POETRY INFUSION by me.

WAS IT ALWAYS THIS SIMPLE?

Now a light cover falls over my shoulders,
Invisible maybe but protecting and insulated,

I had it on before i left, like a grateful arc,
That keeps you dry when warm rain falls,

I stepped out briefly on my toes,
A single drop fell to my eye, I blinked and it was gone,

What you want is not always what you need.

I'm not even grazed nor bruised this time,
Instead, I watch from underneath, content.

I think I even saw a rainbow.
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MEANT TO BE ?

It's late, i am meant to be asleep but , i'm not.

I'm meant to be more aren't I ?
meant to be yours , aren't I ?

If she wasn't there, is she?
whispering words in your ear, is she?

Then would we be, would we?
could we be, could we?

you see it's late, so late
and my soul has just risen

it talks to me of fate
of times i've forgiven, i think

it speaks of things i should forget
but my fucking soul has risen

but i should be grateful, i should
my silence is not golden
it doesn't bring me completion
it doesn't show me the way, to where?

It reminds me it's missing
it's friend, it's light, it's substance

Do you understand, do you?
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WARS OF THE HEART

Eyes drawn down
like a fortress,
A thousand men in battalion ,
The fiercest tiger and savage beast,
such restraint i summon.

Ears punctured and burst
by their marches,
Roars and cries by
animals,they bleed,
All of my gusto i will me

Voice shrunken and still
It is lost now,
Long forgotten by times far from these

A woman of yours I once stood,
Now blind, deaf and dumb on her knees.
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FINGER PLAY

I remember your taste
what did we say?
like a fruit of some sort i think

your fingers were eager
they polished and shone
when they'd finished

your arm long and brown
like a snake wove me round
i liked to not breathe
next to you

you laughed when it ended
your blue dreams all shaken
caught in my web
you caught yourself there

hair blended red black
skin melting to amber
pour it down on me
the small of my back

I wanted a man to light my cigarette
when it was over.
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WOUNDS DEEPEN WITH TIME

I cannot scratch you from me
for it is i who would bleed

I cannot cover you with water
for it is i who would drown

I cannot rip at your eyes
for it is i who would be blinded

You took me when i was young
you took me when i was young

You cannot bind my wrists
for it is you who would not feel

You cannot cut my heart out
for it is yours that would cease to be

You cannot strip me from you
for it would be yourself you would tear

I took you when you were young
I took you when you were young

and here we stay
and here we stay

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AN ODE TO HIM

He swept me up with cradled arm
the sun is cool against his touch

He sat me on a throne up high
the top of the mountain he kept me

The clouds billowed like my dress
and encircled me in soft harness

He brought me rain to quench my thirst
And flowers for my feet of white

He painted my toes with the redest rose
and took thorn to finger for my lips

He sang to me with soothing voice
like the lake before me still

He sat me on a throne up high
and there he keeps me.

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New york was...

Breathtaking..



As were the Southern parts....

New York was .....

Beautifully breathtaking as was the Southern parts.

Sunflower Blankets Poetry

Warm Tuscan nights whisper,

Parisian cafes and Spanish eyes,

Blinking slowly over sunflower blankets

And ice cream moons,



Wise stone walls against my spine,

Warm marble floors under foot,

Strong coffee on the fire glows tangerine,

Trees of citrus grow sublime .



Perhaps French I'll resume

from the days of classrooms,

Italian from my grandmother,

Spanish from hers.

I loved the way she rolled'em.

New York , The Big Smoke, The delicious crunchy Green Apple

I am going to spend 5 days in NYC - 5 days of photography and cheesecake,yes, I can multi task !

I am getting butterflies thinking about it already, Now, even though I have more responsibilities than ever, I also have more freedom , strange how things pan out isn't it.
I've had the room to be able to grow and be confident enough to bloom with my own water and my own sun. What a feeling.

thank the lord! : P

L x

I Feel The Burn

Ok, so, It's been a productive time of late, I have been so busy spending every spare second deeply involved in taking photographs and selling them, I now have various galleries and have become a member of various companies . I have a serious itch that needs to be scratched : D
I have such a burning desire to get myself out there ,
I wish everyone luck in their plans and goals!

L x

Many thanks Kalurah-(link to her shop)

( I KEEP ON ADDING THANKS TO ETSY'S ENDLESS TALENTS )
Thank you so much Kalurah, very flattered to be one one the photographers chosen for your treasury

Check out her shop at Etsy...it's brilliant. x
Whiletheyplay -

and also thanks to ThePeppermintleaf at ETSY for showing another photograph in her treasury .

and...thank you to Deadpanalley at ETSY for including me in her treasury also x

oh and fleur9186 photohale and Evrydiki also jessijewels at Etsy for their Treasury's too : )

Also many thanks to ILoveYourProduct http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=24739093

Who posted me on her Twitter page. x

Thank you to BadBabyQuilts and fleuriejewellery at etsy also : )

and to freeblocks at Etsy who featured me on www.foundhandmade.com .

"A man reminds a woman where she should go, a woman reminds a man where he came from" - spoken by HamsaYogiJi !

An Ode to Him

He swept me up with cradled arm,
the sun so cool against his touch,

He sat me on a throne up high,
the top of the mountain he kept me,

The clouds billowed like my dress,
and encircled me in soft harness,

He brought me rain to quench my thirst,
And flowers for my feet of white,

He painted my toes with the redest rose,
and took thorn to finger for my lips,

He sang to me with soothing voice,
like the lake before me still,

He sat me on a throne up high,
and there he keeps me,

I have always writing loved poetry, from time to time someone very special inspires me.

He swept me up with cradled arm
the sun is cool against his touch

He sat me on a throne up high
the top of the mountain he kept me

The clouds billowed like my dress
and encircled me in soft harness

He brought me rain to quench my thirst
And flowers for my feet of white

He painted my toes with the redest rose
and took thorn to finger for my lips

He sang to me with soothing voice
like the lake before me still

He sat me on a throne up high
and there he keeps me

So, its been a little while since I have written anything here...
I have been busy creating for another photography exhibition i have been kindly invited to show.
I am going to use my Rediflex camera to capture some dream like moments around Ireland.
The weather has not been too..... permitting so far but now i must get the proverbial skates on.
I am fortunately spending Easter in New York again, I am very excited as I managed to get some interesting shots on the last
visit which i subsequently sold back to New yorkers ( patriotism goes a long way ) I just cannot wait to take photographs,especially of the people, much like London, the chocolate box leaves a wild and fruity taste in ones mouth, always leaving you licking your lips.

A further venture down to the South will follow, stopping off here and there en route. ( If you happen to like any of these images please visit my Etsy website which there is a link to on this blog) Thank you : B

A couple of TTV photographs with my lovely old beauty.

Thrilled my lovely vintage Ansco Redifelx camera arrived today, I swiftly went about making a black anti lens light flare reflecting tube thing!! and tried it out...very happy! Strange and fiddly but lovely !: )

Happy New Year &.......