Carpe Diem #1066 beach
inland farmer
dreams of sandy beaches
mud between his toes
A place for poems and pics
Carpe Diem #1066 beach
inland farmer
dreams of sandy beaches
mud between his toes
Carpe Diem Special #220 Orion, a haibun by Dolores Fegan
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When you live in cloudy Western Pennsylvania you think you’ve seen a sky full of stars, but you haven’t. It was on a trip to the high desert of Arizona that I saw the true wonder of a clear night with no pollution from shopping malls and street lights. A magnificent show that covered the sky from edge to edge.
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blanket of clouds
removed from the night sky
thousand points of light

photo by Mish
UnMasked
it was the ghost of a smile
you tried to hide
behind a calloused hand
that was the first crack
in your prickly facade
a secret sense of humor
you tried valiantly to keep
in check
and when that grand guffaw
was set free
I knew you had a tenderness
inside
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stop by mishunderstood check out more of Mish’s photos and poetry
arms outstretched
faces turned upward
moonlight shines
as we laugh
monsters hiding in the dark
shrink and fade away
© cgk 2016
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At B&Ps Shadorma and Beyond we’re getting our inspiration from the following poem
by Zeki Majed
Dancing in the Olive Field
With your fragile soul in my arms
We move with the rhythm of our hearts
Side to side, left and right
We both feel love inside
For each other, for the sight
Of the setting sun, for your beautiful eyes
Where I see the reflection of the moon rise
As we are moving with the wind
So gentle, yet the entire world can feel
The passion which we carry when our bare feet
Slide across the land like a summer breeze
With your head on my chest, your hands in mine
We are dancing in the olive field…
With a sinful smile…
The scent of heaven reaches my tears
That travel across my face
Full of sorrow, that leaves
Like the autumn leaves
Waiting to be replaced by spring…
Like the happiness that you bring
When we are dancing in the olive field…
Side to side, left and right
Forever intertwined…with you my darling
As we…are dancing in the olive field…
(c) Zeki Majed, 2015
Carpe Diem #1063 butterfly
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yellow leaves
falling to the ground
one flys away
Inform Poets – Naani
on Poetic Bloomings
where do you go
are you hiding nearby
or do you crawl away when
my eyes close




Toured a house in Scottdale, PA that is on the National Register of Historic Places. It was built in 1913 by Rev Dr Lawrence Keister. These shots show the back porch, two of the many stained glass windows, and an example of the glass doorknobs found throughout the house.




At B&Ps Shadorma and Beyond we’re getting our inspiration from a poem by Robert Fagles and Starry Night by van Gough
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I must learn
to paint starry nights
blend daylight
into dusk
with each brushstroke banish dark
until I feel hope