By Jackarrie
She is woman
Her presence lifts the mundane
Endeavours always to nurture
In control
Seeks universal love
Wisdom beyond belief
Opening her arms to the stars
Mysteriously connected to the earth
As her spirit explores
Nothing compares
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the image is from the "Wild women sisters"
The woman who follows the crowd will usually go no further than the crowd, the woman who walks alone is likely to find herself in places no one has ever been before, Albert Einstein |
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| Author Notes | The photo is from our wedding day in 1964, |
By Jackarrie
Awareness reveals energies never before felt
We dance with our heart, our emotions melt
Always connected to the insights of the higher power
Revelling in the magic of a perfect bloomed flower
Encouraged by the freedom it has deemed
New lights inside your consciousness will gleam
Entering a place of bliss so you can live your dream
Seeing both the beauty and the wisdom of nature
So we can walk through life as pupil and teacher.
| Author Notes | The artwork is a watercolor I painted while in France. Every year they give tribute to the animal who worked for the common people down the years. In France, they march the animals through the town. This was for the Donkey,The year before it was the bulls. |
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My own artwork, photo taken through the glass,
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(16 October 1854 - 30 November 1900)
Wilde is still better remembered for his personal life ,his exuberant personality, consummate wit and infamous imprisonment for homosexuality, than for his literary accomplishments. "I don't regret for a single moment having lived for pleasure. I did it to the full, as one should do everything that one does. There was no pleasure I did not experience. I threw the pearl of my soul into a cup of wine. I went down the primrose path to the sound of flutes. I lived on honeycomb. But to have continued the same life would have been wrong because it would have been limiting" Oscar Wilde Written in DE Profundis in prision. |
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We must never forget the horrors of the holocaust and the victim's that suffered
Image from Google. |
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| Author Notes | The artwork is my own, i had trouble bringing down the pixels, so not a clear picture of the bluebells |
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| Author Notes | Limited punctuation, image from Googgle, |
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The image is of a young boy who has cancer.
The poem is written for all parents who have lost a child to cancer. Felix is the cat. no capitals or punctuation only when necessary |
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| Author Notes | Image from Google. limited punctuation. |
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a speck
viewed from afar
dead worlds are still observed
reminding us of beginnings
each night
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Cahore Co Wexford is in Sunny South east if Ireland. The painting is my own.
limited puncutation |
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| Author Notes | Image from google |
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| Author Notes | Erigall was voted the most Iconic Mountain in Ireland. |
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My first blank verse, so I am open for suggestions.
No capitals or punctuations only when necessary, Image from Google. |
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To transform to a whole new state,
re-educate.
Avoid the wrath,
walk your own path.
To dream of life beyond the fear,
peace will live here.
An outstretched hand,
makes hearts expand.
Allow only positive thoughts,
untie the knots.
Decide to choose,
you cannot lose.
| Author Notes | Image from Google |
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Artwork is my own.
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| Author Notes | Artwork from Google |
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I love painting my watercolors
Mixing the paint gives me a thrill
Colors blending in to one
Each season excites me
Autumn I like best
Nature inspires
Never fails
To awe
Me
| Author Notes | My own watercolor, |
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She worked tirelessly for the release of Irish political prisoners from jail. In 1889, she first met William Butler Yeats, who fell in love with her.Maude was the love of Yeats life, but she said she did him a favor because poets should never marry. She, along with other volunteers, fought to preserve the Irish culture during the period of Britain's colonization. Maude married Major John Mc Bride He was executed in Kilmainham Jail Dublin, showing bravery, he would not wear a blind fold. UNESCO is "United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization" |
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image from Google
no punctuation or capitals |
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When I was in pain I focused on learning to paint watercolors from watching art programs on tv and library books. After my operation, I continued to paint, it saved my mind. the painting is a french scene I painted for my daughter. |
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| Author Notes | Cahore, Is a small fishing village in Wexford the southeast of Ireland |
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| Author Notes | Image is from Google, |
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| Author Notes | The artwork is my own |
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| Author Notes | photo is of my husband with one of the grandkids. |
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the longest night is also the shortest day,
Ireland has a long and rich mythological history. In fact, some of Ireland's prehistoric structures date back more than 6,000 years, from before the pyramids in Giza in Eygpt. |
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You came into my life took away my sorrow,
gave me great hope for a better tomorrow.
I was wandering in the dark like a lost kitten,
then when you came along, I was truly smitten.
My life was empty, now it's so divine,
you made a promise to always be mine.
The lonely nights are gone for good,
you filled that void like I knew you would.
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Galileo began to express openly his support of the Copernican theory that the earth and planets revolved around the sun. This challenged the doctrine of Aristotle and the established order set by the Catholic Church.
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As she sat at the window deep in thought,
reflecting on the old days of yonder.
Thinking of those, to this world she had brought,
happy and sad continued to ponder.
Her friends were the wild birds she always fed,
they replaced the children's smiles and chatter.
Birds needs were her joy she has often said,
so few were her days of love and laughter.
Sad with her losses, the future she dreads,
days empty no-one to see or to hear.
If only her kids would show attention
she wishes so much for them to appear.
Her pain would ease by love and attention,
shown from a heart with selfless affection.
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My first sonnet. Image is of my Grandmother who has passed on
Sonnets are often about love but not always. This is about love needed. |
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| Author Notes | The mural is my own. |
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| Author Notes | The photograph is of my sister and brother, I am in the front. |
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no punctuation, My own photo.
This is a photo I took of the Boyne, a famous Irish river, the Battle of the Boyne, a major battle in Irish History, took place along the Boyne near in 1690 during the Willimate war in Ireland This river has been known since ancient times. The Greek geographer Ptolemy drew a map of Ireland in the 2nd century which included the Boyne, |
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