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Protecting young


IMG_0154If we are meant to be the civilised beings

Why do we kill our own, disregard the poor and kill the planet as we speak?

Are we protecting our untainted young from the enticing light

That deceives us as corrupted purity?

Are we setting a pathway for younglings to prosper bliss

When all our goals are oriented around money, sex and power?

Why do we blame murderers and rapists

When we should look at ourselves for despoiling the innocence from children these outlaws once were.

If ever you needed a reason to do something.


never be afraid 🙂

Poetry by Nature

Smile because your tears are blurring your vision of sadness.
Sing because people stare at you and tell you your voice is crappy.
Trust because when your heart begs you not.
Twirl because your mind makes sense of what you see of the world.
Frolick because you are made fun of. Kiss because others are watching.
Sleep because you are afraid it may not be the right dream.
Run because everybody believes you can not walk.

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The Stream line


i remember sitting here taking that photo 🙂

Poetry by Nature

Gleaming eyes, but can you hear water?

The waterfall leaving a chasm in your heart

Fill my inky heart, with your soft trickling twilight

Smothering my fiery flamed hear, with your prismatic stance

Fissuring my chintzy taste buds, baptising my tongue

Whirlpool of deliberate destruction

Clear as water, opaque as the rocks under the water

Fake as the reflection you see, of radiant stars

Is she flowing too, or will she flow through the fall line?

The power of volition, will she be unwavering?

Water in her purest, little stain of blood

Big stain of blood, responsive to change

I can sometimes feel your heat but not see it

But will my life flow like water, or will heart fissure

Conductive to life, peevish downfall

But she is non organic, because water does not decay

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The Wilderness


the wilderness at its finest 🙂

Poetry by Nature

Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig

and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips;

maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,

a cracked bell, or a torn heart.

Something from far off it seemed

deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth,

a shout muffled by huge autumns,

by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.

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A Star


nostalgic

Poetry by Nature

Tell a man there are an infinite and one stars in the universe and he’ll believe you.

Tell him a bench has wet paint on it and he’ll have to touch it to be certain of it.

We need to find the one, cannot be found in noise and restlessness.

The one is the friend of silence.

The one envisages how nature – trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence…

We need silence to be able to touch souls.

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The flower


brings back memories 🙂

Poetry by Nature

White Purity stainless to many

Stained through puberty

Innocent at heart, heart of the bud

You can be my cure, cure ?

Cure, make me feel secure

Pleasant at first glance, Stings when you’re on the wrongside of it

Why so beautiful, if im only about to be pushed away?

Deceptive, beautiful, elegant, bittersweet

Yes that’s my diocia.

‘I have something totell you’

‘Yes’

‘Close your eyes.

Last walk to freedom, blinded by darkness

Peerless purity, corruption continuum

Deceptive, like the women in the black dress

Tenebrous, beware, angel of darkness stares

Into your eyes, makes you see none

Death makes you see black? Or the heavenly white?

Black cards, black cards, lifes a game

Gamble right and you may get a black,

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A description of Time


who fancies my poem about time? What do you think about the artwork?

Poetry by Nature


What makes life valuable is that it doesn’t last forever. What makes it

precious is that it ends. I know that now more than ever. And I say it

today of all days, to remind us that time is luck. So, don’t waste it

living someone else’s life. Make yours count for something; fight

for what matters to you no matter what because even if we fall

short, what better way is there to live? It’s easy to feel hopeful

on a beautiful day like today, but there will be dark days

ahead of us, too. There will be days when you feel alone,

and that is when hope is needed most. No matter how

buried it gets or how lost you feel, you must promise me

that you will hold onto hope. Keep it alive. We have to be

greater than what we suffer. My wish for you is…

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purity


Poetry by Nature

If life was perfect

Wouldn’t thy beauty linger on forever?

Why do leaves fall off trees? Nay and cover the empty cracks on the floor

If life was perfect

Why do the echoes of sinners run throughout the world?

Why do we feel hurt at the expense of one’s happiness

Why does the howling loneliness sweep the nice people first?Nay,

If life was perfectWhy does crimson embers clutch the air in excitement?

Pull you so close you feel so happy And burn you when you’re too close…

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The Path


i put so much effort and pain into this!

Poetry by Nature

Sometimes your heart tells you to help someone find their way, but your mind tells you that someone needs to find their path on their own to grow.

Sometimes your heart tells you to love someone who is not on the same page as you, but your mind tells you your differences will end up pulling you both a part.

Sometimes your heart tells you to endure the cheating and abuse with the hope of change, but your mind says you know you deserve better.

Your heart and mind sometimes disagree; your fate will depend on whose advice you follow.

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Memories yield experience


MEMORIES WILL PINCH YOUR HEART.
MEMORIES BRING EXPERIENCE
and that is what makes you the person you are now…
Without your experience-
you are an empty page,
a blank notebook,
or a missing lyric?

If ever you needed a reason to do something.


Smile because your tears are blurring your vision of sadness.
Sing because people stare at you and tell you your voice is crappy.
Trust because when your heart begs you not.
Twirl because your mind makes sense of what you see of the world.
Frolick because you are made fun of. Kiss because others are watching.
Sleep because you are afraid it may not be the right dream.
Run because everybody believes you can not walk.

Being happy


Steal the key that fits the lock of everybody’s heart.
Because of your smile, you make life more beautiful.
The shortest distance between two people is a smile.
One smile can’t change the world, but your smile changes mine.
What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity.

Ambition


Just remember the only thing screwed up is the picture in people’s head of how things are supposed to be

Yesterday is today’s gain

Tomorrow is today’s to tame

The past shall not take too much of today

and the future shall teach you who you really are and what you really want

Finding beauty in the most “unlikely” places


People can’t see themselves,
this is why we look into people’s eyes as if they were mirrors,
but their eyes talk about themselves,
not you,
so find beauty inside of you
and let what you do reflect it.

The Wilderness


Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig

and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips;

maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,

a cracked bell, or a torn heart.

Something from far off it seemed

deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth,

a shout muffled by huge autumns,

by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.

The Path


Sometimes your heart tells you to help someone find their way, but your mind tells you that someone needs to find their path on their own to grow.

Sometimes your heart tells you to love someone who is not on the same page as you, but your mind tells you your differences will end up pulling you both a part.

Sometimes your heart tells you to endure the cheating and abuse with the hope of change, but your mind says you know you deserve better.

Your heart and mind sometimes disagree; your fate will depend on whose advice you follow.

The Stream line


Gleaming eyes, but can you hear water?

The waterfall leaving a chasm in your heart

Fill my inky heart, with your soft trickling twilight

Smothering my fiery flamed hear, with your prismatic stance

Fissuring my chintzy taste buds, baptising my tongue

Whirlpool of deliberate destruction

Clear as water, opaque as the rocks under the water

Fake as the reflection you see, of radiant stars

Is she flowing too, or will she flow through the fall line?

The power of volition, will she be unwavering?

Water in her purest, little stain of blood

Big stain of blood, responsive to change

I can sometimes feel your heat but not see it

But will my life flow like water, or will heart fissure

Conductive to life, peevish downfall

But she is non organic, because water does not decay

The flower


White Purity stainless to many

Stained through puberty

Innocent at heart, heart of the bud

You can be my cure, cure ?

Cure, make me feel secure

Pleasant at first glance, Stings when you’re on the wrongside of it

Why so beautiful, if im only about to be pushed away?

Deceptive, beautiful, elegant, bittersweet

Yes that’s my diocia.

‘I have something totell you’

‘Yes’

‘Close your eyes.

Last walk to freedom, blinded by darkness

Peerless purity, corruption continuum

Deceptive, like the women in the black dress

Tenebrous, beware, angel of darkness stares

Into your eyes, makes you see none

Death makes you see black? Or the heavenly white?

Black cards, black cards, lifes a game

Gamble right and you may get a black,

purity


If life was perfect

Wouldn’t thy beauty linger on forever?

Why do leaves fall off trees? Nay and cover the empty cracks on the floor

If life was perfect

Why do the echoes of sinners run throughout the world?

Why do we feel hurt at the expense of one’s happiness

Why does the howling loneliness sweep the nice people first?Nay,

If life was perfectWhy does crimson embers clutch the air in excitement?

Pull you so close you feel so happy And burn you when you’re too close…

A Star


Tell a man there are an infinite and one stars in the universe and he’ll believe you.

Tell him a bench has wet paint on it and he’ll have to touch it to be certain of it.

We need to find the one, cannot be found in noise and restlessness.

The one is the friend of silence.

The one envisages how nature – trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence…

We need silence to be able to touch souls.

The Time-Portal


Sometimes your heart needs more time to accept what your mind already knows.

Imagine your mind as a door and make sure never open that door to any low feelings or sad thoughts.

You have control over the door of your mind so only allow those thoughts that deserve room in your mind and your life.

Only allow happiness, love, peace and joy to come through that door.

A description of Time



What makes life valuable is that it doesn’t last forever. What makes it

precious is that it ends. I know that now more than ever. And I say it

today of all days, to remind us that time is luck. So, don’t waste it

living someone else’s life. Make yours count for something; fight

for what matters to you no matter what because even if we fall

short, what better way is there to live? It’s easy to feel hopeful

on a beautiful day like today, but there will be dark days

ahead of us, too. There will be days when you feel alone,

and that is when hope is needed most. No matter how

buried it gets or how lost you feel, you must promise me

that you will hold onto hope. Keep it alive. We have to be

greater than what we suffer. My wish for you is to

become hope – people need that. And even if we

fail, what better way is there to live? As we

look around here today, at all the people

who helped make us who we are,

I know it feels like we are saying

goodbye, but we will carry a

piece of each other into

everything that we do

next, to remind us of

who we are and

who we are

meant to

be?

Give us this bread always


Very good stuff 🙂

poemsinseason

They ask for signs,
but fail to embrace
the sign that was given.
They were in happy agreement
when it was all about eating
and feeding upon crusty loaves.
On those days belief came easy
and their hearts had surged,
hoping, expectant.
But seeking, receiving and dining
on the food that endures for eternal life,
(whatever that means),
is another thing entirely.

Give us this bread always.
The request comes easily,
with eager, outstretched hands,
but few opt to stay around
to receive the answer.
And the sign,
despite its stark simplicity,
perhaps because of it,
is passed by, unnoticed and ignored.
Mostly.

© Ken Rookes 2015

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For Our Children – The Illustrative World of Helene Magisson


sweet!

Magic Fish Dreaming

11196362_992442344124038_8667092435439174466_n (2) For Our Children

Helene Magisson is a Children’s book illustrator, who graduated from the painting restoration school “Art et Avenir”, Paris (France).

She was also trained in the art of medieval illumination, exhibiting her work in Europe and teaching the history and techniques of medieval miniature in primary and high schools, both in France and in India, where she lived for a few years.

When Helene settled down in Australia, she decided to start a new career in children’s book illustration. Her numerous trips in Europe and Asia, as well as her childhood spent in Africa inspire and enrich her work. She believes that travelling is a fantastic source of inspiration.

Helene was awarded the first prize in the illustration category at the 2013 CYA conference. She has illustrated her first book, The Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams Bianco.

IMAGE_524 (2) Helene in India

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