Posts Tagged With: Bed

the key of wonder

Posted on 15/07/2022 by Nightpoet

“The poet speaks adequately only when he speaks somewhat wildly…

not with intellect alone, but with intellect inebriated by nectar.”

~ Henry Miller ~

000 the key of wonder

Digitally enhanced image created from a photo taken in May 2015.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Arias, Bed, Birds, Branches, Bucket, Digital Imagery, Faces, Feathers, Floor, Fringe, Honeypot, Imagination, Key, Lace, Life, Love, Mea Culpa, Nectar, Neighbours, Nipples, Perspective, Photography, Pieces, Pilgrims, Poetry, Prisons, Rosaries, Scrubbing, Shit, Smiling, Songs, Teats, Wonder | 1 Comment

in her i had everything

Posted on 06/03/2022 by Nightpoet

“A thought that sometimes makes me hazy:

Am I – or are the others crazy?”

~ Albert Einstein ~

000 in her i had everything 1

Digitally enhanced image created from a photo of the mineral Sepiolite taken in Paris in May 2018.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Attempts, Backs, Balling, Bed, Blue, Brambles, Bread, Breasts, Butter, Clocks, Clutter, Digital Imagery, Emotions, Grumbles, Guests, Imagination, Lies, Life, Lifetimes, Lips, Love, Morning, Pandora's Box, Paris, Passion, Perspective, Photography, Poetry, Preambles, Science, Semblance, Socks, Spikes, Tacks, Tests, Truth, Trysts, Tumbles | 1 Comment

SEVEN DEADLY SINS

Posted on 31/10/2021 by Nightpoet

“All the seven deadly sins are peccadilloes

but without three of them, Pride, Lust, and Sloth,

poetry might never have been born.”

~ Vladimir Nabokov ~

Digitally enhanced image created from a photo taken January 2019.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Bed, Digital Imagery, Emotions, Eyes, Fingers, Grass, Green, Life, Love, Lust, Morning, Nights, Passion, Photography, Poetry, Sex, Sins, Smile | 1 Comment

UNSOILED AND UNSINNED

Posted on 30/08/2021 by Nightpoet

“What though the rose have prickles, yet ’tis pluck’d.”

~ William Shakespeare ~

000 unsoiled and unsinned

Digitally enhanced image created from a photo taken in August 2021.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Bed, Bosom, Bower, Chaste, Digital Imagery, Flower, Heart, Innocence, Life, Love, Passion, Perspective, Photography, Poetry, Pure, Sheets, Sin, Stain, Unsoiled, Veil, Virgin, Virtue, Youth | 1 Comment

SUMMER IT WAS

Posted on 19/06/2021 by Nightpoet

“Life, now, was unfolding before me, constantly and visibly,

like the flowers of summer that drop fanlike petals on eternal soil.”

~ Roman Payne ~

000 summer it was 1

Digitally enhanced image created from a photo of a painting taken in Paris in May 2015.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Bed, Cockroaches, Digital Imagery, Eyes, Green, House, Jade, Love, Paris, Passion, Perspective, Photography, Poetry, Pools, Spanish, Summer, Valley, Voluptuous | 1 Comment

A BED FULL OF FINE

Posted on 13/03/2021 by Nightpoet

“Love is a canvas furnished by Nature and embroidered by imagination.”

~ Voltaire

Digitally enhanced image created from a photo of The Birdhouse taken in October 2008.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Bed, Bones, Brain, Digital Imagery, Doors, Fine, Fingertips, Kitchen, Le Beaujolais Nouveau, Lips, Perspective, Photography, Poetry, Streets, Teats, Weed, Windows, Wine | 1 Comment

DO YOU READ

Posted on 19/02/2021 by Nightpoet

“nothing special about this easter,

bach weaving chorales with delicate fingers,

nimble notes bouncing off walls and windows,

resounding soundly through the floor…”

~ nightpoet ~

Digitally enhanced image created from a photo taken in February 2021.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Army, Bed, Believe, Cavalier, Chicken, Children, Chocolate, Digital Imagery, Eye, Head, Home, House, Licorice, Navy, Notes, Perspective, Philosophies, Photography, Poetry, Poultry, Pudding, Read, Wisdom, Word | 1 Comment

RIDDLES

Posted on 07/12/2020 by Nightpoet

“I am a man of few words, but many riddles.”

~ Frank Gorshin ~

Digitally enhanced image created from a photo taken in Paris in June 2019.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Baby, Bed, Boy, Canvas, Creativity, Digital Imagery, Hand, Head, Information, Inspiration, Language, Perspective, Photography, Poetry, Relationships, Riddles, Scouts, Season, Song, Winter | 1 Comment

NO REHEARSAL

Posted on 15/09/2020 by Nightpoet

“Enjoy life. This is not a dress rehearsal.”

~ Friedrich Nietzsche ~

Digitally enhanced image created from a photo of my lovely Ladies taken sometime around 1991.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Air, Bed, Digital Imagery, Exhausted, Fair, Fender, Floor, Gibson Les Paul Custom, Guitars, Life, Love, Music, Notes, Orgasmic, Ovation, Past, Perspective, Photography, Poetry, Pure, Rickenbacker, Sex, Sing, Song, Strings, Table, Voice, Wall, Yamaha | 1 Comment

IN HER I HAD EVERYTHING

Posted on 20/08/2020 by Nightpoet

“A thought that sometimes makes me hazy:

Am I – or are the others crazy?”

~ Albert Einstein ~

Digitally enhanced image created from a photo of the mineral Sepiolite taken in Paris in May 2018.

SPANISH JUNE

Posted on 10/06/2020 by Nightpoet

“Cocaine’s for horses, not for men,

they tell me it’ll kill me but they don’t say when,

cocaine run all ’round my brain…”

~ Traditional ~

Digitally enhanced image created from a photo taken in July 2017.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Bed, Blood, Carrion, City, Cocaine, Days, Digital Imagery, Ears, Faces, Fading, Flags, Hot, Imagination, Insects, June. Spanish, Kings, Leaves, Naked, Perspective, Photography, Poet, Poetry, Pulse, River, Shoulders, Smile, Soft Machine, Streets, Summer, Sun, Thin, Thoughts, Trees, Vulture, Whispers, Windowsill, Witches, Words | 1 Comment

A MATTER OF ATTRACTION

Posted on 03/05/2020 by Nightpoet

“A living speck—the merest dab of life—capable of pleasure and pain,

is far more interesting to me than all the immensities of mere matter.”

~ Jean Henri Fabre ~

Digitally enhanced image created from a photo taken in May 2020.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Attraction, Beauty, Bed, Ceiling, Clouds, Coagulate, Darkness, Digital Imagery, Dust, Imagination, Interstellar Space, Law, Life, Matter, Photography, Physiscs, Poetry, Solidify, Time, Wonder | 1 Comment

NO WORDS

Posted on 01/05/2020 by Nightpoet

“I have no words for my reality.”

~ Max Frisch ~

Digitally enhanced image created from a photo taken in Paris in December 2019.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Alleys, Avenues, Bathe, Beauty, Bed, Breathe, Darkness, Depression, Digital Imagery, Embrace, Emotions, Fountain, Heart, Imagination, Inhale, Inspiration, Life, Love, Memories, Morning, Paris, Passion, Past, Perspective, Photography, Poetry, Sanctuary, Smile, Soul, Spring, Warm, Words | 1 Comment

ONE TOKE TOO MANY

Posted on 10/01/2020 by Nightpoet

“I don’t smoke weed to escape reality,

I smoke weed to enjoy reality even more.”

~ Banana ~

Digitally enhanced image created from an original photo of street art taken in July 2017.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Apocalypse, Bed, Coffee, Darkness, Death, Digital Imagery, Grass, Imagination, Life, Marijuana, Missiles, Mushroom Clouds, Number, Perspective, Photography, Poetry, Shit, Smoke, Toast, Toke, Traffic Jam, War | 1 Comment

GWYNNETH

Posted on 19/11/2019 by Nightpoet

“Time heals nothing, it merely rearranges our memory.”

~ Gary Numan

Digitally enhanced image created from an original photo taken in Paris in May 2018.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Autumn, Beast With Two Backs, Beauty, Bed, Breasts, Darkness, Digital Imagery, Emotions, Erotica, Heart, Life, Love, Memories, Milk And Honey, Night, Paradise, Paris, Passion, Past, Poetry, Sex, Sheets, Stars, Summer, Surprise, Time, Winter | 2 Comments

LEFT BEHIND

Posted on 23/10/2019 by Nightpoet

“When a rose dies, a thorn is left behind.”

~ Ovid ~

Digitally enhanced image created from an original photo taken in Paris in June 2019.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Anatomy, Beauty, Bed, Behind, Breasts, Digital Imagery, Emotions, Erotica, Fingers, Heart, History, Life, Love, Memories, Memory, Nipples, Paris, Passion, Past, Photography, Poetry, Secret, Sex, Thighs, Time, Towel | 3 Comments

SOMETHING’S BROKEN

Posted on 19/09/2019 by Nightpoet

“Sometimes, silence is the best way to win an argument.”

~ Jorge P. Guerrero ~

Digitally enhanced image created from an original photo of street art taken in Paris in June 2019.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Bed, Broken, Candles, Darkness, Digital Imagery, Dreams, Fingers, Life, Lipsync, Morning, Night, Paris, Photography, Play, Poetry, Shadow Puppets, Shadows, Silence, Smoke, Socks, Street Art | 1 Comment

HEAT

Posted on 25/07/2019 by Nightpoet

“Eros seizes and shakes my very soul

like the wind on the mountain shaking ancient oaks.”

~ Sappho ~

Digitally enhanced image created from an original photo taken in Paris in June 2019.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Alive, Beauty, Bed, Breasts, Cheeks, Clothes, Digital Imagery, Dog Days, Embrace, Emotions, Erotica, Eyes, Fluids, Forehead, Heart, Heat, Juices, Life, Love, Memories, Moist, Neck, Paris, Passion, Past, Photography, Poetry, Sex, Shine, Sweat, Young | 1 Comment

SILHOUETTESEX

Posted on 05/05/2019 by Nightpoet

“The clitoris is pure in purpose.

It is the only organ in the body

designed purely for pleasure.”

~ Eve Ensler ~

Digitally enhanced image created from an original photo taken in Paris in May 2019.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Afterglow, Bed, Come, Darkness, Digital Imagery, Emotions, Erotica, Feeling, Flow, Heart, Love, Moans, Night, Passion, Photography, Pleasure, Poetry, Sensuousness, Sex, Shadows, Sighs, Silhouette, Voice, Window | 1 Comment

UNE FENÊTRE OUVERTE

Posted on 03/05/2019 by Nightpoet

“He stepped into my room with one graceful move,

as if entering through bedroom windows

was nothing out of the ordinary.”

~ Amanda Hocking ~

Digitally enhanced image created from an original photo taken in Paris in May 2019.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Beauty, Bed, Covers, Darkness, Death, Departure, Digital Imagery, Duvet, Erotica, Life, Love, Paris, Passion, Perspective, Photography, Poetry, Roofs, Sex, Window | 1 Comment

Posts Tagged With: Bed

“The poet speaks adequately only when he speaks somewhat wildly…

not with intellect alone, but with intellect inebriated by nectar.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“A thought that sometimes makes me hazy:

Am I – or are the others crazy?”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“All the seven deadly sins are peccadilloes

but without three of them, Pride, Lust, and Sloth,

poetry might never have been born.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“What though the rose have prickles, yet ’tis pluck’d.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“Life, now, was unfolding before me, constantly and visibly,

like the flowers of summer that drop fanlike petals on eternal soil.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“Love is a canvas furnished by Nature and embroidered by imagination.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“nothing special about this easter,

bach weaving chorales with delicate fingers,

nimble notes bouncing off walls and windows,

resounding soundly through the floor…”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“I am a man of few words, but many riddles.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“Enjoy life. This is not a dress rehearsal.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“A thought that sometimes makes me hazy:

Am I – or are the others crazy?”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“Cocaine’s for horses, not for men,

they tell me it’ll kill me but they don’t say when,

cocaine run all ’round my brain…”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“A living speck—the merest dab of life—capable of pleasure and pain,

is far more interesting to me than all the immensities of mere matter.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“I have no words for my reality.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“I don’t smoke weed to escape reality,

I smoke weed to enjoy reality even more.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“Time heals nothing, it merely rearranges our memory.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“When a rose dies, a thorn is left behind.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“Sometimes, silence is the best way to win an argument.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“Eros seizes and shakes my very soul

like the wind on the mountain shaking ancient oaks.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“The clitoris is pure in purpose.

It is the only organ in the body

designed purely for pleasure.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“He stepped into my room with one graceful move,

as if entering through bedroom windows

was nothing out of the ordinary.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

NIGHTPOET