tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41774840228982278262024-08-30T12:14:15.122-07:00JWBs Artsy BlogAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14851647714301982935noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177484022898227826.post-10704922618733310042011-11-19T19:13:00.001-08:002012-01-05T04:17:18.179-08:00You<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIyd9T10v7_hn_lxQdCSdC46VeZhyphenhyphenY-CbxKqawHc6JPY3uMAeoueMlBzvmC5z7BfZPT_RP6kc4aKAAvtqkDe32F6r5oNDp4mz6yavNG7FzhTUFLvTHdCXwc0Og83LMAuRfbQMejO73s85R/s1600/com_1796579c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="199" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIyd9T10v7_hn_lxQdCSdC46VeZhyphenhyphenY-CbxKqawHc6JPY3uMAeoueMlBzvmC5z7BfZPT_RP6kc4aKAAvtqkDe32F6r5oNDp4mz6yavNG7FzhTUFLvTHdCXwc0Og83LMAuRfbQMejO73s85R/s320/com_1796579c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><i>You</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Of all the women that I have met,</i><br />
<i>You are the most amazing yet.</i><br />
<i>Gentle mind, and loving heart.</i><br />
<i>These things set you well apart.</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Astonished when I think of you,</i><br />
<i>Professor, painter, author too.</i><br />
<i>Your Joie de Vivre, and savoir-fare,</i><br />
<i>Smart and caring, debonair.</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Your loveliness, beyond compare,</i><br />
<i>I sometimes want to sit and stare.</i><br />
<i>At all your movements, sensuous,</i><br />
<i>Conspicuously marvelous.</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>The part of you that most inspires,</i><br />
<i>Your soul of passion, filled with fire.</i><br />
<i>Each time we meet, joy starts anew</i><br />
<i>Who lights my fire Babe? Only you.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14851647714301982935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177484022898227826.post-65312124278208746192011-11-16T17:55:00.001-08:002012-01-05T04:19:28.511-08:00A Gift<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3tlwKnwE92K6eyM2H_wr-m7u3PQmWof42OzJuHI7_tzHj7-cupU7-_kB45DOHb-alsbVyzYyJufQkYhPr5CnZXSbiStKcYut1MPgMabP5SIbDwvTyZT1CN3B8ixTCpX39Q6BgMWeonXpG/s1600/giving2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3tlwKnwE92K6eyM2H_wr-m7u3PQmWof42OzJuHI7_tzHj7-cupU7-_kB45DOHb-alsbVyzYyJufQkYhPr5CnZXSbiStKcYut1MPgMabP5SIbDwvTyZT1CN3B8ixTCpX39Q6BgMWeonXpG/s1600/giving2.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">A Gift<br />
<br />
A stranger shows up late one eve,<br />
Softspoken, fair, polite.<br />
Their uttered words seem crafted <br />
To bestow a little light.<br />
<br />
With kindness then, this stranger does<br />
Greet everyone they meet,<br />
We all enjoy the words employed,<br />
This stranger's special treat.<br />
<br />
Suspicions rise, Who is this then?<br />
Who fills our place with kindness?<br />
There is no human such as this!<br />
They're trying to beguile us!<br />
<br />
Their motives then, we must explore<br />
To weigh and judge and sift.<br />
When all that kindness we enjoyed,<br />
Was simply just a gift.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </span></i></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14851647714301982935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177484022898227826.post-2531639956689510522011-11-16T15:25:00.001-08:002012-01-05T04:19:01.297-08:00The View<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOl7FYOyMmBfXQCWXgtt3TqIaSCLAcNjBa5woAoZHOT22iunjmGOx1ybqIcHALbsrJCFkf3IzBTpJ0Szy7WYQPL7mwbGOG63D7ckK2laZYcYAjpblhA8ycDT0pmih7H0DEjJbCfPxUfwkx/s1600/Optical-Illusions-02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOl7FYOyMmBfXQCWXgtt3TqIaSCLAcNjBa5woAoZHOT22iunjmGOx1ybqIcHALbsrJCFkf3IzBTpJ0Szy7WYQPL7mwbGOG63D7ckK2laZYcYAjpblhA8ycDT0pmih7H0DEjJbCfPxUfwkx/s320/Optical-Illusions-02.jpg" width="320" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><i>The View<br />
<br />
To stretch, to grow, to try the new.<br />
A free heart does desire.<br />
We add or take, from what we are,<br />
To perfection we aspire.<br />
<br />
To live life full, the norm we shun,<br />
Eschew familiar roads.<br />
For down the old accustomed path,<br />
Routine becomes our load.<br />
<br />
We face torment, when with our peers,<br />
Who fear the brave or new.<br />
Disdain falls heavy on those who<br />
Sidestep the tried and true.<br />
<br />
A pox on you, I choose my path!<br />
Goes up the battle cry.<br />
I will live life, just as I wish<br />
Until the day I die!<br />
<br />
No sage are you, to judge or scorn<br />
All that I say or do<br />
If good or bad, depends upon</i><br />
<i>The point from which you View.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14851647714301982935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177484022898227826.post-20326598186548640092011-11-15T07:55:00.001-08:002012-01-05T04:18:23.040-08:00To Hold<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp3CZeTN47yy5Oyxa0w0Sic3ihoIekGgsOs5mQXvUQs_hyN2vtvnLw8Ijumzr1RzGFErQU2wQQYO6Nr_0cT3xzXL2ypqjoeeph9FbyZIGNPy2Oxtnf2n02q53sAwvAKOqBuvGF0A4kbeIA/s1600/emotions_sm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp3CZeTN47yy5Oyxa0w0Sic3ihoIekGgsOs5mQXvUQs_hyN2vtvnLw8Ijumzr1RzGFErQU2wQQYO6Nr_0cT3xzXL2ypqjoeeph9FbyZIGNPy2Oxtnf2n02q53sAwvAKOqBuvGF0A4kbeIA/s320/emotions_sm.jpg" width="320" /> </a></div><br />
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<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><i> To Hold<br />
<br />
Embrace, Support, Sustain, Caress,<br />
A heart's mean aspiration.<br />
Abeyance is wont to provide,<br />
Against all life's distress.<br />
<br />
Of pure intent, these acts lead to<br />
A life lived in confinement.<br />
When my true heart's only desire,<br />
Is simply to hold you.</i></div><br />
<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14851647714301982935noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4177484022898227826.post-21857652381282101782011-11-15T07:09:00.001-08:002012-01-05T04:19:57.515-08:00The Goddess<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXBzmoyrY-8pVT93t35Zc7_BQfRzOJgqvs7rO_rKbo_tjgY-TmCUfYljon1aofshkWUhbNGmFbhpuH38yT9so_0gPMlRcXZGt4mkKFA0c5QTVCN1-ZhRLDXnDoC7WH2CISBIHxaPZKi59N/s1600/DyktainaZikos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXBzmoyrY-8pVT93t35Zc7_BQfRzOJgqvs7rO_rKbo_tjgY-TmCUfYljon1aofshkWUhbNGmFbhpuH38yT9so_0gPMlRcXZGt4mkKFA0c5QTVCN1-ZhRLDXnDoC7WH2CISBIHxaPZKi59N/s320/DyktainaZikos.jpg" width="226" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> The Goddess</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Reveal herself, an ardent wish,<br />
Arising from the ashes<br />
Calvary, love gone awry<br />
Twas this she set to vanquish<br />
<br />
Who is she now? Beyond her ken. <br />
Her strength, her depth, her wisdom.<br />
Or that it soon would be revealed<br />
A Goddess had arisen</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14851647714301982935noreply@blogger.com0