The Magic of Painted Skies w/ JT & Mary

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  • LadyCherylDeath says:

    Hello JT And Mary!!! Let’s make fireworks tonight!!!

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  • Scotorum says:

    I avoided the fireworks and went for the beach at sunset instead. Smaller crowds, less noise and a different kind of sparks. ๐Ÿ˜‰ ๐Ÿ™„ :mrgreen:

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  • Barbara_K says:

    And of course I love painted skies of all kinds. Gorgeous theme and blog and poetry!

  • di710smiles says:

    Happy 4th of July to All~
    Smiles with love, shared..in heart:) :love:
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  • JTwho says:

    off the block
    taken by the heat
    now the Holiday
    gunna be a lil beat

  • Scotorum says:

    How about a painted stage? One of my favorite numbers from one of my favorite Xmas movies, Holiday Inn. Couldn’t find a copy to embed but here it is on UBoob itself – I hope and someone even colorized it http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QEy1PTi-leI

  • Angel Love says:

    Well, I had to go with the 1st of July, being Canadian ๐Ÿ˜†
    :love:

    ~

  • Mary Margaret says:

    Birthday of Angels

    Fireworks upon our heart

    Another time to Celebrate our

    Wings of freedom. This night

    of hope, united, our family, together

    A prayer for peace. Our family, this birth.

    A explosion of color, for you, our love on earth!

    MM-2010
    (c) MM-2010

  • Mary Margaret says:

    blow them suckers one by one
    explosion light
    as the sun
    see the beauty shine for all
    freedom flight till morning fall
    blow them suckers out in clear
    Happy Birthday.. to all and dear

    J.T. and MM 2011

  • Barbara_K says:

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    WITHIN THE PAINTED CANVAS

    Magic painted
    across the nighttime sky,
    my eyes adjusting
    to the splendor I see
    within the pinpoints
    painting the night
    with moonbeams
    and twinkling mythologies,
    recounted in patterns
    across the beyond,
    where the full moon
    meets midnight,
    in that place
    of my dreams.

    And as dawn meets the day
    and my eyes adjust once again,
    the hues and magical
    tones of sunrise
    paint the morningโ€™s eastern sky,
    boldly announcing
    the breaking of day
    in a brilliant symphony
    of crimson and gold.

    And within one eloquent moment,
    the dawn unfolds across
    the canvas of morning,
    the sun emerging through
    the darkness once more,
    breaking the silence
    that had rocked me to sleep,
    transporting me to that place
    that painted the sky
    with moonbeams and fairy dust
    and midnight magical dreams.

    (c) barbara kausteklis 7-4-11

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