“Tell me no secrets, tell me some lies
Give me no reasons, give me alibis
Tell me you love me and don't let me cry
Say anything but don't say goodbye…”
R Leigh via Crystal Gayle
#musicsky #poetry #lyrics
m.youtube.com/watch?v=udEZ...
Artist August Macke
Colored Composition (Homage to Johann Sebastian Bach)
1912 Abstract
Der Blaue Reiter (The Blue Rider)
Movement
One of mine 📷
#photography #nature #reflection
#impressionism
Hello BlueSky !!
Sweaty unkept bald men are so attractive. Does anybody know if he is single?
Let’s favor dialogue over discord. Too easily, cruelty spills from tongues.
Words can wound or heal—choose bridges, not walls.
Embrace understanding, kindness, and peace. In unity, we find true strength.
Photo and words by N.N.
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In dawn’s embrace, as the day gently starts, Golden hues of light awaken our hearts. In the serene morning's glow, dreams align, A promise renewed, pure and divine.
Photo and words by N.N.
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In your eyes.
In your arms.
In your kiss.
Forever together.
It is my wish.
Photo and words by N.N.
(Excerpt from A Together Apart)
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Artist Maurice de Vlaminck
Rue de village sous la neige
1936
Expressionism
Fauvist movement
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Constantly I looked for you,
No day or two, but constantly!
Constantly I wished you near,
And now you're here, so close to me!
-Van Heusen / Burke
Constantly · Dorothy Lamour
Circa 1942
m.youtube.com/watch?v=IBXM...
Oskar Kokoschka
Tre Croci – Dolomite Landscape
1913
Expressionism
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#expressionism
Seeds Sewn on the Wind
Quiet and dormant.
Appeased.
The winter chill upon me.
Content in a watery embrace.
The breeze caresses my slender spires.
I feel a touch.
Warmth on my softness.
The release.
Seeds Sewn on the Wind
Photo and words by N.N.
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#photography
In the forest’s heart, murmurs of the past reside, beside streams where dreams abide. Amidst the ancient trees' sigh, a soul finds its sky. Nature's lullaby, a tender goodbye.
Photo and words by N.N.
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Artist Franz Marc
The Yellow Cow
1911 Expressionism
Watercolor
Der Blaue Reiter (The Blue Rider)
Movement
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#expressionism
Fred Astaire is remembered as one of the worlds finest dancers, and Christmas wouldn’t be complete without watching him with Bing Crosby in Holiday Inn
But few people realize he was a better than mere amateur jazz drummer
One of the top drum solos of all time in ‘37
m.youtube.com/watch?v=odxI...
“Mary Smith had a college education
Sally Jones had a scientific streak
Susie Brown used to lecture on ancient architecture
Josie Green spoke Latin and Greek
Just forgotten girls with forgotten brains
While history explains….”
Dorothy Lamour and some fine songwriters
m.youtube.com/watch?v=iVme...
“Dance with me across the ocean floor
Sail away to heaven's open door
Step right up you're the next contestant
In this sweet charade
Take a number, wait while I twist your fate
On the mating game”
Bitter:Sweet
Sexy laid back groove, neo-nova & gentle jazz
m.youtube.com/watch?v=2Vlj...
Artist Franz Marc
Four Foxes
1913 Expressionism
Watercolor
Der Blaue Reiter (The Blue Rider)
Movement
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#watercolor
At twilight’s shore, where waves murmur low,
secrets softly grow.
In your touch, I see,
a boundless serenity.
Stars crown the night’s embrace,
love’s timeless, sacred space.
Photo and words by N.N.
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By the river’s edge, where dreams ripple and sway,
night fades to day.
In your laugh, light blooms,
dispelling silent glooms.
Water sings of grace,
love’s eternal trace.
Photo and words by N.N.
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In the forest’s heart, murmurs of the past reside, beside streams where dreams abide. Amidst the ancient trees' sigh, a soul finds its sky. Nature's lullaby, a tender goodbye.
Photo and words by N.N.
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#photography #poet #poetry #poem
There was night, an ink-black expanse no star could breach. There was calm, a quiet that held secrets deep. In your arms, in your kiss, forever is my wish.
Photo and words by N.N.
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#ice #b&w #crytals #love #kiss
Artist Franz Marc
Horse and Dog
1913 Cubeism
Der Blaue Reiter (The Blue Rider)
Movement
"There are times when I want nothing more than to walk off this stage, to run farther away from the world of man and all the sorrow he brings."
Found in my notepad unattributed from 2018 in between poems of mine and miscellaneous song lyrics, both mine and others.
Was it me? 🤷♂️
Photo & words N.N.?
In the hush of dawn, where mist kisses the leaves,
a soft promise breathes.
In your gaze, time stills,
love’s echo through the hills.
Nature’s gentle plea,
a union of you and me.
Photo and words by N.N.
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At twilight’s shore, where waves murmur low,
secrets softly grow.
In your touch, I see,
a boundless serenity.
Stars crown the night’s embrace,
love’s timeless, sacred space.
Photo and words by N.N.
#Writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #poet #poetry #prose #photography #visualpoetry
By the river’s edge, where dreams ripple and sway,
night fades to day.
In your laugh, light blooms,
dispelling silent glooms.
Water sings of grace,
love’s eternal trace.
Photo and words by N.N.
#Writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #poet #poetry #prose #photography #visualpoetry
In the hush of dawn, where mist kisses the leaves,
a soft promise breathes.
In your gaze, time stills,
love’s echo through the hills.
Nature’s gentle plea,
a union of you and me.
Photo and words by N.N.
#Writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #poet #poetry #prose #photography #visualpoetry
So much shape and texture…
I saw the darkened sun, and its arctic grip,
Winter’s veil upon the silent land.
The winding path that carves through frost and slip,
Through nature’s veins, with winter’s breath, I go.
Thus mingled with the world, in winter’s flight,
I find my way, through snow and starry night
~N.N. Photo and Poem
