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Lillie M Wasson

Lillie M Wasson is an artist with a unique style of painting

Her passion for animals, especially Huskies, is one of the main themes in her work.  Her present project is drawing 100 huskies, see a few here.

 

I am very proud that Lillie as well is inspired by my photography.

22-02-2018  Lillie M Wasson

I could only use my right eye. I’m sure I’ll see the mistakes better when the patch it taken off my left eye again. Thanks Hans Friedhoff for allowing me to use this photo.

Title: The Black Swan
Photographer: Hans Friedhoff
Paper: Artist’s Loft Stetchbook paper 8″ X 10″
Medium: Graphite Pencil #2, Pan Pastels, Royal Charcoal
Pencils, and Derwent Inktense colored pencils

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and the original photo

Evan Potts

Evan Potts,

The poetry of Evan Potts is amazing good. Often he uses songs to write his prosac with, and always he shows the beauty of words.  His poetry makes the world looks so much better. That’s why I like to share some of it, here. As inspiration, and example for us all.

TO LOVE SOMEBODY
soon it’s that time again
that season of goodwill
but somethin‘ in my brain
says love should survive still

but it’s like i’m blind
why am i so blind

may good sense send
a world that’s fair for all
may terrorism end
i long for freedom’s call

let kindness reign
kindling love’s flame

compassion too
you know that very soon
i’ll leave fb once more
but i’ll never close the door
to happiness

and all that’s best

14 11 2017

HEROES

if Flanders‘ fields and poppies bring
love, care, respect, remembering
remembrance of the heroes who
gave up their lives for me and you

and if we learned from history
and put an end to such misery
and found a means to prevent war
and not let terror strike any more

and if instead of fear and hate
we brought kids up in an ideal state
of loving kindness and compassion
so peace and joy were their daily ration

then our heroes wouldn’t have died in vain
and we’d write … as the poppies grow again
after a century or a thousand ages…
about a better world …on history’s pages

11 11 2017

AQUARIUS

when the mansions of heaven align
so Jupiter’s in sight of Mars
and your hand nestles softly in mine
then Kindly Care is ours

when sweet Harmony blends in the night
and the moon melts indigo
and your every step feels firm but light
then Love and Peace will show

Just like the dawning of the age of Aquarius
let moonlight now shower you
let sunbeams alight on us
for this halcyon age… is due

.January 2017

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written with the song “Aquarius“ in mind for this star sign

the photo was found on the internet

CHIORO PHONIA

what am i… supposed to say
when such beauty comes on stream
can a bird steal my heart away
could it make my life…a dream

soft blue green on gold
you’re making my eyes
so glad to behold
a process… a prize

when love draws us near
the feeling’s sublime
sweet Chioro phonia
unrivalled through time

unravelled i find
sweet music to hear…
we’re privileged if ..we somehow heard
your love song draw us near

to you… sweet bird
sweet blue naped bird…

to you…Chioro phonia

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many thanks dear Jane Hollows for finding this gorgeous photo

the poem was written with a beautiful song in mind “Jesamine“ by the Casuals.

10 05 2016

A FARMER’S BOY

there was a time in many a family story
when ancestors worked on their English lands
wherein a metaphor or allegory’s
growing the ’staff of life‘ with their strong hands…
and so it was my Shropshire great grandfather
fulfilled his destiny beside a mill
or took his produce to a market further
to sell his wares… in Drayton by the hill…
a farmer’s boy worked hard upon the same soil
that i have walked my heart upon my sleeve
beyond the struggles… challenges and hard toil
there was a dream in which all did believe..
but did his daughter Ada leave those farm lands
to go to Lancashire … a baker’s wife
and knead the loaves with her soft gentle fair hands
then forge a kiln and start to build her life…
romantic tales may link our family histories
as fresh baked breads backdrops and may bequeath
a golden age that ended where Roger now lies…
six feet beneath.. .dear Stanton on Hine Heath…
then Ada’s son left to become a Marine
travelled the world his service to deploy
my father Alfred so well dressed and serene
marching as the band played … “A Farmer’s Boy“
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Wikipedia writes …. “ ‚The Farmer’s Boy‘ is a traditional English folk song or ballad. It has been arranged as a military march. The earliest written record of the song is under the name „The Lucky Farmer’s Boy“ in 1832 “the poem was written with another song in mind…“Danny Boy“11 05 2016

EYE TO EYE
i may be small
but can stand at your shoulder
you may be tall
but time may bring you down
we’re on all fours
but wiser as we’re older
tho time may fly
we’ll still see… eye to eye

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written with the tune of Danny Boy in mind (again)

thank you very much Annie for passing on the wonderful photo

11 05 2016

ALL IS LOVE
As i release you to fly free
so I devote this dream to you
that you’ll soar high o’er mountain streams
kiss you on the morning dew

that you’re enchanted by the leaves
that floral scenes enhance your view
that you find peace on panoplies
that blessings surely come to you

you dally on late summer’s breeze
will you caress the autumn too
dancing around her amber trees
miss you when the evening’s due

if we lived only for the day
i’d butterfly a path to you
to make this song your serenade
enlist you in this dream world too

tho we live in a testing world
I dream there’s happiness above
like emperors‘ red wings unfurled

when… love is all

then all is love

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written with a lovely song in mind, Art Garfunkel…“Kathy’s Song“

thank you Jane Hollows for the beautiful photo

15 08 2016

A FAMILY REUNION
relive days loved and remembered
hear a lone wolf on the hill
call in worlds of burning amber
to the tribe who answer still
as with timeless sons and daughters
who still meet upon this plain
having crossed inclement waters
and connected roots again
so i write… as to stand the test
and praise emphatically
how the days we loved the very best
still live on…in you and me

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a dedication to Edith , Ted , Nancy and all the much loved family at the recent family reunion so far away… yet so close to my heart

to go with a fabulous picture just posted by Jane Hollows

written with song in mind …Procul Harum’s…“Whiter Shade of Pale“

 

08 05 2016

BECAUSE OF CHRISTMAS DAY

As i rub my eyes and yawn
on another Christmas morn
to family and friends i say
“have the happiest Christmas day“

by the waters of Galilee
by the Dan and Naphtali
where they’d once see
miracles of Nazareth

like dawn’s nascent beauty
like the rising of a Son
bathed in warmest equity
and Hope… to come

we’re like a boat’s crew who see light
like the blind whose sight’s restored
like the day succeeds the night…
blessed and adored

may our Christmas now reflect
’neath the carols‘ ringing bells
real humanity and respect
and miracles

miracles along our way
and the magic we behold
as in Nature’s grand parade
and the story told

so hark and hear and rest assured
that a Child was born… whose sway
meant we will live for evermore
because of Christmas day

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written with a Boney M song in Mind “By the Waters of Babylon“
many thanks to whoever took and posted the photo (was it you
who posted it Jane ? )

14 11 2016

Petra Vos

Petra Vos is an excellent Poser artist from the Netherlands, and her creations are very unique.

We started playing a game together, and next to fighting, for all against others, Petra has a lot more talents.

I am privileged that I can take her creations, and add some poetry to it.

 

 

Artwork copyrights by Petra Vos

Love is love

I love my life
When life loves me
I love you
When you love me

I live my life
When you love your life
And when you can’t
I will love you even more

You are beautiful
Lie is beautiful, because of you
And That is why
I give my life to you

And the sun will shine
In our brightest day
In our darkest night
Hold me, tight

We will grow older
You will have my shoulder
And I give you, my most wonderful part
Because I love you, I give you my heart

08- 10-2017

Nightshade
Created by Petra Vos

 

When the night falls
After a sunny day
When the brighness transforms in invisible grey
With the entrance of the cold

When darkness is around
When you can hear the shadows speak
When there is a spot of light to squeek

when you lost everything around
Because she has found
When your eyes fear the night
Because she stole your light

When the nightshades shine in
And there is no other choice
As obeying her sin

When all there is, is gone,
And nothing seems to be so nice
As forever
Closing your eyes

15-10-2017

 

 

Created by Petra Vos

 

When the night comes
With a cloudless night
And you can’t see the stars
or the moon
 
When the cold comes
Touching until in the bones
And you can feel
The invisible eyes
Stinging in your head
 
When the night is filled with vibrations
Unexpected, scary sounds tickling your nerves
And the scent of fire and herbs
Guides you on external voyages
 
When the signs of the old times
Start to speak again
And you are touched by their immortal power
Then you can be sure
 
You are in the Withching Hour
31-10-2017
(c) by Petra Vos

No one saw you
Preparing for your fight
No one saw you
Roaming through the night

No one saw you
When you screameed your anger and hate
No one saw you
No one was intrested in your sound

Your mind was poisoned
By the law
Your plan was perfect
And no one saw it coming

Then you stepped into the light
And we saw you
We were blinded by your light
A staccatto, and we could not hide

Your outfit, so wonderful, so colourful
Your hair, such a thrill
You are amazing
Too beautiful to kill

And between the stunning firework
Of beauty and sound
Your eyes looked around
Blind, and ready
Shooting the thrill
Ready to kill

And everyone saw you
Thougth you were great
Until they realized
That it was too late

07 11 2017

 

Fatal Attraction
By Petra Vos

Fatal attraction

Have I told you today
How wonderful you look
have I told you today
How you curves made me hook

Have I told you
About your sexy hot legs
Can you imagine
What I need more to relax

Your eyes drive me crazy
I am longing for your slow hand
And who knows, maybe
I fullfill your dreams, in the end

You don’t blush
While I am flattering you
I wonder how lush
You are, when I do

You make me wild, there is no deny
You awake my fantasy and all my sins
I want you now, please make me cry
At the moment I send my bullet in

18 11 2017

sinful touch, by Petra Vos

Sinful touch

There you are
So close, so far
You look so fragile,
Protecting yourself
You have so much to hide

Your eyes dream your thoughts away
So close and so far away
I look to you
My fingers can touch you
But you are so far away

I look into your eyes
And feel your trears burning in mine
And I wonder why

What can I do
To reach you again
How do you feel
When are you
Happy again

I give you time
I give you all I have
And I wait
Until you are ready
to return again

26 11 2017

 

(c) by Petra Vos

Amalie and Amalie

No one was aware
But you definitely were there
Your body still like a statue
With boiling blood, ready for the prey
Patiently wating, night and day

With every breath you take
And your eyes, spying around
For the victim what soon might be found

I looked at you
Are you real
Or just my fantasy

I came closer
And before I could smell your skin
Your spear spiked me
And I
Had not even time, to wonder why

Creation/Image by Petra Vos
Words by Hafri, that’s me

27 11 2017

(c) by Petra Vos

 

Spying
While your eyes are bursting
From the biting, poisoned smoke
That slowly fills your prisonroom

Waiting
For your moment to come

THere is no escape
Our of this nightmare
Because it is real
The heat that you feel

Steaming smoke
Takes your breath away
You not seem to notice it
Focussed at the only way out

There will be no one
Who unlocks your prison cell
What else can you do
Than waiting for that moment
On what your spirit leaves your body
When there is no pain anymore

A last cough is what you hear
There is no way out
And you do not fear

03 12 2017

Pleated Skirt Outfit for G8F by Amaranth & PixelTizzyFit
Creation by Petra Vos

All I want, under the christmas tree
Is a moment, to be free
So please, forget about the angel
And don’t mention about the sheep

All I want this christmas, to kiss you
And burn our candles inside
When the door finally shuts down
You will be brighten our crown,
on christmas night

When the wind blows
I will feel your kisses
The cold will be dark and blue
How nice I could turn your ice
Let the glowing light, being the glue

No lametta, there will be
Only a tiny christmas tree
We won’t be cold
With eachother to hold

Let christmass kiss
And lit the light
Let it be warm again
After the chilly night

18 12 2017

Render (c) by Petra Vos

Words by me
Poser by Petra Vos

Render by Petra Vos
Words by me (HaFri)

I was walking blind
THere was nothing I could find

I was running from A to B
Looking for what I could not see

I had to be in time
I could not drop the line
Running faster, but I was too late
Hurrying more, without finding the gate

I went on, but did not know
Where my feet were letting me go
I could not stop it
I could not drop it
I had the will to carry on
with the show

Then, all out of the blue
All the sudden, there was you
When I saw you, in a flash
I knew what to do, in a dash
I ran behind you, but you were so fast
I don’t know how many hours it last

Then you stuopped
And while you took my breath away
You said, well hun, you should not run
Because you can get everything, if you are willing to stay

I opened my eyes, was bathing in sweat
You were gone
But your words I will never forget

29 04 2018

HaFri Poetry July 2017

Listening to the voice

(painting by Gabrielle Gubbs(

Today I switched the radio on
As in a dayly routine
I was not thinking what would come
Just building up my daily screen

I took my coffee, and around
I was comfort by the familiar sound
The radio spread its usual noise
And then I realized it was your voice

I stopped for a moment, from sipping my tea
And started to listen what you were telling me
I still could not understand your words
However, I dreamt away at your familiar chords

I do not even know your name
But all the sudden, the magic was here
Sprankling your sound through my ears
And I knew
that nothing, anymore, will be the same

03 07 2017

Painted by Margaret Wilson

I can watch the flowers
For hours and ours
And it might sound silly
Still, I can hear their story

They whisper to me
In invisible communication
TI understand
And I admire your wonderful creation

The painted flowers, I can smell
The magic of their colours touches me so well
A kind of magic, nature is art
We shold not forget, wa are all a part

With all the different colours
We built the patchwork of life
I say it sinsere, without any shame
Without you
Life should not be the same

03-07-2017  HaFri Poetry

Bedroom stories

Poser Creation by Xan
Words by me

When the time is right
When the day dims the light
When your day gently changes
into the darkness of the night

Then come to me

I will whisper in your ear
The stories that you want o hear
It is about passion and fandasy
About dreams, nothing to fear

Draam on

My stories will suit you the most
When your pretty eyes are closed
You are so ready for the night
Too much champagne enclosed

Lay your fantasy
Next to me
It are my stories
That you are going to see

Sweet dreams, my friend
Today will have a happy end
Tomorrow you will not know
If my stories were tuue,
or fantasies, in the end

04 07 2017

There are times, that I am looking for you
But I can not see you, here
I expect something, that you can not give
Because you are there

I talk to you, when I sleep
I talk to you, when I walk in the street
Sometimes my thoughts are deep
Ween I want you, deseperately, to meet

It seems that you are gone
It looks like I am alone
You can’t help it
When I look in a different way

It was so easy, a while ago
When we just could say
Overhere, there I am
Gone is that day

We found another communication
The words made a transformation
I not need to listen to the sound
Your love is everywhere to be found

No longer I can kiss you
Much stronger I do miss you

But we carry on, on with the show
Because as long as the light comes up
There is a reason for living, for giving
As long as the water in the river will flow

05 07 2017

Consciousness
Painting by Peter Blacksmith -Oil on canvas 180 x 120 cm

Sometimes I realize
How hard it is to pay the price
For knowing what I know
And not can letting go

Sometimes I just want to hide
Away from glamour and pride
close the curtains, dim the light
Just me and the shimmering light

Those sometimes mostly disappear
When I, again, am looking clear
Awaking from my dream
Leaving the nightmare in a scream

I leave my body and fly
Nothing to carry, nothing to feel shy
Flying back to the inner me
Proud with what I see

Words by me
06 07 2017

Chopper ride
(poser by Xan)

Chopper ride

How much I did long for you
And now, finally, my dream comes true

You came to me, shining and bright
I knew it, I got the invite
There you stood, sexy and hot
Ready to ride, and I thought, why not

I smiled and touched you with my fingertips
Your roar made me weak around my hips
Baby, I said, you are beautiful, today
You shined ever more, growled that’s okay

I could not hold very much longer
My desire grew stronger
But when I saw you drool
I slowed down, pretending to be cool

One grip at your boiling tank
A pat at your saddle, spank, baby, spank
I gripped you tight
Ready for the ride

 

Wrapped my legs around you, wow
The touch was too much, I should do it now
I switched your key
You shivered to me

There we go baby, I heard myself say
Before you took me in your arms
The smoke and smell of your greasy charms
Ride the wild wind, hey hey hey

And we were one, that night
Chopper ride

07 07 2017

Painting by Margaret Wilson

the sea
It gives
And it takes

The wind
Through my hair
I wish you were here

The seaguls cry
In their never ending search
For a fresh fish

The air
Smells like salt
Here I want to get old

The sound
Of the waves on the shore
I not need anymore

The lights of the tower
At the port
Is the witness

On .. out
The sky forms
A brand new cloud

And in the meantime
The sea
Whispers,
come back to me

words Hafri 10 07 2017

 

(painting by Gabrielle Stubbs)

Today I crow for victory
In a special way
We celebrate French Liberty
It is Bastille Day

So much about the history
In the books you can read it
And for who looks close to life today
Will know, that hiistory repeated

We must be alert, to fight the shadow
We can not bow for fear and hate
Unite, stand up and hold the tricolour
It is freedom for what we fight

And when the La Marseillaise plays
We next can sing our own countries glory
Resist, don’t let the darkness win
Love will bring us all victory

Words – HaFri 14 07 2017

There are moments
And they are not a few
That I know that you
Are taking things out of our hands

To get the things sorted oud
And working according to your plans

It was not just a song
That made me go on
And a few days ago
You shared that memory again

A song from the past,
You may call it, from another life
We know it so well
Every chord, I can spell

The memories of the past
Before we drifted apart

You made her remind to me
A shared memory
You made her brushing clean the share
As if you told, you both are still there

We are
Close, but still, very far

Thank you, again, old friend
For your music, that never ends
Thank you, lover of life
For giving me a smile, again

Maybe it is just a little step
But my heart jumped up, pretty loud
Thank you, for giving a sign of hope
Thank you for the share, dear Freddie
Thank you, for where I can not talk about

HaFri – 13 07 2017
For Anne, with hope.

Today
I take life into my hands
I can not wait any longer
Even realizing that I can’t
It will make me feel much stronger

Between what is and what once was
We balance on the thin line
In the present leaving the past
Walking there, where the sun shines

I am only one step away
From what I left behind
And only one step more
To where I want to find

As long as I walk on
I will be strong
As soon as I look back
The danger takes a track

Today
I take life back into my hands
Thinking of you makes me stronger
And remembering the past
I look forward, and walk a bit longer

As long as the line is willing to hold
I will be there
And I will care
I will love you
Words that can not often enough be told

16 07 2017 HaFri

For Harrie

Let’s all stand together
Doodle by Margaret Wilson

Let’s all stand together

Doodle by Margaret Wilson

Sometimes when I face the big bad world
I feel so lonely
I feel so lost

It is not that I want to run away
But what I want
Seems so far

I feel so helpless, when I see things happen
Things that I can not change
But so desperately want to, need to

At those moments
The tears run free
My heart cries, for me
My heart cries for you
What to do

Then, when the tears are fading away
There is some light, between the grey
Your shoulder, the glimpse in your eyes
Make me realize

That we are not alone
That I love you
Friends will be friends
And nothing else, really does matter
Because, in the end
We all stand together

17 07 2017  HaFri Poetry

Jerusalem 2017

Painting by Gabrielle Stubbs

Jerusalem 2017

My heart cries
With every shot
My heart cries
For too many blood

No matter who you are
No matter at what side of the wall
We are all God’s people
We do not differ so much at all

SO much hate, human create
That we can not trust each other
Some may say, far away
But it is too close, not to bother

There is no solution in fight
There is no wrong, because there is no right
Only humanity is real
The tears that I feel

My heart cries
For the beautiful people
Who are blind
And of who their calculating leaders
Tell, tell that there is no solution to find

That is a burtol lie
Because when we start to understand eachother
Then the differens do not bother
And all who cares
are you and I

22 07 2017 HaFri

 

After the rain has gone
The drops are not aware
That they were the last ones

After the rain has gone
The drops might fade away
They are waiting
In their endless duty

Until their time has come
After the rain has gone

23 07 2017

At the very end
When no one is getting in
Where we look back
To passing traces
Of memories, sweet
And until now untold

At the very end
Standing in the present
We let the pass fly away
It was good
I am grateful

This end is a new begin

30 07 2017

Het strand, de zee, het water.

De troost, de wind die alles zegt, met onhoorbare woorden.

Iedereen ziet je, maar niemand ziet je.
Behalve degene aan wie je denkt.

En de zon schijnt,
en de golven spoelen zand, zoals altijd.

En toch.. is de lach van de kinderen een beetje anders.
En je voelt het, meer dan ergens anders.

Je weet dat iemand je ziet

31 07 2017

Margaret Wilson

Margaret Wilson is a talented painter and poet, who loves to work with watercolour and whe not is afraid to experiment with her creations.

She likes to be inspired, and my photography inspires her as well. The biggest compliment I can get, and a great way of working together with her

January 25 2016

The bridge

The days are cold and short
The nights are much too long
An extra candle spreads softly light
I gaze into the flame
Where from my dreams just came

My daydream lets me walk
To a maginificent view
Over the water, to the bridge
Ahhh, remembering the good days
When we did not know, what we know now
And where we were happy, somehow

The bridge over the water
Connecting friends
The bridge that inspires
And makes me dream even more
No matter if it is cold or warm
Daydreams are allowed to have some charm

I open my eyes, and seem to dream on
When I look to your painted view
It tells me, soon it will be spring again
As if I never knew

I will walk over it, and find my rest
I will look to it, and do my best
To be a better person, all the time
For who walks with me over the thin line

You, my inspiration, you, the one I love
and you too, my dear friend, who painted
the different dreams,
That we all can be dreaming of

Walking on
Gently
Taking my steps
Carefully
Standing still
From free will

A long road to go
To where
I don’t know
I just know the present
The here

Looking to the trees
I realize the many colours of green
Looking to the flowers
I see colours I never before have seen

I can look back, if I want
But it is the past
I can look forwrd, if I want
But the future is just a dream

THe longer I stay
The more that I see
Some say, the road is the destination
I can not more agree

30 06 2017

I can watch the flowers
For hours and ours
And it might sound silly
Still, I can hear their story

They whisper to me
In invisible communication
TI understand
And I admire your wonderful creation

The painted flowers, I can smell
The magic of their colours touches me so well
A kind of magic, nature is art
We shold not forget, wa are all a part

With all the different colours
We built the patchwork of life
I say it sinsere, without any shame
Without you
Life should not be the same

03 07 2017

the sea
It gives
And it takes

The wind
Through my hair
I wish you were here

The seaguls cry
In their never ending search
For a fresh fish

The air
Smells like salt
Here I want to get old

The sound
Of the waves on the shore
I not need anymore

The lights of the tower
At the port
Is the witness

On .. out
The sky forms
A brand new cloud

And in the meantime
The sea
Whispers,
come back to me

Painting by Margaret Wilson
Words by HaFri

Let’s all stand together
Doodle by Margaret Wilson

Let’s all stand together

Doodle by Margaret Wilson

Sometimes when I face the big bad world
I feel so lonely
I feel so lost

It is not that I want to run away
But what I want
Seems so far

I feel so helpless, when I see things happen
Things that I can not change
But so desperately want to, need to

At those moments
The tears run free
My heart cries, for me
My heart cries for you
What to do

Then, when the tears are fading away
There is some light, between the grey
Your shoulder, the glimpse in your eyes
Make me realize

That we are not alone
That I love you
Friends will be friends
And nothing else, really does matter
Because, in the end
We all stand together

17 07 2017  HaFri Poetry

Is it real or just an illusion
Mind in a whirl, total confusion
People swarming like bees to honey
Intent on saving loads of money
Black Friday is the day to shop
They say it saves you such a lot.
Fifty percent off we are told
But can we afford to be so bold.
Don’t really want what is on sale
But if we don’t buy did we fail?
I think the most sensible thing to do
Is stay at home with a drink or two.

Poem from Margaret,  Photo from HaFri
24 11 2017

Christmas here again and with it comes the work
So much more to do,these tasks we can’t shirk.
Trimmings to go up, presents all to buy
Worth it all when children are starring at the sky
Singing jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way
Santas here on his sleigh
Hurray for Christmas day
Jingle bells jingle bells little faces they all beam
Then you know it’s worth it all, best sight ever seen

02 12 2017

If you see a smile just pass it on
In the blink of an eye it will be gone
We can’t afford to ignore smiles
Much better than a scowl that riles
Every day make it your goal
To give a smile,to play your role
In making the day much more of a pleasure
So many people a smile will treasure
Laughter and smiles are the salt of the earth
Don’t think you can put a price on their worth.
It’s smiles that make this life worth living
Don’t cost anything except the giving
But a smile is worth it’s weight in gold
Makes you warm inside instead of cold
So tomorrow when you go out to shop
Give a smile away, it will mean a lot

03 12 2017

/and my reply …
Every time I see you write
My heart is cheering and I feel alright
I have been missing it, for a while
But you returned, what makes me smile

You are a wonderful woman, and you know it
What you do and who you are does show it
I can repeat it every day
When I see you the shadow runs away

Yes, we know, life is not always fair
And you have gone through it, you were there
Always standing up again
I hear you saying
What other choice we do have then?

Indeed, we need our positive sway
We need friendship, to feel okay
You are wonderful, Mags, I tell it to you for a while
We love your friendship, and adore your smile

Big Brother Watching you

Hi
I am your eye

I mean only good to you
I am watching over you
I will see what you do, and don’t
I will see what you want, and wont

Don’T be afraid, I will not bite
I will not bother you, I will get hide
Soon you will no longer be aware
You won’t see me, but I still will be there

I will observe you, day and night
I will be the judge, in wrong and right
You not need to worry, when you are good
You not need to hide, you can’t, if you should

I look after you, I will take care
And what I see, I shall not share
I will find you, where ever you go
I am your big brother, and you will know

Don’t worry, everything will be all right
You not need to fear
I will hear
And decide, what is wrong and what is right.

9 12 2017

Painting by Margaret
Words by me (HaFri)

Let me hear the waves in my ear
Let me step on foreign sand

Let me look over the endless water
Where waves wash away our sorrows and pain
Where we can live again

Let me drown in the brightness of the sun
Where the seaguls catch their fish
Let it all be as it is

Let the world turn around
Let us not forget, where we are from
Let us feel what we once found

Where we broke out of our shell
And started to breath

Take me back again
Where our life began
Where we will return
Where our separated souls will unite again

Looking from Sandsend to Whitby
Painting by Margaret
Words by me (HaFri)

14 12 2017

Photo by me
Words by Margaret

Christmas fast approaching, children all excited
A time for family and friends to all become united

Shops full to overflowing as the stampede gets under way
Presents wrapped and trees all aglow ready for Christmas day.

Spare a thought for the lonely ones who have no one left to share
Also think of the homeless, hungry and freezing out there.

When you watch the tele and perfect families appear
Remember this isn’t really the case,
So many shed a tear.

For one reason or another precious loved ones won’t be there
So many homes with empty chairs
Not filled but just so bare.

These spaces left by arguments that time just hasn’t healed
It’s not too late to make it up, with kisses its signed and sealed.
Nothing left for me to say apart from have a happy Christmas

20 12 2017

Walk to the lake

Painting by Margaret
Words by me

I look through the windows and what do I see
The sun is smiling today to me
Goodbye to the days that were so grey
Hello Mister blue sky, let’s get on our way

As long as the rain takes a break
It is our time, to walk to the lake
Watching the water, the birds in the sky
Smell the air, and you do know why

People, walking hand in hand
Who let the dogs out, together we stand
Away from the darkness, back in realitiy
Breathing again, it is blasphemy

Surrounded by silence, we take step by step
Today’s afternoon, we will need no nap
I look to the nature that seems to awake
And I promise myself
More walks to the lake

07 01 2018

Tick tock, tick tock, time is flying fast.
Time for clocks to go forward, spring is here at last.
We’ve had a long winter with Beast from the East, the worst for many years
But the worst is now behind us, a memory now the fears.
Spring flowers here to bring such joy, birds tweeting in the trees
Won’t be long till summer and the buzzing of the bees

25 03 2018

Xans

One of the most gifted Poser artists that I know is Xan. She is using various techniques and styles. It is a challenge for her to use my photography, and on the other side, it is my challenge to put words under her wonderful creations.

I love street photography, and am often on my way with my mobile device. (at the moment a bit less, I need to wait for a new one until February).
Anyway, I use my phone to photograph  street scenarios.

My photo

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Tadammmm…Xans‘  Poser  artwork

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Another photo of me that Xan used in her Poser creations is this one

This poser creation of Xan inspired me to the poem below.

 

 

copyright Xan’s Place

I carry the ring of protection
And I want to share it with you
I think you will need it
To make some of our dreams come true

THe ring looks pretty small
But we can carry it all
It is created with the magic sin
You belong within

It has no begin, and it has no end
Peace is all around
Lucky are the ones who found
May who wears the ring
forever be friends

I carry this ring of protection
It melts together with the ones I wear planetary
May peace and happiness be our reflection
May love be all around, I wish it so very

26 06 2017

Bedroom stories

Poser Creation by Xan
Words by me

When the time is right
When the day dims the light
When your day gently changes
into the darkness of the night

Then come to me

I will whisper in your ear
The stories that you want o hear
It is about passion and fandasy
About dreams, nothing to fear

Draam on

My stories will suit you the most
When your pretty eyes are closed
You are so ready for the night
Too much champagne enclosed

Lay your fantasy
Next to me
It are my stories
That you are going to see

Sweet dreams, my friend
Today will have a happy end
Tomorrow you will not know
If my stories were tuue,
or fantasies, in the end

04-07-2017

Chopper ride

How much I did long for you
And now, finally, my dream comes true

You came to me, shining and bright
I knew it, I got the invite
There you stood, sexy and hot
Ready to ride, and I thought, why not

I smiled and touched you with my fingertips
Your roar made me weak around my hips
Baby, I said, you are beautiful, today
You shined ever more, growled that’s okay

I could not hold very much longer
My desire grew stronger
But when I saw you drool
I slowed down, pretending to be cool

One grip at your boiling tank
A pat at your saddle, spank, baby, spank
I gripped you tight
Ready for the ride

Wrapped my legs around you, wow
The touch was too much, I should do it now
I switched your key
You shivered to me

There we go baby, I heard myself say
Before you took me in your arms
The smoke and smell of your greasy charms
Ride the wild wind, hey hey hey

And we were one, that night
Chopper ride

Poser by Xan
Words  bij HaFri

 

 

Follow the lights

Title and Poser/Image by Xan

When the rain makes you cold
When you think there is no one to hold
When you don’t know where happiness to find
Close your eyes
and follow the lights

Walk over water
Believe that you can
Breath peace
Release
Be happy
Because you follow the lights

Close your eyes
Let the magic in green
Step in the world that you have not yet seen
Where the power is love
And dreams come true

Follow the lights
They will bring yourself
back to you

02 08 2017

Poser (c) by Xans‘ Place

 

Music is my first love
And it will be my last
So many memories to songs
To people, events, such a blast

What should I be when the music was not there
One thing is sure, I definitely was not here
I might have been knocking on heavens door
Many years before

Life is music, music is life
More of that jazz, rock it, a millionaire waltz, the prime jive
I have heard them all before
We want more.. we want more

When I hear the guitar, gently wheep
I grips me… until I sleep
Never, never break the spell
THis could be heaven, or this could be hell

And in the masters chaimber
The genious compose a new song
With a whole lotta rosie
How can I go on

I sing along with Freddie
I dream the slashy strngs
Yes, music is my first love
In all kinds of everything

Name me the number of the beast
Run up the hill
Music my bohemian Blasphemy
the sound, a view to a kll

07 10 2017

Xans christmas

It is here
THe most wonderful time of the year
While we are dreaming from a christmas what is white
The stars twinkle in the night

Our wishes are spoken, but unseen
In your eyes, I read your dream
I whisper to you
May your dream come true

Baby, it is cold outside
And the stars, they shine so bright
This year, again, there will be no snow
But a christmas tree with lights that glow

Together wit the stars in de dark
The candles inside give a spark
Many ways to say or do
My wish is simply, from me to you

Merry christmas, happy new year
Now go inside my dear
Because outside it is chilly
without a coat it is so silly!

18 12 2017

The elevator to 4
 
I went out, and you wanted in
So consequently we met,in between
Were it your eyes, was it your perfume
An experience I have not ever seen
 
I walked out, as in routine
And after a few steps I should still
That irresistable strong will
I looked back, and love your scene
 
What made you hesitate
Why are you looking back to me
Is it because I look back to you
One of your hairs, sits at my shoulder
 
The fantasy remains
The reality tells that I am older
And when you press the button, 4
I realize that I want more
 
Bye bye beutuful eyess
Bye bye, you sexy hip
Maybe you never realize
That I now long for a strong hot sip
 
Shall I ever forget the scene
Shall I forever forget that smell
I rush away to where she is waiting
My love, my coffee, that I know so well

22-01-2018

Good morning, are you ready
Ready for a brand new day
Or do you, just like me
Just want to dream on

Make it hot, make it strong

Good morning
Am I asleep, or already awake
I look at you
Am I dreaming?

Admire, require, desire

Stumbling to the kitchen
No tea for me
Make it strong, make it hot
Make my dream come true
You got it, and I want it, too

Desire, hot as fire, admire

Your smell
I dwell
Expell

Your temptation, sensation
And I
I can’t take it any longer
I want you, hotter, stronger

Be my luck
Be my hot shot
in a mug

Poser Created by Xan
Material – Rene Russo wannabe
Words by HaFri

07 02 2018

Render/ Graoguc (c) Xans
Words (c) HaFri

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