A White Rose To Joy On Our Anniversary — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The White Rose
Archive for the ‘Love’ Tag
An Anniversary Rose 3 comments
The red rose whispers of passion,
But I send you a cream-white rosebud
Happy Easter from the Sonoran Desert 5 comments
Photo-Artistry by kenne
Have a blessed holiday filled with happiness, love, and faith.
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Sisters — One of My Favorite Pictures 3 comments
Sisters, Jeri and Joy (January 4, 2007) — Image by kenne
“Acquaintances were always on their best behavior,
but sisters loved each other enough to say anything.”
— Lauren Weisberger
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The Dominant Themes of Life Leave a comment
Mt. Lemmon Western Sneezeweed — Image by kenne
The Dominant Themes of Life
Time present
Time past
Time Future
Timelessness
Identity
Memory
Consciousness
Humility
Place
Love
— kenne
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Love Should Manifest Itself . . . 2 comments
Yellow Cactus Blossoms — Tiled Gallery by kenne
Suffering occurs when we want
other people to love us in the way
that we imagine we want to be loved,
and not in the way that love should manifest itself
— free and untrammeled,
guiding us with its force and driving us on.
— Paulo Coelho
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You Are My Valentine Leave a comment
“There’s More To The Picture Than Meets The Eye”
— Neil Young
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Somewhere In Our Past Leave a comment
Kenne & Joy Many, Many Years Ago –Those Were The Days!
We are not alone.
The world is changing,
and we are part of that transformation.
The angels guide and protect us.
— Paulo Coelho
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Daughter’s Delight — Love Is In The Air Leave a comment
My mother, Agnes, talking to son, Tom as granddaughter, Katie looks on (04/11/04) — Image by kenne
Love is in the air
A narrative not needed
The eyes tell it all.
— kenne
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Love Is Itself Unmoving 5 comments
Chase Morris — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Love is itself unmoving,
Only the cause and end of movement,
Timeless, and undesiring
Except in the aspect of time
Caught in the form of limitation
Between un-being and being.
— Four Quarters by T.S. Eliot
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Twenty-Year-Old B&W Photo 2 comments
Twenty-Year-Old B&W Photo — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Twenty-year-old B&W photo
Our smiles tell the story
We were both in our 50s
Wiser now in our 70s
Living each day knowing not
What tomorrow may bring
Not living the stories of the past
Living each moment holding hands
Throughout all these rumbling years
Time has brought about changes
Still, our love for each other
And our smiles remains the same
— kenne
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24 to Harwood and Cropsy: No Road Back Home — #1 Leave a comment
Thomas R. Turner (May 23, 1942–November 13, 2014) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
This posting is the first of several I will be sharing from a long poem written by Tom
sometime around 1980 after his wife left him. Today is the fifth anniversary of his death.
24 to Harwood and Cropsy: No Road Back Home
(Taken from a Brooklyn Bus Route and the Title of a Blues Album.)
Standing above me in Smith's room
Awkwardly looking down through a clipped hesitancy
Our lives came together.
TURNER
With all the ambiguity that last name usage implies
Was what she called me.
Mannerisms of ingenuousness and a tendency toward the atypical
Bespoke your ambiance
(Ineffably I wanted Her)
That voice -
Falsetto
Laced in bursts of Peter's guffaws
Seemed contrived with a dreamed-of authenticity.
(Your mouth, my love,the
thistle in the kiss?)
From within mutually cancelling
Vignettes of naturalness and gender-cliche'
She kissed through closed lips of
Pristine openness.
Innocently I loved.
Through summer notes of vulnerability
Together we embraced an entangled growth of uncertainty
(Our fictions were tempered in
a painful and inward time)
Desperate needs equivocated against ordained directions and
Dead-end holdings of night-bakery-work.
Even then yours wasn't other-directed but
A need to keep the Self-absorption of your Ann Arbor soul on a
Pedastal of conforming difference.
Eliptically we lived in the interstices
Between an illusion of
Fulfillment and letters etched with
"Know what?"
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Words Are Powerful! 4 comments
Joy and Kenne Celebrating Her Birthday July 24, 2011
Hugging-Words — Source PVE
As we grow old, remember to stay young.
As we grow wiser, remember to stay foolish.
As we grow weak, remember to stay strong.
As we grow dull, remember to stay sexy.
As we grow stupid, remember to stay sensible.
As we grow suspicious, remember to stay trusting.
As we grow forgetful, remember to stay attentive.
As we grow gloomy, remember to stay cheerful.
As we grow conventional, remember to stay enlightened.
As we grow frail, remember to stay sturdy.
As we grow, may we stay forever
young,
foolish,
strong,
sexy,
sensible,
trusting,
attentive,
cheerful,
enlightened, and
sturdy — simple words to live by.
Words are powerful!
Why?
Because they can hurt and
they can bring people together.
Both acts have powerful results.
Words divide us.
However,
the power of words
is that once divided,
they can be used
to bring us back together.
We should not allow words
to change our relationships,
because unlike the cucumber
that becomes a pickle
and can never be a cucumber again,
we can break down the walls that divide.
kenne
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Been Here Before — A Valentine Message Leave a comment
Afternoon 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.)
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Star-flowered Solomon’s Seal with Brain Droppings Growing Into Thoughts Leave a comment
Star-flowered Solomon’s Seal Wildflower on Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne
BRAIN DROPPINGS GROWING INTO THOUGHTS
Seeds waiting for gentle rain
Wildflowers rising out of time
Looking for the god of rain, Tlaloc
Hiking on a rainy afternoon
Trails temporarily becoming streams
Ferns moving in joyful motion
Standing still in the breeze
A poem with silent words
Being in rhythm with nature
Moving on toward oblivion
Eyes looking out of the darkness
Things of the spirit left behind
Words strange to my lips
Kika and the tree lizards
Happiness is a tiny white flower
Writing memories on the trails of time
Taking the ordinary to a new level
Looking for a poem outside the words
Living in knowledge without knowing
Scoring love by the number of sunsets shared
— kenne
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Lemon Tree Blossom Leave a comment
Lemon Tree Blossom — Computer Art by kenne
“True love opens the gates of time.
— Neil Young
Becoming is Superior to Being 