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Journal Entry: Wed Sep 30, 2015, 10:04 PM



Horsepainting by rindytoo  SWS Legacy's Conquistador by CalyArt

Secrets of Midnight by LullabyEquineArt

Quarter Horse for Morning Dust Ranch by Aomori  AT: Magic is in the nature by Naia-Art


Le Mont St Michel by Rayon2lune
  Burg Kreuzenstein Stock 1 by AlexanderHuebner


Burden On Old Bones-II by InayatShah

the potters wheel by InayatShah


Squills surprisingly found in the forest. by JocelyneR

Daisy Opening by JocelyneR


Fin de saison by La-Tete-Ailleurs


Vcfrt5 by Placi1

Xsdew4 by Placi1


Cuyahoga River by MYPeanutGallery

Color! by MYPeanutGallery


.i say run little monster. by naikki

Robin of Loxley by megan7

Intruder by Mysterykids

Warrior by SweediesArt

:Rise of the Tomb Raider: by AnubisDHL

Bird of Prey by Ideasplayer

Whisper by J-u-d-a-s

Red mask by SabakuNoShi

Remembering Vincent Van Gogh
Born: March 30, 1853
Died: July 29, 1890

Quote:It is not the language of painters but the language of nature which one should listen to, the feeling for the things themselves, for reality is more important than the feeling for pictures.




PUMPKIN GECKOS! by NocturneJewel

Lines Written In Early Spring by William Wordsworth

I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.

To her fair works did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What man has made of man.

Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And 'tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.

The birds around me hopped and played,
Their thoughts I cannot measure:--
But the least motion which they made
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.

The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.

If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature's holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man.


Nymph Pyrograph (Wood Burning) by snazzie-designz

Coptic Bound Haiku Book Animated and INTERACTIVE by snazzie-designz



They Met Still Sooner by hopeburnsblue

What You HearIf you only
want me
to speak
the words you
want to hear,
I will remain
   BridgesThe roads you walk
had bridges
until your anger
set them all aflame.
Behind you
is a waste of
The past
you cannot restore.
Today is what you
Other bridges
are on the horizon.
Please consider
those who love you
before you light
another fire.

wet mirrorssoon after the rain
a midnight moon is shining
puddles and droplets
reflecting the reflections
of a celestial dance
   shadow nightin shadow country
lonely street lights and the moon
shine on wind touched trees
feral shadows are dancing
so joyously wild and free

The Perfume of ImmortalsHow she longed in myriad dreams of amaranthine
Thy ghostly-visage jewel'd deep into my soul
And I became entombed in her velvet-nightfall ...

O’ the Gods hath yield to our insatiable darkness
Black-feathered priests covet the stars above
And far below the pale glow of Moon,
We are beautiful decay in forests of crimson
Our lips undress in the aching firmament; —
Wherest our love must perish in mystery ..
I bathe thee ravenous in whispers of sanguine
Runes spill from the wounds of trees,
As her tongue weaves thru my undead soul
The syrup of Night unmoored, enchants flesh,
Whereof fabled spirits unveil a dark-ballet
(Immortals lost in the perfume of bloodlust)
Yet Insanity ravaged the memoirs of the sky ..
And my lust;—A dagger in the breast of dawn
For I am the ash of a bewailing fairy-tale,
The splendour of necromancy rising
Long did I watch her raven-hair billow softly;
How the winds tease of beauteous death!
Unto worlds end;—we are poised,
Like silhouett
   Falling in Silver
Long I watched the Pagan gods decree a feast of souls;—
folding shadows into eternity, bathing the forests in a song of midnight
And tho the winds hath bound flesh to Earth, and Spirit to the Moon;
Twas the Crows who enchanted the dreams of the sky & bejeweled my veins
Mystique and murder beshrew my gaze!
Feather by feather, I dripped back unto the earth seething ..
The Crows whispered in silvery tongue flickering:
“O’ how darkly-radiant the Witch-King roams deep below”
— Arthur Crow © 2015

Kiss   Kiss me
  With the certainty
  Of one's
  Last breath.
   A Strength Poem ~     You know, 
     It's okay
     To sit down
     Once in a while.
     Even the strongest
     Of this human race
     Is in need
     Of a break.
     Lie down,
     Don't be afraid
     To kick up your feet.
     Forget about that to-do list.

Lament for The FarmA place there was, in forest deep,
Where nightingales sang me to sleep,
Where hearts were glad, and spirits soared,
But all these things, I’ll see no more.
A merry house upon the hill,
My aching heart, I miss it still.
The place I’ve loved, since I was small,
Where flowers bloomed, and trees grew tall.
The mem’ries fade as I grow old,
The merry hearth is ashen cold,
A coat of dust lies on the floor,
And cobwebs cling onto the door.
For gone’s the joy and rustic charm,
Gone from the place we called The Farm,
A silence lies upon its rooms,
As dark and cold as ancient tombs.
For change and time there is no cure,
And perfect places ne’er endure.
   On Endless Grassy PrairiesI met my herd in the morning, and oh but I am old,
On endless grassy prairies, that’s where my story’s told.
The pounding of a million hooves that rose and fell like rain,
On endless grassy prairies, before the hunters came.
I met my herd in the morning, but then we heard a roar,
A sound quite unlike any that we’d ever heard before.
The reeking smell of powder and the flash of crimson flame,
On endless grassy prairies, the day the hunters came.
I met my herd in the morning, a broken, scattered band,
Men shoot at us from horseback, our bones adorn the land.
I met my herd in the morning and I’ll never meet them more,
For the endless grassy prairies shall know our kind no more.

Chant of EmeraldsMysterium Magnum!
Mysterium Magnum.
And the world shall see,
how I bathe in emeralds,
the shaman drums of glee,
by sacred seeds guided,
of Great Spirit’s decree:
Follow whispers of wilderness,
if truly, you desire to find me,
for petals christen my name,
as in Nature, we are bound to Be.
~ Nino Kadić © 2015
   A RealityA dirty sketchbook
was birthed
by silver quills,
writing out memories
of someone else.
I read your soul,
old one,
among airy panes
of glass and metal.
You reward me
with a gift
of colors.
For a moment,
I became the past,
under the fading pulse
of tungsten coils.
~ Nino Kadić

NewbornTwigbird bones glide in
current; harlequin eyes blaze
midnight to morning.
   Earth Breather - Zin's First Entry""I ssee you are sseeing... Welcome, Air-Breather."
I am not in my tree. I am not in my forest. I am not in the town outside of the forest. I do not like it here. I do not have my javelin. I do not have my tools. I do not have my things.
I do not like it here.
I am waiting for my eyes adjust to the darkness, and they are not. So I am standing as still as I can and hoping that the giant creature I can feel breathing is soon going to go away. I am small, and I am old. I will not taste good.

Lace Curlicues (Twitbit 9)algae curlicues--
ribbons and lace--
in a stagnant wishing well
   stone daffodilslonely murmur tendrils
braid quiet paths so thick along the lichen
falling dusk only colors the breeze
trapped deep in rooted secrets
poetry breathes a rustled song the lost can hear
tossed across winter gardens
blooming stone daffodils

She Lives"When the caves meet the sea
that's where you'll find me."
The words echo through my mind
and escape me
to echo through the caves
and encase me.
Every drop of water
shakes me,
my spirit is here;
I can't breathe.
My vision jumps to monochrome
as I gaze and walk inside,
the opposing colors bleed into one,
I'm here, what can I hide?
She lives in me;
she is me.
The mistress of the caves
is the ghost in me
but within myself
she cannot be seen.
We are one, but I show my form
though without her, my soul would be torn.
   Pop Goes Your BubbleYou're walking a smooth path
up in the clouds,
through a icy pass.
But suddenly you're walking
on broken glass
and you start to fall
into life's cruel wrath.
What if, one day
everything you love
gets ripped away?
You take for granted
all that you have
but your time is up;
it all goes bad.
You stumble, you tumble,
and pop goes your bubble,
unless something catches you
you're going to be in trouble.

*Pink Lady*
Time has momentum
Swept by unforgiving force
Brittle and fragile
Stoic heart walking with cane
Refuse to conform, wear pink.
   *No Voice*
Mobile phone dead, help
Where shall I go from here? lost
Stranded with no voice
Out of credit, in the rain
Please recharge my batteries.

A JEWEL IN ETERNITYBetween Night and Day I wandered, a dead thing
seeking a shore where my wings could unfurl again,
where my spirit could be a tempest guided only
by an inner Star...there I will be reborn
an infernal entwine of Magic, no longer an eerie
leisure of Shadow and bloodless Ether, drifting
between the sighs of darkly splendorous Sky,
I can glimpse the lives I have lived flickering
in the wingbeats of my nightly wrung dreams,
I know I have loved more purely in another
incarnation I can no longer fathom, but still
I linger here, an out of tune Muse clad in
the Mist and Shadow that exists between worlds,
when will I be enfolded in the rapture of
unsung Skies? Or will a gothic gleam always
glint my spellbound eye? I can hear tomorrow
cry as the ravens fiercely sigh for what was
forsakened from me-I wish I never knew-
but my soul is still a jewel in Eternity's crown
-and when Fate moors herself to my shores,
pressing her cup of immortal Flame to my lips,
I drink and feel a new shimmer beneath my s
   TADPOLEI remember when you told me that the Stars
were spun from the cosmic weight of spiderwebs,
and the best secrets were strung from cat gut
and hung to dry on the fickle clothesline of
Summer conversation, who could have doubted
such sage words? I followed you around,
watching you dissect a beautiful moment with
your jaded whiskey breath, not really knowing
that you wished I was a tadpole so you could
drown me without feeling remorse, but I couldn't
swim legs were slowly disappearing
and I had not yet learned how to breathe
through my new layer of amphibian skin....
so you kept me in a bucket, feeding me
the gut of wishes that will never be,
and I dreamed of a season sticky with
a true love instead of cherry popsicles,
I dreamed of being the smartest tadpole
in my school and not so much dead weight...
September 16, 2014
© Jewel MoonSilver Knight - All Rights Reserved.

Beyond the WallsSuffocating in four walls,
A withering mind,
Falls into disrepair.
Waiting for a prince,
Letting down my hair,
Descending to ascend. 
Hand in hand flying free,
Lifting soul and mind,
Beyond the walls.
   When?When did you walk away?
Suddenly I noticed.
You just weren't there.
When did you disappear?

miraculoustrue love waits
in haunted attics
that crest their way
into the warped corners
of my mind,
a sheet of adoration
and sadness crystallizing.
etching slowly 
into the drumming doldrums
that weigh like confessions,
i tuck myself into this space
of my thoughts
and let my skin
find its film as scenes
of discovery fade
down that slippery
fetal, fatal fear
of everything that was you
because you are exactly
what i wanted, exactly
what i needed,
and i couldn't have you.
in a cocoon holding
love to my chest
and away from
your kind eyes
and heart-melting smile,
you are the one force
i could not deny.
the air, that i let slip
into quiet drafts
never published,
was the same one
you carried in a jar
spiraling and recoiling
against the glass
before it breaks free.
shed demons being swept
and cascaded loose,
ripped apart, and blown away
as you have rattled my cage.
and there you were,
and i was weightless.
   cyanus diadem (#2)cornflower mood with the confidence
to cope with fair weather
featherweight hues of happiness.
harlequin shades of the same face,
it's all blue when it's fresh
or when it's a storm-torn
sea shell with remnants
of sky pigments 
powdering its curves.


Hedgehogs - British Library Royal 12 F xiii f45r ( by Delice1941
Dark winter forest
Comatose trees, foliage gone
Melancholy walk
Where small creatures hibernate
Detect sound of gentle breath.

Seasonal hiatus 
Mother nature sleeping well
Landscape comatose
Unenlightened months endured
Ineffectual sunrise.


*Dark Plunge*
All my work on DeviantArt belongs to me. These poems are protected and may not be used"All rights reserved".

Poem has been updated and  illustrated by image in Public Domain. "Hedgehogs: British Royal Library"
Glendalough by Delice1941
Glendalough image for :iconwhitetigerforever:

For thousands of years people have been drawn to ‘the valley of the two lakes‘ for its spectacular scenery, rich history, archaeology and abundant wildlife. Glendalough is a remarkable place that will still your mind, inspire your heart and fill your soul.

Glendalough is home to one of the most important monastic sites in Ireland. This early Christian monastic settlement was founded by St. Kevin in the 6th century and from this developed the “Monastic City”. 

Whitetigerforever By Jennystokes-d9gvjes by Delice1941
Candlelight vigil
Thoughts flow beyond confinement
Unbounded freedom
Intersession for the world
This simple prayer 'perfect peace'.

Collaboration: Artwork by :iconjennystokes:
                          Tanka written by :icondelice1941:

Information on submission by Jenny:
I downloaded a drawing from an 'autistic' young man and worked this whole sad weekend on it.
This is a remarkable and great idea from the parents to do this for their son.
I do hope others will join in.
As I worked on this I noticed a LOT of brilliant little things in his drawing.
I kept very closely to all his lines and only added the shadowy boy.
Satan-shown-as-the-fallen-angel-after-having-been- by Delice1941
Optic silver moon
Grey clouds shaped like shadow wings
Visual in half-light
Fallen angel lost his place
To fly an earthy domain

All my work on DeviantArt belongs to me, These poems are protected and may not be used"All rights reserved".

Poem illustrated by the work of:
Gustave Doré
6th January 1832
23rd January 1883

 Waning crescent moon
Dusting of intangible stars
Heaven's canopy
Thoughts soar across firmament
Wonder captured very soul.

All souls have a star
Optimistic midnight search
Is our place assured?
We reach into the unknown
Governed by eternal hope.


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snazzie-designz Featured By Owner Nov 17, 2015   General Artist
Thanks as always for the fave :iconcheerplz:
Placi1 Featured By Owner Nov 16, 2015
Thank you very much for the faves dear Delice!!Hug 
cerealnovels Featured By Owner Nov 12, 2015
Thank you for the fav😊
Placi1 Featured By Owner Nov 12, 2015
Thank you so much for the faves dear Delice!
hopeburnsblue Featured By Owner Nov 9, 2015  Professional Writer
Hi, Delice, a belated thank you for all your support of my recent writings. I treasure your friendship! Sending love! :iconheartredplz:
NocturneJewel Featured By Owner Nov 7, 2015
Dearest Delice, I just heard that today is your birthday!! I'm so glad that I found out before I missed it! :party: :iconcelebration1plz::iconcelebration2plz: :party:
I hope you will have a fun day full of poetry and love and other chocolaty delights! :iconchococakeplz: :iconyummycakeplz: :iconhappybirthdaycakeplz: :icontort3: :icontort4: :iconicecreamcakeplz: :iconcakepinkplz:
Delice1941 Featured By Owner Nov 8, 2015
I did have a nice day Jewel, went out to lunch(always a favourite treat). Sat in the conservatory while we had our meal and looked at the garden and trees. Leaves beginning to litter the ground, always a sad sight. However, looking forward to the winter now. Did you get the snow that was forecast?
NocturneJewel Featured By Owner Nov 9, 2015
It's been unusually warm this Autumn, especially the past two weeks. My apartment has been up to 80F. Too hot for me and the geckos. I've had the air conditioner's hard to believe that in November I need the air conditioner, but it's true. My bedroom was 83F if I didn't open a window. So no snow to speak of, and the Santa Claus Parade is coming up on Sunday November 15. Maybe Santa will bring the snow...:snowing:
Delice1941 Featured By Owner Nov 12, 2015
It has been very similar here. Damp but warm for the time of year, was busy cleaning house this morning, far too warm so opened all the windows. Amazing considering we are half-way through November, and the gardens are littered with leaves.
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JocelyneR Featured By Owner Nov 6, 2015
Happy Birthday, my dear Delice!  :heart:

I wish you the best for the upcoming year!  :huggle: Happy Days by KmyGraphic
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