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Literature
Happy Seventy-Fifth
Happy Seventy-Fifth
To Delice1941
This time and date of the year
Used to be a day of cheer;
But now I find
That my old mind
Dwells on the facts drawing slowly near.
Yet I still see and I still hear.
I heard from those abroad this year
That sixty years is "over the hill."
That time of my life is drawing near,
But I enjoy my time still.
Maybe I am growing slowly olden,
But this age can still be golden.
All in the eye of the beholder;
So, what have I to fear?
And now a friend will be seventy-five;
That day too is drawing near.
But even then she is still alive,
What has she to fear?
Good health and safety can assure
That death is still far away.
So let her celebrate this day.
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AUTUMN/HALLOWEEN SHOWCASE 2016
I thought is was time for me to do an Autumn/Halloween showcase. :)
New from me this year with more to come in the next few weeks:
       
Previous years:
  CRESCENT and GOURDS by NocturneJewel HARVEST KISSING GECKOS by NocturneJewel CAPPUCCINO AND CADBURY CELEBRATE AUTUMN by NocturneJewel PUMPKIN GECKOS! by NocturneJewel PUMPKIN AND THE RUNAWAY GECKOS! by NocturneJewel AUTUMN SIBLINGS 1 by NocturneJewel AUTUMN SIBLINGS 2 by NocturneJewel ECLIPSE AND THE PUMPKIN by NocturneJewel CANDY CORN BABY by NocturneJewel A TASTE AT THE FARMER'S MARKET by NocturneJewel FARMER TWILIGHT'S MARKET by NocturneJewel FARMER TWILIGHT by NocturneJewel FARMER TWILIGHT'S BIRTHDAY by NocturneJewel WITCHY CADBURY by NocturneJewel HALLOWEEN CADBURY by NocturneJewel CAPPUCCINO CELEBRATES HALLOWEEN! by NocturneJewel THE TRICK OR TREATERS by NocturneJewel 
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Journal
Treasure Trove # 127 Friends Forever
Greetings,
I have been dormant for a few months on uploading new photos, but, I promise you, my muse will return very soon when my mood comes around.
Until then, enjoy these tidbits from some friends of mine :D











Instead Of Words by sesam-is-open
Diamond Dove! by motherearth01
My love for Sri Lanka by jennystokes
*Cornflower* by D-A-Skelly
Antipasto II by Cinnamoncandy
Little Red Planet by Bimmi1111

Do not touch ... by Miarath
sand cat by awjay
On the scent of apples by Daykiney
Kiki, Tia and Nemo SGG by sallygilroy
Bitching ................. by pjenz
Seahorse by xeena-dragonkizz
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BUTTERFLY PIXIE by Heather-Chrysalis BUTTERFLY PIXIE :iconheather-chrysalis:Heather-Chrysalis 24 21
Literature
The Door
I long to knock
on your door
but the darkness
of the close confines
beyond it-
still my hand.
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Literature
BEAUTIFUL BUTTERFLY
BEAUTIFUL BUTTERFLY

A snare of Silk and Silence held me tightly confined
-until a new Day's dewy inhale of breath stirred
a certain eloquence that is only understood by the
butterflies, pooling their powdery colors in the pores
of a Midsummer Morning, it was on such a Day that
my chrysalis broke wide and out I shimmered whole,
unfolding my gossamer wings that were in tepid Truth
a patchwork of poetry and the broken glass shards
of reflections spangling themselves into a mosaic,
I panted on the windowpane while my blood deified
my veins with a new verse I would soon learn to sing
-but how I wished I could pant in a buttery meadow
of clover and daisies instead, I was still confined
on the otherside of the glass so I spangled myself
in the imaginings of a world finely tuned to Nature's
lute, I watched the world whisper by since my legs were
too dizzy to keep up, so dizzy that they kept tripping
on the asphalt...but my wings I fluttered,
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Literature
THE SLIGHTEST SOUL...

THE SLIGHTEST SOUL...


I was the slightest soul in a house
of Stone and Shadow, I took the smallest step
-backward-into the corner-hoping-
they wouldn't find me, my little corner
I dusted with the reverie of a single
rose petal and populated it with books,
books and a firefly-lit lamp were my world
where I pretended I was loved and accepted,
where I scribed the prose I couldn't speak,
my tongue was purpled under the weight
of everyday bruises as I tried to catch
the feathers falling from the blue atmosphere.
I couldn't speak and I never spoke,
from those who raged and ridiculed
I locked myself away in Prose
and Solitude, I never learned to speak
louder than a Whisper-and only briefly too-
I couldn't bear to live too loudly,
the racket would scatter my sensitive
nerves and shrivel the halcyon height
that my soul can only reach
in the white plumes of Silence.
Only in Poetry was I ever he
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The Minstrel by InayatShah The Minstrel :iconinayatshah:InayatShah 90 27 Takeover. by jennystokes Takeover. :iconjennystokes:jennystokes 74 38 Cormoran au mouillage by La-Tete-Ailleurs Cormoran au mouillage :iconla-tete-ailleurs:La-Tete-Ailleurs 5 2 A STROLL IN THE PARK by Heather-Chrysalis A STROLL IN THE PARK :iconheather-chrysalis:Heather-Chrysalis 15 26 ENJOYING A SUMMER'S DAY by Heather-Chrysalis ENJOYING A SUMMER'S DAY :iconheather-chrysalis:Heather-Chrysalis 13 24 MAKING FRIENDS AT THE PARK by Heather-Chrysalis MAKING FRIENDS AT THE PARK :iconheather-chrysalis:Heather-Chrysalis 15 30

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2017

Sun Apr 2, 2017, 1:13 AM

A QUIET FIVE MINUTES
POEMS FOR EVERYONE




Gondola-in-venice-illustration by D-A-Skelly

The Venetian Gondolier
by
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Here rest the weary oar! -- soft airs
Breathe out in the o'erarching sky;
And Night!-- sweet Night -- serenely wears
A smile of peace; her noon is nigh.

Where the tall fir in quiet stands,
And waves, embracing the chaste shores,
Move o'er sea-shells and bright sands,-
Is heard the sound of dipping oars.

Swift o'er the wave the light bark springs,
Love's midnight hour draws lingering near:
And list!-- his tuneful viol strings
The young Venetian Gondolier.

Lo! on the silver-mirrored deep,
On earth, and her embosomed lakes,
And where the silent rivers sweep,
From the thin cloud fair moonlight breaks

Soft music breathes around, and dies
On the calm bosom of the sea;
Whilst in her cell the novice sighs
Her vespers to her rosary.

At their dim altars bow fair forms,
In tender charity for those,
That, helpless left to life's rude storms,
Have never found this calm repose.

The bell swings to its midnight chime,
Relieved against the deep blue sky!--
Haste!-- dip the oar again! -- 'tis time
To seek Genevra's balcony.


Image result for image public domain grasshoppers

On the Grasshopper and Cricket
by
John Keats

The poetry of earth is never dead:
 When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
 And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead;
That is the Grasshopper’s—he takes the lead
 In summer luxury,—he has never done
 With his delights; for when tired out with fun
He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
The poetry of earth is ceasing never:
 On a lone winter evening, when the frost
   Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills
The Cricket’s song, in warmth increasing ever,
 And seems to one in drowsiness half lost,
   The Grasshoppers among some grassy hills.



Borisovmusatov spring by D-A-Skelly


A Prayer In Spring 
 by 
Robert Frost

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day; 
And give us not to think so far away 
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here 
All simply in the springing of the year. 

Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night; 
And make us happy in the happy bees, 
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees. 

And make us happy in the darting bird 
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill, 
And off a blossom in mid-air stands still. 

For this is love and nothing else is love, 
The which it is reserved for God above 
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfil. 





Bees-beehive-vintage-background by D-A-Skelly


The Lake Isle of Innisfree 
by
William Butler Yeats

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.


And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.



Images by D-A-Skelly


Poem from Love's Labour's Lost
 by 
William Shakespeare

When daisies pied and violets blue, 
  And lady-smocks all silver-white, 
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue 
  Do paint the meadows with delight, 
The cuckoo then, on every tree, 
Mocks married men; for thus sings he, 
  Cuckoo! 
Cuckoo, cuckoo! - O word of fear, 
Unpleasing to a married ear! 

When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, 
  And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, 
When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, 
  And maidens bleach their summer smocks 
The cuckoo then, on every tree, 
Mocks married men; for thus sings he, 
  Cuckoo! 
Cuckoo, cuckoo! - O word of fear, 
Unpleasing to a married ear!



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2017

Sun Apr 2, 2017, 1:13 AM

A QUIET FIVE MINUTES
POEMS FOR EVERYONE




Gondola-in-venice-illustration by D-A-Skelly

The Venetian Gondolier
by
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Here rest the weary oar! -- soft airs
Breathe out in the o'erarching sky;
And Night!-- sweet Night -- serenely wears
A smile of peace; her noon is nigh.

Where the tall fir in quiet stands,
And waves, embracing the chaste shores,
Move o'er sea-shells and bright sands,-
Is heard the sound of dipping oars.

Swift o'er the wave the light bark springs,
Love's midnight hour draws lingering near:
And list!-- his tuneful viol strings
The young Venetian Gondolier.

Lo! on the silver-mirrored deep,
On earth, and her embosomed lakes,
And where the silent rivers sweep,
From the thin cloud fair moonlight breaks

Soft music breathes around, and dies
On the calm bosom of the sea;
Whilst in her cell the novice sighs
Her vespers to her rosary.

At their dim altars bow fair forms,
In tender charity for those,
That, helpless left to life's rude storms,
Have never found this calm repose.

The bell swings to its midnight chime,
Relieved against the deep blue sky!--
Haste!-- dip the oar again! -- 'tis time
To seek Genevra's balcony.


Image result for image public domain grasshoppers

On the Grasshopper and Cricket
by
John Keats

The poetry of earth is never dead:
 When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
 And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead;
That is the Grasshopper’s—he takes the lead
 In summer luxury,—he has never done
 With his delights; for when tired out with fun
He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
The poetry of earth is ceasing never:
 On a lone winter evening, when the frost
   Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills
The Cricket’s song, in warmth increasing ever,
 And seems to one in drowsiness half lost,
   The Grasshoppers among some grassy hills.



Borisovmusatov spring by D-A-Skelly


A Prayer In Spring 
 by 
Robert Frost

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day; 
And give us not to think so far away 
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here 
All simply in the springing of the year. 

Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night; 
And make us happy in the happy bees, 
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees. 

And make us happy in the darting bird 
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill, 
And off a blossom in mid-air stands still. 

For this is love and nothing else is love, 
The which it is reserved for God above 
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfil. 





Bees-beehive-vintage-background by D-A-Skelly


The Lake Isle of Innisfree 
by
William Butler Yeats

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.


And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.



Images by D-A-Skelly


Poem from Love's Labour's Lost
 by 
William Shakespeare

When daisies pied and violets blue, 
  And lady-smocks all silver-white, 
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue 
  Do paint the meadows with delight, 
The cuckoo then, on every tree, 
Mocks married men; for thus sings he, 
  Cuckoo! 
Cuckoo, cuckoo! - O word of fear, 
Unpleasing to a married ear! 

When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, 
  And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, 
When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, 
  And maidens bleach their summer smocks 
The cuckoo then, on every tree, 
Mocks married men; for thus sings he, 
  Cuckoo! 
Cuckoo, cuckoo! - O word of fear, 
Unpleasing to a married ear!



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Placi1 Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2017
Thank you for the fave!
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D-A-Skelly Featured By Owner Apr 28, 2017
My dear László,
       I just popped in to check page and post poem so I must take this opportunity to thank you for the support, particularly while I have been doing so very little. I make an effort to keep the profile page updated but realize I am falling sadly behind. Do hope this note finds you well and enjoying warmer weather Spring Explosion by KmyGraphic
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Placi1 Featured By Owner Apr 28, 2017
Dear Delice,

It is great to see you here again!!

Thank you, I am fine and I hope the you are fine as well.

The spring is beautiful  here, just a one day snow disturbed  the blooming last week.

I wish you a great spring and a good health to enjoy it.:PeachBlossom: 

László
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KmyGraphic Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2016  Professional Filmographer
Thank you very much for your  gift and i wish for you a very Happy Christmas and New Year ! Hugs
ChristmasWishes by KmyGraphic   Warmest Greetings by KmyGraphic   
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snazzie-designz Featured By Owner Dec 21, 2016   General Artist
Haven't been online very often recently, but I hope you're doing well and that you have a very joyous Solstice, Christmas, New Year and/or holidays. :D Christmas Flower by KmyGraphic
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JocelyneR Featured By Owner Nov 6, 2016
Happy Birthday, dear Delice!  :heart:

My best wishes for the year to come!  :hug:   Blue Pendant by KmyGraphic
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D-A-Skelly Featured By Owner Nov 9, 2016
Thank You by KmyGraphic
Dear Jocelyne, thank you for your birthday wishes.
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jennystokes Featured By Owner Nov 6, 2016  Professional General Artist
Happy Birthday to you Dear Delice :sing: :dance: :hug:'sss
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D-A-Skelly Featured By Owner Edited Nov 6, 2016
Flower For You by KmyGraphic
Dear Jenny, thank you for your birthday wishes. OMG the years are piling up!
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jennystokes Featured By Owner Nov 6, 2016  Professional General Artist
My pleasure Delice.......................OH God yes they are!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!No, I disagree! Heart 2016 NaNoEmo - #1 Imagination 
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