The CryptThe CryptThe Crypt by Michel-le-fou
Beneath a certain forgotten tomb1,
Long abandoned and ignored,
Stretching far and away into the shadows,
Like an underground plain of sand2,
There lies a crypt of uncertain age
With scripts unlike Egyptian hieroglyphs3
That no one has ever seen.
Centuries old and engulfed in the shadows;
Who knows what dreadful secrets it must hold?
1. The Forgotten Tomb by delice1941
2. Ozymandius by Percy Shelley
3. R'yleh scripts
*The Forest*Fern and bluebell thrive
*The Heron*Languid summer day
Poppies and Mice
Comfort!Warm hand on my back
*Seeking Redemption*Perished dreams six feet deep
|What can I say...he is an absolute darling! Summer 2009|
Frog spawn in the pond
Covered by water lilies
Peaceful and serene
Croak of frogs disturbes the peace
Delightful small creatures' jump!
AMPHIBIANS PHOTOGRAPHED by *La-Tete-Ailleurs
Minute petals swirl
Delicate windswept beauty
Blossom did captivate
Short, glorious affaire.
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Chartres Cathedral, also known as Cathedral of Our Lady of Chartres (French: Cathédrale Notre-Dame de Chartres), is a medieval Catholic cathedral of the Latin Church located in Chartres, France, about 80 kilometres (50 mi) southwest of Paris. It is considered one of the finest examples of French Gothic architecture and is a UNESCO World Heritage Site. The current cathedral, mostly constructed between 1194 and 1250, is the last of at least five which have occupied the site since the town became a bishopric in the 4th century.
SUMMER HAIKURapturous beauty
In colors of red and blue
With hints of yellow...
Summer has arrived
Large crowds come to the beach
For fun in the sun...
Smells of fresh mowed grass
BBQ in the back yard
And Margaritas to drink...
SWEET INNOCENCESweet beauty we do praise your name
radiant as shines the day
it is innocence we lay the blame
of why your mind was swept away.
T'was Hamlet that you gave your heart
marriage, yes you did aspire
his words were spoken with such art
that it set your very soul to fire.
His father's death had sent him mad
and his heart became a mystery
his sickness made you very sad
your covenant now cannot be.
Polonius slain by Hamlet's sword
now fatherless you went insane
tears that ran, O how they poured
your cross to bear this wrenching pain.
In a quiet brook you chose to lay
whilst music danced upon thy breath
and there I know your spirit stays
for while in song, you met with death.
Forsaken love does beauty die
lest we forget her name
sweet Ophelia's soul it cries
in innocence we lay the blame...
ancient stone arch bridge
a landmark long forgotten
path faded away
the very stream is dried up
front yard flowers
my heart joins
in the dance of
on the way to you.
Wasn't your fault.
I was too eager
Cancelled myself out.
spoken and heard
or break them
Give them time,
before and during
has a chance...
018. LovePaper planes
onto my desk
from across the room.
to a smiling face
that blooms like flowers.
You can call it chemistry,
but I'd like to call it love.
074. MidnightNavy blue
blanketing over the sky
with little golden specks
Silence fills the air
and darkness fills my soul.
A kind darkness,
a gentle darkness it is,
an impenetrable serenity
to keep watch on the world
as it is
Lightning GlassYou were stricken,
But in spite of your scars,
You are more beautiful,
Than ever before.
InfinityWe've grown together,
Like Carolina jasmine
Around a guidepost.
Pure BlissYou make me happy when I’m feeling down…
Elicit a smile to erase my frown.
You lift me high up off the ground…
Manage to turn my entire world around.
You make everything good that was bad…
Transform into joy all that was sad.
It’s a magical thing you do…
Everything old becomes brand new.
I don’t know how you accomplish this…
But, you make living this life pure bliss.
© Mary Elizabeth Balderrama
DeterminationIt's storming down on me...
And I can hardly see,
This road that I am on...
Visibility is gone.
I move forward cautiously,
To get where I want to be...
Since this darkness I am in,
Doesn't want me to ever win.
But, I defy this stormy night...
With determination to fight.
© Mary Elizabeth Balderrama
mother-kuLuisante sous la pluie
battements de marbre et de
roses - bonne fête.
Frantz - fête des mères 2015.
Six-mille lunes (pour Anne de Bretagne)
Six-mille lunes closes
Les dais noirs sans les roses
Le chant creux du déni
Au fond de Saint-Denis.
Sous la picteuse voûte
Voici Bretaigne, escoute ;
Blême est ton serviteur
Dolant au fond du cueur.
Quittant sa cothe d’armes
Sous les cris et les larmes
Il brise son bâton
En invoquant ton nom.
Ils ont ouvert la pierre
Et mis ton corps en terre
Comme on porte un fardeau
Bretaigne parle haut :
« La très créstienne royne et duchesse, nostre souveraine dame et maistresse, est morte ;
La royne est morte ;
La royne est morte. »
Frantz, 16 février 2014 // Bretaigne, 16 février 1514
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Winds Beaufort Scale ten backing cyclonic
Patches of fog
South East Iceland
Don't look at me like that it's not my fault!
hopes and fears (#22)i put on hopes
and fears while writing this
and it's fitting
because you encourage my dreams
and make my anxieties
feel a little less heavy.
and when i get tired,
i know exactly where to go:
where my hope begins
and my fears cease.
at least for the moments
when we're together.
without bounds (nanogliimo)violin waist
let my fingers
curl around the strings;
into perfect fifths.
the myth, into mists
with an infinite climax;
love, like music,
it never stops.
Hot and Spicy Painted my face and curled my hair,
Still you did not seem to care,
Wore the heels and clinging dress,
Showing just a hint of chest.
Perhaps if I wore a different scent,
I would not write this sad lament.
Your passions raised but not by me,
But by hot wings, oh so saucy.
You ravished each wing to the bone,
While taking their picture on your phone,
So much for efforts to make you cling,
To something spicier than a chicken wing.
Across the bar he raised a toast,
Darling how I hate to boast,
But I look hot and quite sexy,
Something more than just pretty.
Across the bar he wastes his time,
Despite neglect you are all mine,
And I am yours in dress or jeans,
Despite these all too frequent scenes.
I sigh and ask you for a bite,
Holy cow, you are so right,
I see why you are so impressed,
Those wings make me forget the rest.
It was not me who whet your appetite,
But we'll both suffer heartburn this night.
RunningStruggle against the magnetism,
Running with all my might.
Pause and listen to the silence,
For any sound I strain.
No fear that something follows,
But of being forsaken.
The hesitation speaks my longing,
Still in vain I listen.
No beckoning for my return,
So I fall to rest.
My desire to run diminished,
Hope is soundly dead.
Only the force of dirty gravity,
Pulling to the ground.
Until decay transforms the flesh,
A soul has been set free.
with the sun,
but your eyes
are always closed.
EscapeSundown, the color
of blood and filth,
offers no disappointment.
haunts the corners
of your pupils;
tatter the centers
of your eardrums;
under your skin.
Sunrise, the color
of blood and dreams,
offers no respite.
Caress Me with Your WordsCaress me with your words,
let pigments of blue and yellow
come together, to create a night of awe.
Because now, I am yours,
held captive by the thespian play of tender lips,
to revive voices – ancient, old and new.
(The banishers of time, yet to come.)
And when all is dismayed,
I will lay in your love,
like the ink in your hands.
Whose chains hold firm, yet provide no pain,
capture me again, for I am weak,
for I crumble beneath your poetic shout!
~ Nino Kadić
Barren Lands of AncestorsTo value stone more than flesh,
'tis the demand of ancestral love,
but Flame granted us no thought,
and all was given to destiny above.
Still spirit springs, strong it stays,
as we embark on lengthy quests,
to find waters, we never sensed,
flowing from Her hidden breasts.
We will know the sight, of a luscious glen,
as our lips promise, for seeds to walk again.
~ Nino K.
Ocean boils with cold fury
Reef of broken bone.