Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from the fiery noon, and eve's one star, Sat gray-hair'd Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest. A stream went voiceless by, still deadened more By reason of his fallen divinity Spreading a shade: the Naiad 'mid her reeds Press'd her cold finger closer to her lips...
Old-fashioned beauty kissed by morning dew, In summer-rain her dreams reflect the sun, And poets ponder magic she can do...
Ex-Nihilo1958Colour Field Painting, Post-Painterly Abstraction, Washington Colour SchoolMagna on canvasPrivate collection The late 1950s marked a major turning point in Noland’s career and in ‘Ex Nihilo’ Noland began painting simplified forms and carefully balancing selected colours to create something out of nothing. Noland had yet to find his signature style and unlike his later renditions … Continue reading Ex-Nihilo by Kenneth Noland
Form: Haiku she waxes, glowinginto her fullest beautyreturn to darkness ©JGFarmer2021
Ill-mannered weather insulting the skin Echoes of rudeness the forecaster’s smile A beautiful day for taking it in...
I know you're cold but I've seen it before I'll take a chance on the wine Your starched white lips intravenous she drips In fear of turning blind Hair to grey and some guys say Shows you're shows you're growing old Do it again I can't explain The light sure seems cold...
Seasons of Life: Summer2015PostmodernismGunpowder on canvasCollection of the artist This large work is a depiction of a couple entwined in sexual intimacy whilst surrounded by colourful flowers representing the blossoming of summer with a vibrant use of red, blue and yellow evoking the emotions of blissfulness, happiness and vitality. The painting is one of four … Continue reading Seasons of Life: Summer by Cai Guo-Qiang
The animals were imperfect, long-tailed, unfortunate in their heads. Little by little they put themselves together, making themselves a landscape, acquiring spots, grace, flight. The cat, only the cat appeared complete and proud: he was born completely finished, walking alone and knowing what he wanted...
https://youtu.be/JAVyKDDsM3s La cathédrale engloutie1910Impressionism Claude Debussy Claude DebussyRomantic, Classical, ImpressionistBorn: 22 August 1862, Saint-Germain-en-Laye, FranceNationality: FrenchDied: 25 March 1918, Paris France Debussy was a composer. He is seen as the first impressionist composer, although he himself rejected the term. Among the first influential composers of the late 19th and early 20th centuries he was born … Continue reading La cathédrale engloutie by Claude Debussy
“If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads.”- Anatole France
Different paths that I have walked on in the different parts of Victoria in Australia.
A trail in the Dandenong Mountains.
A hidden entry and walk way in Fairfield Park.
Doing an exercise walk in the 1001 Steps in Narre Warren.
Walking around with Pat and Jack in Merri Creek Trail in Coburg.
A winding path in the Rhododendron Gardens in Olinda.
A narrow, rugged walkway near the beach of Sandringham.
A wooden walking path in Emerald Lake Park in Emerald.
To all of you who read me and especially those of you who have been supporting me with messages over the last weeks since the death of my father I want to say a massive and truly heartfelt thank you. I will be away until Monday to attend my father's funeral so will be unable … Continue reading A Personal Note
From Samhain winter rises with the dawn,
a world of icy mists and frosty white
as summer days now seem so long withdrawn
and yet the sun still rises in delight.
For Yule is calling out the shorter days,
of when the Lord of Sun shall soon return,
upon a winter's morning's distant haze,
as flaming beacons wave and fiercely burn,
for days of life for which we Pagans yearn
His hands calloused by time working in forging heat....
Non-Objective Painting No 80 (Black on Black)1918ConstructivismOil on canvasThe Museum of Modern Art, New York, USA Powerfully influenced by Kazimir Malevich and Suprematism, particular works such as Black Square (1915), in which the components of the painting are reduced to a single black square echoing the shape of the canvas. Rodchenko rejected the spiritualism of … Continue reading Non-Objective Painting No 80 (Black on Black) by Aleksander Rodchenko
ALL I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked the other way, And saw three islands in a bay. So with my eyes I traced the line Of the horizon, thin and fine, Straight around till I was come Back to where I’d started from; And all I saw from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood. Over these things I could not see: These were the things that bounded me...
https://youtu.be/7W2HCCAxUfA French follies dominoes1722Baroque François Couperin François CouperinBaroqueBorn: 10 November 1668, Paris, FranceNationality: FrenchDied: 11 September 1733, Paris, France Couperin was a composer, organist, and harpsichordist of the Baroque era. He was known as Couperin le Grand to distinguish him from the other members of his musically talented Family.
Welcome to the 6 minute challenge!
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- Set up a timer or sit near a clock so you can keep track of the six minutes you will be writing.
- You can either use one of the prompts (photo or written) or you can free-write.
- Get ready and write for 6 minutes, that is it! Can you write a complete story? Can you think of a new Sonnet? Can you write 400 words? 400? 500? There are no restrictions on what kind of writing you do, but you should try to be actively writing for six minutes.
- After you are done writing, include your word count and then post back to this page…
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That day in December so long ago,
when words were said in hushed whispered voices,
hearsay and rumour, gossips full of woe,
the endless questions of personal choices,
and over cups of tea stern faces judged me.
My crime to love with naught but truth in heart,
their disapproving glances set me free,
the 'blameless harridans' set me apart,
and all I see is the girl in my heart.
All I can see is the girl in my heart
who set my world alight with one sweet kiss
and lost to dreams as fate tore us apart
no chance of light here in this dark abyss.
One brief recall a fleeting dream tonight,
so many years have passed since that last day,
yet still I see you dance back into sight,
and let them whisper it's becuase you're gay
that love so beautiful was taken away.
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Media: Acrylic on canvas Flowers of Love by Jez Farmer, 2019 ©JGFarmer2019
https://youtu.be/obv33I2Kf10 Nocturnes1899Impressionist Claude Debussy Claude DebussyRomantic, Classical, ImpressionistBorn: 22 August 1862, Saint-Germain-en-Laye, FranceNationality: FrenchDied: 25 March 1918, Paris, France Debussy was a composer. He is seen as the first impressionist composer, although he himself rejected the term. Among the first influential composers of the late 19th and early 20th centuries he was born to a … Continue reading Nocturnes by Claude Debussy
I killed you today I thought it out in fine detail an act carefully planned murder one of that I have no doubt...
Somebody told her that there was a place like heaven Across the water on a 747 Yeah, we're living in In a modern world....
Vision is the art of seeing what is invisible to others.
– Jonathan Swift
Blessed Be my little Witch. To those who came before and those who will come after, know that the Goddess is with you always. Thank you all my dear readers…be blessed. ~GrannyMoon
Dark Moon – Time to Rest
New Moon – Time to Begin New Projects; Birth; Attraction
Waxing Moon – Time to Grow; Increase
Full Moon – Time to be Fulfilled; Abundance
Waning Moon – Time to Banish; Decrease
Last Sliver of Moon – Time to Die; Letting Go
Dark Moon – Time to Rest Again
Light A Candle Today!
In many different traditions lighting a candle is a sacred action. It expresses more than words can express. It has to do with gratefulness. From time immemorial, people have lit candles in sacred places. You may want to begin or end your…
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The Summer Solstice
Summer solstice represents a time to reflect upon the blessings we have received in seasons past and look toward new growth.On the longest day of the year, the sun, which has on the days preceding seemed to rise higher and higher into the sky, reaches its zenith and rises no more. This day, which in the Northern Hemisphere can occur between the 20th and 23rd of June, marks the start of summer and is known as the summer solstice. From time immemorial, the coming of summer’s light and warmth has been a time of gladness and celebration. In June, the snows had long since melted, the ground had thawed, the first fruits were ripening on their vines, and Mother Nature had once again renewed herself. Though most of us have turned away from our agricultural heritage, the summer solstice remains a time of new beginnings and…
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As darkness draws the sacred veil of night
and autumn wraps her cloak of vibrant leaves
the spirit world is closer to the light
as the dead gather in the autumn's sleeves.
The dark mother in all her glory stands
as autumn's beauty lifts our beating hearts
and like a spear of crimson blood commands
the fading Sun in farewell must depart,
as cold of winter pierces like a dart.
The sun recedes from over land and sea
to dwell in sacred realms of darkest death
and o'er the dreaming river where she be
to feel the gentle kiss of Lilith’s breath.
We seek the seed of life within our souls
Demeter's sacred mystery revealed,
to search the kernels where the darkness strolls
to bear the Child of Light, she's now concealed
in autumn's leaves and winter's snow dressed fields
I could use my pencils to draw how I feel, but I’m not good at faces and limbs dangling here and there, and I am no Lowry with match stick people and their dogs
Dirty old river Must you keep rolling Flowing into the night? People so busy Make me feel dizzy Taxi light shines so bright...
Form: Haiku bright yellows fadingin tearful rememberingslost to summer sun ©JGFarmer2021
Adam scriveyn, if ever it thee bifalle Boece or Troylus for to wryten newe, Under thy long lokkes thou most have the scalle...
https://youtu.be/fKjcK_Tg8Ts Te Deum1849Romantic Hector Berlioz Hector BerliozRomanticBorn: 11 December 1803, La Côte-Saint-André, FranceNationality: FrenchDied: 8 March 1869, Paris, France Berlioz was a composer and conductor of the Romantic era. His works include orchestral works, choral pieces, three operas and compositions of hybrid genres. As the eldest son of a provincial doctor, Berlioz was expected to … Continue reading Te Deum by Hector Berlioz
No angels wait in god’s heaven for me Nor do demons wait in a devil’s hell From that unholy torture I am free....
The grouping of couplets is well documented in poetry, and, if using them, Heroic couplets are written in iambic pentameter. However there is no set meter for Sestet couplets. The rhyme scheme isAabbcc ddeeff and so on Example A Celtic Prayer Divina Collins Deep in the heart of the Welsh mountainsA chapel of worship that … Continue reading Sestet Couplets Notes
On my desk there is a stone with the word “Amen” on it, a triangular fragment of stone from a Jewish graveyard destroyed many generations ago. The other fragments, hundreds upon hundreds, were scattered helter-skelter, and a great yearning, a longing without end, fills them all: first name in search of family name, date of death seeks...
Every night I'm there I'm always there She knows I'm there and heaven knows I hope she goes (Eloise) I find it hard to realize That love was in her eyes It's dying now She knows I'm crying now And every night I'm there I break my heart to please Eloise
https://youtu.be/P1ufu247fHg Air pour les Sauvages1735Opera Jean-Philippe RameauOperaBorn: 25 September 1683, Dijon, FranceNationality: FrenchDied: 12 September 1764, Paris, France Rameau was an important composer and music theorist of 18th century French music. He succeeded Jean-Baptiste Lully as the dominant composer of French opera and is considered a leading composer of his time for the harpsichord
Thurizas or Thorn represents the need for caution. It is advising the questioner things with care and where it is necessary to give due consideration to circumstances before acting. Interpretation Thurizas in the upright position is advising the questioner of a forthcoming opportunity, however, this opportunity must be handled with extreme care o avoid the … Continue reading The Runes: Thurizas
Golden Nose Slim Golden Nose Slim I knows where you've been Purple Pie Pete Purple Pie Pete Your lips are like lightning Girls melt in the heat....
https://youtu.be/i7MLT4MmAK8 May It Be2001Film and TV Enya EnyaNew Age, Film and TVBorn: 17 May 1961, Gweedore, IrelandNationality: IrishDied: 27 November 1474, Cambrai, France Enya is a singer, songwriter, musician, and record producer. She was born into a musical family and raised in the Irish-speaking area of Gweedore in County Donegal. She began her music career … Continue reading May It Be by Enya
In clouds of topaz see the native girl She walks barefoot over the amber sands. Soft tendrils of auburn hair twist and curl...
Created by: Jose Rizal M. ReyesStructure: Sestet and OctaveMeter: Decasyllabic or pentameterSchema: aaaaaa bbbbbbbb Example Azure Blue by Jez Farmer Cast the soul adrift upon the oceanAnd let it feel the waves of emotionAdrift but safe in a lover’s devotionWhere just one kiss can cause a commotionOr as calming as a soothing lotionFor each wave … Continue reading Korean Sonnet Notes
She gave me a reason down by the sea So long ago like a whispering breeze I can hardly hear what she said to me...
Media: Pencil on card Sea Turtles by Jez Farmer ©JGFarmer2018
Form: Haiku which came first, they askchickens or their new laid eggswe forgot the dinos ©JGFarmer2021
https://youtu.be/8NtiF2OZIcw Orpheus1726Opera Georg Philipp Telemann Georg Philipp TelemannBaroqueBorn: 14 March 1681, Magdeburg, GermanyNationality: GermanDied: 25 June 1767, Hamburg, Germany Telemann was a composer and multi-instrumentalist. He became a composer against his family’s wishes and was almost self-educated musically. Before settling in Hamburg in 1721 as a musical director of the city’s five main churches, he … Continue reading Orpheus by Georg Philipp Telemann
https://www.youtube.com/embed/ozpdobrfPH0?feature=oembed&autoplay=0&showinfo=0&rel=1&autohide=1&controls=1&fs=1&theme=&hl=en-us Hemi Sync CDs Generate Binaural Beats For Pure MeditationMeditation is a process that has come up as one of the most effective techniques for proper physical and mental growth of an individual. Binaural beats concept has a significant role to play in the meditation process. Hemi sync CDs help people harmonize the functioning of both…Meditation … Continue reading Meditation Music for Positive Energy l Relax Mind Body l Healing Music l Cleanse OLD Negative Energy — Purposeful Meditations
They’re hiding by the pebbles,
They’re running round the rocks.
Each of them, and all of them
In dazzling sea-green frocks.
They’re gathering strips of sea-weed,
The ribands fair that lie
Along the winding water mark
The tide has left so high.
They’re flying with the sand,
They’re singing in the caves,
And dancing in the white foam
They toss from off the waves.
But if you try to catch them
They’re always out of reach-
Not everywhere and anywhere,
But somewhere on the beach.
by Eileen Mathias
Art by Margaret Tarrant
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Tea is drunk to forget the din of the world
The sparring kids are screaming through the house, as mother sighs a weary wish for peace, and casts an eye over her sleeping spouse, the chores will have to wait for her caprice. The brassy kettle boils in clouds of steam, as dried old leaves let their essence fly free, a china cup awaits her amber dream, a drop of milk and silence she will see, the world retreats into a cup of tea
Well said, John
What is poetry?
I was asked. What is poetry?
I told her, poetry is everything.
Poetry is the description of the first kiss, the first dance.
Poetry suppose make us laugh out loud, cry silent tears.
Great poetry steal us from lonely world,
made us believe and see miracles and wonder.
Make us want to dance in Florence,
drink German beer in Munich in October.
Make us want to feel the coldness of the sea and walk in the clouds.
Make us understand war, make us understand sickness.
Make us wishful for love and remember beautiful faces.
Yes I said, poetry is everything.