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Sullivan Island Beach   4 comments

A Walk On The Beach, Sullivan, South Carolina (August 12, 2021) — Image by kenne

You look out into the water;
The waves make the most beautiful sound.
A place you find peace and comfort,
Walking hand in hand and looking around.

As you walk toward the water,
Sand coats the bottom of your feet.
The smell of the sea salt drawing you closer,.
The view is so beautiful, oh so sweet.

Almost as if it is calling you.
Sometimes it’s only in your mind.
A place to clear your thoughts
And leave everything very far behind.

You find shells, rocks, and other things.
The warmth is like a kiss from up above.
Looking out into the Gulf Coast
Can only remind you of true love.

As the waves come crashing in,
Time seems to be standing still.
The sun is shining down on you
As you walk the beach at your will.

Paradise you thought you could never reach.
Out in the distance you can see the ships sailing by.
Tears of joy for the scene God has put before you,
As the moment makes you cry. 

Two shadows are together as one,
A sign of great unity.
A great day full of fun
While walking at the beach.

— Ralph P Quinonez

Another Glass Of Wine My Dear   Leave a comment

Another Glass Of Wine My Dear (April 5, 2007) — Image by kenne

Have Some Medeira, M’dear

She was young, she was pure, she was new, she was nice
She was fair, she was sweet seventeen.
He was old, he was vile, and no stranger to vice
He was base, he was bad, he was mean.
He had slyly inveigled her up to his flat
To view his collection of stamps,
And he said as he hastened to put out the cat,
The wine, his cigar and the lamps:
Have some madeira, m’dear.
You really have nothing to fear.
I’m not trying to tempt you, that wouldn’t be right,
You shouldn’t drink spirits at this time of night.
Have some madeira, m’dear.
It’s really much nicer than beer.
I don’t care for sherry, one cannot drink stout,
And port is a wine I can well do without…
It’s simply a case of chacun a son gout
Have some madeira, m’dear.
Unaware of the wiles of the snake-in-the-grass
And the fate of the maiden who topes,
She lowered her standards by raising her glass,
Her courage, her eyes and his hopes.
She sipped it, she drank it, she drained it, she did!
He promptly refilled it again,
And he said as he secretly carved one more notch
On the butt of his gold-headed cane:
Have some madeira, m’dear,
I’ve got a small cask of it here.
And once it’s been opened, you know it won’t keep.
Do finish it up.
It will help you to sleep.
Have some madeira, m’dear.
It’s really an excellent year.
Now if it were gin, you’d be wrong to say yes
The evil gin does would be hard to assess..
Besides it’s inclined to affect me prowess,
Have some madeira, m’dear.
Then there flashed through her mind what her mother had said
With her antepenultimate breath,
“Oh my child, should you look on the wine that is red
Be prepared for a fate worse than death!”
She let go her glass with a shrill little cry,
Crash!
Tinkle! it fell to the floor;
When he asked,
“What in Heaven?”
She made no reply,
Up her mind, and a dash for the door.
Have some madeira, m’dear.
Rang out down the hall loud and clear
With a tremulous cry that was filled with despair,
As she fought to take breath in the cool midnight air,
Have some madeira, m’dear.
The words seemed to ring in her ear.
Until the next morning, she woke in her bed
With a smile on her lips and an ache in her head…
And a beard in her lug ‘ole that tickled and said:
Have some madeira, m’dear!

Flanders and Swann




Remembering Mom   4 comments

“Remembering Mom” — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Remembering mom —

you wanted her

to be perfect,

but she was first

and foremost

 a women.

— kenne

When I am An Old Women   2 comments

redhatgirl-art-72-Edit-2Joy — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Warning

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people’s gardens
And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

— Jenny Joseph
https://youtu.be/8cACbzanitg

Joy In Sunglasses   3 comments

JoySunglasses-Edit-1-art-3-72Joy In Sunglasses — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The sun fades away

but leave reflections

invading my thoughts.

A miniature heart

blossoms on her lips.

— kenne

 

Grand Canyon Portrait   Leave a comment

Kenne & Joy Grand Canyon 08-24-07-Edit-5-art-72Grand Canyon Portrait — Photo-Artistry by kenne

 

San Antonio, April 2009 Revised   2 comments

San Antonio, April 2009Joy with Grandchild Audry and James In San Antonio, April 2009 — Image by kenne

In the previous posting “Ready To Start Going Places” I used an image of the
San Antonio River Walk which brought to mind a video I produced of our spring vacation in April 2009.

— kenne

Anniversary, 2020   5 comments

Joy - Aniversary-72Joy, Happy Anniversary, May 18, 2020 — Image by kenne

Anniversary

A special dinner alone

Sheltering in place.

— kenne

 

To Make Soft . . .   Leave a comment

beach-web-1385-1-art-72Photo-Artistry by kenne

To Make Soft . . .

Words,
words have feelings

Feelings,
feelings are everything

Struggling,
struggling to share feelings

Placing,
placing petitions of desire

Door,
door of your heart

Shut,
shut not the door

Love,
love will concur

Scorn,
scorn not what we do

Looking,
looking for peace of mind

Truth,
truth will set us free

Explaining,
explaining not what is real

Complicated,
complicated for the weak

Knowing,
knowing not our time to go

Lifetime,
lifetime is no time at all

— kenne

She Knows   Leave a comment

kennejoy2001-8-art-Edit-1-72Joy and Kenne — Photo-Artistry by kenne

get up
cover it
no prescription
will change
with time
think not
ask her
she knows

— kenne

Posted October 17, 2019 by kenneturner in Information, Joy, Life, Love, Photo-Artistry, Poetry

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Sunglasses   1 comment

Joy

I thought about you, girlfriend

I thought about today
Taking a big breath.

I thought about tomorrow
Exceeding my grasp.

I thought about time
Wondering about timeless.

I thought about life
Asking the question.


I thought about people
Knowing not what I see.

I thought about what is
Wondering why?

I thought about ideals
Seeking what should be.

I thought about art
Becoming aware.

I thought about love
Touching the feeling.


I thought about Joy
Feeling love inside.

I thought about you,
Walking with long shadows.

I thought about tomorrow
Sharing your path.

— kenne

Posted February 26, 2019 by kenneturner in Information, Joy, Tucson

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A Time To Celebrate   Leave a comment

Joy at the Wizard blogImage by kenne

Time to celebrate.
The wine glass
is shattered.
The water fountain
begins its weeping.
It is useless
to stop it.
We ponder
the moment,
sharing expectations.

— kenne

Been Here Before — A Valentine Message   Leave a comment

joy45sawmill-i_blog-cohenAfternoon Delight — Image by kenne

I’ve been here before
known this place
walked this floor

lived here alone
before, I knew you.

You became my 
photographic muse
an afternoon delight
laying on a bed of red
shadows of natural light.

Blue, blue windows
opened to the sky
clouds move by
casting moments
to dream by.

Morning would come
roosters crowing
at the break of dawn
sheets still damp
moments to live by.

Imagine yesterday’s
times we’ve shared
becoming memories
fueling our tomorrows
filled with timeless love.

Now, everyone can see
you belong to me
knowing it’s so
hard to love, still
we share the look
of satisfaction.

— kenne
(With thanks to Leonard Cohn.)

Obviously, She’s Not Getting Enough   8 comments

Joy and Ben-3041 blogLoving Ben’s Smile; and Joy’s (Steamboat Springs, CO, July 29, 2017) — Image by kenne

Joy with Statue-3093 blog“I Know You Are Feeling It, Baby!” (Benson Sculpture Garden, Loveland, CO, July 31, 2017) — Image by kenne

Happy Birthday, Joy   3 comments

kennejoy2001-8-artImage by kenne

Photographs:

“things that remain to
remind us of what we were
before we were without that
which prompts us to remember.”

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