New Art And Poetry By My Friend Karen Glosser @kglosserdesigns

Posted: October 3, 2013 | Author: | Filed under: Art, Poetry | Tags: , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

Nature 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.”
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(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 | Author: | Filed under: FC3ZMD, Isms | Tags: , , , , , | 2 Comments

Ghost 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!

[end]

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.

[end]

Artwork: Frank Cunha III | Poetry: Frank Cunha III | More Poetry

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Eleven: The Black Leaf (An Autumn Poem)

Posted: September 30, 2011 | Author: | Filed under: Isms | Tags: , , , , , , , | 6 Comments
“A Man In His Life” by Maha Kamel

The 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.

[end]

Artwork: Maha Kamel | Poetry: Frank Cunha III | More Poetry

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Eleven: Night’s Illusions

Posted: May 21, 2011 | Author: | Filed under: Art, Isms, More FC3, Poetry | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 8 Comments

Night’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

[end]

Artwork: Frank Cunha III | Poetry: Carl Watts | More Poetry

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Nine: Looking Back

Posted: April 2, 2011 | Author: | Filed under: Art, Isms, More FC3, Poetry | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

Looking 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.

[end]

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One: Looking at Life Behind the Eye of the Universe

Posted: January 15, 2011 | Author: | Filed under: Art, Isms, More FC3, Photography, Poetry | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Looking at Life Behind the Eye of the Universe

For sometime, I had given up the idea of freedom. I was trapped. I was inside looking out through eyes at the universe. I called them the

eyes of the universe.

This entire life time, I’ve been trapped. Oh, my body works well, men seem to find it interesting. But I wanted to be free to come and go.

As often as I tried, I found something holding me back, keeping me inside.

So, I tried to make the best of it.

As a child, I did all the cute things to make my parents happy. I was the “perfect little daughter”!

I really have great parents except I was too noisy, too busy, too much motion. I remember all the times I was told to settle down, be quiet,
slow down, have a seat and on and on. As a child that is a very heavy situation. I wanted to soar! The ability to move is power!

But in many ways they gave me confidence. I could charm. With a smile and flip of my head, I usually got my way. But all along the
underlying message was “be still and quiet, you’re powerless.”

Continuing, as I grew up, I dressed to impress. As a young woman, my genetics were very kind to me. Between the clothes, the smile
and the flip, I had the male world at my command.

But I was still stuck inside, powerless to move out. I was still in a physical body that was in motion.

Life was a huge adventure. I studied and learned.

Then a very charming man approached me. He wanted to take my picture.

I started to explain that I wouldn’t show up on film but he could take pictures of my body all he wanted. It was nice to have him admire my
body and capture
body and capture it on film. I didn’t tell him any of that but told him okay, go ahead. He took many shots. It was the instant of this picture that it happened. I don’t know why. Perhaps the flash startled me and I suddenly leaped out of the body.
No

I didn’t tell him any of that but told him okay, go ahead.

He took many shots.

It was the instant of this picture that it happened. I don’t know why. Perhaps the flash startled me and I suddenly leaped out of the body.
No, that’s not right but the instant the flash went off, I was several feet behind the body’s head. I knew I was free! It seemed very normal, comfortable. I tested the body and it responded even better than when I was trapped inside! For a moment, I took off. I viewed the Earth from far above. It was an awesome image to behold! I suddenly realized Frank was talking to me. I asked him what he had said. “The shoot

It seemed very normal, comfortable. I tested the body and it responded even better than when I was trapped inside!

For a moment, I took off. I viewed the Earth from far above. It was an awesome image to behold!

I suddenly realized Frank was talking to me. I asked him what he had said.

“The shoot is over. ” I didn’t mention any

I didn’t mention any of this to Frank until today. Now he doesn’t know what to think about me. I know he likes me. Perhaps I’ll take a picture of him behind his eyes and set him free too. The end.

[end]

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