Posts Tagged With: Mouth

ROSE IS A ROSE IS A ROSE IS A ROSE

Posted on 03/11/2020 by Nightpoet

“And the rose like a nymph to the bath addrest,
Which unveiled the depth of her glowing breast,
Till, fold after fold, to the fainting air,
The soul of her beauty and love lay bare.”

~ Percy Bysshe Shelley ~

Digitally enhanced image created in November 2020.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Balled, Beauty, Breasts, Cheek, Digital Imagery, Morning, Mouth, Nipples, Passion, Perspective, Photography, Poetry, Roses, Sheets, Sleep, Summer | 1 Comment

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

MOO

Posted on 10/09/2020 by Nightpoet

“Ah, but I was so much older then,

I’m younger than that now…”

~ Bob Dylan ~

Digitally enhanced image created from a photo taken in the Bavarian Alps in July 2013.

Categories: Uncategorized | Tags: Answers, Bible, Bone, Bovine, Brick House, Credentials, Digital Imagery, Eyes, Floor, Hand, Heifer, Kisses, Libel, Life, Love, Moo, Mountain, Mouth, Perspective, Photography, Pie Pan, Pita, Poetry, Prancers, Prudential, Ribbons, Rita, Rubies, Silk Purse, Sky, Smile, Sore, Tongue, Udder | 1 Comment

WORDLESS

Posted on 27/08/2020 by Nightpoet

“I have no words for my reality.”

~ Max Frisch ~

Digitally enhanced image created from photos taken in Paris in May and June 2019.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Breathing, Bucket, Christ, Clouds, Cosmos, Crutch, Darkness, Digital Imagery, Dogma, Door, Ear, Earned, Edge, Feeble Minded, Gills, Hair, Learned, Lesson, Life, Lips, Liquid, Lungs, Maw, Moon, Mouth, Night, Opposition, Paris, Penny, Perspective, Photography, Planets, Poetry, Prison, Respect, Seed, Shadows, Soul, Sponge, Spores, Stars, Stolen, Tongue, Van Gogh, Window, Winds, Wordless | 1 Comment

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

MIDNIGHTMARE

Posted on 21/07/2020 by Nightpoet

“They’ve promised that dreams can come true –

but forgot to mention that nightmares are dreams, too.”

~ Oscar Wilde ~

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

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Darkness, Digital Imagery, Games, Horror, Lines, Moon, Mouth, Names, Night, Nightmare, Paris, Perspective, Poetry, Rise, Skies, Times, Zero Hour | 1 Comment

EARTH

Posted on 14/06/2020 by Nightpoet

“We are a fluke of nature,

a quirk of evolution,

a glorious contingency.”

~ Michael Shermer ~

Digitally enhanced image created from a photo of a sculpture by Wieland Förster taken in Magdeburg, Germany in July 2011.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Assess, Children, Cosmic, Darkness, Death, Digital Imagery, Earth, Father, Forgiveness, Future, Hanging, Hatrack, Hell, Learn, Life, Mouth, Old Man, Past, People, Perspective, Photography, Poetry, Preacher, Pulpit, Puppet, Quirk, Soil, Solace, Stench, Tabulation, Time, Voice, Warning, Wicker Chair, Words, Worms | 1 Comment

YOU JUST NEVER KNOW

Posted on 12/03/2020 by Nightpoet

“All art is a kind of confession, more or less oblique.

All artists, if they are to survive, are forced, at last,

to tell the whole story; to vomit the anguish up.”

~ James Baldwin ~

Digitally enhanced image created from an original photo (detail) of the painting “La toilette d’Esther” by Théodore Chassériau taken in Paris in June 2019.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Assured, Beauty, Benevolence, Blinds, Breasts, Confident, Confused, Demeanour, Digital Imagery, Emotions, Eyes, Hair, Heart, Life, Love, Mouth, Nipples, Painting, Pale, Paris, Passion, Passionate, Perception, Photography, Poetry, Seductive, Smile, Survive, Wasteland, X-Ray | 1 Comment

NOT FADE AWAY

Posted on 26/02/2020 by Nightpoet

“You show me continents, I see the islands,

You count the centuries, I blink my eyes.”

~ Bjork ~

Digitally enhanced image created from an original photo taken in February 2020.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Coexistence, Cohesion, Continuum, Darkness, Digital Imagery, Eternity, Faces, Fade, Forever, Found, Future, Infinity, Janus, Life, Lips, Lost, Mouth, Never, Past, Perception, Perspective, Photography, Poetry, Present, Reason, Sound, Space, Time, Vortex | 1 Comment

THE BEAST WITH TWO HEADS

Posted on 18/02/2020 by Nightpoet

“My heart is lost; the beasts have eaten it.”

~ Charles Baudelaire ~

Digitally enhanced image created from an original photo taken in February 2020. Photo courtesy of Ficks & Fertig Enterprises.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Beast, Beast With Two Backs, Beast With Two Heads, Beauty, Belly, Creature, Darkness, Desire, Digital Imagery, Emotions, Energy, Erotica, Language, Life, Love, Lust, Mouth, Passion, Perspective, Photography, Pleasure, Poetry, Second Best Bed, Sex, Shadows, Shakespeare, Tongue | 1 Comment

Posts Tagged With: Mouth

ROSE IS A ROSE IS A ROSE IS A ROSE

“And the rose like a nymph to the bath addrest,
Which unveiled the depth of her glowing breast,
Till, fold after fold, to the fainting air,
The soul of her beauty and love lay bare.”

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.”

MOO

“Ah, but I was so much older then,

I’m younger than that now…”

WORDLESS

“I have no words for my reality.”

ECCENTRIC

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

MIDNIGHTMARE

“They’ve promised that dreams can come true –

but forgot to mention that nightmares are dreams, too.”

EARTH

“We are a fluke of nature,

a quirk of evolution,

a glorious contingency.”

YOU JUST NEVER KNOW

“All art is a kind of confession, more or less oblique.

All artists, if they are to survive, are forced, at last,

to tell the whole story; to vomit the anguish up.”

NOT FADE AWAY

“You show me continents, I see the islands,

You count the centuries, I blink my eyes.”

THE BEAST WITH TWO HEADS

“My heart is lost; the beasts have eaten it.”

NIGHTPOET

WELCOME TO NIGHTPOETRY

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Posts Tagged With: Mouth

“And the rose like a nymph to the bath addrest,Which unveiled the depth of her glowing breast,Till, fold after fold, to the fainting air,The soul of her beauty and love lay bare.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“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:

“Ah, but I was so much older then,

I’m younger than that now…”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“I have no words for my reality.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

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

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“They’ve promised that dreams can come true –

but forgot to mention that nightmares are dreams, too.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“We are a fluke of nature,

a quirk of evolution,

a glorious contingency.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“All art is a kind of confession, more or less oblique.

All artists, if they are to survive, are forced, at last,

to tell the whole story; to vomit the anguish up.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“You show me continents, I see the islands,

You count the centuries, I blink my eyes.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“My heart is lost; the beasts have eaten it.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

NIGHTPOET

WELCOME TO NIGHTPOETRY

RECENT SOJOURNS

ANCIENT GALLERY (please browse)

FROZEN MOMENTS

VIEWER’S FAVOURITES

FLÂNEURS

“And the rose like a nymph to the bath addrest,
Which unveiled the depth of her glowing breast,
Till, fold after fold, to the fainting air,
The soul of her beauty and love lay bare.”