PASTORAL DREAMS: WEAR A POPPY... REMEMBER ME

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PASTORAL DREAMS

Go to Sleep, Darlings... “I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields It covers them snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, Go to Sleep, Darlings, till the summer comes again.” Lewis Carroll

Monday, November 11, 2024

WEAR A POPPY... REMEMBER ME

A little poppy is a salute to honour those who served for our freedom. One poppy for two hearts.

"They paid the ultimate price for your freedom. You live your life the way you do because of them."

Posted by Annabelle at Monday, November 11, 2024

Labels: REMEMBRANCE DAY 2024 REMEMBER ME SALUTE HONOUR WEAR A POPPY ROSEMARY NEVER FORGET FREEDOM LOVE DIE LIFE WW1 WW2 WAR

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* Sir Arthur Conan Doyle *

*** Sir Arthur Conan Doyle ***

“Where there is no imagination there is no horror”. Arthur Conan Doyle, Sr.

* Sir Christopher Lee *

*** Sir Christopher Lee ***

“There are many vampires in the world today - you only have to think of the film business”

* ~ Spirit of the Night ~

* ~ Spirit of the Night ~

Soon it will be Hallows Eve...Time to create Art from the Dark Side ***Annabelle

~ Turn of the Screw ~

~ Turn of the Screw ~

A Flickr mosaic I made some time ago ~ Annabelle

WE WERE SOLDIERS

WE WERE SOLDIERS

~ Annabelle

Twilight at Sea

The Twilight Hours like birds flew by,
As lightly and as free;
Ten thousand stars were in the sky,
Ten Thousand on the sea;
For every wave with dimpled face,
That leaped upon the air,
Had caught a star in its embrace,
And held it trembling there.

Amelia Coppuck Welby

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Annabelle: FLORENCE BLUME - A GHOST STORY { MERRICKVILLE } ♥️ Annabelle & M ♥️ © 2023 Writing this ghost story in collaboration with my daughter Emma Belanger 🐾🐾🐾🐾. 👀. A is for Annabelle A medieval city by the sea, Genova, a very long time ago, was my home. Then in 1964, my mother and I made a long journey across the Atlantic ocean to reunite with my dad in Canada. I was only 7 back then but, I never forgot what I left behind: the family I loved dearly and life by the beautiful sea. And, as I grew older, I realized just how much I brought back with me to Canada inside my heart. Between the mountains and the sea, Genova is where my heart will always be. A mother, a wife, and sometimes a Witch Mom; a friendly one that is: ) I was given the nickname by my son when he was in kindergarten, and upon returning home one Halloween, he mistakenly assumed the life-size witch that was sitting in my chair to be me, Mom?

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HARVEY

“Doctor, I wrestled with reality for forty years, and I am happy to state that I finally won out over it.”

THE HAUNTED ORGAN

Sometimes a haunting melody can make quiet an impression ~^..^~

I'll Never Forget a Dog Named Beau

"Bet you can't keep your eye dry : Jimmy reads a poem about his dog Beau "

* BEAU *

He would wake up at night
And would have this fear
Of the dark, of life, of lots of things,
And he'd be glad to have me near.

And Now he's dead.
And there are nights when I think I feel him
Climb upon our bed and lie between us,
And I pat his head.

And there are nights when I think
I feel him stare
And I reach out my hand to stoke his hair,
But he's not there.

Oh, how I wish that wasn't so,
I'll always love a dog named Beau.

DAVID BOWIE

"What I like my music to do to me is awaken the ghosts inside of me. Not the demons, you understand, but the ghosts.

CASPER'S BED

There's a girl...on my bed, YES!

CASPER'S FRIENDS

~ Can I Keep You ?

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PINTEREST BUTTON LARGE

“You have to have a sense of humour, DARLING, to be alive. Even a bit mad. It helps to be mad”

* Misty Blue Eyes *

In its flawless grace and superior self-sufficiency I have seen a symbol of the perfect beauty and bland impersonality of the universe itself, objectively considered, and in its air of silent mystery there resides for me all the wonder and fascination of the unknown.
~ H. P. Lovecraft 1890-1937

DESPERATION

"Desperation is a necessary ingredient to learning anything, or creating anything. Period. If you ain`t desperate at some point, you ain`t interesting."

* Bewitching Moon * PICTURE

*** Bewitching Moon *** PICTURE

* Bewitching Moon *

Bewitching Moon
Over the top of the mountains the moon
Rose unexpectedly
In the sky it drifted,
A bird, a fairy!
Blown out, round and sweet
Melon-like!
It danced in the sky
Impassioned
In the fragrant night,
Lighting every road,
Making my head swim,
My senses dazed.
Did I dream?
Did I really see you?
You fell into the well
Like the declining sun.
Moon, wink at me
Bright Moon, magic moon
The mirror of the loving girl,
Peep out at the balcony!

Patrizia Gattaceca

Reality....Imagination .....or______ Madness ?

Reality....Imagination .....or______ Madness ?

Eisenheim

From the moment we enter this life
we are in the flow of it.
We measure it and we mock it
but we cannot defy it.
We cannot even speed it up
or slow it down

Or can we?

Have we not each experienced the sensation
that a beautiful moment seemed to pass to quickly
and wished that we could make it linger?
Or felt time slow on a dull day
and wished that we could speed things up a bit?

Escaping into ....
A FairyTale
through the dimensions of our minds

Tasha Tudor

Tasha Tudor

An idyllic utopian life

* a lITTLE wITCH *

*** a lITTLE wITCH ***

A Twilight Poem

A Dome of Many- Colored Glass by Amy Lowell

Diya {original title is Greek, Delta-iota-psi-alpha}

Look, Dear, how bright the moonlight is to-night!
See where it casts the shadow of that tree
Far out upon the grass. And every gust
Of light night wind comes laden with the scent
Of opening flowers which never bloom by day:
Night-scented stocks, and four-o'clocks, and that
Pale yellow disk, upreared on its tall stalk,
The evening primrose, comrade of the stars.
It seems as though the garden which you love
Were like a swinging censer, its incense
Floating before us as a reverent act
To sanctify and bless our night of love.
Tell me once more you love me, that’t is you
Yes, really you, I touch, so, with my hand;
And tell me it is by your own free will
That you are here, and that you like to be
Just here, with me, under this sailing pine.
I need to hear it often for my heart
Doubts naturally, and finds it hard to trust.
Ah, Dearest, you are good to love me so,
And yet I would not have it goodness, rather
Excess of selfishness in you to need
Me through and through, as flowers need the sun.
I wonder can it really be that you
And I are here alone, and that the night
Is full of hours, and all the world asleep,
And none can call to you to come away;
For you have given all yourself to me
Making me gentle by your willingness.
Has your life too been waiting for this time,
Not only mine the sharpness of this joy?
Dear Heart, I love you, worship you as though
I were a priest before a holy shrine.
I'm glad that you are beautiful, although
Were you not lovely still I needs must love;
But you are all things, it must have been so
For otherwise it were not you. Come, close;
When you are in the circle of my arm
Faith grows a mountain and I take my stand
Upon its utmost top. Yes, yes, once more
Kiss me, and let me feel you very near
Wanting me wholly, even as I want you.
Have years behind been dark? Will those to come
Bring unguessed sorrows into our two lives?
What does it matter; we have had to-night!
To-night will make us strong, for we believe
Each in the other, this is a sacrament.
Beloved, is it true?

BOB MARLEY

BOB MARLEY

"Life is one big road with lots of signs. So when you riding through the ruts, don't complicate your mind. Flee from hate, mischief and jealousy. Don't bury your thoughts, put your vision to reality . Wake Up and Live !"~ Bob Marley

* Catch a Fallin Star *

*** Catch a Fallin Star ***

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