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Nature The Temple of God

April 17th, 2017

Nature The Temple of God

We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature - trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence... We need silence to be able to touch souls. Mother Teresa

Wishing Peace and Good Health to Everyone

December 25th, 2016

Wishing Peace and Good Health to Everyone

Wishing Peace and Good Health to Everyone!

Inspirational Saying For Today

December 3rd, 2016

Inspirational Saying For Today

Sunrise offered a very beautiful spectacle; the water was quite unruffled, but the motion communicated by the tides was so great that, although there was not a breath of air stirring, the sea heaved slowly with a grand and majestic motion. George Grey

Santa Loves Brooklyn

December 6th, 2015

Santa Loves Brooklyn

The Russian Futurist Vladimir Mayakovsky was moved when he first saw it in 1925, as he described in his poem "Brooklyn Bridge:"
...it stretches on cables of string

to the feet of the stars.
I stare
 as an eskimo gapes at a train,

I seize on it 
as a tick fastens to an ear.

Brooklyn Bridge--
yes....
That's quite a thing!

Good Morning America

October 12th, 2015

Good Morning America

East Village, located in lower Manhattan is where I live. It is filled with many colorful characters. Early one morning I was going out for coffee and I just had to take a photograph of this man on his early-morning walk. It brought to my mind Oscar Wilde quote, " Be Yourself everyone else is taken"

Men offered her dead Presidents

September 17th, 2015

Men offered her dead Presidents

SCISSOR DANCE

Jukebox rocks, two dozen hardworking dusty men,
Bent elbows lean, Gold liquid flows
Glass rises, lit cigarettes talk.

She poses on a white piano bar,
scantily clad; slow moving, bending,
grinding, shaking, gyrating.

She blows kisses
to admiring eyes
with lustful wishes.

Cleo's little girl dream
of being rescued
fades with each midnight hour.

She spins around, steelscissors held high.
Scissors reflect mirrored walls;
penetrates smoky beer air.

The scissor flashes down
cutting a hole above her heart.
Cleo offers the red satin circle,

Keepsake for the trucker who watches.
He believes, "She dances for me."
He offers up a dead President.

She cuts a hole here
cuts a hole there.
Soon she can start her own government.

It's hard to know where
first hole began or
last hole ends.

The Amen of Nature is always a flower

September 4th, 2015

The Amen of Nature is always a flower

Flowers are as beautiful as a poem!
"What a desolate place would be a world without a flower!  It would be a face without a smile, a feast without a welcome.  Are not flowers the stars of the earth, and are not our starts the flowers of the heaven."
-  A.J. Balfour  

Room 803, by the sea, is meant for me.

August 17th, 2015

Room 803, by the sea, is meant for me.

My home away from home
My seaside place,
Twice the size of my everyday space.

No Clutter, white walls;
Perfumed soap gift wrapped
Waiting for my return.

Sliding glass doors
Overlooking Atlantic ocean.
Sounds of the sea rock me asleep.

Ten blocks away, neon Casino lights.
My secret place; self- contained:
Restaurant, pool, movie theatre, gym.

I brought a lover once
His presence is long gone
Room 803, by the sea, is meant for me.

From my balcony I see a grand old brick mansion.
Three stories high, freshly painted wooden shutters,
Stain glass,wrap around balconies. Water-less fountain.

I spy the windows for signs of life.
A man enters a side door, only to leave soon after;
One out-side light burns all night.

I imagine a gray- haired lady lives there alone.
Her grandson checks on her everyday.
She knows Atlantic City in its hayday.

I want to drink a cup of tea with her and listen to her memories.
Did her family build the boardwalk; the steel pier?
Who was the love of her life? Is she happy still being here?

The gift of living long.
A treasure trove: landmark moments.
It only takes a listening ear to bring them back to life.

My grandmother Eva, born in Atlantic City, 1920.
Great grand parents, Banford, left England, settled by the sea.
Atlantic Avenue where they lived, I walked by in wonderment.

I imagine a gray- haired lady who lives alone in the mansion
Holds the keys to my family’s past.
If only we could have a cup of tea.

Inspirational quote from Jonathan Livingston Siegel

July 19th, 2015

Inspirational quote from Jonathan Livingston Siegel

This Painting was inspired by the quote from Jonathan Livingston Siegel, by Richard Bach.
"Each of us is in truth an idea of the Great Gull, an unlimited idea of freedom,”

Kiddies love Blue Eyed Kitty

April 18th, 2015

Kiddies love Blue Eyed Kitty

A Kitten Poem by Eleanor Farjeon

He's nothing much but fur
And two round eyes of blue,
He has a giant purr
And a midget mew.
He darts and pats the air,
He starts and cocks his ear,
When there is nothing there
For him to see and hear.
He runs around in rings,
But why we cannot tell;
With sideways leaps he springs
At things invisible -
Then half-way through a leap
His startled eyeballs close,
And he drops off to sleep With one paw on his nose.

 

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