Tag: beauty
group name: spokanearts
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April 16, 2007 02:16 AM EDT --
Sunshine, filtering through, leafy boughs of green
Gentle breeze rippling the grass, God watching from skies of blue
We are significantly small in an even bigger universe.
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June 28, 2007 02:45 AM EDT --
Summer Days, by Jen Donier
Across the forested hills I gazed;
Pondering on long summer days.
The waving tan of deadened grass;
The fading bloom of a wild rose.
Red and gold sunset . . . more
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April 18, 2007 03:11 PM EDT --
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August 14, 2007 08:56 PM EDT --
Babbling brooks, cool and serene;
Chuckling over rocks mossy green.
Deep dark pools, Hide the big fish;
The ones of a fisherman's wish.
Waterfalls cascading like a bride's veil; . . . more
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April 16, 2007 06:29 PM EDT --
A window of reflection, mirroring life;
minute objects scurrying in tall grass.
Daisies nodding in a summer breeze,
Herbs of the meadow a blooming sea.
Skies of deepest blue,
Puffy . . . more
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April 18, 2007 02:50 AM EDT --
Who am I; What do I see?
All of nature is beautiful to me.
I am the sunrise, fingers of gold, shimmering dawn;
I am the dappled coat of a new spring fawn.
I am the pink of the wild rose; . . . more
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August 06, 2007 02:20 AM EDT --
This is the first poem I ever wrote when I was sixteen, It was a journalism class assingment to wrote something short using the word. Wisp. I got an A+ on the paper because the poem allows one to . . . more
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June 14, 2008 11:09 AM EDT --
A window of refelection, mirroring life,
Of minute objects scurrying through tall grass.
Daisies sway in the light summer breeze
Herbs of the meadow a blooming sea.
Skies of deepest . . . more
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June 30, 2007 02:03 AM EDT --
By Jen Donier @ July, 6, 1982
In the still of the morn, skimming the lake's quiet surface flies the loon;
Disappearing in the dawning sky, slips the crescent of the moon.
Whispering . . . more
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June 30, 2007 12:43 PM EDT --
By Jen Donier, @ April 25, 1991
Steel armed giants,
Electric lines.
Canyoned walls;
Bright skies and sunshine.
Small town;
Thistle down.
Country squire
Church spire. . . . more
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August 06, 2007 12:23 AM EDT --
Daisies
By Jen Donier @ July, 9th, 1989
Daisies nodding their white lace;
Turning to the sun with a golden face,
Fields of beauty filled with grace.
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August 09, 2007 03:21 AM EDT --
Well I have been going through all my saved old files on my other computer and old Mac. Where I keep addresses and other info and things. So resurrecting some thoughts and keepsakes and other . . . more
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April 27, 2007 04:09 AM EDT --
Copyright June 9th, 1982
By Jennine Donier
Connecting Life and Beauty
Clouds dancing across a blue sky,
Sunlight smiling upon earth surface.
Gentle breeze caressing valley grasses, . . . more
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April 24, 2007 12:56 AM EDT --
Trillums and purple crocus bloom
'Neath misty March moon
Tulips and Daffodills
Accompany April Bird song trills
Iris and Peonies in . . . more
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July 26, 2007 02:41 AM EDT --
Enigma
By Jennine Donier, April, 22, 1982
I am brave, I am beauty.
I am joy, I am life.
I am fear, I am sorrow
I am laughter, I am strife
I am a single lonely tear.
I am a rainbow, I am a . . . more
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March 13, 2007 11:40 PM EDT --
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April 30, 2007 03:33 AM EDT --
Hello fellow gatherites and friends
Well as I am getting ready for bed in a few minutes some of you will be getting up soon and so along with all my other posted articles this evening ( Hope you please . . . more
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May 14, 2007 06:20 PM EDT --
1. My daughter got a job and starts work June 7th
2. My daughter will graduate from Spokane Community College June 15th
3. My Son got his boat fixed and can use it the rest of the summer now
4. I have . . . more
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July 26, 2007 03:10 AM EDT --
Waterfall
By Jen Donier, @ June, 7th, 1979
Goblets of water drops, misting through sunbeams
Fine sprayed rainbows playing hide and seek
among the water mists
Silvery ripples spilling over gray . . . more
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June 15, 2008 02:03 PM EDT --
The skies are leaden, the rain beats down;
Lightening flashes, Thunder booms a warning.
The water is soaked up by a thirsty earth;
puddles form, the wind rushes around.
The storm . . . more
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