Photo's by Mark R. Day taken with a Cannon Power Shot SX100 IS 3/29/2011
Copyright by Mark R. Day all rights reserved
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Photo " Grey Lady in a Garden "
Photo by Mark R. Day
Copyright by Mark R. Day all rights reserved 3-24-2011
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Poem "Her Lap"
Warm, welcoming, and safe this familiar lair, my retreat in time of fear
kept snuggled tightly, in protecting grasp, from storm and worldly strife.
Engulfed in love that will not end nor ever be forsworn.
In grandma's lap, a place of joy, I yearn to hide once more.
Written by Mark R. Day 3-23-2011
copyrighted by Mark R. Day, all rights reserved
kept snuggled tightly, in protecting grasp, from storm and worldly strife.
Engulfed in love that will not end nor ever be forsworn.
In grandma's lap, a place of joy, I yearn to hide once more.
Written by Mark R. Day 3-23-2011
copyrighted by Mark R. Day, all rights reserved
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
"American Existentialism"
Ruinous, resentful, resilient greed, thy presence so repulsive to men of humanity.
An unwholesome pretentious poison which engulfs the weaker soul,
which once foully sickened, by love for possessions, loses all compassion.
Oh! defining moment,
The dye is cast!
The way is made!
The essence wrapped in Shadow thus bursts forth.
An eager mind; emotionless and ruled by empirical disdain
Inhumanity and pointless selfishness
Punctuated with willful indifference to all
A free-will choice; proclaimed in a booming voice
crys "Freedom has won the day; now let natural law be fulfilled"
For once conceived and existence proved; in truth I am fully formed.
Perfected to reign, through the power of self and unmoved by the pain of the world.
Written by Mark Day 3-22-2011
Copyright by Mark Day all rights reserved
An unwholesome pretentious poison which engulfs the weaker soul,
which once foully sickened, by love for possessions, loses all compassion.
Oh! defining moment,
The dye is cast!
The way is made!
The essence wrapped in Shadow thus bursts forth.
An eager mind; emotionless and ruled by empirical disdain
Inhumanity and pointless selfishness
Punctuated with willful indifference to all
A free-will choice; proclaimed in a booming voice
crys "Freedom has won the day; now let natural law be fulfilled"
For once conceived and existence proved; in truth I am fully formed.
Perfected to reign, through the power of self and unmoved by the pain of the world.
Written by Mark Day 3-22-2011
Copyright by Mark Day all rights reserved
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Photo "The White Rosette Window"
Taken by Mark R. Day using a Cannon Power Shot SX100IS from back of house, Lynchburg, VA
3-19-2011
Copyright by Mark R. Day all rights reserved
Monday, March 14, 2011
Photo "Clouds"
Taken by Mark R. Day using a Cannon Power Shot SX110IS looking at the Peaks of Otter, Blue Ridge Mountains, in Bedford County Virginia
Copyright March 11, 2011 by Mark R. Day all rights reserved
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Poem "Fire Light and Patriotism"
Deep are the evening shadows, the sun has gone to rest
The camp is now so peaceful, the drummers beat is stilled.
Crisp and bright the camp fire, with primeval power possessed,
Calling forth the human passions, that form our inner core.
A shared experience this firelight, which reminds us of the past
and stiring in our bosoom memories of those who came before.
Soon wind doth press the flaring flame, to extend a warming touch.
and mark this place a hallowed hall of sky, of tree, and earth
Oh! wholesome power of remembrance, the mind in free fall knows
sanctify those that stood here once
and marked their fate by service unswayed in firm intent
they stand with us together an interwoven band.
and defend this place, our piece of sacred land
The camp is now so peaceful, the drummers beat is stilled.
Crisp and bright the camp fire, with primeval power possessed,
Calling forth the human passions, that form our inner core.
A shared experience this firelight, which reminds us of the past
and stiring in our bosoom memories of those who came before.
Soon wind doth press the flaring flame, to extend a warming touch.
and mark this place a hallowed hall of sky, of tree, and earth
Oh! wholesome power of remembrance, the mind in free fall knows
sanctify those that stood here once
and marked their fate by service unswayed in firm intent
they stand with us together an interwoven band.
and defend this place, our piece of sacred land
Poem "Pale Moon of Love"
Waning moon, thy pale figure sails on a sea of color as morning break
Your light in slow steps dissolving in the face of dawns approach.
Like a lover, who in dream like state, diminishes as the sleeper awakes
Depart thy sickled brow bent in shape of cupids bow
Thee fade quickly from my sight, but are present all the same
Though hidden by the overwhelming light, that brightest day bestows
You remain forever there for me engraved upon my heart
Then come the night, thy face will ere return
Oh beloved moon, I swoon, I swoon
For there thee rise and how thy face, is such a grace to me
Pale and Pure, I do behold thee, Oh! symbol of all joy.
Written by Mark R. Day 3/10/2011 Copyright Mark R. Day all rights reserved
Your light in slow steps dissolving in the face of dawns approach.
Like a lover, who in dream like state, diminishes as the sleeper awakes
Depart thy sickled brow bent in shape of cupids bow
Thee fade quickly from my sight, but are present all the same
Though hidden by the overwhelming light, that brightest day bestows
You remain forever there for me engraved upon my heart
Then come the night, thy face will ere return
Oh beloved moon, I swoon, I swoon
For there thee rise and how thy face, is such a grace to me
Pale and Pure, I do behold thee, Oh! symbol of all joy.
Written by Mark R. Day 3/10/2011 Copyright Mark R. Day all rights reserved
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Poem "Summit"
Few are the number
who gain the mountain top.
Most have not the power
and quickly come to stop.
And jealous are these many
who fail to make their way.
So bitter and uncourageous
only emptiness in their heart.
they see no revelation
no route to soulful peace
they have no love for brother
self indulgence is their goal
and so they wonder lost
within a sable stole
Solemn dissolution
no glory do they gain.
They fail to feel the power
as majesty unfolds.
For only at the summit
can truth be finally learned.
They accepted an imitation
so hollow and incomplete.
They are seeking for an answer
but have lost all sense of truth.
No longer are they worthy
their hopes fulfilled by sin.
They have failed to be truly faithful
and do not keep the path.
In sadness do I mourn them
they are sure to see the pit.
For they have shunned the door to safety
as heaven had been within their reach.
Written 3/6/2011 by Mark R. Day (comments on a sermon)
Copyright by Mark R. Day all rights reserved
who gain the mountain top.
Most have not the power
and quickly come to stop.
And jealous are these many
who fail to make their way.
So bitter and uncourageous
only emptiness in their heart.
they see no revelation
no route to soulful peace
they have no love for brother
self indulgence is their goal
and so they wonder lost
within a sable stole
Solemn dissolution
no glory do they gain.
They fail to feel the power
as majesty unfolds.
For only at the summit
can truth be finally learned.
They accepted an imitation
so hollow and incomplete.
They are seeking for an answer
but have lost all sense of truth.
No longer are they worthy
their hopes fulfilled by sin.
They have failed to be truly faithful
and do not keep the path.
In sadness do I mourn them
they are sure to see the pit.
For they have shunned the door to safety
as heaven had been within their reach.
Written 3/6/2011 by Mark R. Day (comments on a sermon)
Copyright by Mark R. Day all rights reserved
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Photo "Moon adrift on a sea of color"
Photo by Mark R. Day 6:10 am 3/2/2011 near Liberty High School
taken with Cannon Power Shot SX100IS
copyright by Mark R. Day all rights reserved
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Poem "The Play"
The veil of night's darkness
on the razor's edge doth stand.
Giving way oh so slowly
as new luminescence reveals the land
The dawn of a new age
for each day starts afresh.
Riddled with warm colors
most resplendent in their hue.
Sweet lavender and saffron
amid the cobalt cloak.
Like music to the senses
splay down upon the earth.
All cares flee the sunrise
as Earth's curves are laid bare.
The warming smile of daylight
The warming smile of daylight
brings life forth from its repose.
No audience shall acclaim it
the play is too sublime
So simple and so perfect
so common is the tale
Yet so infinite a story
of life, truth, and rebirth.
Written by Mark R. Day 3/1/2011
copyright by Mark R. Day all rights reserved
of life, truth, and rebirth.
Written by Mark R. Day 3/1/2011
copyright by Mark R. Day all rights reserved
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