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Nude (1990) — Abstract Art by kenne
My Voice
Within the restless, hurried, modern world
We took our hearts’ full pleasure—You and I,
And now the white sails of our ships are furled,
And spent the lading of our argosy.
Wherefore my cheeks before their time are wan,
For very weeping is my gladness fled,
Sorrow hath paled my lip’s vermilion
And Ruin draws the curtains of my bed.
But all this crowded life has been to thee
No more than lyre, or lute, or subtle spell
Of viols, or the music of the sea
That sleeps, a mimic echo, in the shell.
— Oscar Wilde
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Her Smile — Image by kenne
(Inspired by our time today at the Fine Arts Museum in Houston.)
Her smile
extrudes the surface
becoming an attraction
to the distraction.
— kenne
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“Nightlight Dreams” Grunge Art by kenne
Nightlight Dreams
past, resisting replay
but for stardust of yesterdays
yesterdays, imparting time and place
gently massaging forgotten dreams
dreams, giving clues to
my stardust memories
memories, fading for now
only reborn to imagination
imagination, touching the soul
engaging new moments
moments, experiencing rapture
in the joy of our love
love, living yesterday’s stardust
the music of today’s legends
legends, lighting our essence
upon which the future exist.
— kenne
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Past Shadows — Photo-Artistry by kenne
When viewing an image,
whether a photograph,
painting or a moment,
what I see is mine
and mine alone.
The resulting image
is a product
of my experiences,
filtered through the cloth
of my culture.
It is also a reflection
of my relationships
and the drive
to connect with
the world around me.
Each image
is captured
in my memory,
which will serve
to influence future images.
********
When looking at you
You look at me watching you,
Each is viewed differently.
Nights spent together
Now are only memories
Lying next to you.
Cameras record
So that we will not forget,
Lessening burdens.
— kenne
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Shadow On The Beach II — Image by kenne
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Come To Me — Image by kenne
The light
of my soul
coming from
the inside out
knowing that
you feel it —
so why slight it
when you want it?
. . . come to me
lie down beside me
your don’t have to explain,
I understand.
— kenne
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Black On White Nude by kenne
The Naked and the Nude
— Robert Graves
For me, the naked and the nude
(By lexicographers construed
As synonyms that should express
The same deficiency of dress
Or shelter) stand as wide apart
As love from lies, or truth from art.
Lovers without reproach will gaze
On bodies naked and ablaze;
The Hippocratic eye will see
In nakedness, anatomy;
And naked shines the Goddess when
She mounts her lion among men.
The nude are bold, the nude are sly
To hold each treasonable eye.
While draping by a showman’s trick
Their dishabille in rhetoric,
They grin a mock-religious grin
Of scorn at those of naked skin.
The naked, therefore, who compete
Against the nude may know defeat;
Yet when they both together tread
The briary pastures of the dead,
By Gorgons with long whips pursued,
How naked go the sometime nude!
(Source: a compendium of poetry)
- Nude does not equal porn (deviouspoetic.wordpress.com)
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Becoming is Superior to Being 