
Peter From
Author | Photographer | Digital Artist | WordPress Designer | Web Editor
Occupation: Author, Photographer, Webdesigner, Editor
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2013-05-21 08:59:44 (7 comments, 1 reshares, 101 +1s)
Waiting
Serene, I fold my hands and wait,
Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea;
I rave no more 'gainst time or fate,
For lo! my own shall come to me.
I stay my haste, I make delays,
For what avails this eager pace?
I stand amid the eternal ways,
And what is mine shall know my face.
Asleep, awake, by night or day,
The friends I seek are seeking me;
No wind can drive my bark astray,
Nor change the tide of destiny.
What matter if I stand alone?
I wait with joy the coming years;
My heart shall reap where it hath sown,
And garner up its fruit of tears.
The waters know their own and draw
The brook that springs in yonder height;
So flows the good with equal law
Unto the soul of pure delight.
The stars come nightly to the sky;
The tidal wave unto the sea;... more »


2013-05-20 07:29:35 (42 comments, 11 reshares, 196 +1s)
Dancing
Dance the night away
For a beautiful dreaming
Meet your longing in a day
Like a daybreak beaming
Romantic feelings inside
That in night you found
Thru your day will glide
Till your dreams come around
Dance the night to heart
Find shades you adore
It’s a fresh morning start
Like your own wishing star
All the moods in the hour
From a moon-lited night
Is your blooming flower
In your romantic flight
Dance the night and find
What dreams are made of
Leave your worries behind
On dream wings and its love
If you still are in doubt
In a nighttime like this
Look at clouds far about
In their magic and bliss
––Peter S. Quinn
Edited in Photoshop CS6.


2013-05-20 16:02:58 (29 comments, 36 reshares, 230 +1s)
Photoshop Sunday
I do all my work in Photoshop (CS6 now) and I just want to say Happy Sunday to you all with this album reshare.
"Everything comes to us that belongs to us if we create the capacity to receive it."
––Rabindranath Tagore


2013-05-17 10:31:17 (57 comments, 11 reshares, 223 +1s)
Abandoned
You said you would never leave,
But then away you went.
Only to come back again,
I wish I knew what you meant,
When you said it was for good.
I wish I only knew that forever meant whenever,
And soon you would be gone again,
Are you going to come back again, ever?
You know where I am today?
I am sitting at our old house.
The one you used to live in with me,
And my sister, your daughter, my mother, your spouse.
Maybe you will never know the heartache you caused
Because you will never know me
You will never be my dad again.
Do you even remember how to be?
Well pops, I guess this is goodbye.
I won't talk to you again,
I won't see your face or the back of your head fading farther away.
Never ever, not now, not even then.
––Brooke OHaire
