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It is a stage that all of those who are striving and competing are competing for it and it is a kind of life that if you are missing it you are one of the dead. It is a light that if you are without it you are in and ocean of darkness. It is […]
Love of Allah..&..Allah Sevgisi..&..  Ibn Qayyim al Jawziyyah
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Micul cer şi Marea mare Totul se întrezărea, Încolţeau anotimpurile sub tălpile tale Şi tu obişnuiai să te propteşti în piciorul stâng… Apăsai pe degetele-mi care scriau despre soare Şi parcă vara îşi făcea loc pe lângă tâmpla ta. Am mers împreună să-i scriem verii să ne aducă îngerii aproape . Şi tu mi-ai promis […]

Micul cer şi Marea mare

mare, scriu, mâinile cerului, strigătul mării, tu

This is a landscape woodblock print by Hiroshige II 二代 広重 (1826-1869) called Chûzenji Lake in Shimozuke Province 下野中禅寺湖水 made in 1860. It is part of the series One hundred famous views of Japan 諸国名所百景. Lake Chûzenji is located in the Nikkô National Park, a popular tourist spot even today and a must see on […] […]

Art on Tuesday: Lake Chûzenji — Japan Kaleidoskop

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The Typewriter “Police are searching for escaped convict Leticia Decker, otherwise known as the Lafayetteville’s Lizzy Borden.” Lonely Mike Dawson shut off the old dusty radio. After twenty two best selling horror novels, he preferred to rummage through his cluttered attic than stare at a blank page. Lifting a sheet off a table he discovered […]

The Typewriter

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Do you recall the night by the shore, The chilly breeze biting at our legs? Shivering in the breeze you took off your shirt and wrapped it across my bare shoulders.   I have  had other moonlit nights but none like this. Your shirt still smells of the sea your cheek as  rough as shells embedded in the sand. I kept your shirt, pretending to forget.   The garden is in bloom now in lush  shades of red that push  against green leaves, fire-wheels of lilies. A contrary sower, it is my gift. I would prefer salt wind and a chilly moonlit shore.   My nights are filled with dreams of entwined sea creatures unwilling to disentangle now they have found one another.       “Drowning in Sleep”  by kimsol

sea creatures

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Bună-vă dimineața-vă!

Zauberhaften Guten Morgen!, Falco tinnunculus, Morning has broken

No hay luz,

es de noche y no hay luz.

La colcha está echada

hacia el lado incorrecto

de esta cama redonda.

Basta metade do seu rosto para o meu olho brilhar.

Basta metade do azul destes olhos para eu me visualizar.

Basta metade do seu ombro para eu querer me apoiar.

It was midnight when we arrived in Manaus. Normally we would have taken a train or bus into town from the airport, however it was late and we weren’t familiar with the place so we took a taxis. Trusting our Lonely Planet Book, we found accommodation at the Plaza Hotel, AV Getulio Vargas 215. In spite of the name, it was described as “unspectacular but comfortable ” (inexpensive) and that, it was.

Everyday is a beautiful new day…you just have to recognize it……happy saturday

En algún lugar del alma se extienden los desiertos de la pérdida, del dolor fermentado; oscuros páramos agazapados tras los parajes de los días.

Nació en Santiago el 29 de Octubre de 1911, su familia era francesa, pero estaban radicados en Chile. Por motivos laborales de su padre, la familia se va a vivir a Orillas del río Maule. Este ambiente rural le fue de gran influencia para desarrollar sus obras, por ejemplo: Cosas de campo (1933).


Fable, folklore, or perhaps so very real somewhere in another time,

Like a mystical story from times of old England, it seems this could be.

Possibly he lived in a great castle of stone along a flowing river,


“Since we cannot know all that is to be known of everything,
we ought to know a little about everything.”

~~ Blaise Pascal ~~

Viigils held across chicago for orlando lgbt community, our brothers and sisters – some flowers from me to all who suffer now

En el emblemático edificio del Torreón del Monje se puede visitar con entrada libre y gratuita la muestra fotográfica itinerante que nuclea imágenes de la ciudad, captadas por la mirada de fotógrafos aficionados o profesionales que tienen en común la pasión por los lugares emblemáticos de este enclave tradicional de la costa atlántica.

The sea is calm tonight.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair

Explore The Beauty Of Indonesia

Anghel Dumbrăveanu


Bij de verbeelding #2 By fotodigitalenten

But honestly, if you are nearer Virginia and or New York, I would suggest a visit to Howe Caverns and or Luray Caverns.

I guarantee every photo I post of my kitties is one of several taken to get to the one that’s adequate to post!

A really great storm was going on outside last night. And I had opened all the doors and windows. Its so beautiful to see trees turbulently swaying with the fierce winds against the deepest and darkest nights. Specially after the spell of maddening heat.

Alright, not as in the “Great Australian Outback”, but rather “Out my back door, in my house yard”.

Earth is the planet
                            we share
           Humanity is the bond
                                                  we care!

How wonderful the world would be ,

Philippians 3:10, New King James Version (NKJV)
10 that I may know Him and the power of His resurrection, and the fellowship of His sufferings, being conformed to His death,

Mixed Cats Pictures


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Age of Innocence

Fabulous post perfect for friends to share … Ian 😊

The Humble Fabulist


James Montgomery Flagg
”And now you won’t ever have any respect for me – how could you?”
Charcoal and wash on board

The Society of Illustrators

September 24th, 2016

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Blanche & Ophelia

Nice to see you back and writing your great stuff again keep up the good work Ian ⭐️😊👍


Blanche & Ophelia

truth doesn’t lie
in the voice of the gentleman she’s not expecting
nor in the one who rejects

it’s a dim half or almost whole dark shade
dawdling in the parlour or a menace in wait
outside the shuttered window
where ordinary scraps of day gather to singularities

a woman far from her self
makes no last call as a stone-laced coat takes her down
and her boa of plucked flowers and straws
breaks apart on the way to the sea
scatterings that may be one in another otherness

if only before going in
she dams the stream within
and looks over her shoulder to ask
whether a lad who thinks too much is worth it
or catches through the dropping sun
the crenellations of the nunnery he suggests

and if prescriptions are not for her
let her wash her hair such fine hair
paint her still…

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Fabulous post Leslie .. Reminds me of the ‘ Spit and Sawdust Pubs ‘ of long ago one such was called ‘ The Case Is Altered ‘ not these modern names but a pub with history of its drinkers … Ian ⭐️😊👍


This is a 12″ x 16″ oil on canvas called The Reception. This is a vignette in life where the wedding is over and the father of the bride and the father of the groom get together over a drink at the reception and discuss the meaning of life and their hopes and fears for the future union of their children.


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Prayer is the cure for a lost soul, confused mind, and a broken heart…&…Namaz kaybolmuş ruhlar, karışmış zihinler ve kırılmış kalpler için şifadır.

Beautiful post as always Semra … Reflective and deep with so much meaning …. Prayer for me is with my private thoughts with the father and freedom to express all that l feel, felt or thought … And to offer thanks for all he gave me … Never to ask for more than l need and to ask to help all others with their burdens daily … Amen .. 🙏



ssemrassAllah Almighty does not need anything; He does not need our worship, either. It is we who need worship. Worship is a kind of remedy for our spiritual wounds. It is the food for our spirit and the remedy for the diseases in our heart. Therefore, the reason why Allah Almighty orders worship is our own benefit. When a doctor insistently advises some medicines to a patient, he does it for the benefit of the patient not for his own benefit. It is nonsense to say to the doctor, “Why do you insist on this medicine? Why do you need it?”; similarly, it is nonsense and illogical to think, “Why does Allah Almighty order us to worship? Why does He need it?”

The reason why Allah created the universe is to show the manifestations of his names and attributes and to present the wonderful reflections of those manifestations and these…

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Like a Fist

Beautiful inspiring post Brenda as always … Always the cold reminds me of a punch in the throat from how its ability to take our breath away makes me feel … I remember as a child my mum saying dress up warm or you will catch a cold … But years later we find out that heat incubates germs … Must have known never get colds and always in short sleeve t-shirts all year round … Lots of warm hugs … Ian ⭐️😊👍

Friendly Fairy Tales

Sunset on a lake with a twisted tree

At times sunset
comes down
like a fist,
clenched with
unsaid words,
storms forecast,
and even the color pink
becomes a
of feminine power.

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La vergüenza de nuestro tiempo

Great post Adrian and Carlos and really worthy cause … …added video as important … Ian

Las crónicas del Otro Mundo

Un repentino corro de sombras beligerantes, un chispazo trémulo que se ensancha rápidamente en la oscuridad, la tierra temblando desde sus más hondos cimientos, mientras las manos tratan de ahogar el grito obtuso, desesperado, de quien es demasiado joven para entender lo que ocurre. El leve polvo que se desprende de los techos semiderruidos y el horror tomando las más disparatadas formas, aunque ninguna tan aberrante y mezquina, tan llena de iniquidad, como la que puede dibujar la sombra de la guerra en los ojos de un niño.

Dicen que la historia la escriben los vencedores, pero en Siria no ganará nadie, solamente habrán pérdidas, los jirones de una humanidad raída, desgarrada por el cinismo de la mentira mediática, que crece auspiciada por esa piara que se acomoda en la porqueriza del poder, tratando de ocultar los verdaderos intereses de la tragedia, los intereses particulares de los lobbies que financian los partidos, usurpando…

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Fabulous post and a great picture as always Ian

House of Heart

She no longer recalls or feels.

Coherency is not a concept.

The curve of her back is wired with filament.

 Straw fills the space that  held a heart.

Hyacinth grows  inside her wounds that open and reopen.

Crocus covers a callus of bone that never heals.

Constructed for crows her limbs are stripped of

 flesh and doll eyes stare into nothingness.

Her throat is filled

with lacy moths their torn wings caged

by  lips strung with suffering.

Nothing escapes the prison  of barbs

 for there are no words that cut deep enough.

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