July302014
nativeamericannews:

Flags Fly at Half-Staff on Navajo Nation in Honor of Code Talker
The Navajo Nation mourns the loss of another warrior.On July 20, 2014, former Navajo Nation Code Talker Edward B. Anderson Jr. passed at Banner Good Samaritan Medical Center in Phoenix, Arizona. He was 89 years old.“The Navajo Nation sends our deepest condolences and prayers to the family during this time of mourning,” said Navajo Nation President Ben Shelly.

nativeamericannews:

Flags Fly at Half-Staff on Navajo Nation in Honor of Code Talker

The Navajo Nation mourns the loss of another warrior.On July 20, 2014, former Navajo Nation Code Talker Edward B. Anderson Jr. passed at Banner Good Samaritan Medical Center in Phoenix, Arizona. He was 89 years old.“The Navajo Nation sends our deepest condolences and prayers to the family during this time of mourning,” said Navajo Nation President Ben Shelly.

(Source: indiancountrytodaymedianetwork.com)

June42014
The Rose


In the garden of my life is you
standing out amongst the flowers.
The single most beautiful sight
vibrant and eye catching.
That sweet fragrance
that is uniquely you
caressing my nostrils
and reeling me in.
What I especially love
is your prickly thorns.
While I may get pricked ocassionally
it’s usually for my own good
often grabbing my attention
and reminding me
to handle such a treasure
with great care.
You’re beauty, sweetness, and sass
are uncomparable
just like the rose.


Roses | Rose Poems By KYB


Title of photo The shadow of roses
Photo Taken by Dirk with Stephan’s Camera 
"Nikon D 7000 & lens 17-50/f 2,8"

The Rose

In the garden of my life is you

standing out amongst the flowers.

The single most beautiful sight

vibrant and eye catching.

That sweet fragrance

that is uniquely you

caressing my nostrils

and reeling me in.

What I especially love

is your prickly thorns.

While I may get pricked ocassionally

it’s usually for my own good

often grabbing my attention

and reminding me

to handle such a treasure

with great care.

You’re beauty, sweetness, and sass

are uncomparable

just like the rose.

Roses | Rose Poems By KYB

Title of photo The shadow of roses

Photo Taken by Dirk with Stephan’s Camera 

"Nikon D 7000 & lens 17-50/f 2,8"

May92014
To a butterfly
I’ve watched you now a full half-hour;
Self-poised upon that yellow flower
And, little Butterfly! indeed
I know not if you sleep or feed.
How motionless!–not frozen seas
More motionless! and then
What joy awaits you, when the breeze
Hath found you out among the trees,
And calls you forth again!
This plot of orchard-ground is ours;
My trees they are, my Sister’s flowers;
Here rest your wings when they are weary;
Here lodge as in a sanctuary!
Come often to us, fear no wrong;
Sit near us on the bough!
We’ll talk of sunshine and of song,
And summer days, when we were young;
Sweet childish days, that were as long
As twenty days are now.
 
Written in the orchard, Town-end, Grasmere.
 

Thanks a picture From www.bangngangan.com

To a butterfly

I’ve watched you now a full half-hour;

Self-poised upon that yellow flower

And, little Butterfly! indeed

I know not if you sleep or feed.

How motionless!–not frozen seas

More motionless! and then

What joy awaits you, when the breeze

Hath found you out among the trees,

And calls you forth again!

This plot of orchard-ground is ours;

My trees they are, my Sister’s flowers;

Here rest your wings when they are weary;

Here lodge as in a sanctuary!

Come often to us, fear no wrong;

Sit near us on the bough!

We’ll talk of sunshine and of song,

And summer days, when we were young;

Sweet childish days, that were as long

As twenty days are now.

 

Written in the orchard, Town-end, Grasmere.

 

Thanks a picture From www.bangngangan.com

May82014
Come and paint my world
Glorious rainbow
How lovely are your colours
I can sing to you rainbow
The rainbow of colors
I am sitting on a rainbow
I have this rainbow that no, 
One can see 
Are the most beautiful I’ve, 
ever seen
How wonderful you are, 
My beautiful rainbow
Fell like dancing under a.
rainbow
I see a rainbow
Come and paint my world. 
Let’s the colors warm my life.

by Maria Luisa Taylor

VIA PHOTO : Richard Trannum
Photo From www.ktuu.com

Come and paint my world

Glorious rainbow

How lovely are your colours

I can sing to you rainbow

The rainbow of colors

I am sitting on a rainbow

I have this rainbow that no, 

One can see 

Are the most beautiful I’ve, 

ever seen

How wonderful you are, 

My beautiful rainbow

Fell like dancing under a.

rainbow

I see a rainbow

Come and paint my world. 

Let’s the colors warm my life.

by Maria Luisa Taylor

VIA PHOTO : Richard Trannum

Photo From www.ktuu.com

May72014
Just Beyond The Sunset

Just beyond the sunset
Someone waits for me
Just beyond the sunset
Lies my destiny
Where the purple mountains
Lie in deep tranquillity
There I’ll find the treasure
Of love eternally 

Just beyond the sunset
Waits someone so fair
Just beyond the sunset
All alone they wait there
Their hair is golden
The colour of the sand
Their eyes sparkle in the night
Like diamonds in your hand

Just beyond the sunset
Lies a home for me
Where the world is peaceful
Like a paradise should be
Just beyond the sunset
Someday is where you’ll find me


Written - July or Aug 1966 
David Harris


Title A beautiful sunset after a rainy day.
Photo by Apirdee Udomsak
07/05/2014

Just Beyond The Sunset

Just beyond the sunset

Someone waits for me

Just beyond the sunset

Lies my destiny

Where the purple mountains

Lie in deep tranquillity

There I’ll find the treasure

Of love eternally 

Just beyond the sunset

Waits someone so fair

Just beyond the sunset

All alone they wait there

Their hair is golden

The colour of the sand

Their eyes sparkle in the night

Like diamonds in your hand

Just beyond the sunset

Lies a home for me

Where the world is peaceful

Like a paradise should be

Just beyond the sunset

Someday is where you’ll find me

Written - July or Aug 1966 

David Harris

Title A beautiful sunset after a rainy day.

Photo by Apirdee Udomsak

07/05/2014

May52014
Someone’s Always Saying Goodbye……….Why do people fall in love And they end up cryingWhy do lovers walk away from themselvesWhen their hearts are breakingWhy does loving sometimes never stay longWhy does kissing this time Mean you’ll be goneWhy does gladness become sadnessThings that I don’t getSomeone’s always saying goodbyeI believe it hurts when we cryDon’t we know partings never so easyAnd with all the achings insideI believe some hearts won’t surviveTrying hard to pretend That we’re gonna be fineI could never really love Someone else but youI have never wanted anything else But a love so trueBut just like a dream That comes in the nightIn the morning you were out of my sightTurned away from meSadly as I seeAway from where I standWriter(s): Bob McdillArtist Lee Bogle

Someone’s Always Saying Goodbye……….

Why do people fall in love 
And they end up crying
Why do lovers walk away from themselves
When their hearts are breaking
Why does loving sometimes never stay long
Why does kissing this time 
Mean you’ll be gone
Why does gladness become sadness
Things that I don’t get

Someone’s always saying goodbye
I believe it hurts when we cry
Don’t we know partings never so easy
And with all the achings inside
I believe some hearts won’t survive
Trying hard to pretend 
That we’re gonna be fine

I could never really love 
Someone else but you
I have never wanted anything else 
But a love so true
But just like a dream 
That comes in the night
In the morning you were out of my sight
Turned away from me
Sadly as I see
Away from where I stand

Writer(s): Bob Mcdill

Artist Lee Bogle

1PM
And while I stood thereI saw more than I can tell,and I understood more than I saw;for I was seeing in a sacred mannerthe shapes of things in the spirit,and the shape of all shapes as they mustlive together like one being.~Black Elk, Black Elk Speaks Artist Unknown

And while I stood there
I saw more than I can tell,
and I understood more than I saw;
for I was seeing in a sacred manner
the shapes of things in the spirit,
and the shape of all shapes as they must
live together like one being.

~Black Elk, Black Elk Speaks 

Artist Unknown

1PM
The whisper………..My heart speaks softly, through reminiscing of past times and the kiss of your seemingly honey lips in the future. Your essence ram pages like a wild horsegalloping to find a fresh stream of water on a scorching summer day. Your love triumphs because of your commitment and zeal for life.. And because you encompass my love everyday…by Maeisha DurandArtist Lee Bogle
 
The whisper………..

My heart speaks softly, 
through reminiscing of past times 
and the kiss of your seemingly 
honey lips in the future. 
Your essence ram pages like a wild horse
galloping to find a fresh stream of water 
on a scorching summer day. 
Your love triumphs because of 
your commitment and zeal for life.. 
And because you encompass my love everyday…

by Maeisha Durand

Artist Lee Bogle

 

1PM
There is a road in the hearts of all of us, hidden and seldom traveled,which leads to an unkown, secret place.The old people came literally to love the soil,and they sat or reclined on the ground with a feeling of being close to a mothering power.Their teepees were built upon the earth and their altars were made of earth. The soul was soothing, strengthening, cleansing and healing.That is why the old Indian still sits upon the earth instead of propping himself up and away from its life giving forces.For him, to sit or lie upon the ground is to be able to think more deeply and to feel more keenly. He can see more clearly into the mysteries of life and come closer in kinship to other lives about him.~Chief Luther Standing Bear

There is a road in the hearts of all of us, hidden and seldom traveled,which leads to an unkown, secret place.
The old people came literally to love the soil,
and they sat or reclined on the ground with a feeling 
of being close to a mothering power.

Their teepees were built upon the earth and their altars were made of earth. The soul was soothing, strengthening, cleansing and healing.

That is why the old Indian still sits upon the earth instead 
of propping himself up and away from its life giving forces.
For him, to sit or lie upon the ground is to be able to think more deeply and to feel more keenly. He can see more clearly into the mysteries of life and come closer in kinship to other lives about him.

~Chief Luther Standing Bear

1PM
The Power Of LoveLove can change everything you have knownEverything you believe with this feeling shownA heart beating faster can make two people flyMake you walk on water in the twinkle of an eyeIt takes control of the heart, mind, body and soulThey fit that place deep inside to make you wholeThe elements together fire, earth, water and airAre nothing without love, in it they all shareWithout the one you love there is nothing it seemsTogether the strength can make hopes and dreamsA feeling so breathtakingly gentle lifts you up aboveThis natural passion comes with the power of love…..Artist Almas Gemelas

The Power Of Love

Love can change everything you have known
Everything you believe with this feeling shown
A heart beating faster can make two people fly
Make you walk on water in the twinkle of an eye

It takes control of the heart, mind, body and soul
They fit that place deep inside to make you whole
The elements together fire, earth, water and air
Are nothing without love, in it they all share

Without the one you love there is nothing it seems
Together the strength can make hopes and dreams
A feeling so breathtakingly gentle lifts you up above
This natural passion comes with the power of love…..

Artist Almas Gemelas

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