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September has come and with it comes works of art which have brought me so much enjoyment, please enjoy and share with these wonderful artists

As always abstract art takes me into a different level ....

Unstable Mindtrick by please-you   :thumb255873725:    hide the scars by jelefi

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness - Robert Frost

    of all things perfect... by rickster155    Kante 3 by BenediktBehnke    freedom of speech by EvaShoots      

A poem can have an impact, but you can't expect an audience to understand all the nuances - Douglas Dunn

August is ocher-sepia 12 by martaraff    Divided Light by minikikiart    Fault And Faces by KizukiTamura   

A poem conveys not a message so much as the provenance of a message, an advent of sense - Thomas Harrison

Sunburst by kyidyl   moon of thorns - part I by Sopouch    no title by morgondotter

A poet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman - Wallace Stevens

:thumb185775102:   Selective Amnesia by Anacorreal  :thumb254536849:

A poem is never finished, only abandoned - Paul Valery

Apocalypse Dawn by AidaBabayeva    Have house - need roof... by MODDEYDOO   Golden Mist by aPawn

Always be a poet, even in prose - Charles Baudelaire

:thumb164825070:   Nemus Procul Diluculo by 4420   :thumb123704432:

Every single soul is a poem - Michael Franti

:thumb255819090:    black vs white by LifeFun   

How do poems grow? They grow out of your life - Robert Penn Warren

Hopethrough almost translucent space
a forest of naked quaking aspen trees
stands still and straight in the snow
and the silence screams sorrow
until a blinding bright light appears
making tears show and fall with the strain
as it presses nearer to enter the soul
entering within to quench the lonely flames
which smoldered inside
reviving the spirit once more


If you cannot be a poet, be the poem - David Carradine

ShadowsWhen I come back home at night I am trying not to let shadows in.
But shadows are fast and agile - when I  am flegmatic and melancholic.
I am never sure if it's safe, therefore I am always afraid.
Once shadows, disguised people, killed my friend.


Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks - Plutarch

World ForgottenFluttering wings
Dancing feet
Star filled skies
Moonlight lullabies
Crashing waves on a somber beach
Flowers dancing in the breeze
All sullen reminders of a world left behind
A world forgotten
Where peace and freedom reign
and war is but a distant nightmare
A place where dreamers can dream without criticism
and lovers can love without fear
A time when all are friends not enemies
and death is no where near
Animals live without fear of extinction
and humans live without hate.


Thank you every single one of you for making every day a very special day

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HARPY,THE SPIRIT OF DEATH... by chryssalis
   Nekropole 05 by HorstSchmier   eagle by Migrena

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ThaisNav's avatar
Thanks for remembering of me! I really appreciated it!!!