’t tell you.
So I guess you could say love is my disease
But I have never felt so free even though I’m scared he’ll blame it on me
So at a prelude to a kiss I pray for forgiveness
To get me through it all – I don’t wanna always be fallin’
Unless it’s I.Y.A. because like I told my diary that would make me happy.
At what point would you say that I’m officially missing you?
When it doesn’t mean anything if I ain’t got you?
Would you allow me to tell you something?
I’m really hoping it might just be that
The hardest thing I ever did
Got me the best I ever had
And if that, if that, comes true and dreams can come true
It might just be that I love you.
That's it for now, but something by me (TJ) for just a bit of fun follows. It's made up of song-titles so see if you can spot all 27 from various artists. No prizes really...but if someone does manage to find them all I suppose there could be... Ciao for now.
You Took The Words...
It all started in the notebook
When I had to try sleeping with a broken heart in this bed
Thinking of a wreckless love and wondering how it feels to fly
‘Cause my oh my those butterflyz sure know how.
Is this the way love feels?
Something so indescribable there’s no way it can be concealed?
All I know is that I felt like a fragile, porcelain doll until you came along
Now all the time I’m playin’ our song
And I’m concerning myself all day long with what you do and how you do
But I just can’t tell you.
So I guess you could say love is my disease
But I have never felt so free even though I’m scared he’ll blame it on me
So at a prelude to a kiss I pray for forgiveness
To get me through it all – I don’t wanna always be fallin’
Unless it’s I.Y.A. because like I told my diary that would make me happy.
At what point would you say that I’m officially missing you?
When it doesn’t mean anything if I ain’t got you?
Would you allow me to tell you something?
I’m really hoping it might just be that
The hardest thing I ever did
Got me the best I ever had
And if that, if that, comes true and dreams can come true
It might just be that I love you.
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