The kiss I miss

“Stephen kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.

Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest,
Robin’s lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin’s eyes
Haunts me night and day.” 
― Sara Teasdale

For Three Muses - Silhouettes

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What is love?

love is more thicker than forget

e.e. cummings

love is more thicker than forget

more thinner than recall

more seldom than a wave is wet

more frequent than to fail

it is most mad and moonly

and less it shall unbe

than all the sea which only

is deeper than the sea

love is less always than to win

less never than alive

less bigger than the least begin

less littler than forgive

it is most sane and sunly

and more it cannot die

than all the sky which only

is higher than the sky

For Inspiration Avenuue - Hearts and Flowers

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Build more bridges between you and the world

“With stones, you can build walls to separate people or build bridges to unite them! Do the second thing in the name of ethics and honour, for the glory of love and goodness!” 

― Mehmet Murat ildan

For collage Obsession - Bridges

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Till you filled my Summer with plentiful gifts

Sonnet XXV

Before I loved you, love, nothing was my own:

I wavered through the streets, among

Objects:

Nothing mattered or had a name:

The world was made of air, which waited.

I knew rooms full of ashes,

Tunnels where the moon lived,

Rough warehouses that growled 'get lost',

Questions that insisted in the sand.

Everything was empty, dead, mute,

Fallen abandoned, and decayed:

Inconceivably alien, it all

Belonged to someone else - to no one:

Till your beauty and your poverty

Filled the autumn plentiful with gifts.” 

― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

For Take a Word - Couples

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Confidence

No one can make you feel inferior without your consent. 

 ~Eleanor Roosevelt

For Sunday Postcard Art - Faces

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Inspired by LK Perrella

Flowers of Yesterday

The Shadows Behind Her

Inspired by the work of LK Perrella

For Digitalmania

&

Paint Party Friday

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Freebies

They are all yours. Hope you can create beautiful pieces with them. Just right click and save them.

Karla B

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Defining Freedom

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For Three Muses - Word

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My Fellow Mortal

To a Mouse

    On Turning up in Her Nest with the Plough, November, 1785

Wee, sleeket, cowran, tim’rous beastie,

O, what a panic’s in thy breastie!

Thou need na start awa sae hasty,

          Wi’ bickerin brattle!

I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee

          Wi’ murd’ring pattle!

I’m truly sorry Man’s dominion

Has broken Nature’s social union,

An’ justifies that ill opinion,

          Which makes thee startle,

At me, thy poor, earth-born companion,

          An’ fellow-mortal!

I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve;

What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!

A daimen-icker in a thrave

          ’S a sma’ request:

I’ll get a blessin wi’ the lave,

          An’ never miss ’t!

Thy wee-bit housie, too, in ruin!

It’s silly wa’s the win’s are strewin!

An’ naething, now, to big a new ane,

          O’ foggage green!

An’ bleak December’s winds ensuin,

          Baith snell an’ keen!

Thou saw the fields laid bare an’ waste,

An’ weary Winter comin fast,

An’ cozie here, beneath the blast,

          Thou thought to dwell,

Till crash! the cruel coulter past

          Out thro’ thy cell.

That wee-bit heap o’ leaves an’ stibble

Has cost thee monie a weary nibble!

Now thou’s turn’d out, for a’ thy trouble,

          But house or hald,

To thole the Winter’s sleety dribble,

          An’ cranreuch cauld!

But Mousie, thou art no thy-lane,

In proving foresight may be vain:

The best laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men

          Gang aft agley,

An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,

          For promis’d joy!

Still, thou art blest, compar’d wi’ me!

The present only toucheth thee:

But Och! I backward cast my e’e,

          On prospects drear!

An’ forward tho’ I canna see,

          I guess an’ fear!

Robert Burns

Inspiration Avenue - Mice

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Lavender Dreams

There's a few things I've learned in life: always throw salt over your left shoulder, keep rosemary by your garden gate, plant lavender for good luck, and fall in love whenever you can.

Practical Magic

For Collage Obsession

Credits also to With a Russian-Dutch Heart - background paper.

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Carmem Miranda - The Lady in Tutti-Frutti Hat

We owe so much to Carmem Miranda - the Brazilian Bombshell. She was the first one to promote our culture/our music abroad. Carmem Miranda is for us - Brazilians what Evita Péron is for Argentina and Frida Kahlo is for Mexico. Her fruit-laden hats are iconic visuals recognized around the world.

"Look at me and tell me if I don't have Brazil in every curve of my body."

Carmem Miranda

For Take a Word - Hats 'n Things

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Paris - An Unshakeable Love

“I love the night passionately. I love it as I love my country, or my mistress, with an instinctive, deep, and unshakeable love. I love it with all my senses: I love to see it, I love to breathe it in, I love to open my ears to its silence, I love my whole body to be caressed by its blackness. Skylarks sing in the sunshine, the blue sky, the warm air, in the fresh morning light. The owl flies by night, a dark shadow passing through the darkness; he hoots his sinister, quivering hoot, as though he delights in the intoxicating black immensity of space. ” 

― Guy de Maupassant

For Lunagirl - Meet me in Paris

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Oh Starry Starry Night!

The Starry Night

by Anne Sexton

The town does not exist

except where one black-haired tree slips

up like a drowned woman into the hot sky.

The town is silent. The night boils with eleven stars.

Oh starry starry night! This is how

I want to die.

It moves. They are all alive.

Even the moon bulges in its orange irons

to push children, like a god, from its eye.

The old unseen serpent swallows up the stars.

Oh starry starry night! This is how

I want to die:

into that rushing beast of the night,

sucked up by that great dragon, to split

from my life with no flag,

no belly,

no cry.

For Sunday Postcard Art - Starry Night

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Inspired by Cathy Horner

Modern Fairy

She's a good girl

For Digitalmania - Artist Inspiration -Cathy Homer

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In Love

For Paint Party Friday

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Malaysia

This work is my tribute to the people of Malaysia - one of the most beautiful countries in the world. Thank you for visiting my blog. I'm honoured.

For Inspiration Avenue - Around the world

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Nihon,Watashi no ai

Swifter than hail

Lighter than a feather,

A vague sorrow

Crossed my mind.

Yosano Akiko

For Three Muses - Still Life

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Meet me in Paris

Paris

by Arthur Symons

My Paris is a land where twilight days

Merge into violent nights of black and gold;

Where, it may be, the flower of dawn is cold:

Ah, but the gold nights, and the scented ways!

 

Eyelids of women, little curls of hair,

A little nose curved softly, like a shell,

A red mouth like a wound, a mocking veil:

Phantoms, before the dawn, how phantom-fair!

 

And every woman with beseeching eyes,

Or with enticing eyes, or amorous,

Offers herself, a rose, and craves of us

A rose's place among our memories.

For Lunagirl - Meet me in Paris

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