Justin (the Photo Boomer), Joy, and Kenne, in Galveston — Image Scanned in 2006 from the Late 1980s
different bodies
same minds
unlike for B. B.
the thrill remains
— kenne
Archive for the ‘Joy’ Tag
Different Bodies, Same Minds 2 comments
Mother and Daughter 2 comments
Jill and Joy (Daughter and Mother) — Image by kenne
“A daughter may outgrow your lap, but she will never outgrow your heart.”
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An Anniversary Rose 3 comments
A White Rose To Joy On Our Anniversary — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The White Rose
The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.
But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips.
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Joy and Robin — A Memory Flashback 1 comment
Joy and Robin (Hannah, April 14, 2004) — Image by kenne
Been going through some old photos — it’s that time of year.
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Let’s Dance, Grandma 4 comments
“Let’s Dance, Grandma” — James and Joy (October 2, 2021)
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“Cheers” Leave a comment
“Cheers,” Joy — Image by kenne
“Sonnet 116” by William Shakespeare
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments.
Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
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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
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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
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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
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When I am An Old Women 2 comments
Joy — 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
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Joy In Sunglasses 3 comments
Joy In Sunglasses — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The sun fades away
but leave reflections
invading my thoughts.
A miniature heart
blossoms on her lips.
— kenne
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Grand Canyon Portrait Leave a comment
Grand Canyon Portrait — Photo-Artistry by kenne
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San Antonio, April 2009 Revised 2 comments
Joy 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
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Anniversary, 2020 5 comments
Joy, Happy Anniversary, May 18, 2020 — Image by kenne
Anniversary
A special dinner alone
Sheltering in place.
— kenne
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To Make Soft . . . Leave a comment
Photo-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
Becoming is Superior to Being 