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break the clock inside you’ll find

all your years of wasted time.

through your fingers do they slide

with patient reason time shall bide.

 

 

shatter the clock with calm sublime

reclaim your moments of wasted time

through your fingers still they scatter

coax thy sanity – naught will matter

 

 

slippery feckless ever churning

flippantly reckless always burning

Father Time despises waste

spitting seconds in your face

 

 

clicking ticking on it goes

waiting patiently for deaths’ sweet throes

one shall never comprehend

time shall win out in the end

 

 

31. May 2014 Kathy Jones-Boulier

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Totally hit the D.C. streets this week

No idea what most of this is .. Glad I don’t do photos for a living, I swear. Ran out of battery power half through the day….grrrrr son would not cooperate with me and take a pic of every nook and cranny with his camera so there are a few on his I’ll have to grab later as he went to work, but in the meantime, I like to get things off my hard drive and up online quickly, as I constantly expect data loss or gremlin tinkers coming and hammering my hard drive into smithereens. So here is yesterday, at least most of it, just driving and walking about D.C. in the sun and kind of frosty breeze.  ….hmm….lookin at them they look like sh___ so here goes some time spent after all in Photoshop.

Driving around D.C. Snapping Buildings etc

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THEN we toured the:

NATIONAL PORTRAIT MUSEUM IN D.C.

http://www.npg.si.edu/inform/overview.html

excellent info

”The Greek Slave” by Hiram Powers (1805-1873)

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Eve Tempted

Eve Tempted, modeled 1839-1842, carved 1873-1877, marble by Hiram Powers

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left hand eve tempted - Nat'l Portrait Gallery, D.C.

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Going out on a limb here, thinking maybe

this is POCAHONTAS.

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Thomas Ball’s La Petite Pensee

the model was Thomas Ball’s eight-year-old niece Annie Chickering.

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hmmmm Nero???? lol

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LADY LIBERTY

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FREEDOM FOR ALL PEOPLE

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STILL FIGHTING IN THE 20th CENTURY

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We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. . . .
Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.


— Martin Luther King Jr.

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PORTRAITS

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AND MISC STUFF AT THE PORTRAIT MUSEUM

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Hope you liked this little blog. best, kat

On Death

Death pays its’ visit like the fog

Descending upon the victim soothingly

Enveloping the soul in misty darkness

Lifes’ courses cease

Cool fingers close the eyelids of life

The soul carried away on a transient breath

To lay down lifes’ care in a peaceful chamber

Along times’ endless corridors

Each a grain of sand

Sifting silently through the hourglass of time

Never ending streams of peace

No cares of life as once lived

Peace is the only essential consciousness

Nothing more

Nothing less

Tranquility

Quiet

Dark yet enlightened

In a corner of the forever.

On May

May is full of wondrous things

Blossoms on the fruit trees

Look like gifts from heaven

White silken clouds are pillows

Shining angels lay down their heads

Spring sky as blue as my true loves’ eyes

Green trees sway with new emotion

Flowers in every colour of the rainbow

Reach up to accept the suns’ gold rays

Silver moonlight finds paths in the night

Through dark deep shadows

At midnight on a clear May night

Spirits of love, nature and beauty

Paint a new spring picture

Which appears at the dawn of the new day.

The Lake

Lake of the woods

With sparkling blue water

Many colored flowers

Blooming on your banks

You at whose edge

Timid animals draw near

To drink of your sweet water

Are you happy, fulfilled?

Your daily life is planned

By Natures’ Overseer above

No need to worry

On loneliness, boredom, rejection,

You will always be loved, admired, needed

Everyone loves you

And the girl with the long long brown hair

Walks with him hand in hand.

They pause.  Gather some flowers.

Run along the mossy bank and

Fall laughing in the tall grass.

On Night

Twilight now so soon upon me

Smothering noises of the day

Saddening thoughts  nowramble freely

Soon all happiness fades away.

Thoughts are of forbidden love

Waiting waiting so long to own

A love brighter than stars above

In their company I feel alone.

The moon so like the love we share

Present and yet so far away

Does he know how much I care

That for him nightly I do pray?

Darkness reigns upon the earth

As I cry myself to sleep

My depression has so wide a girth

My love inside me I shall keep.

On Silence

Silence like a gentle blanket

Over and around me lies

Steals away the sound of Nature

Aside I throw it, quickly rise.

The noises of the city soothe

The rain, music to my ears

This is the world I simply choose

To be part of all the years.

Silence is like a deathly shroud

While spellbound you do not live

Our ears are meant for life so loud

Rhythm of life sustenance give.

All the sounds overwhelming

Praising life from pole to pole

In Him lies the eternal dwelling

For the most fulfilled soul.