Posts tagged ‘photos’

May 17, 2018

you’re beautiful

by Colly

cool dandelions poems


(personal photo & poem)

April 10, 2018


by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm



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November 23, 2017

Marriage Partner – haiku & photo

by Colly

photos mallard couple

December 20, 2016


by The Cheesesellers Wife


Moments set in the aspic of a photo
Smiles captured in chemical emulsions
Or the many pixels of light sensitive electronics
Laughter lost in time and space

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August 9, 2015


by Jem Croucher


Watched men on the Spinnaker Tower
Suspended high up in the air
You’ll have to peer hard at the picture
But I can attest to them hanging up there

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May 20, 2015

A grand day out

by Jem Croucher


We’re on a train to London
Six Crouchers and a Jones
We’ve had a cup of coffee
and we’ve charged up all our phones
We’ve eaten all the crisps
and played some guessing games
And when the train passed by the airport
we marvelled at the planes

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May 15, 2015

Fairer thy love

by Colly


Fairer thy love
to me, oh Lord.

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May 13, 2015

The Scrapbook

by graypoet


It wasn’t what I was searching for at the time
When I saw it, I was compelled to look within
Carrying it to the couch, I took a deep breath
To open it, memories would flood once again.

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May 11, 2015

Flora’s in Photography

by Colly


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May 10, 2015

Photos – Shuswap River Enderby

by Colly


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January 7, 2014

Mother Mild

by Morgan

Especially for All the Mothers today.  Happy Mother’s Day~


Listen, Dear, to my Sweetest Words,
And I Shall Cherish Your Every Giggle!

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May 1, 2013

Silver Spring

by willowdot21

Drip drip, the snow is loosing it’s grip and Winter Wonder is  looking tired. She has been dragging her skirts through the fields and turning then to slush it really is becoming bothersome to her as she does so hate to rush.

But who is this peeking through the cracks in the clouds, hiding in the buds of flowers and calling to Wonder but not too look

It is her little sister the youngest of them all, most delicate and gentle soul,  Silver Spring the song birds all do her call.She is the light touch of a gentle breeze that  gently rustles through your hair. She runs her fingers along the branches and makes the snow to thaw then dances on our roofs and paths so it disappears some more.

She is dancing up and down the flower beds  and whispering to the buds, “Come on my little lovelys   it is time to raise your heads! Waking up the squirrels and every animal that hibernates, hurry hurry she gently coos I have filled your breakfast plates.

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