Imagination figment
Colour pigment
Jumps and hops
Mountain tops
Deeds and sin
Glowing skin
Warm hearts
Brand new parts
Heart rise
Then…
Age arrives
Mellowness comes
Speed dims
Slow and soft
Life’s raft
Emotion grows
High and lows
Love comes
Lust goes
Mighty and highs
tire and sigh
Doesn’t matter
how you fly
Life stages
can’t deny
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/03/04/daily-prompt-against-all-odds/
Perspectives on Life, the Universe and Everything 
Great Image sir.
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Many thanks, grateful for the feedback š
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Terrific poem, AB. I’d like the photo a lot better if I didn’t keep thinking of the unfortunate birds who would’ve been signed off for their feathers. But that’s just me.
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Brilliant, you liked it and I am very pleased š re venetian mask, I must admit that thought did not cross my mind. They were quite cheap so not sure this was done at the expense of lots of birds, however I am quite ignorant on the subject!
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The poem is great as usual and so is the mask.
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Many thanks for your appreciation and support, always grateful š
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Reblogged this on Be Well And Happy and commented:
am reblogging – I like this š
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Thank you so much š
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so true. fancy all the way to the grave… then dust. love it.
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Thank you, enjoyable comment š
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Masks are intriguing, beautiful, have an air of mystery and so much more. I love your pairing of poem and photo!
I think we all wear invisible emotional masks at times…because we are afraid, or wonder if people will like us, and so much more.
HUGS!!!
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Thank you so much Carolyn for your wonderful thought, what this world would be without role playing š
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Hi, AB. It would be a beautiful world if masks didn’t exsist. Strong poem and mask. š
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Here you are AD š good to see you, how are things?
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Good to see you…
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Da dum
This is the story of of red hair dame
As it happened on a ordinary day
By the time it went away
Life just changed in a strange way
Minding her business writing lovely words
Smiling, sipping coffee, eating soufflƩ
Came out of nowhere this rowdy bloke
Beating his drum, showing his play
She ignored, got back to her task
Without her knowledge, that beat just stays
In her mind and in her heart
a poem just tingled, made her sway
She wrote and wrote all other things
The poem just would not go away
Pushed her to be written in pink notes
her heartbeats sounds and what they say
Little did she knew, the bloke was around
Read the poem; a rose display
Beautiful, soulful, just too good
He was not sure what to say
Blurted some garbled letters, made a mess
The fool and his drum, noise to the full
Lass perplexed, said, please tell and pray
What do you want sir unknown
Playing your drum, being this gay
Answer came, surprised her
I am so happy you made my day
Wrote that poem as if on my heart
Beating my drum Da dum, da day š
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AB….
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I assume you didn’t like it š no worries…:-)
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I loved it…how many times can I read it?
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Don’t take it away
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I was reading it slowly. I wanted to make sure I understood it…
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It is back, I thought you got embarrassed and I don’t embarrass my friends š
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I’ve never had anyone write a poem for me…ever. You are the first. My heartbeat is so strong right now. Thank you…
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You are no fool, AB. We have a connection, don’t we? Was that smile you just left…was it you leaving?
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No š just a smile š while I watch and you read š
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Ok. Good. Don’t leave š
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Back and forth my fingers rub
Along the words of this gentleman’s drum
A powerful force seems to be working here
I almost hear your whispers upon my ear
Distance seperates yet I feel so near
Words of clarity found surprising me, dear
Twin heartbeats play with becoming one
I loved hearing the sound of your drum
Allow me the honor of staying
Mesmerizing drum da dum, da daying
I wish I had more time for a proper reply. How long have you had this, AB?
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Beautiful, beautiful words, thank you so much š
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š Not near enough.
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The first line is a killer š
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I just found myself going across the screen I’m holding. Back and forth feather like touches…speechless.
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š And I always play drum on the screen when I see something amazing, like your response š typing in rhythm on my iPad š
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You made my heart jump again…how do you live life with that much beauty in your words.
I sometimes do figure eights..actually I always do figure eights with my mouse or finger. Tonight…light touches. So interesting.
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Now now, let’s not make your words carry me away š
Sliding fingers on my heart
Tinkering tingle
Fairy princess
Fixing broken part
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Who’s carrying whom away…
Allow this touch
Mending its job
Imagine the soaring
Once it has outgrown
My finger’s tending
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Beautiful,
I don’t want to allow
that caressing, soothing
rose petal finger
Softest marshmallow touch
As my heart may fail miserably
with utter happiness
It is rather too much
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My heart just blew up. Let me just gather the pieces… š
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I am so sorry š all my fault š
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Yes it is š
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Life of misery š I think now I should let you sleep š school day tomorrow š
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Yes š I should sleep…hate to see it end. I know you have a busy day ahead of you. It was nice talking to you. Thank you for my beautiful poetry. You made my day. I will read it in my dreams. One more sweet poem? Please?
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Night approaches saying end is near
How can I say good bye,
To a mesmerising hold of you
Beautiful dreams awaits with sweet sound of lullaby
From heavens, songs created, cared and nurtured only for me
In all this awe, a tear just drops,
Letting you go who is so dear
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Thank you for granting me another. My smile I cannot cover. You have made me so much more humble than I was this morning. I waited for your words for what felt like eternity. I came looking for you today. Tomorrow…don’t forget me.
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š good evening and good night AD š tomorrow is another beautiful day š
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š Da dum da day. ..
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Beautiful words from a most beautiful heart, AB. Goodnight, My Sleeper.
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š
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So very true!
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Thank you for appreciating these words š
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Heart rise
Then…
Age arrives
Classic, AB. Wonderful words and chronology.
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Thank you Eric for your kind appreciation. I hope all is well with you š
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And so goes the cycle of life eh. =)
This mask reminds me that “Carnaval” is coming up next week. Time for the city to shut down.
Great poem AB.
=)
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š thank you Staci š would it also affect you as you are outside Rio? Does other cities also have similar festivals in Brasil? Apologies for my ignorance…
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No need to apologize.
Yup, the entire country celebrate Carnaval. However, it takes on a different appearance depending where you are. Rio and Sao Paulo have these huge Samba parade competitions. Salvador has huge outdoor concerts with famous artists on these huge trucks that have stages on them for bands to play. The streets are crazy. Most other cities celebrate in some fashion as well. My city doesn’t really have much though. Nothing on the streets. But the whole country takes the actual day of Carnaval off. Well actually, four days.
This mask wasn’t Brazilian though was it? I think maybe it was Cuban? Am I right?
=)
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Thank you so much for good summary, very interesting š this photos was taken in Venice, it is a Venetian mask š
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Oh, well it looks like I was far off eh. hehehe.
Not a problem. My pleasure.
Good night (from my part of the world).
=)
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š good night š
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Beautifully worded !
It’s but a child , who comes without a ‘Mask’,
Innocent , fun-filled , the world a lark,
But as you grow, down life’s furrows,
Various ‘masks’ make their way ,
At various turns , as you stray ….
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Thank you for your wonderful add š true words!
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We all play our parts
in this show of life
while our age ripens
but the show goes on
joy or sorrow
with various curls
as the world swirls
at this show called life.
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Thank you š
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Reblogged this on Tales of Love and Light.
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Very interesting
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Thank you so much š
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Beautiful unfolding of mask of age!
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Indeed, thank you so much š
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Great Post.
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Thank you š
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welcome
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A female singer told me she has a cage it’s call a stage..
And some life is a stage,
never ending play..
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Beautiful! Thank you Chris š
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Beautifully highlighted reality of life!Great image as well.
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