New Art And Poetry By My Friend Karen Glosser @kglosserdesigns
Posted: October 3, 2013 Filed under: Art, Poetry | Tags: Artist, autumn, Photo, Photographer, Photography, Pic, Poem, Poet, Poetry 4 CommentsNature Whispers
Clear skyDeep crystalline blue
Sun, lingering late day warmth
Golden
My mind wanders…
I close my eyes
Pause…
Longing for more summer
Refreshing wind
Gentle rustling above
Eyes open, fiery auburn light
I look up
And Nature whispers,
“It is time to move on…
Look closer…
I have something new to show you.”
(Photo: Autumn, Afire. Karen Glosser)
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Twelve: Ghost Ships in the Night — Original and Re-edited Version by @Zorlone
Posted: October 14, 2011 Filed under: FC3ZMD, Isms | Tags: FC3ZMD, Ghost, Ism, Life, Poem, Ships 2 CommentsGhost Ships in the Night
Like ghost ships in the sea at night,
We live our lives, each day a fight!
Life passes by each daunting day,
we fervently refuse to stray.
We may be caught and in the grey,
It’s fine, cause we’re ghosts anyway.
Life seems too short, for all who care,
can’t you sit still and be aware.
Life is like the life you wish spared
if you rush your life unaware.
Like ghost ships in the sea at night,
we live our lives, each day a fight.
Our hope is all we have to fight,
there’s no need to be affright.
We are ghosts living on a light,
through scourges of a rightful night.
And in the dark, we may not see,
though all the stars just let us be.
If we open our eyes so bright,
release shall all these ghostly fright.
Without a dream, and without gleam,
we would not last, our souls like glass!
Just make it last and make it fly
Like a photo from days gone by,
Our sails dance in the morbid sky
with fleets to quench your hungry eyes.
Like ghost ships in the sea at night,
we live our lives, each day a fight!
Life is like the life you defeat,
it can be long, bitter, and sweet.
As long as we begin to meet,
a life time that each moment greets,
One moment to last forever,
look up in space, come with wonder.
From the seas, we pass each other,
fear no ghosts nor gods asunder.
Like ghost ships in the sea at night,
we live our lives, each day a fight!
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Artwork: Frank Cunha III | Poetry: Frank Cunha III / Re-edited by: Lorenzo Bernardino | More Poetry
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Original Version of
Ghost Ships in the Night
Like ghost ships in the sea at night,
We live our lives, each day a fight
Life passes by every day,
We won’t stay in the grey,
We are ghosts anyway
Life seems short,
For all who care
Can’t they see?
We are meant to be!
Life is like the life you wish
If you wish without delay
Without a dream,
Without a gleam,
We won’t last,
Our souls are glass!
Hope is all we have to fight,
There’s no need to be affright,
Ghosts we are if we live blind,
In the dark,
We can’t see,
All the stars that shine on us
But if we open our eyes bright,
To all the light
We will see,
Life is like the life we wish
Life can be,
Long and sweet,
As long as we begin to see
A life time lives in every moment,
Make it last, make it count
Like a photo from days gone by,
Our sails dance in the sky
One moment for eternity be,
Look up and see,
From this ship,
We pass each other by,
No need to fear,
The gods are near.
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Eleven: The Black Leaf (An Autumn Poem)
Posted: September 30, 2011 Filed under: Isms | Tags: autumn, Collab, Egypt, FC3, Maha, Original, Poem, Poetry 6 CommentsThe Black Leaf (An Autumn Poem)
I was never green,
I was never golden, brown,
Or orange, crisp,
Never magenta,
Or the color of the sun,
At sunset or dusk,
I was always black,
A leaf with no color,
I was never born,
I never needed,
The power of the sun,
What made me grow,
I will never know,
What is sure,
Is that I always was,
And when you die,
I will still be alive,
A single black leaf on this tree of life.
No color near,
No need to fear,
No need for sunlight,
Or her embrace,
I never grew, I just knew,
That void in you,
So cold and black,
This leaf,
Won’t Fall,
It’s suspended here,
For all of time,
The constant that remains,
When all else must change,
I was here when the earth was new and no dust yet lay,
When the winds and oceans grew,
I looked upon with great dismay,
All the pain your kind would bring,
And when the last song is sung,
And the earth a flames,
I will remain, just the same.
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Eleven: Night’s Illusions
Posted: May 21, 2011 Filed under: Art, Isms, More FC3, Poetry | Tags: Art, Artistic, Artwork, Carl Watts, Collaboration, FC3, Images, isms, Layers, Original, Photographic, Poem, Poetry, Repost, Unique 8 CommentsNight’s Illusions
It seems it is all a dream
A pleasant mishmash of confusion
I was fine when I went to sleep
Now the pictures flash like an illusion
Beauty of body very bold
Images sharp over laid in folds
Sensuous, desirable, a story told
A woman’s beauty never grows old
The gentle brush of scented hair
Color, thoughts flashing about
Warmth and excitement fill the air
How will this dream work out?
Another flash, a clashing sound
The alarm set to kill dreams
Brilliant images falling all around
Back to sleep, should I try?
Try learn the girls name?
Get up and start my day?
I suspect I’ll never be the same
Not after meeting, the girls with no name
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Nine: Looking Back
Posted: April 2, 2011 Filed under: Art, Isms, More FC3, Poetry | Tags: Art, Artistic, Audrey, Audrey Bitoni, Bitoni, Carl Watts, Collaboration, FC3, Frank Cunha, Golden Eye, Graphic, Greg Hergert Stencil Background, He, isms, Original, Photo Art, Photographic, Poem, Poetry, She, Special, Time to Celebrate, Unique 1 CommentLooking Back
We had met over space and time
Meeting as life does in it’s rhythm of rhyme
I didn’t know him at first
He wouldn’t stop, expressing a thirst
Something about him drew him to me
It was like he was looking right straight through me
Seven thousand miles and a million years
As I look back in my memory, I remember tears
It was a love that wasn’t meant to be
The kind of love only expressed by strong affinity
Still I feel I can see him behind me
Slowly walking up to touch me
I shiver with thrill
Until I remember it isn’t real
But the pictures is clear
In my heart, he will always be near.
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