Tuesday, July 11, 2017

THE OCEAN - by © B Gosling




THE OCEAN 

by © B Gosling



The waves trickle along my toes.
The soft ocean sprays across my nose.
The sand was compliant under my feet,
Exactly where the ocean and it decide to meet.


The water rose and enveloped around my shin.
The salt water numbing against the skin.
A shell drifted, caught in the tide,
A tiny crab adrift inside.


The water drifted up to my hips,
A million kisses from the ocean's lips.
A gentle caress from the deep blue,
Though it would've been better if it was from you...


The water enveloped around my waist.
A thousand tiny fingers around me laced.
The horizon calls, it beckons me
Out towards it, across the sea.


 
R-Oksan@






Thursday, June 1, 2017

MY DEAREST LOVE - by © Sherri Brown





MY  DEAREST  LOVE 

by © Sherri Brown



I see you in my thoughts and dreams,
When I awake, how real it seems.
You aren't here to comfort me,
But soon I hope you will be.

No one truly knows or understands;
You have my heart in your hands.
My love is what you truly own.
Come soon and make our house a home.

Inside those walls you are doing your time,
Not being here with me is your only true crime.
Others in your life will come and go,
But my love is true, and I'm sure you know.

I may not be rich or the prettiest one,
But I love you so much; you are my sun.
You light up my life every time you call.
When the time is up, I begin to fall.

You are my stars, you are my moon,
Being with you will come very soon.
So when you sleep, take this to heart,
No one or nothing will keep us apart.



R-Oksan@





Saturday, May 20, 2017

A FABLE by Mark Twain


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Once upon a time an artist who had painted a small and very beautiful picture placed it so that he could see it in the mirror. He said, “This doubles the distance and softens it, and it is twice as lovely as it was before.”
The animals out in the woods heard of this through the housecat, who was greatly admired by them because he was so learned, and so refined and civilized, and so polite and high-bred, and could tell them so much which they didn’t know before, and were not certain about afterward. They were much excited about this new piece of gossip, and they asked questions, so as to get at a full understanding of it. They asked what a picture was, and the cat explained.
“It is a flat thing,” he said; “wonderfully flat, marvelously flat, enchantingly flat and elegant. And, oh, so beautiful!”
That excited them almost to a frenzy, and they said they would give the world to see it. Then the bear asked:
“What is it that makes it so beautiful?”
“It is the looks of it,” said the cat.
This filled them with admiration and uncertainty, and they were more excited than ever. Then the cow asked:
“What is a mirror?”
“It is a hole in the wall,” said the cat. “You look in it, and there you see the picture, and it is so dainty and charming and ethereal and inspiring in its unimaginable beauty that your head turns round and round, and you almost swoon with ecstasy.”
The ass had not said anything as yet; he now began to throw doubts. He said there had never been anything as beautiful as this before, and probably wasn’t now. He said that when it took a whole basketful of sesquipedalian adjectives to whoop up a thing of beauty, it was time for suspicion.
It was easy to see that these doubts were having an effect upon the animals, so the cat went off offended. The subject was dropped for a couple of days, but in the meantime curiosity was taking a fresh start, and there was a revival of interest perceptible. Then the animals assailed the ass for spoiling what could possibly have been a pleasure to them, on a mere suspicion that the picture was not beautiful, without any evidence that such was the case. The ass was not troubled; he was calm, and said there was one way to find out who was in the right, himself or the cat: he would go and look in that hole, and come back and tell what he found there. The animals felt relieved and grateful, and asked him to go at once—which he did.
But he did not know where he ought to stand; and so, through error, he stood between the picture and the mirror. The result was that the picture had no chance, and didn’t show up. He returned home and said:
“The cat lied. There was nothing in that hole but an ass. There wasn’t a sign of a flat thing visible. It was a handsome ass, and friendly, but just an ass, and nothing more.”
The elephant asked:
“Did you see it good and clear? Were you close to it?”
“I saw it good and clear, O Hathi, King of Beasts. I was so close that I touched noses with it.”
“This is very strange,” said the elephant; “the cat was always truthful before—as far as we could make out. Let another witness try. Go, Baloo, look in the hole, and come and report.”
So the bear went. When he came back, he said:
“Both the cat and the ass have lied; there was nothing in the hole but a bear.”
Great was the surprise and puzzlement of the animals. Each was now anxious to make the test himself and get at the straight truth. The elephant sent them one at a time.
First, the cow. She found nothing in the hole but a cow.
The tiger found nothing in it but a tiger.
The lion found nothing in it but a lion.
The leopard found nothing in it but a leopard.
The camel found a camel, and nothing more.
Then Hathi was wroth, and said he would have the truth, if he had to go and fetch it himself. When he returned, he abused his whole subjectry for liars, and was in an unappeasable fury with the moral and mental blindness of the cat. He said that anybody but a near-sighted fool could see that there was nothing in the hole but an elephant.
   MORAL, BY THE CAT
You can find in a text whatever you bring, if you will stand between it and the mirror of your imagination. You may not see your ears, but they will be there.

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Tuesday, May 9, 2017

THROUGH IT ALL - by© Destinee Snuffer





THROUGH IT ALL 

by© Destinee Snuffer


Friends come and go
Life flies by right before your eyes.
You loose ones you love
Yet through it all you still love your life.

People leave you to fight alone
You put on a fake smile to hide all your pain
Yet someone still knows your hurt.

Through it all you still put on a front to satisfy those around you
Thorough it all you wouldn't change a thing
Through it all you wouldn't trade your life for fame.

You build a wall to try to keep from getting hurt
You lock up you heart and throw away the key to see who cares enough to look for the key
Through it all there's not many people that got you to open up yet still you love it all.

Struggles meet you in the face to watch you slip up
Yet through it all you wouldn't change a thing.

Through it all you wouldn't change a thing
Through it all you wouldn't trade your life for fame.







Thursday, May 4, 2017

HOW IT USED TO BE - by © Melanie Edwards




HOW IT USED TO BE 

© Melanie Edwards


I remember how it used to be
when nothing else matter but you and me
music, country roads, and future dreams.

I miss you, I wish you could see
although you are here, I miss you and me.

I remember when you said how happy I made you
and you really meant it...now, it's just a phrase
you say without thinking.

I miss those days when you'd call just to say "hi"
or "I love you"...the days it was so hard
just to say good-bye for a while.

I remember how wonderful it felt the first time
you held me in your arms-and how after all those
years you still made my heart melt.

I miss the old you- and the old me
The old us that could just sit and talk for hours
and never run out of things to say.

I remember when time simply stood still-
when in each other's arms is the only place
we wanted to be...forever.

I miss us as I remember how it used to be...
when nothing else matter but you and me.







Thursday, April 27, 2017

FRANS POURBUS THE YOUNGER (1569–1622) - PAINTINGS

Isabella of France (Queen of Spain)

Portrait of Isabella Clara Eugenia

Spouse Isabella Clara Eugenia - Albrecht.

 Portrait of a Man

Portrait of the Spanish Infanta - Isabella Clara Eugenia with her dwarf


Henrietta Maria French - the youngest daughter of the French King Henry IV and Maria de 'Medici, married in 1625 for Charles I Stuart, King of England.


Portrait of Anne of Austria in mourning. 1621


Louis XIII, as a Dauphin in 10 years.


Christina Maria Bourbon is a French princess, after her marriage the Duchess of Savoy. The second daughter and the third child of King Henry IV of France and his second wife, Maria de 'Medici. 1612


Portrait of Maria Medici


Philip III - King of Spain


Gaston Jean Baptiste French, Duke of Orleans, the youngest son of King Henry IV and Maria Medici. 1611

Isabella Clara Eugenia - Spanish Infanta, ruler of the Spanish Netherlands.



Henry IV the Great is the leader of the Huguenots at the end of the Religious Wars in France, King of Navarre since 1572, King of France since 1589, the founder of the French royal dynasty of the Bourbons.



Children's portrait of the King of France Louis XIII


Maria Medici is the queen of France, the daughter of the Grand Duke Francesco I of Tuscany and Joanna of Austria. 1605 year.


Vincenzo I Gonzaga - Duke of Mantua, Duke of Monferrat since 1587. Son Guglielmo Gonzaga and Eleonora of Austria. The last great ruler of the dynasty.



Eleanor Medici is an Italian aristocrat from the Medici dynasty, in the marriage of the Duchess of Mantua and Monferrat. In 1584, Eleanor married Vincenzo I Gonzaga, who soon became ruler of Mantua and Monferrat.



A portrait of Eleanor Gonzaga, the youngest daughter of Vincenzo I Gonzaga, Duke of Mantua, and Eleonora de Medici.


Margarita Gonzaga - daughter of the Mantuan ruler Vincenzo I of the Gonzaga family, in marriage - the Duchess of Lorraine.



Portrait of Maria Medici




Guillaume du Vare, a lawyer and a writer. 1622



Portrait of Isabella Clara Eugenia 




Portrait of Maria Medici