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Time, just a bodily experience;

With the change of times...

Events unwarranted , undesirable

Mere glimpses as it appears,

Of ever-changing substance...


The viewer and the view

Change like a flicker

Every perception an illusion

Every perceiver the same


Certain is the state

Before birth and after death

Uncertain is the state

In between birth and death


Look at those changes

Like an entertainment

Scenes changing in a play

Queer, and a source of enjoyment


Open the inner eyes

Awaken the Soul

You are neither body nor a living being

Your power knows no bounds.


- Anuj Nair


:copyright: 2011 Anuj Nair. All rights reserved.




:copyright: 2011 Anuj Nair. All rights reserved.

All images and poems are the property of Anuj Nair. Using these images and poems without permission is in violation of international copyright laws (633/41 DPR19/78- isg 154/97-L.248/2000). All materials may not be copied, reproduced, distributed, republished, downloaded, displayed, posted or transmitted in any forms or by any means,including electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording without written permission of Anuj Nair. Every violation will be pursued penally.

















Ma mère est la mer.







"At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet…"

~ Plato


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To see the Summer Sky

Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie --

True Poems flee --

~Emily Dickinson


I dedicate this picture to the fabulous Vol-au-Vent, who was kind enough to write a testimonial for me - my first! Thank you, dear Kiki!


A note to my contacts: I'm going to be changing the privacy setting on photos of my children to "friends and family" only. I'll be going through my contacts list today and making sure my most trusted contacts are marked as friends. If I miss you and you would like to be able to see my wacky kids, just send me a quick Flickr mail :-).... (this mostly applies to photos of my youngest, as my older children tend to flee when the camera comes out)


Front Page July 6, 2009 Thanks so much, everyone :-)

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Lonely sea and sky

Glittering with the gold sun

Silence of the air

White waves lapping on black rocks

Tidal pools of blue water

Maybe a perchance to dream


By Henrhyde (Gill)


Tanka poem


Location – Nash point ,Glamorgan Heritage Coast.

I watched this man , walk down to the shoreline , where he stood for a long time.,

Beach of layers of limestone rocks and shale. With some sand in between., the rocks.


Moonlight Madness


On midnight crossing, of love’s enchanted lake

Mysteries unfolding…strange foreboding beckons

Whispered fears now appearing

Unforeseen events emerging, from deep obscurity


With a sudden flicker, and a blazing flare erupting…

Unexpected marvels… moonbeams suddenly dancing

On rumpled sequined sheets, tapestry of silky sheen

Floating over velvet ebony… so deep


Angelic feet prancing, on enchanted waves

Now glistening… appearing magically

Heavy scent of incense approaching

Transforming the heart


Intoxicating thoughts of you

Floating thru my mind

Tossed upon this mare of night

Clinging to my pretensions


Galloping hoof beats pounding, from darkened distant shore

Awaken fresh passions, in the vestibules of my mind

Echoing passions prevailing upon approaching skiff

A mirage appearing in the gathering fog


Queen of love arising, to vanquish broken hearts

Sauna of pure satisfaction comforting the soul

Swirling dreams abiding, twisting net of love.


Original Title BWCA Moonrise by photo61guy, used by permission.


Additional Poem "Blue 4U at:

From my book, "Reflections in Time" Joe Hall, 2006

:copyright: Markus Lehr, 2015 I book I prints I website

hi dear girl and boys,how's everything?

l watched many movies these days and l feel much better about u recently?


after my movie time,l want to read one elegant poem for you this night.

and also need to listen ♫ Our Hell of Emily Haines.



A long - long Sleep - A famous - Sleep -

That makes no show for Morn -

By Stretch of Limb - or stir of Lid -

An independent One -


Was ever idleness like This ?

Upon a Bank of Stone

To bask the Centuries away -

Nor once look up - for Noon ?


一個漫長 - 漫長的睡眠 - 一個有名的 - 睡眠 -

毫無晨起的跡象 -

伸展四肢 - 或眨一下眼皮-

一個獨立的睡眠 -




曬上數世紀的太陽 -



*The Poems of Emily Dickinson #654*



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© Anne d'Huart






Voici une photo que j'avais déjà partagé il y'a peu en noir et blanc...

La voici, en version en couleur, parce que....


... j'en avais envie..


Bon dimanche à tous ;)


The wind was warm on my cheek. The morning chorus echoed in the valley below in a song that lasted for miles. I was watching the world turn. I saw the earth wake from its slumber to the light of a star.


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Good Tuesday Morning.


Hoping to receive some haha...

Love Poem -

Lies waiting a spark, to invigorate a flame

A spark pervasive, in darkness always

Every atom advancing, perpetual in ethereal waves

Every Sun an atom and every atom a sun

Though candles are different, with same fire they burn

Like atoms of life of vain personalities

Every living being, deriving motivating force

From the living ocean of power, the unlimited source

All bodies are mine, one and same consciousness pervading

'Beyond' is just what the senses can't perceive


- Anuj Nair



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© 2010 Anuj Nair. All rights reserved.

All images and poems are the property of Anuj Nair.

Using these images and poems without permission is in violation of international copyright laws (633/41 DPR19/78-Disg 154/97-L.248/2000). All materials may not be copied, reproduced, distributed, republished, downloaded, displayed, posted or transmitted in any forms or by any means,including electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording without written permission of Anuj Nair. Every violation will be pursued penally.


"If you cannot be a poet, be the poem. "

~David Carradine


Will be published in the Spring 2009 Issue of Life Images Magazine

I took this shot few weeks ago and I didn't share it because I've been waiting for the right song, but none seemed fit. Last night I found this video and I think it's a perfect fit.

"Tonight I can write the saddest lines" - Pablo Neruda

“Gardens are poems

Where you stroll with your hands in your pockets."


"Les jardins sont des poemes

Ou l'on se promene les mains dans les poches.”

Pierre Albert-Birot


textures thanks to PaintedWorksbyKB and TCP.

... poème sauvage ...!!!


... poem taken in the savannah near the Maison de la Lune ...!!!


... un poème pris dans la savanne derrière la Maison de la Lune ...!!!

10 km far from Drama city in Greece the sky and the empty road creates a poem in my mind

My love, walk now.. come to me..


Not that way, but this one... right!


Don't ever stop loving me




TE Keremos..


Cone flowers are one of my favorites.

The lonely flower

A lonely, sad flower

all alone by its self

how lonely it is.


(Mueed's 1st poem.The poem was written by him in 2006, when he was in in 4th Grade:))

The sketch is also by Mueed:)

Here is an image from other flickr member goes with this poem too:)

I was invited by Smarie Clay to contribute an illustration for a poem in the summer issue of 'Air Poetry Magazine', stationed in Kalamazoo, Michegan.

I was pleased to hear that all proceeds are to go to the Save The Children Foundation.

A4 mixed media on paper

To see the Summer Sky

Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie -

True Poems flee.

~Emily Dickinson

The poetically lovely dahlias are holding court in the gardens now. Marvels of symmetry, shapes and colors they brave the cold evenings to bask in the warm October sun.


And this, October 27th, 2014, would have been Dylan Thomas's 100th birthday.


"Poem in October" read by the poet: [}.


Have a wonderful week, everyone! :)

Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918




I THINK that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree.


A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed

Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;


A tree that looks at God all day,

And lifts her leafy arms to pray;


A tree that may in summer wear

A nest of robins in her hair;


Upon whose bosom snow has lain;

Who intimately lives with rain.


Poems are made by fools like me,

But only God can make a tree.




If you cannot be a poet, be the poem.

~David Carradine


Please, listen:


NATASHA MARSH / PUR TI MIRO (ft. Fernando Lima)


Trees are poems that earth writes upon the sky. We fell them and turn them into newspapers that we may record our emptiness.


-Kahlil Gibran (1883-1931)


If you like my poems let them walk in the evening,a little behind you.


Si te gustan mis poemas, déjalos caminar en el atardecer, un poco detrás de ti.

Dedicated to Nicole, Darlene's Daughter.


Many are there to see us off,

On a sail, far and lonely,

The wind and the waves,

Often test our resolve and the will,

To live on, to sail on, we loose some,

we gain some, but please,

Never ever forget, on the other side,

On the shore, folks waiting to share,

Our new found peace, maturity,


There you will be cherished and loved,

making all the troubles and sail,

worthy for each lesson learned.


Texture courtesy : Kim Klassen @


Nine poems, the second one is made of water. the sky smiles, the water-lillies flies...

The first one:

This small house,

it feels like shy, falling pebbles

upon a bundle of nervous cotton

laying quite still.

It's her body, heavy and

warm, as if she just grew, then faded

and grew again,

lost from someone's thoughts

in a hurry, and left there

like a cat out in

a dying forest.

She keeps something

on her knees, it is soft and small

and it makes her laugh

like a stubborn castle.

A row of people

use their lilac colored eyes

to make doors in the castle to walk

through, and they all leave dots

of snow petals on the floor

to lick, for a cat's tongue,

but they do not have time

to look around.

From small to smaller, she puts her hands

against her head and do not mind

the house, though it has

a sour smell of loneliness

and shy pebbles,

and leaves her feeling dumb,

like a cat left behind

in a dying forest.

Trees are poems that earth writes upon the sky,

We fell them down and turn them into paper,

That we may record our emptiness.

~Kahlil Gibran

Its Sunday ....time to think about things...... now found this beautiful poem and i liked it :

Timeless thoughts of a winter's stare;

eyes gazing over a landscape bare.


Memories drift on a blustery breeze;

dying light ushers in the freeze.


Reaching out for a grasp on the present;

stillness sets in, alone, and desolate.


Future unknown, outcome uncertain;

brilliance shadowed by a drawn curtain.


Path now set, laid before me known;

closing light now emanating from home.


Enter my homestead, heart filled with glee;

two eyes of the future peering upward at me.


Trusting in him to forge forward until fulfilled;

Basis of strength, values I have instilled.


A weary mind at last permitted to rest;

reflecting on the realization of how I am blessed.


(…) Entre tu casa y mi casa

hay un muro de silencio,

de ortigas y de chumberas,

de cal, de arena, de viento,

de madreselvas oscuras

y de vidrios en acecho.

Un muro para que nunca

lo pueda saltar el pueblo,

que está rondando la llave

que guarda nuestro secreto. (…)


De Pena y alegría del amor de Rafael de León.


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