Posts Tagged With: Imagination

ALWAYS BAREFOOT IN THE BRAMBLES

Posted on 29/09/2020 by Nightpoet

“All memories fade away in the end. Then, only dreams are left.

And because they are all we have, we confide our life’s worries to them.”

~ Philippe Forest ~

Digitally enhanced image created from a photo taken in 1988.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Adjectives, Adverbs, Automatic, Barefoot, Beauty, Brambles, Cheshire Cat, Conjunctions, Creativity, Curves, Digital Imagery, Dreamtime, Emotions, Energy, Erratic, Fences, Heart, Imagination, Life, Love, Memories, Mouth, Neuron, Nouns, Passion, Past, Perspective, Photography, Poetry, Prepositions, Pulses, Signals, Static, Taste, Thorns, Time, Verbs, Wine, Words | 1 Comment

JUST A TRICKLE

Posted on 28/09/2020 by Nightpoet

“We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master.”

~ Ernest Hemingway ~

Digitally enhanced image created from a photo taken in 1989.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Blank, Clouds, Creativity, Digital Imagery, Dream, Fantasize, Flood, Ideas, Imagination, Life, Paper, Pencil, Perspective, Photography, Poetry, Ponder, Rant, Rave, Sails, Scream, Stories, Syndrome, Think, Thoughts, Time, Whisper, Wind, Words, Write, Writer's Block | 1 Comment

TEAT TIPIS

Posted on 23/09/2020 by Nightpoet

“Most of our ancestors were not perfect ladies and gentlemen.

The majority of them weren’t even mammals.”

~ Robert Anton Wilson ~

Digitally enhanced image from a untitled illustration by Geoffrey Bartholomew created in 1980.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Ancestors, Babbles, Banners, Breasts, Digital Imagery, Imagination, Knots, Lips, Milky, Mornings, Night, Ninnies, Nipple, Nuts, Perspective, Pips, Poetry, Polyester, Proud, Quips, Rhymes, Shadows, Skin, Teats, Terpsichore, Tie-Dyed, Tipis, Tongue, Trees, Twats, Twisters, Words | 1 Comment

SITTING BE I HERE

Posted on 06/09/2020 by Nightpoet

“That’s what hell must be like, small chat to the babbling of Lethe

about the good old days when we wished we were dead.”

~ Samuel Beckett ~

Digitally enhanced image created from a photo of street art by Federici taken in Paris in June 2018.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Babbles, Beaver, Beehives, Bone, Bubbles, Bullets, Cloning, Cluster, Crime, Cuspid, Dancing, Delivered, Digital Imagery, Drink, Eyes, Fryer, Humming, Imagination, Knowledge, Liar, Life, Paris, Perspective, Photography, Pie, Pied Piper, Pin, Poetry, Prancers, Scholars, Sealed, Sex, Sitting, Skeleton, Slices, Street Art, Thigh, Time, Tongue, Vices, Walls, Wisdom | 1 Comment

MY BLANK PAGES

Posted on 31/08/2020 by Nightpoet

“The blank page gives us the right to dream.”

~ Gaston Bachelard ~

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

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Beauty, Berlin, Blank Page, Breathe, Burn, Choke, Death, Debate, Digital Imagery, Emotions, Empty, Fate, Hate, Helsinki, Imagination, Jab, Joke, Life, Love, Mystery, Oblivion, Overflow, Pages, Passion, Perspective, Photography, Poetry, Pulitzer, Sea, Smoke, Space, Story, Web, White, Words, World | 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.

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 | 4 Comments

ECCENTRIC

Posted on 18/08/2020 by Nightpoet

“Before you can be eccentric, you must know where the circle is.”

~ Ellen Terry ~

Digitally enhanced image created from a photo of street art taken in Paris in June 2018.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Canvases, Compass, Concentric, Digital Imagery, Eccentric, Electric, Energy, Eyes, Fakir, Fashion, Feet, Fragments, Gadgets, Glamour, House, Imagination, Life, Magnets, Mouth, North, Perspective, Photography, Plump, Plurality, Poetry, Shadow, Snails, South, Street Art, Teeth, Terrain, Turtle | 1 Comment

JUST A LITTLE LICK

Posted on 10/08/2020 by Nightpoet

“She was so small she could make mamba in a telephone booth.”

~ Bill Haley ~

Digitally enhanced image created from a photo taken in Salisbury, England in June 2007.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Bacon, Barrows, Belly, Blue Jeans, Bottle, Bread, Brothers, Buried, Coda, Cotton, Digital Imagery, Dole, Drama, Fetish, Fingers, Hope, Imagination, Isotope, Jelly, Lick, Logic, Lust, Nipple, Oiling, Parsecs, Perspective, Photography, Poetry, Quantum, Redundant, Robber Barons, Robots, Rope, Rusting, Sandwich, Socks, Sound, Street Singer, String Beans, Symphony, Teats, Telephone Booth, Tympani, Yeast | 1 Comment

BALLS OFF BEARINGS

Posted on 07/08/2020 by Nightpoet

“The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen

as is the razor’s edge invisible.”

~ William Shakespeare ~

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

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Attention, Balls, Bearings, Classes, Desire, Digital Imagery, Disbelief, Door, Eyes, Imagination, Life, Moon, Pairings. Balloon, Paris, Perspective, Photography, Poetry, Relief, Room, Sign, Teeth, Towel | 1 Comment

SING ELECTRIC

Posted on 17/07/2020 by Nightpoet

“O I say these are not the parts and poems

of the body only, but of the soul…”

~ Walt Whitman ~

Digitally enhanced image created from a scan of the negative of a ruined Polaroid photo taken in late 1967.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Acidic, Bridge, Bright, Chasms, Conversation, Day, Digital Imagery, Eccentric, Echoes, Electric, Emotions, Expressions, Imagination, Life, Light, Love, Memories, Music, Passion, Past, Perspective, Photography, Poetry, Rhymes, Rhythms, Scream, Sensation, Silence, Sing, Spasms, Speak, Spirit, Syllables, Tune, Voice | 1 Comment

Posts Tagged With: Imagination

ALWAYS BAREFOOT IN THE BRAMBLES

“All memories fade away in the end. Then, only dreams are left.

And because they are all we have, we confide our life’s worries to them.”

JUST A TRICKLE

“We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master.”

TEAT TIPIS

“Most of our ancestors were not perfect ladies and gentlemen.

The majority of them weren’t even mammals.”

SITTING BE I HERE

“That’s what hell must be like, small chat to the babbling of Lethe

about the good old days when we wished we were dead.”

MY BLANK PAGES

“The blank page gives us the right to dream.”

IN HER I HAD EVERYTHING

“A thought that sometimes makes me hazy:

Am I – or are the others crazy?”

ECCENTRIC

“Before you can be eccentric, you must know where the circle is.”

JUST A LITTLE LICK

“She was so small she could make mamba in a telephone booth.”

BALLS OFF BEARINGS

“The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen

as is the razor’s edge invisible.”

SING ELECTRIC

“O I say these are not the parts and poems

of the body only, but of the soul…”

NIGHTPOET

WELCOME TO NIGHTPOETRY

RECENT SOJOURNS

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Posts Tagged With: Imagination

“All memories fade away in the end. Then, only dreams are left.

And because they are all we have, we confide our life’s worries to them.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“Most of our ancestors were not perfect ladies and gentlemen.

The majority of them weren’t even mammals.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“That’s what hell must be like, small chat to the babbling of Lethe

about the good old days when we wished we were dead.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“The blank page gives us the right to dream.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“A thought that sometimes makes me hazy:

Am I – or are the others crazy?”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“Before you can be eccentric, you must know where the circle is.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“She was so small she could make mamba in a telephone booth.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen

as is the razor’s edge invisible.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“O I say these are not the parts and poems

of the body only, but of the soul…”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

NIGHTPOET

WELCOME TO NIGHTPOETRY

RECENT SOJOURNS

ANCIENT GALLERY (please browse)

FROZEN MOMENTS

VIEWER’S FAVOURITES

FLÂNEURS