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Beneath The Moonlight

Daydreamer

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Under the gleams of your smile, I sigh,
As the sky hums
And the moon cast its rays
On our wriggling bodies,
A tune of love plays just for the two of us
Its lyrics fathoms the link between us
And we loose ourselves to its melody.

Your eyes are golden in the moonshine,
And am trying to calculate the gradient of your lips,
That enslave me with their grandeur
The cool breeze caresses our cheeks,
I feel your heartbeat in the darkness
And its thrums pound in my head
When I hold you close in my arms.
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Your violins calm my anxiety,
As you pull my strings with your charmy bow,
Sending my heart into a trance
And makes my soul dance to a jig of heaven,
I slip into happiness,
The stars twinkle in harmony above us
Witnessing the construction of our love.
A poetic radiance glow on…

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Urban/Fine Art Photography – New York City

Edge of Humanity Magazine

This urban photography essay was submitted to Edge of Humanity Magazine by Fine Art Photographer Miriam Danar.

Vigilance of a purple bag. Upper West Side, New York. Vigilance of a purple bag.
Upper West Side, New York.

New York in the rain. A bus rushes somewhere. New York in the rain. A bus rushes somewhere.

I love a rainy day. Grand Central. I love a rainy day. Grand Central.

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New York from above. A new perspective. New York from above. A new perspective.

6 PM, mon amour. 6 PM, mon amour.

Coffee on the way. AnyStreet, New York. Coffee on the way. AnyStreet, New York.

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City of stained glass. Cafe in Harlem. City of stained glass. Cafe in Harlem.

New York in the rain. Headlights in my window. New York in the rain. Headlights in my window.

There are eight million stories in the naked city. There are eight million stories in the naked city.

Click on any image to see Miriam’s portfolio galleries.

Just another night in the city. Just another night in the city.

Study in abstraction. Fruits of a street vendor. Study in abstraction. Fruits of a street vendor.

See also:

Art Work Galleries

New York Skyline

By Miriam Danar


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Directive to the Circumspect Texan

O at the Edges

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Directive to the Circumspect Texan

When the vowel trips through the consonant and knots
the tongue, remember this: artifice. A making. In one

hand, a knife. On the table, cured flesh and fermented
products. Imagine uncertain lighting, laughter, a narrow

opening and the uphill walk three days into the parametric
world of occlusion. Tell no untruths. Mention refrigerators

and your proficiency with duck. Admit failure and order
a second pilz. Listen. Discuss heat and issues of space,

personnel logistics and the pleasure of July departures.
Cite advertising and Ashbery. Savor what is rightly not

yours. Embrace inadequacy. Forego dessert. Express
true gratitude. Say y’all. Shake hands. Find the door.

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“The light that falls through the cracks”…

Eye Will Not Cry

Please welcome Owen as my latest Guest Poet!

You can read more of Owen’s words here: http://sensualism.me/

If you would like to be a Guest Poet, please email me your poem to eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers

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Butterfly in shimmering light,

Garden blooming in new season.

Kookaburra, sitting, soulful –

Poignant is the far horizon.

Orchid flowers, life awakens,

The day grows ever longer.

Shadows present,

Sunshine alightens,

Prodigious is her effort, action.

Human in kind,

Love we find

In simple, pleasant things.

Far horizon, ever closer,

Droplets they descend.

Life, we wish to never end,

The day draws near,

We transcend.

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