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I am not giving up!


Progress

Today is a new day and I woke up with the firm decision of not throwing in the towel! There is far too much energy invested in this blog to let it stay the way it is now.

I am lucky to have printed out my posts along the way… I’m going to pull out those files and work through each category one by one and try as much as possible to reinsert the photos. It’s going to be a lengthy process and hope you’ll be patient with me until I’ll finish the task and get back to my regular pace 🙂

I cannot thank all of you enough for the massive response of solidarity in my plight. I hadn’t expected it, we live in a generation where time is counted & goes too fast but you were all here trying to help with tips, ideas & information.

You have all my gratitude!

I still have a load to learn… the first thing is to get acquainted with reducing the photo size to save space, it sounds strange & complicated but I’ll get through this one too. Next, I have to eventually create a oawritingspoemspaintings2 as a blogger suggested. I posted too many videos apparently thus shortening my blog space.

A big thank you once again. I hope you’ll bear with me until this is over and done with 🙂

Through the seasons of life


crunching under the burden... ©copyright2013owpp

crunching under the burden…
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Leaving early in the morn
Your heart heavy yet light
With hope…

You travel the void of
Subways and commuters,
Walk through dead leaves
Crunching under the burden
Imposed…

Greeted by a lambent
Welcome, a twinkle thick
With enthusiasm you whisper
a small prayer for the tiny
Warm hand

Fitting trustingly yours,
Unaware of the odyssey in
Its genesis unconcerned
About the accessories…
A prerequisite

For endurance as he walks
through the seasons of life
The arteries…

Of his universe

Coldplay – Atlas (Hunger Games: Catching Fire)(Lyric)


Here’s a most enthralling, hypnotizing, mesmerizing and soothing Coldplay song 😉
Enjoy it!

Published on Sep 6, 2013
Atlas (from The Hunger Games: Catching Fire Soundtrack) available to download now http://smarturl.it/ColdplayAtlasiT Film in cinemas everywhere November 22, 2013
Category
Music
License
Standard YouTube License

My underrated petiole 1989-Adjusted 2013 With French original text as Ma fane sous-estimĂ©e.


my underrated petiole ©copyright2013owpp

my underrated petiole
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My underrated petiole
———————–

Dear companion
Faithful and silent
Thirsty and available
I come to you

At most painful
Times, less credible.
Offering my pain
My joy, the apex

Of my acception.
You listen with
Dead calm
Free from ridicule

Never mocking
Those moments
To traverse.
Deride my fantasies

Bursts, eruptions
Torrent of words
Spurting in dander
Joy or beatitude

You are here
And drink.
Take me as I am
Without judging

Or ulterior motives
Attentive to every call
Day or night
Never fail.

Impartial, always
At my side in
A thousand ways.
My faithful sheet.

Companion of my
Atlantis, serene
At all trials
Or abuse of this


Underrated page.
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Ma fane sous-estimée
————————

ChĂšre compagne
FidĂšle et silencieuse
Assoiffée et disponible
Je viens Ă  toi

Aux moments les plus
Pénibles, moins crédible.
Offrant mes peines,
Mes joies, l’apogĂ©e

De mon acception.
Tu Ă©coutes avec
Un calme plat.
Libre du ridicule

Sans jamais moquer
Ces moments
A traverser,
Railler mes fantaisies

Mes Ă©clats, irruptions
Torrents de mots
Jaillissant, tout en fureur
Joie folle ou béatitude

Tu es lĂ , tu bois
Me prends
Comme je suis
Sans juger

Ou arriÚres pensées
Attentive Ă  tout appelles
Jour ou nuit
Tu n’as jamais fui.

Impartial, toujours
A mes cÎtés
Par milles façon.
Ma feuille fidĂšle

Compagne de mon
Atlantis, sereine
A toute Ă©preuves
Ou abus, de cette


Page si méconnu.

My twin sister Dec. 2011 English poem with its French original text


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twin sister
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Forever the lives of our two families intermingle.
In my mind there is no “I, You, They” We are one.
Although we have chosen different paths, my heart inhabits boundless love for all of us.
In my universe, where love primes, there is no judgment. There are images of two parallel lives, with
souls merging, while remaining one hundred percent faithful to one’s own personality.
I am grateful to have experienced it so far.

My twin sister
—————–

Unique friendship
Twin sister
The space of a day
A breath away

I conjugated
The verb “love“
All individuals
Interweaving
Fashioning a Madonna

The movie of our lives
Scrolls ad infinitum
In my restless mind
Imbibed with love

Since always
My heart belongs to you
Your life, I hold
In the palm of my hand

Up in my tower
In the trough of my universe
I sing for you verses
Protecting you with all my being

You gave
Without counting
You have nourished
Blessed my life

My soul begged
Parched
You insufflate
To resuscitate it

Generous and tender
Passionate and devoted
The well deserved title
Comes to you henceforth

You are my angel
You are my angle
You are such,

My twin sister!

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Ma soeur jumelle
——————-

Unique amitié
Soeur jumelle
Par l’espace d’un jour
A l’écart d’un souffle

J’ai conjuguĂ©
Le verbe “aimer”
Toutes les personnes
S’entremeler
Façonnant une Madone

Le film de nos vies
DĂ©file Ă  l’infini
Dans mon esprit agité
D’amour imbiber

Depuis toujours
Mon cƓur t’appartient
Ta vie je la tiens
Dans la paume de ma main

En haut dans ma tour
Aux creux de mon univers
Je te chante des vers
Te protĂ©geant de tout mon ĂȘtre

Tu m’as donnĂ©e
Sans compter
Tu m’as nourrie
BĂ©ni ma vie

Mon ùme supplié
Comme une assoiffée
Tu as insufflé
Pour la ressusciter

Généreuse et tendre
Passionnée et dévouée
Le titre bien mérité
Te viens désormais

Tu es mon ange
Tu es mon angle
Tu es telle,

Ma sƓur jumelle !

The impracticality of distance February 1996 readjusted to a prose January 2013


Lido 2012 ©copyright2013owpp

Lido 2012
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Those are writings from the 1990’s which I thought I’d never use due to my
lack of experience then, in writing but to my delight and surprise ( I do
surprise even myself! ) I got down to work on Sunday, took the core and changed
it totally using the words that cried out in attention and putting it in a prose
versus the article it was. I was astonished and

pleased at the result which shows, there is always a time for anything we write,
given we have patience and believe anything is possible with a drop of will 🙂

The impracticality of distance
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One O’clock
All is silent
Each one
Long gone
In their own
Planet of dreams

My mind floats
To many ports
One of them yours.
I think how
Far away
You too are long gone

In your world
Your vision
Inhabiting one
So strange to me.
Doing those same things
Void of mystery.

Eventful or not
Working, unwinding
So simple, so alive
What life is all about.
Practical
And tumultuous.

The ink flows
On my pages
Engraving words
Buried deep
Silence surrounding
This cubicle of thoughts.

Trying to make sense
Of life, of my love
For you.
They are there
Fooling me
Appeasing you

Erasing the,
Impracticality
The impossibility
Of distance.
Secrets of the night,
Leaving the world

Of darkness
Drifting toward
Daylight waking
To sunshine
Bracing a day
With the stamina

Of a professional.
Cold sometimes
Suppressing it,
Wanting to bury
Under covers
Your ingenuity.

Recognizable
Routine
To the bare eyes
Yet different.
By the impracticality
Of distance.

The Clean slate- Prose- May 1993- Readjusted on January 2013


Giverny 2011 ©copyright2013owpp

Giverny 2011
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Clean slate
————

He turns
In despair
Facing the sky
Not knowing why

Asking for,
Intelligence
To read
The signals

Take care
Rest his soul
Abandon
The fear

Control
The changes
The unknown
Till where

How far
It will go
Understand
The wandering

Misunderstand
What appears
To be evil
Lose harshness

To the abyss
Love with
His heart
Not blabber

Tell them, listen
Validate
His own.
Erasing

Invalidity
Wanting
The energy
Long forgotten

Sucked
In a porthole.
Concentrate
On the finer

Larger, fitter
Worthier.
Feeling
Those moments

Those things
That come back
As delicate
As a blow

Of the wind
On his face.
The shivers
Along his spine

The burning
A clean slate.
Consigned
To oblivion

Dismissed
From his mind
A loss of
Consciousness

Obliterated
From his percipience.
Time, the father
Of wisdom

He lets it
Run its course.
Normalcy
His lease.

Prayer in his heart
Straight to the
First pages
Of his book

Of patience
Toward his life.
Need him
Need them

Family, friends
Children encompassing
Their love, his love.
Circumvent

The laws, accepting…

Nature

An interlude 2010 ( A special encounter with nature’s perfection )


This was a very special encounter with nature’s perfection, which I called…

Dark & crimson... ©copyright2013owpp

Dark & crimson…
©copyright2013owpp

An interlude
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It is consumed and depleted that I take my car and drive the highway to reach the most exquisite ” nature spot “.

I avow. It’s not what you have in mind, when I call it by that name, but to me, it’s been the paradise I seek, when my body and soul need some healing. When it’s battered and drained from a festivity, a birth or just plain life.

It’s been twenty five years, I’ve been cradled, cushioned and protected by it’s relaxed surroundings.

I take the first exit. It slows my pace and introduces me to the quality, the heartbeat of earth. It is, by now, a ritual.The roads become narrower, cows graze the fields on either sides, houses get smaller…
I ride at my leisure passing a huge forest, the road darkening under the shadow of the tall, strong and sturdy trees. A minutes rest for my eyes against the glare of daylight and I’ve arrived at my destination.

I am greeted by a big splash of, light and dark grey ( the clouds! ) surrounded by different tones of green but, for the exception of a short straight line of dark crimson in the distance.
The lake is still. As in wait.Dark clouds loom low. Thunder rumbles in the distances.

We are, Sunday the ninth of May two thousand and ten.

The weather is perfect for me. I know I’ll have the park all to myself. People shy away from rain, whereas sunshine, makes me look for more isolated spaces. Armed with my umbrella, I take a purposeful stride and go on my usual itinerary. Which is,walking around the lake, starting on the right side.

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Calmness, descends upon my soul, and joy fills up to the brim. I take a deep breath and glance appreciatively at the willow trees, bowing down gracefully to natures caprice.
The surroundings invite me to loosen every nerve and muscle in my body. Tensions gradually dissipates.
I go on and find, a high and wide bush of dark pink Rhododendrons in full bloom, wishing I was a skillful painter to capture on a canvas those vivid colors. But instead, I ” fish ” out of my pocket a digital camera and seize natures imprints.

Every corner of this park is embedded with memories. Some very old and some fairly recent. Just a few feet away, I see myself twenty years ago on my due date, resting on the grass, dozing off, anticipation buried deep, in the upcoming birth of our son. Further on, I climb up, a trickle of a path and find myself perched on a man-made ridge and admire the full view of the lake and forest, remembering summer days when the weather is warm and the park “buzzed” with people as bees in a hive, and enjoying this setting being as remote as one could wish for. The ones staying long enough were those looking for what I’d come for and respected the veil of peace protecting it.

I could nearly call it my own.

I absorb this special moment of tranquility and go rushing down the other side of the slope, welcomed by the scents of, Pine trees, shrubs of Yew, Laurel, Thuja, Spruce and berberry in bloom dangling as orange bells or tear drops. Every color blending, one in another. Apple green to yellow, vivid and dark green…A small bush of white Rhododendrons lying low at the back, surprises the wondering gaze.
My eyes skip from one to the other, afraid of missing out a tint. A hue.

I feel like a child in a sweet shop. Wanting to take everything in sight, stuff it in my pockets or, treasure it in the folds of a precious well used book. But again, what I do is fill my digital, feed my ” chip ” with every shape imaginable, a delicate nerve on a leaf, a tone, a glow, a bark, and if it were possible, the passion felt for so much splendor, trapped within the chambers of my heart, now released and free to take whichever path it chooses.

I saunter along, feeling blessed as I see the dark clouds, gaping and letting escape from it’s grip, a strong beam of sunlight, flooding at my feet. I close my eyes in delight at the unexpected warmth crossing my eyelids, my face. This game of hide and seek, keeps recurring throughout the day.

Knowing this place as the palm of my hand, I realize, it’s the first time, I’ve ever seen it through this angle.
Every season has it’s moment. It comes, goes. We capture it and are the sole witnesses of this living magnificence.
The breathing pattern of nature is diverse. Dependable on many factors. One of them, man’s respect towards it.

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As I walk on, I gaze at a big, sturdy red beech tree, the rusty tinge on it’s leaves catch the light, branches hang protectively over two wooden tables and benches, for people to find shade and enjoy a picnic between friends or family. I observe the narrow path, leading to the forest, not daring to venture, just in case I might miss out on something more exiting. The lake maybe, and its reflection, the ducks swimming, indifferent to life’s constant changes, the breeze ruffling the landscape, the rare passer-by, nodding in acknowledgement…

So, I go back to the paved foot-way and go on my designed route.
As I amble, a stream of trees pass-by my eyes as in a parade. Straight, tall and ready to the order. Birch trees with it’s characteristic white bark, Oak and Beech trees, Hornbeam and plane trees… I feel happy and dizzy. I have no doubt. Nature is where we belong.

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A little bit further is the football terrain and Lilac ” laces ” daintily the contour. A few meters on, a Holly bush, gives a Christmas touch even though months have long gone by. An Elder plant, Viburnum and Cornus all present, a wilder aspect of nature. They’re rough looking shrubs. Whereas the pink blooming of Weigelia, is a palette of sophistication and delicacy. Every step taken, is the discovery of yet, another marvel. There is never a moment of boredom. It’s a sheer delight to the contemplator.

I finally find ” our ” ghost tree which is a weeping Nootkacypress, looking like a pine tree with needles literally ” dripping ” to the ground in a haunted way. It has it’s place of honor. Right in the middle of the mini-golf. A popular national pass-time.

Being here feels like being part of a big painting project. Which unravels along the path, bit by bit, piece by piece of composed beauty, which I collect and stick together at the end, when I go back to reality. Being given the opportunity and privilege to create my (inner) masterpiece. The one I’ll pull out from my secret draw and indulge into, for a fleeting moment.

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I shake myself from my reverie and cross the narrow railway designed for the small steam train, ( taking children who tire easily on the way ) and recognize bamboo on the corner and Wisteria climbing up a shack.
The air is fresh and crisp. Nature unfolds itself to me. Ribes, Horse chestnut, False Holly… My lungs take in a maximum of pure oxygen then, on my right, I step unto the magical and airy sight of a field of Dandelions ready to blow away by it’s first gust of wind.

I notice on my left, a young lonesome, fragile Cherry tree, bending under the pressures of the elements. Further, a carpet of daisies greet me as the confirmation to a harsh winters closure.
I finally pass those red Beech trees with it’s crimson leaves I had noticed at the entrance and became aware of a dream coming to it’s end. I was lucky to have come at a very special time of the year. The moment, nature opens up his palette to the few and the privileged.

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I give one last glance, before tearing myself away from a scenery I felt complete with the time, of what seemed, like the trajectory of a shooting star, promising myself to replenish my soul whenever I feel the need, and not wait for my mind and body to scream in desperation.
I find, gladly, the warmth and coziness of my car and drive back to my loved ones, a new person. Refreshed, vibrant and energized. Ready to embrace life in all it’s facets.

Yet… In wait for the next, interlude.