Month: March 2016

Photo101, Poetry

The Edges & Alignment of life.

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square sample of tile
octogan sample of tile
hugh whale model, looking at the edge of tail
hallway
Lincoln Memorial and the many edges of it

So many edges in life

Sometimes there just apart of your favorite memorial structures

Or an edge of a big humpback whale tail.

Or just maybe the edges are different and apart of sample tiles or a hallway that seems to go on and on forever.

How does one handle the many edges in life

does one simply just photograph them and tuck them away for another day.

Oh does one admire them everywhere they go and try not to take them for granted.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Photo101, Poetry

Seeing Double!

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Seeing double dalmations
seeing double while taing a picture
seeing double gray cars!

Seeing double wherever I go like I can’t seem to get away

from the two’s.

You can see two of me if I had a twin

but I am not so two of me is not out there

walking around, joking around.

There is just one of me but if there were two of me

how could the world handle that.

Two voices that would be powerful, stubborn and full of life.

But for now only one voice will have to do, but I do enjoy seeing double

every now and then.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

A friendship left behind!

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You sit alone next to our favorite tree

The tree we always met at to talk about our day.

I want to run up to you and take the sadness away

But you pushed me away last week and now I’m invisible

To you.

You turn as if you sense someone watching you

And you stare right at me and that sadness turns into anger

True resentment is written on your face.

And I’m confused for I did not do anything for this hate to be so strong  in you.

Can’t you see the love, the confused look in my eyes

And before I know what is happening I’m running to you depending you tell me what’s wrong.

Then I wake and realize it was just a nightmare to the ending I never got.

Because,  that day so long ago I left you all alone and everything else.

If only I could explain it now to you, then maybe you would understand and would forgive me.

However like past I’m history to you, an faded memory of our childhood.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

 

 

 

Photo101, Poetry

Views through Glass!

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a little bit of rain on the window
too much rain on the window
reflection of my camera, while taking a picture of the tree’s.
screen in window while taking a picture of my backyard trees.

 

 

sunset through the trees.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I see you through the walls you put up to keep them out.

I want you to know that no matter how many walls you

put up I will break them all down.

I know you seem to think being on your own will always be your way

to live without feeling disappointed but I know the truth.

You will smile again, and you will bring down all those walls.

Because living behind the glass is nice sometimes but there is so

much more outside those windows you avoid.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Photo101, Poetry

My Treasures!

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My childhood jewelry box
sideview of jewelry box.
more high school creative writing class
notes from my high school creative writing class

My treasures are small

Old and a gift.

They are there to remind me

I was once a child.

A teenage who was shy and

Was afraid to use my voice, to share my work.

But because of my treasures I have found my voice and I’m not afraid to share my words.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Happy Easter Everyone!

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You are my strength, my heart, my dreams.

My passion, because of you I am me.

A blessing, an hope, someone’s child, your child.

Who are you?

You are my Lord, you gave up your son so I

Can be free, to be forgiven of my sins and to be able to have a relationship with you.

So that I can have someone to turn to

When my days seem so dark and my hope is low.

To be able to find myself in this big world.

I am grateful and I am honored to celebrate this day because of you.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Weekend

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What do you mean to me

a time to relax and get lost in a book.

To laugh and enjoy a movie or two

To stop thinking and just let the day go by.

To have fun and let loose the stress of the week

from my shoulders.

To truly breath for once since the demands of beginning of the week.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Beauty come back to me!

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What started off so beautiful as the sunset

quickly turned so dark, and I couldn’t stop myself from walking right into the quicksand.

Soon it was dragging me down.

How did  I get so far away from  that beauty I once got so blinded by.

On a journey all on my own, I can’t let the darkness slip in through the

cracks of my life anymore.

So beauty when your ready to come back I will be waiting with  my lights on.

 

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2016 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Landscape & Cropping

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Riding by captured this lovely scene.
Hill
View of hill/trees

 

I didn’t see you coming as each shot was taken

and a new image was put up and then it was over.

And I stood there not knowing what just happened

but it was beautiful and real and more than I could ever imagine.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Your never going to get it

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No matter how many times I try to explain to you

it never seems to make sense or maybe you’ve forgotten

what I’ve said.

It just seems to go in one ear and out the other

but yet  you look at me like I’m not making sense.

And maybe that’s your way of saying you don’t care

and it’s time for me to just shut up and walk away

for your never going to get it.

And I refuse to stand here and waste my words on you.

So bye never going to get it, for I get it now and there’s no need for me to explain myself anymore.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Photo101, Poetry

The scale & observation of life.

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little Triceratops dinosaur on a scroll

 

Everything seems to be so big

And here I am so small in this big world

can you see me down here.

Trying to make it in this world

I yell and no one see’s or hears me, what am I to do.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Photo101, Poetry

Moment & Motion

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Like the fire you move me

And I wish I could say more.

As the night ends

Will I ever get another chance?

At a moment like this.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Bonfire

Photo101, Poetry

The view of Architecture

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A church in Washington D.C.

I look at you and I can see the history and time you went through.

You stand strong and hope someone will walk through your doors.

But they all walk by or drive by not thinking twice about you.

Your just another building to them and what is the point in looking at everything you pass by.

It will take up too much time and well they got places to go and people to see.

Your beauty and history and knowledge of things that have happened are not

their concerns.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Photo101, Poetry

Colors

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Colors oh how I love you

From the blends of colors in your favorite painting.

To breath taking views of sunsets or sunrises.

colors how you brighten my day or mood.

Yet, sometimes our eyes miss the colors that are right in front of our faces.

And we miss out on something great.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Read

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me like a book

each page will surprise, and shock you

the emotions will be all over the place.

But you will be so hooked, that you won’t be able to look away or stop reading.

As words appear on each page as my life continues to tell my story.

Series after series of how I have grown and what will happen and did it turn out the way I wanted it to.

And when it all comes down to the end of the book

you will go away with some tears down your face but you will also be happy.

For my ending will be so great.

 

Written by: Deirdre Stokes