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The ND's nigh...: One Saturday in November...
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Thursday, 16 April 2015. One Saturday in November. Tennis balls torpedo town,. Widow smiling in a hearse. 4 by 4 treats gravel badly,. Glory gone, glum pumpkin shivers,. Rain rehearses, monsoon moon,. Sugared water tips the balance,. Mood enhancers lift the gloom,. Cheer the nation,. How many voices are in the station? 16 April 2015 at 15:15. At first this made me think of a crazy hail storm in November, ha. But then I got caught up in your alliteration and rhyme. Fun piece, David. 17 April 2015 at 16:45.
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Отдых в Железноводске и путешествие по КМВ - взгляд фотографа: октября 2011
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Листая фотоальбом. Медовые водопады. До чего же это утомительный процесс – ремонт компьютера…Иногда начинаешь очень жалеть, что техника может ломаться. Но надеюсь, что теперь у меня в отношениях с компьютером наступило затишье и я смогу порадовать себя и вас новыми рассказами. Ссылки на это сообщение. Отправить по электронной почте. Написать об этом в блоге. Дорогой сказки. Прощание. Ссылки на это сообщение. Отправить по электронной почте. Написать об этом в блоге. Подписаться на: Сообщения (Atom). Стать...
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Stacte, Poetry by Ellecee: March 2016
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Stacte, Poetry by Ellecee. Poetry is an act of peace. – Pablo Neruda. Wednesday, March 23, 2016. He was a stranger. For a short time. Into her closed circle. Discovered a small crack. He knew what secrets. She waited to hear. He learned her tender spots. Her fear of life. He made it possible. Links to this post. Monday, March 21, 2016. She walks in the wood. Her dog gives chase. The morning is sultry. Mist on the lake. A pair of loons. Links to this post. Monday, March 14, 2016. He was the one. Thursday,...
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Stacte, Poetry by Ellecee: January 2016
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Stacte, Poetry by Ellecee. Poetry is an act of peace. – Pablo Neruda. Wednesday, January 27, 2016. Do we come back around. The rich juices of Spring. Filling our veins with. This time for planting seeds. Ancient souls such as. The fruit is not. The size is smaller. Not the best colour,. What kind of garden. Have we left, how. Much loss is there? With its deep chill,. Cold winds blow,. The sun is low on. For parched egos,. Go away, go away. The cold, cold silence. Of winter creating a. Is it death or.
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Stacte, Poetry by Ellecee: December 2016
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Stacte, Poetry by Ellecee. Poetry is an act of peace. – Pablo Neruda. Saturday, December 3, 2016. It's a long way home. The snow covers our tracks now. The dog watches me. Prompt Nights – Winter my dear would be cold without warm memories – [37]. I've chosen the cold without the memories, but the haibun in itself is a memory. So perhaps that will count :-). Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Would you care to visit? Listen to internet radio. With The Creative Nexus. Striker - Free Verse.
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Отдых в Железноводске и путешествие по КМВ - взгляд фотографа: ноября 2011
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Листая фотоальбом. Долина Нарзанов. Снег за окном успешно растаял, туман укутал близлежащие горы, и ни один лучик солнышка не пробивается сквозь густую преграду низко нависших облаков. Вот такое у нас сегодня утро. Листнув свой фотоархив, я с удовольствием вспомнила нашу совместную с мужем поездку в Долину Нарзанов. Тогда было 8 мая, дочку мы оставили дома и выбрались на полдня в чудесную поездку. Ссылки на это сообщение. Отправить по электронной почте. Написать об этом в блоге. Ссылки на это сообщение.
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Отдых в Железноводске и путешествие по КМВ - взгляд фотографа: марта 2011
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К вопросу об изучении иностранных языков. Изучение иностранных языков тренирует интеллект, а для активного долголетия это хорошая задача. Дедушка Крылов, помните – вороне где-то Бог послал кусочек сыру – выучил греческий за месяц на спор в оооочень зрелом возрасте J. 160; . А я свой первый иностранный язык я начала изучать, когда мне было годика 4. Ссылки на это сообщение. Отправить по электронной почте. Написать об этом в блоге. Ночь музеев - Шаляпин в Кисловодске. 160; . Ссылки на это сообщение.
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Stacte, Poetry by Ellecee: Striker - Free Verse
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Stacte, Poetry by Ellecee. Poetry is an act of peace. – Pablo Neruda. Striker - Free Verse. I never knew how much I hurt,. The one who rescued me from despair;. Her beauty shone so bright for me,. I thought our time would never end. Careless was I to hurt one so rare,. I never realised I crushed her love;. Made it so hard for my loved one to know,. How much I loved her and always will. Friendship has broken out where hurt was before,. I hope I can give myself in friendship for life. Early morn is here.
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Stacte, Poetry by Ellecee: February 2016
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Stacte, Poetry by Ellecee. Poetry is an act of peace. – Pablo Neruda. Saturday, February 27, 2016. Returning to the cabin. I embrace the silence. In the presence of an old friend. Joining me for coffee. In front of the fire. As the heat rises. Of our lost time. Links to this post. Friday, February 19, 2016. Patterns on the walls. I lie on my bed and. The art of awareness. As a slow dance. Of life’s events. Links to this post. Monday, February 15, 2016. The winter has settled in. Ice shatters to shards.
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Stacte, Poetry by Ellecee: December 2014
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Stacte, Poetry by Ellecee. Poetry is an act of peace. – Pablo Neruda. Wednesday, December 3, 2014. Queen of the Night. As twilight moves away. And darkness engulfs me with its. You come to me. And we open ourselves to. Our skin soft and delicate. Written in response to Susie's prompt on. Imaginary Garden with Real Toads. Links to this post. Imaginary Garden with Real Toads. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Would you care to visit? Listen to internet radio. With The Creative Nexus. Striker - Free Verse.