Rapid Cool Running of Perpetual Motion

On May 13, 2018 By dancingpalmtreesIn Rapid Cool Running of Perpetual Motion, Rapid | The Daily Post, The Daily Post, The Daily Prompt, Uncategorized, Unique Forms of Continuity in Space by Umberto Boccioni1 Comment

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May 8, 2018

Rapid

Photograph of one of my favorite sculptures, “Unique Forms of Continuity in Space by Umberto Boccioni. Personally I called this guy, “Running Man.” No matter from what angle you capture him he always appears to be in perpetual motion. Even my blurry shots serve to promote his Mad Dash to who knows where?!! Also makes me think of the dance called the Running Man popular several years ago.

Into The Mystical Spring and Summer

On April 12, 2018April 12, 2018 By dancingpalmtreesIn Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the LORD rises upon you. Isaiah 60:1, Fusion Poetry, Hodgepodge Poetry, Into The Mystical Spring and Summer, Into the Mystical Wisdom of Song and Dance, Into The Mystics, Poems, Poetry, Prose and Poetry, The Daily Post, The Daily Prompt, Uncategorized6 Comments

Into The Mystical Spring and Summer

Into the Mystical Wisdom of Song and Dance

Eight Thousand Tongues giving praise in Bohemia by the Sea

A Landlocked nation filled with rivers, streams, lakes and ponds

Spring and Summer remain Captivating Muses awash in Wisdom, Knowledge and Creativity

Turn over this Tunic. This Fabric of Life. This Tapestry so Flora and Fauna may gaze upon it’s perfection of golden threads intertwined with the viewers Inward Light.

A Froth of Ocean sprang from Volcano Lava and ashes

We held out our Vessels to collect the Awakening Juices of Earth and Sky

Restart and Renew with Favor from Above

Daily the Seasons winter and Spring Churned in Battle each seeking to gain Victory over the Land

Transition from Frigid freezing cold cruel winter into Warmth of Spring

Young Fruitful Luminescent Spring Goddess emerged Victorious and once again the Land, field and earth burst into Green Goddess Colorful song with Trees and Flowers bringing forth fruit and flowers for the enjoyment of all.

Once again Life and Light have Thwarted death and darkness.

For I am the Joyful, Happy Cheerful Radiant Flâneuse who has set aside the bus and train to Meander through Meadows, walk across gardens of grace, fecund fields parks of plenty where green spaces abound. Sandy seashores with Sunny Skies! Gratefully Contemplating the Wonders of Spring and Summer!

Arise! Arise! Arise!

Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the LORD rises upon you. Isaiah 60:1

Study | The Daily Post

On January 15, 2018January 16, 2018 By dancingpalmtreesIn Sister Rosetta Tharpe, Uncategorized2 Comments

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Sister Rosetta Thrope

Ain’t Gonna Study War No More!!

Destiny Inhabits the Soul

On September 26, 2017August 25, 2017 By dancingpalmtreesIn Be-Bop, Hip-Hop, Inhabit, Jazz, John Coltrane, Let me take you on a Phonetic Poetic Photo journey via pictures and Verse, The Daily Post, The Daily Prompt, Thelonious Monk, Uncategorized8 Comments

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Aug 25, 2017

Inhabit

Let me take you on a Phonetic Poetic Photo journey via pictures and Verse.

Black is not something I do. It is who I am.

It is the place I inhabit and that which inhabits me.

Black is the space where ancestral spirits find place within my soul. It’s music inhabits my every thought and deed. From Be-Bop to Hip-Hop it’s all there never to be displaced no matter my current accommodations.

Calling me Journey. Sojourning for Truth. Ain’t I a Woman strong and fierce.

Calling me Traveler for I have inhabited many shores. I strode forth without ever leaving my home.

Home is the place that inhabits me. Every cut corner ragged edge begs to be filled. Silence inhabits uncharted symphonies of mindless cacophonies. Symphonic Blasts inhabit the Universe.

Museum paintings and sculptures inhabit three planes: Past, Present and Future. Transformation begins via viewers lending voices to long forgotten pasts. Silent Interiors speak Volumes but only the selected of the masses can hear its voice.

The butterfly leaps from Chrysalis thrust into Arboreal fields. In tune with Eternal Firefly beings.

Street Urban Art Inhabits dreary dry brutalist streetscapes revamping the atmosphere paying Silent Verbal Homage to fallen heroes kept from whited sepulchral one-sided gallery spaces.

The past inhabits the future while dullards look askance on those not like them. The past inhabits the present whilst clinging to a more hopeful future.

Past and current inhabitants on a collision course with destiny. Destiny inhabits the storm.

The Great Soul inhabits All Souls at birth yet flees from the wicked. Let Grace Abound.

Yes We Inhabit a strange land mystically inhabiting three spheres. Counterclockwise orbits inhabiting galaxies.

A Love Supreme in Search of Me.

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Aunt Carrie ~~ George Gordon’s Sister

This is a Tin Type photo of an unknown unnamed Ancestor

My Grandmother Eva Sophronia Gordon Palmer

My Aunt Thelma Palmer Varner

Me and the Borg at my old office job where I made more money and had a better life.

Jiffy Pop Popcorn

On August 13, 2017August 13, 2017 By dancingpalmtreesIn Jiffy Pop Popcorn, Jiffy | The Daily Post, The Daily Post, The Daily Prompt, Uncategorized19 Comments

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Aug 13, 2017

DAILY PROMPT

Jiffy

Growing up in the 1960s when we wanted popcorn Mom would bring out the Jiffy Pop, place it on the stove top and rotate it as the kernels popped into delicious fluffiness. There were no microwaves back then and even if they did exist we could not afford one. Mom did almost everything the old fashioned way.

As I was looking for images of Jiffy Pop Popcorn I was surprised to see that it is still sold. Brings back memories of simpler and happier times for Stephen and me.