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Hibiscus Coast (08/04/16)

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Hibiscus Coast (08/04/16)

THe sea sends summer storms Lashing on the pebbled beach And hibiscus shiver in the sleet Bright tendrils stalwart 'gainst The pelting of a darkened cloud They'll  raise  their tattered petals Tomorrow to the sky And drink of their defiance Beneath the unclouded summer sky.
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Your single uni-verse (07/04/16)

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Your single uni-verse (07/04/16)

 We held hands once and whispered of the universe while you waited patiently for undesired me to go but I knew you and I weren't over We'd travelled the whole world over seeing man's small recreations of the universe with a buoyant back pack and a bus ticket to go You had said once that you should never go under hills, beneath seas, that only skies are to be travelled over there is where the infinite waits, stated in a single, uni-verse ...but the universe let go and started over.

Victoria Street Market (06/04/16)

A Capitalist Bouquet (05/04/16)

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A Capitalist Bouquet (05/04/16)

The Chinese magnolia vines itself Between the Outeniqua yellow wood When the moon flower rises full In the flamboyant winter thyme This Moss curled,  ghost pepper scent Suffuses the darkened humus Swept free of fallen leaves. We'll export -perhaps -   To a Copenhagen market Where the aroma of lemon balm Permeates the stalls As soft as a golden fall. Ring the bells of Holland there To this annual profusion - there is hope for the alien Ambassador yet-

Relentless Hope (04/04/16)

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Relentless Hope (04/04/16)

The winds of August bear promises pregnant with rain whisking the sky to tendrils of veiled milk that never reach the hungry horizon. Earth moans as mutely as Atlas beneath the dust that stirs umber shadows of eternity, always changing, striving to be worthy of the possibility of Heavenly Grace.

To the fairy Observer (03/04/16)

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To the fairy Observer (03/04/16)

Sir- I am a dragon to flattery, Show me exploration of fairy-tales   recollection of pigmies in moonlight and vulgar dwarvish malice. A tale of elves of lore and tongues complicated and cacophonous         Their runes inscribe gold and the dragon succumbs to temptation                                              -Yours etc.,

Morning Brew

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Morning Brew

You're as essential as chicory bitter with despair but seasoned by compassionate moments that dissolve as fast as harsh words by vigorous stirring I could speak of the blends and choice of roasts that make up you but there's more in the aroma drifting upwards in tendrils and vapour And the English language is poor in expressions of scent Forgive me this inability to describe you.

Cyber Portrait (02/04/16)

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Cyber Portrait (02/04/16)

We take photo's of families under fluorescent lights but you fear to illuminate such Visions of yourself with them turn off the lights Rather favour the decontextualised self and reveal the despair of others with  # motivational and faux smiles tagged <insert friend> upload and share but your families hyperlinks still shift between black and blue on that scrolling sidebar like the bruises on your soul

Where? (01/04/16)

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Where? (01/04/16)

Where does the moon sink into skies bleached by columbine?

The Tempest

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The Tempest

The skies are aching with vulnerability dancing tempests through your hair with every shiver of their possibility lifting it in buoyant expectation and you remain inert, unmoved by mutable forces eyes searching for a tranquil vista finding only the changes causes what will you whisper of the winds origins? It sings in chaotic cadence sounding itself on the tendrils of your hair the siren's lament to their past forms as maidens and is mirrored by your melancholic phrase "Why must we change at all?"
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Hibiscus Coast (08/04/16)

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Hibiscus Coast (08/04/16)

THe sea sends summer storms Lashing on the pebbled beach And hibiscus shiver in the sleet Bright tendrils stalwart 'gainst The pelting of a darkened cloud They'll  raise  their tattered petals Tomorrow to the sky And drink of their defiance Beneath the unclouded summer sky.
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A Capitalist Bouquet (05/04/16)

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A Capitalist Bouquet (05/04/16)

The Chinese magnolia vines itself Between the Outeniqua yellow wood When the moon flower rises full In the flamboyant winter thyme This Moss curled,  ghost pepper scent Suffuses the darkened humus Swept free of fallen leaves. We'll export -perhaps -   To a Copenhagen market Where the aroma of lemon balm Permeates the stalls As soft as a golden fall. Ring the bells of Holland there To this annual profusion - there is hope for the alien Ambassador yet-

Relentless Hope (04/04/16)

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Relentless Hope (04/04/16)

The winds of August bear promises pregnant with rain whisking the sky to tendrils of veiled milk that never reach the hungry horizon. Earth moans as mutely as Atlas beneath the dust that stirs umber shadows of eternity, always changing, striving to be worthy of the possibility of Heavenly Grace.

To the fairy Observer (03/04/16)

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To the fairy Observer (03/04/16)

Sir- I am a dragon to flattery, Show me exploration of fairy-tales   recollection of pigmies in moonlight and vulgar dwarvish malice. A tale of elves of lore and tongues complicated and cacophonous         Their runes inscribe gold and the dragon succumbs to temptation                                              -Yours etc.,

Morning Brew

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Morning Brew

You're as essential as chicory bitter with despair but seasoned by compassionate moments that dissolve as fast as harsh words by vigorous stirring I could speak of the blends and choice of roasts that make up you but there's more in the aroma drifting upwards in tendrils and vapour And the English language is poor in expressions of scent Forgive me this inability to describe you.

Cyber Portrait (02/04/16)

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Cyber Portrait (02/04/16)

We take photo's of families under fluorescent lights but you fear to illuminate such Visions of yourself with them turn off the lights Rather favour the decontextualised self and reveal the despair of others with  # motivational and faux smiles tagged <insert friend> upload and share but your families hyperlinks still shift between black and blue on that scrolling sidebar like the bruises on your soul

The Tempest

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The Tempest

The skies are aching with vulnerability dancing tempests through your hair with every shiver of their possibility lifting it in buoyant expectation and you remain inert, unmoved by mutable forces eyes searching for a tranquil vista finding only the changes causes what will you whisper of the winds origins? It sings in chaotic cadence sounding itself on the tendrils of your hair the siren's lament to their past forms as maidens and is mirrored by your melancholic phrase "Why must we change at all?"

Echoes

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Echoes

I heard your voice echoing down the corridor. I traced its resonant depths through pillared shadows and its rising tones through sun-speckled motes that danced in patterns predetermined by gravity and nature's laws. A quadrille perhaps? I'd danced one once with you, your hands cold even through the layered lace of a chiffon gown. You'd whispered my name then, the syllables strident against my tympanum but so low that they spoke only of the closeness of you. I heard your voice on the corridor. I could not see you. I thought you might have hidden around the corner. Except when I looked no one was there. Just bare faced red brick, hel

Show me a Man

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Show me a Man

Show me a Man unfettered by guilt and I'll show you a man with no morals.

Where the yellow grass grows

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Where the yellow grass grows

want to walk where the yellow grass grows Dusting earthen particles onto passing flesh, the unnoticed burdens of a travellers course, bearing change across the wide, open veld. I want to walk where the yellow grass grows It's knee-high aspirations, uncultivated rise only to bow beneath the germinating seeds of their future genealogies. I want to walk where the yellow grass grows Where the ground is hard and filled with strife that challenges enduring life to live teaching compassion through its suffering Will you walk with me where the yellow grass grows? It's dry and hot and the hike is long but there is where much life abounds and a tra

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Haiku-3

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Haiku-3

A leaf in the stream Twists coyly, drinking in sights, Or waving good-bye. - Little olive frog Huddles scared in my garage; The world is too big. - A touch of Heaven: A raindrop, gentle and small, Makes me smaller still. - Children at play Break vases and your practiced Gruff exterior. - I envy spiders; Eight legs and naught to do. I'm juggling torches. - Winter drains the oak, And even its stubborn leaves Tumble to the earth.

thoughts of an attractive woman applying lipstick

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thoughts of an attractive woman applying lipstick

i trace the colour on my lips the way ladies in Cosmo blow their husbands. if we met in a life after this one, i hope you'll dance with  thunder and sell your soul to the   desert for a chance to marry me  under a chandelier of moonlit rain,  for a chance to sti--tch my soul onto yours  with wet threads and blue petals, crushed and plastered on a portrait hanging in our library. the tragedy isn't  unrequited love, it is the universe whose troops of stars shoot mockingbirds & scoop their blood into thick pottery jars.   it is that nobody deserves sorrow born out of a dream they thought they had the right to have.    and some poets
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In Search of Punctuation

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In Search of Punctuation

The exhausted traveler hung his                                 ampersand on its hook, dragging his eyes across                   and through the curves   looking for any signs of sharpness  or flatland meadows; somewhere                       he might rest.          He found nothing but                       undulations            rhythmic swells and the faint hands of an impresario               crafting the journeyrock                          below his feet.                      "No matter,     I suppose." But his cellular         structure was ringing                in his ears,      demanding audience                &
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Spotlight

Empathy - A Conversation

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Empathy - A Conversation

 A:   It is easier for my soul to keep    infirmities and silences hidden deep    Buried far from thought and kind    remonstrances from your gentle mind. B:    I witness but a gleam of truth    and hold it as dear as memories of youth    The unmerited You, revealed in twine    a labyrinth constructed to a unique design. A:    I'll weave myself into misery    tied by this self-serving sympathy    My tapestry woven of tendrilled tears    that in their shimmering, Delight, appears. B:    So in this fabric that conceals    all that I would have revealed    I'll seek for You, there to find    and by this search I will us bind.
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Current Residence: Waterfall
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Favourite genre of music: Classical
Favourite style of art: Pre-raphaelite/ Romantic
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Personal Quote: Cogito Ergo Sum
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Favourite Visual Artist
William Blake, Titian, Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Favourite Movies
Roman Polanski films
Favourite TV Shows
Downton, Abbey, Game of Thrones, House, Mentalist, Black Adder
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Enya, Chopin, Mahler
Favourite Books
Silmarillion, One Hundred Years of Solitude, Name of the Rose, The Prophet
Favourite Writers
Lord Byron, William Blake, Umberto Eco, Kahlil Gibran
Favourite Games
Elder Scrolls Series, Assassins Creed, Bioware games
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PC
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pencils, pens, paper, keyboard, anything vaguely usable as parchment
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archaeology, philosophy, anthropology, medieval history, linguistics

DD Suggestion Feature: @Ejrotsih

DD Suggestion Feature: @Ejrotsih

This will be the first in a series of features surrounding the #DDSuggestionDrive (https://www.deviantart.com/ddsuggestiondrive) For those of you that are unfamiliar, it was a drive to encourage DD Suggestions that occured during the month of February. I will be doing a series of features not on the actual featured works but on those who actively assisted and submitted suggestions to be featured. First to be featured is ejrotsih (https://www.deviantart.com/ejrotsih) who submitted 94 suggestions to the group. @Ejrotish is a photographer, with a strong eye for line, and form. In each of the images above the static lines still encourage the movement of the eye across the surface, hinting at movement behind the camera.

DD Suggestion Drive

DD Suggestion Drive

I was notified about a really exciting endeavour a few weeks ago for DeviantArt... and before I explain what it is I want to point out a few things: 1) DeviantArt receives less traffic, we all know this, and yet... it's pictures originally posted on DeviantArt that receive widespread tagging and sharing on other social media platforms. 2.) A community is only as good as it's members. Participating and taking the time to invest in other people will always reap dividends. 3.) DeviantArt has far more useful tools as a website at it's disposable to enable, valuable, sustainable and in depth community interactions. Prizes, memberships, feature

old things begun anew

old things begun anew

A new year is always an interesting time to start new things, but as I get older I remember things I had once wanted to do and for various reasons had stopped or put aside. So I wanted to take the opportunity to reflect slightly on why sometimes we give things up, often for deleterious reasons. Most people who have encountered me here will think of me as a poetaster, someone who loves to play with words in short staccato bursts of sound, but that is not where I started. I started with prose. Prose was my dominant means of writing growing up, it was the area in which I felt most comfortable reflecting on and exploring the world. This was ex

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stargirl2791Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for the watch!
Hello Ms. I stopped by, and saw that you critique poetry, hope you can critique some of my free flow poems. A lot of them are lyrics but I do have some which aren't "rap"lyrics. I'm about to read some of your work. Have a good day!
timeraiderHobbyist Writer
I stopped by to thank you for suggesting my work for a DD - thank you many, many times over - and was pleasantly surprised by the first poem I looked at in your gallery. One of the best parts of dA is stumbling onto something new and wonderful - and, well, I did. I look forward to reading more of your works.
PoetrymannProfessional Writer
Thanks very much for the fave.
PaileiHobbyist General Artist
Thanks so much for the fave on "to Persephone, with love!" :)
WalsungHobbyist Writer
Chanced to read your profile, and I'm surprised that we share common interests. I'm also a huge classic music fan, and I adore One Hundred of Years of Solitude and Lord Byron as well. I'm gonna read your works once I have time.
DeiSophiaHobbyist Writer
Oh wow thank you for stopping by! How did you end up here if I may ask?