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Lekiss

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joined on 01/19/06
last updated 05/13/08
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Reflections and Hopes

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The Oak Tree

Rain at Night.....Under the Oak....Whispering breezes....Rustling leaves....Booming Thunder...Creaking limbs....Pattering rain....Hush listen... Lekiss
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Water Peace

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Swimming through Life

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Garden Goddess

This is soooo Cool
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A Bit About Me just a Bit

Gender
Female
Age
46
Location
about me
I am Silly & Serious in Alternating Waves of Chaotic Wonder...I am an artist of many media & poet.
I am open book yet an enigma...... I used to be a Nurse and have studied medicine it seems for all my life now it studies me(long story)
I love gardening give me a seed and I will plant it......generally I'm a lover of all of nature. My interests are numerous somewhat like a library of many books.
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Hope

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Kind Words

July 23, 2007
LeKiss is truly an amazing person to know. She has not only been through a bunch of stuff herself, but she's also been there for other people who have been through it as well. When I was having a hard time she was there for me even when I couldn't really be there for me or her. I really appreciate that about her.
February 15, 2007
This Goddess Rocks!!

She sh♥♥ts from the hip with love and humor and a gorgeous ammount of wit!

I Love Her!!!

Blessings showered upon her from Middle Earth

January 29, 2007
im so glad you are back!!!!

i missed you while you were away!

no matter what you have going on you always take the time to make me laugh or smile, and its always nice having a friend i can be both serious and crazy with.
PLUS we are both from oklahoma LOL:)
thanks for all the good times!
January 17, 2007
What a sexy lady.
You have to see her......
You Tube videos.
They a hilarious.
Boy if I could only......
See those.......
Funny videos.
I would........
Laugh so hard.

Seriously She is awesome.
Unsu...
 
January 14, 2007
Leslie..A fiesty...private...honest woman that I am honoured to call friend,oh, and a damn good gardener too.
March 7, 2006
You sso crazy !
Leslie, you without fail continue ta put a smile on my ugly mug daily!
You rock !
March 6, 2006
I am soo happy to have come across Leslie!!
Truely makes me laugh.
It's a joy to browse her work!! Colorful light!
xxoxoxoxo
****smooches to Leslie****
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Sweet Child of Moon Beams

Sweet child of moonbeams

Searching ore lost lands.

For the simple secrets of being.

Scraps of arcane wisdom.

Beliefs of old unfurled.

In unison all hearts are one.

Overwrought paths simplified.

Naked beneath a brilliant sun.

Rapturous while burning

Astounded by epiphanies.

Cherish again life's rhythm.

Beguiled by the Universe .

A pebble, a gift to hold precious.

Falling then holding hope to rise.

Peace a quest, precious when found.

Like the Heart and Mother Earth.

Lekiss © 2005


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The Lady of Shallot

I am enamoured with this painting by John William Waterhouse and the tale that inspired it...she hangs upon my bedroom wall ...reminding me we must all take a leap of faith for ourselves and love despite the possiblity of falling.
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The Lady of Shallot History, Poem, Music

The Lady of Shalott is a magical being who lives alone on an island upstream from King Arthur's Camelot. Her business is to look at the world outside her castle window in a mirror, and to weave what she sees into a tapestry. She is forbidden by the magic to look at the outside world directly. The farmers who live near her island hear her singing and know who she is, but never see her.

The Lady sees ordinary people, loving couples, and knights in pairs reflected in her mirror. One day, she sees the reflection of Sir Lancelot riding alone. Although she knows that it is forbidden, she looks out the window at him. The mirror shatters, the tapestry flies off on the wind, and the Lady feels the power of her curse.

An autumn storm suddenly arises. The lady leaves her castle, finds a boat, writes her name on it, gets into the boat, sets it adrift, and sings her death song as she drifts down the river to Camelot. The locals find the boat and the body, realize who she is, and are saddened. Lancelot prays that God will have mercy on her soul.


This is one of Tennyson's most popular poems. The Pre-Raphaelites liked to illustrate it. Waterhouse made three separate paintings of "The Lady of Shalott". Agatha Christie wrote a Miss Marple mystery entitled "The Mirror Crack'd From Side to Side", which was made into a movie starring Angela Lansbury.
Tirra Lirra by the River, by Australian novelist Jessica Anderson, is the story of a modern woman's decision to break out of confinement.

Which I have DONE just recently done. I also discovered a Musical Wonder , Loreena McKennitt who sings the ballad by Tennyson with her harp in an ethereal way. It was by chance I found her and surprise to hear this song.


On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And through the field the road runs by
To many-towered Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
The island of Shalott.

Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Through the wave that runs forever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four gray walls, and four gray towers,
Overlook a space of flowers.
And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shalott.

By the margin, willow-veiled,
Slide the heavy barges trailed
By slow horses; and unhailed
The shallop flitteth silken-sailed
Skimming down to Camelot:
But who hath seen her wave her hand?
Or at the casement seen her stand?
Or is she known in all the land,
The Lady of Shalott?

Only reapers, reaping early
In among the bearded barley,
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly,
Down to towered Camelot;
And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers " 'Tis the fairy
Lady of Shalott."

There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colors gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.

And moving through a mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year,
Shadows of the world appear.
There she sees the highway near
Winding down to Camelot;
There the river eddy whirls,
And there the surly village churls,
And the red cloaks of market girls,
Pass onward from Shalott.

Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,
An abbot on an ambling pad,
Sometimes a curly shepherd lad,
Or long-haired page in crimson clad,
Goes by to towered Camelot;
And sometimes through the mirror blue
The knights come riding two and two:
She hath no loyal knight and true,
The Lady of Shalott.

But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights,
For often through the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights
And music, went to Camelot;
Or when the moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed:
"I am half sick of shadows," said
The Lady of Shalott.

A bowshot from her bower eaves,
He rode between the barley sheaves,
The sun came dazzling through the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A red-cross knight forever kneeled
To a lady in his shield,
That sparkled on the yellow field,
Beside remote Shalott.

The gemmy bridle glittered free,
Like to some branch of stars we see
Hung in the golden Galaxy.
The bridle bells rang merrily
As he rode down to Camelot;
And from his blazoned baldric slung
A mighty silver bugle hung,
And as he rode his armor rung,
Beside remote Shalott.

All in the blue unclouded weather
Thick-jeweled shone the saddle leather,
The helmet and the helmet-feather
Burned like one burning flame together,
As he rode down to Camelot;
As often through the purple night,
Below the starry clusters bright,
Some bearded meteor, trailing light,
Moves over still Shalott.

His broad clear brow in sunlight glowed;
On burnished hooves his war horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flowed
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
As he rode down to Camelot.
From the bank and from the river
He flashed into the crystal mirror,
"Tirra lirra," by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot.

She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces through the room,
She saw the water lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She looked down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror cracked from side to side;
"The curse is come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shalott.

In the stormy east wind straining,
The pale yellow woods were waning,
The broad stream in his banks complaining,
Heavily the low sky raining
Over towered Camelot;
Down she came and found a boat
Beneath a willow left afloat,
And round about the prow she wrote
The Lady of Shalott.

And down the river's dim expanse
Like some bold seër in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance–
With a glassy countenance
Did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.

Lying, robed in snowy white
That loosely flew to left and right–
That leaves upon her falling light–
Through the noises of the night
She floated down to Camelot;
And as the boat-head wound along
The willowy hills and fields among,
They heard her singing her last song,
The Lady of Shalott.

Heard a carol, mournful, holy,
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
Till her blood was frozen slowly,
And her eyes were darkened wholly,
Turned to towered Camelot.
For ere she reached upon the tide
The first house by the waterside,
Singing in her song she died,
The Lady of Shalott.

Under tower and balcony
By garden wall and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
Dead-pale between, the houses high,
Silent into Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and burgher, lord and dame,
And round the prow they read her name,
The Lady of Shalott

Who is this? and what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
And they crossed themselves for fear,
All the knights at Camelot
But Lancelot mused a little space;
He said, "She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,

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Open the Door Be Who You Are

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To My Friends

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Welcome to my Garden

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I Once Had a Rose Garden