Peace Struggles — Image by kenne
Doves of peace struggle
In the branches of terror
Money buying fear.
— kenne
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Bringing Peace of Mind Leave a comment
Bringing Peace of Mind — Computer Painting by kenne
Purple and yellow
The Sonoran yin and yang
Bringing peace of mind.
— kenne
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Manzanita — To Make Young Again 4 comments
Manzanita – Little Apple — Image by kenne
The manzanita
Adds color to mountain trails,
Small apples to some.
Symbol of accord
Between the old and the young,
Always turning heads.
A mystical plant
Brining forth the hues of thought,
Our earth is reborn.
The smoothness of red
Against the wrinkles of gray,
To make young again.
— kenne
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Galactic Sunset 5 comments
Galactic Sunset — Computer Art Image by kenne
Galactic sunset
In the desert’s milky way
Arching the night sky.
— kenne
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Nature Leave a comment
Nature — Computer Art by kenne
we are part of it
we are the world around us
we are guardians
— kenne
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Capturing The Moment — Cooperation Leave a comment
Life Is All About Cooperation — Image by kenne
the flower and bee
nature knows how to endure —
cooperation
learning from nature
can help us save our planet —
do not be stupid
reason to exist
collective unconsciousness —
fulfilling our dreams
— kenne
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Capturing The Moment — Harris’s Antelope Squirrel Leave a comment
Harris’s antelope squirrel — Computer Painting Image by kenne
Barrel cactus fruit
Often still around in spring,
For this little guy.
— kenne
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Visions Of Joy — Computer Art Leave a comment
Visions of Joy — Image by kenne
In my mind’s eye,
I see visions
of joy.
–kenne
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How The Turkey Vulture Saved The World 2 comments
Another Sign Of Spring, Turkey Vultures Overnight by the Tanque Verde Wash — Computer Painting by kenne
“In the time of the ancients,
the sun moved close to the earth
making life unsustainable.
Whereupon all animals gathered
to see what could be done,
deciding the sun had to be moved.
One by one, attempts were made
to move the sun.
Some, like the fox,
used his mouth
to pull the sun away,
but it was so hot
and he had to stop,
leaving his mouth black
still to this day.
Next, the opossum tried
moving the sun with his tail,
but he too had to stop,
or the sun was too hot,
leaving his tail bald
still to this day.
Seeing all this,
being the most powerful
and beautiful of birds,
the vulture feared the earth
would soon burn up.
So, she bravely placed her
head against the sun,
flying high into the heavens.
Even with her crown
of feathers burning,
she never stopped
until the sun was far away
and the earth was safe.
Now you know
how the vulture
saved the world
and lost her
magnificent feathers
still to this day.”
This is my telling of a native American myth.
— kenne
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Just Say Yes To Life Leave a comment
“bee sits on flower” Leave a comment
Brittlebush Flowers — Computer Painting by kenne
bee sits on flower
buzz buzz bee sips sweet nectar
quick! next flower waits
— Roberta Gibson
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Springtime In The Sonoran Desert Painting 2 comments
Springtime In The Sonoran Desert — Computer Painting by kenne
Desert Song
I thirst
for your rivers
your rippling mesas of sand
gold mirrors
on your sinuous curves
I thirst
for the saguaro
for the sweet juice of cactus
in the prickling sweat
of a desert sun
I thirst
for the searing of hot valleys
the bend of shimmer and heat
that bow that arcs the arrow
toward this center, my heart
I thirst
for the bloom, the sweet
languorous smells
this subtle perfume
elusive, as the scuttle of desert life
I thirst
for this tallest, deepest night
of stars and silence
when the moon is only a moon
silvering this light
Ruth Housman
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The Most Dangerous Eight Seconds in Sports Leave a comment
Bull Rider — Computer Painting by kenne
Rodeo Dreams
The bulls and the clowns
The ups and the downs
He’s hooked on this eight-second ride
The spurs and the blood
The dust and the mud
This will be his first time to ride
His one chance at stardom
His one chance at fame
She doesn’t want him playin this game
She told him no, but he just had to go
On with his rodeo dreams
Just him and his rodeo dreams
The golden belt buckles
The cowboy’s white knuckles
Maybe he won’t take the fall
The black cowboy hats
The boots and the chaps
He ended with the worst mark of all
His one chance at stardom
His one chance at fame
She doesn’t want him playin this game
She told him no, but he just had to go
On with his rodeo dreams
Just him and his rodeo dreams
The last time she saw him, he was ridin that bull
Now that he’s gone no one will ever know about
His one chance at stardom
His one chance at fame
She doesn’t want him playin this game
She told him no, but he just had to go
On with his rodeo dreams
Just him and his rodeo dreams
She told him no, but he had to go
On with his rodeo dreams
Just him and his rodeo dreams
By Dawn
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Nature’s Tapestry 2 comments
Nature’s Tapestry — Image by kenne
Tapestry
My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue
An everlasting vision of the ever changing view
A wondrous woven magic in bits of blue and gold
A tapestry to feel and see, impossible to hold
Once amid the soft silver sadness in the sky
There came a man of fortune, a drifter passing by
He wore a torn and tattered cloth around his leather hide
And a coat of many colors, yellow-green on either side
He moved with some uncertainty, as if he didn’t know
Just what he was there for, or where he ought to go
Once he reached for something golden hanging from a tree
And his hand came down empty
Soon within my tapestry along the rutted road
He sat down on a river rock and turned into a toad
It seemed that he had fallen into someone’s wicked spell
And I wept to see him suffer, though I didn’t know him well
As I watched in sorrow, there suddenly appeared
A figure gray and ghostly beneath a flowing beard
In times of deepest darkness, I’ve seen him dressed in black
Now my tapestry’s unraveling, he’s come to take me back
He’s come to take me back
— Carol King
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“Go To Nature, Thou Builder Of Houses” Leave a comment
“A house, we like to believe, is in status quo a noble consort to man and the trees.” (Frank Lloyd Wright) — Image by kenne
“Nature is a good
teacher. I am a
child of hers, and
apart from her
precepts, cannot
flourish. I cannot
work as well as
she, perhaps, but
at least can
shape my work
to sympathize
with what seems
beautiful to me
in hers.”
— Frank Lloyd Wright
“Everything tells me
that I am about to
make a wrong decision,
but making mistakes
is just part of life.
What does the world want of me?
Does it want me to take no risks,
to go back to where I came from
because I didn’t have the courage
to say “yes” to life?”
— Paulo Coelho
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