Sunday MorningPosted: May 14, 2023 Filed under: Entertainment, Poetry | Tags: automobile, BDSM, British, D/s, dievca, Humor, photo, poem, Sunday 1 Comment
Down the road someone is practising scales,
The notes like little fishes vanish with a wink of tails,
Man’s heart expands to tinker with his car
For this is Sunday morning, Fate’s great bazaar;
Regard these means as ends, concentrate on this Now,
And you may grow to music or drive beyond Hindhead anyhow,
Take corners on two wheels until you go so fast
That you can clutch a fringe or two of the windy past,
That you can abstract this day and make it to the week of time
A small eternity, a sonnet self-contained in rhyme.
But listen, up the road, something gulps, the church spire
Open its eight bells out, skulls’ mouths which will not tire
To tell how there is no music or movement which secures
Escape from the weekday time. Which deadens and endures.
Reason for the RhymePosted: April 29, 2023 Filed under: Entertainment, Home and Garden, Poetry | Tags: BDSM, D/s, dievca, History, Life, Rain, rhyme, Spanish Armada, Spring, Weather, work Leave a comment
Rain, rain, go awayCome again some other day We want to go outside and play Come again some other day
The rhyme remembers the fiasco of the Armada from the English point of view. A version very like the one we know was written about by a famous diarist called John Aubrey in 1687. He said little children used it to charm away rain so they could play outdoors.
Its thought the song dates back to the reign of Queen Elizabeth I of England, over 450 years ago. At the time, there was a rivalry between England and Spain, and the Spanish planned to invade England with an enormous fleet of ships.
In 1588, the Spanish set off with over 130 huge ships called galleons. Each galleon needed 2,000 oak trees to build, cost the equivalent of several million pounds and needed a crew of more than 200 men. It was a huge investment for Spain.
The Armada ran into the English, who had faster ships, and then a terrible storm that scattered the galleons. Only 65 made it home. The rhyme remembers the fiasco of the Armada from the English point of view.
dievca just has to get through the workday and PT – the rain is going to be a pain-in-the neck…will it please go away?!?!
One Perfect RosePosted: April 27, 2023 Filed under: Dresses, lingerie, Poetry | Tags: BDSM, D/s, dievca, Dorothy Parker, Elegant, embroidered, erotic, Humor, Rose, sheer clothing, submissive 2 Comments
A single flow’r he sent me, since we met.
All tenderly his messenger he chose;
Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet—
One perfect rose.
I knew the language of the floweret;
“My fragile leaves, ” it said, “his heart enclose.”
Love long has taken for his amulet
One perfect rose.
Why is it no one ever sent me yet
One perfect limousine, do you suppose?
Ah no, it’s always just my luck to get
One perfect rose.
— Dorothy Parker
Lingerie. (a poem)Posted: February 23, 2023 Filed under: Entertainment, Poetry | Tags: BDSM, beauty, D/s, dievca, Humor, Lingerie, Mother Nature, physics, Science, Women Leave a comment
trying to peek under Mother
Nature’s dressing gown- asking
Her questions like “why
do electrons behave as both
particles and waves?”
when what they really want
to know is
if Mother Nature’s lingerie
is red or black, and which
she prefers to wear
Wind on the Hill (or the 25th floor)Posted: January 14, 2023 Filed under: Entertainment, Home and Garden, Poetry | Tags: Alan Alexander Milne, BDSM, D/s, dievca, height, Life, poem, pondering, Weather, wind, Winter Leave a comment
No one can tell me,
Where the wind comes from,
Where the wind goes.
It’s flying from somewhere
As fast as it can,
I couldn’t keep up with it,
Not if I ran.
But if I stopped holding
The string of my kite,
It would blow with the wind
For a day and a night.
And then when I found it,
Wherever it blew,
I should know that the wind
Had been going there too.
So then I could tell them
Where the wind goes…
But where the wind comes from
Alan Alexander Milne
After a long day – a moment for a beerPosted: January 4, 2023 Filed under: Poetry | Tags: BDSM, Beer, D/s, dievca, Humor, Life, poem, Relaxtion, spoof, submissive Leave a comment
Beers, a spoof of Joyce Kilmer’s Trees (1886-1918)
I THINK that I shall never hear
A poem lovely as a beer.
A brew that’s best straight from a tap
With golden hue and snowy cap;
The liquid bread I drink all day,
Until my memory melts away;
A beer that’s made with summer malt
Too little hops its only fault;
Upon whose brow the yeast has lain;
In water clear as falling rain.
Poems are made by fools I fear,
But only wort can make a beer.
Winter Dawn – poemPosted: January 2, 2023 Filed under: Home and Garden, Neighborhood Anecdotes (NYC), Poetry | Tags: BDSM, D/s, Dawn, dievca, Life, Love, Monday, Morning, NYC, peace, photo, poem, Sunrise, translation, Tu Fu, Winter 1 Comment
The men and beasts of the zodiac
Have marched over us once more.
Green wine bottle and red lobster shells,
Both emptied, litter the table.
“Should auld acquaintance be forgot?” Each
Sits listening to his own thoughts,
And the sound of cars starting outside.
The birds in the eaves are restless,
Because of the noise and light. Soon now
In the winter dawn I will face
My fortieth year. Borne headlong
Towards the long shadows of sunset
By the headstrong, stubborn moments,
Life whirls past like drunken wildfire.
Translated from the Chinese by Kenneth Rexroth
Tu Fu (713-771) was the leading poet in the T’ung Dynasty of 8th century China. In this remarkable piece called “Winter Dawn,” he captures a moment of flashing epiphany with language, so simple, that speaks from another plain and another time, decades earlier, about the swift flood of life rushing by — as John Prine wrote, “like a broken-down dam.”
dievca believes that Mr. Rexford took liberties in the translation to draw the poem into the future – its still lovely.
Photo: dievca NYC dawn 01/2023
Ready to Push Onward with coffee and a poemPosted: December 19, 2022 Filed under: Entertainment, Home and Garden, Poetry | Tags: BDSM, Christmas, coffee, D/s, dievca, Holidays 2022, Life, Love, Monday, Morning, poem, positive mental attitude Leave a comment
May the Xmas joy percolate into your mind
May the Xmas love blend into your heart
May his grace filter down to your soul
And like a well made coffee let it revitalise your life
Merry Christmas to everyone
FogPosted: December 7, 2022 Filed under: Home and Garden, Neighborhood Anecdotes (NYC), Poetry | Tags: BDSM, Carl Sandburg, D/s, dievca, Fog, Life, Love, NYC, photo, Statue of Liberty, Weather 1 Comment
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
Photo by Carl Glassman/Tribeca Tribune
“Cicadas.”Posted: August 24, 2022 Filed under: Poetry | Tags: BDSM, cicadas, D/s, dievca, Elegant, erotic, Life, Margaret Atwood, poem, renewel, Sex, singing, Sounds, Summer 2 Comments
Finally, after nine years
of snouting through darkness
he inches up scarred bark
and cuts loose the yammer of desire:
the piercing one note of a jackhammer,
vibrating like a slow bolt of lightning
splitting the air
and leaving a smell like burnt tar paper.
Now it says Now it says Now
clinging with six clawed legs
and close by, a she like a withered ear,
a shed leaf brown and veined,
shivers in sync and moves closer.
This is it, time is short, death is near, but first,
first, first, first
in the hot sun, searing all day long
in a month that has no name:
this annoying noise of love. This maddening racket.
This – admit it – song.
Poem: Margaret Atwood
Photo: Wil Hershberger, Annual Cicada Emergent
Swamp Cicada, Tibicen chloromea, sheeding
the last juvenile exoskeleton and emerging as an adult. Princeton, New Jersy, USA.
The Start of SummerPosted: June 12, 2022 Filed under: Entertainment, Poetry, Vintage | Tags: BDSM, beach, D/s, dievca, Hilda, hot weather, Life, Love, Mark Twain, Pin-Up, submissive, Summer, travel, Vacation Leave a comment
Warm summer sun,
Shine kindly here,
Warm southern wind,
Blow softly here.
Green sod above,
Lie light, lie light.
Good night, dear heart,
Good night, good night.
Memorial Day – Decoration Day – USAPosted: May 30, 2022 Filed under: Home and Garden, Poetry | Tags: BDSM, D/s, Death, dievca, Honor, Life, Memorial Day, Military Service, remembrance, service, Veterans 2 Comments
Eulogy for a Veteran
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the mornings hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.
Photo: from History.com, Burial at Sea – 1944
Come again another day~Posted: May 6, 2022 Filed under: Accessories, Poetry | Tags: BDSM, childhood, D/s, Damien Hirst, dievca, History, Life, poem, Rain, Shopping, Spring, umbrella Leave a comment
Damien Hirst Umbrella (black) – Limited Issue to holders of The Currency – HENI.
There are a few versions and variations of this rhyming couplet. The most common modern version is:
Rain, rain, go away,
Come again another day.
Similar rhymes can be found in many societies, including ancient Greece and ancient Rome. The modern English language rhyme can be dated to at least the 17th century when James Howell in his collection of proverbs noted:
Rain rain go to Spain: fair weather come again.
A version very similar to the modern version was noted by John Aubrey in 1687 as used by “little children” to “charm away the Rain…”:
Rain Rain go away,
Come again on Saturday.
A wide variety of alternatives have been recorded including: “Midsummer day”, “washing day”, “Christmas Day” and “Martha’s wedding day”.
In the mid-19th century James Orchard Halliwell collected and published the version:
Rain, rain, go away
Come again another day
Little Arthur wants to play.
In a book from the late 19th century, the lyrics are as follows:
Little Johnny wants to play.
The Month of MayPosted: May 1, 2022 Filed under: Home and Garden, Poetry | Tags: BDSM, Blossoms, D/s, dievca, Flowers, Joy, Life, May Day, NYC, photo, rebirth, Spring, Stephen Foster Leave a comment
“We roamed the fields and river sides,
When we are young and gay;
We chased the bees and plucked the flowers,
In the merry, merry month of May.”
Photo: dievca - Crabapple Blossoms NYC 05/2019
Spring Colds (elfje)Posted: April 19, 2022 Filed under: Analysis, Poetry | Tags: allergies, children, colds, comparison, dievca, elfje, Humor, Life, Love, Spring Leave a comment
Four Years Old
She grabbed my hand
Common Colds can be caused by over 200 different viruses. These viruses can enter your body when you come in contact with a person who is already sick with a virus. Since most cold viruses are spread through respiratory droplets, covering coughs and sneezes and proper hand washing are extremely important to prevent spreading your cold to others around you.
When your immune system recognizes that there is a cold virus present, it begins to attack it. Your body experiences “side effects” of this attack, like congestion and cough. When your immune system successfully fights off the virus, symptoms resolve. Most colds will last 5 to 7 days.
Allergies, unlike colds, are not contagious. They are caused by exposure to allergens; such as dust, dander, mold, or pollen. When your immune system senses a specific allergen it is sensitive to, chemicals called histamines are released. These histamines trigger symptoms like runny nose, coughing, and sneezing. Since your immune system has no way of fighting off the allergens, symptoms caused by allergies tend to last much longer than symptoms from a common, viral cold.
Differences between a cold and allergies:
Days to months, as long as there is continued exposure to the allergen
Time of Year
Commonly during the winter, but possible at any time.
Any time of year, but some allergens appear seasonally.
Onset of Symptoms
A few days after infection with a virus
Immediately after exposure to the allergen.
Itchy. watery eyes
Runny or stuffy nose
Often (usually thicker discharge)
Often (usually thinner discharge)
Thank you to PhysicianOne Urgent Care Website
Happy GardenPosted: April 15, 2022 Filed under: Neighborhood Anecdotes (NYC), Poetry | Tags: BDSM, Color, D/s, Flowers, Hudson River Greenway, Joy, Life, Love, Spring, warm weather 1 Comment
The crocuses, blue lily of the valley, hyacinth, daffidils, and tulips have blossomed in NYC — their timelines have blurred and it is creating a lovely burst of color along the Hudson River Pathway.
i thank You GodPosted: April 13, 2022 Filed under: Poetry | Tags: dievca, ee cummings, gratitude, Joy, Life, Love, Master, Relationships, Spring Leave a comment
i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
From “i thank You God for most this amazing” (1950) ee cummings
travel (elfje)Posted: March 18, 2022 Filed under: Entertainment, Poetry | Tags: BDSM, beach, D/s, dievca, elfje, hot weather, Life, nude, poem, travel, weekend 1 Comment
head down south
sand in strange places
Photo: Simon Bolz
InsomniaPosted: March 6, 2022 Filed under: Poetry | Tags: BDSM, D/s, Dante Gabriel Rossetti, dievca, Elegant, Insomnia, Life, Love, Master, poem, submissive, Wide Awake Leave a comment
Bohemian SplendorPosted: February 24, 2022 Filed under: Clothing, lingerie, Poetry | Tags: BDSM, Cosplay, D/s, dievca, Elegant, Goddess, Kaftan, Presentation Outfit, Purple, Sequins, Shopping, Spring, submissive Leave a comment
Jennifer Grace Lilac Sequin Gown $238
Blow, blow, thou winter wind…Posted: January 20, 2022 Filed under: Home and Garden, Poetry | Tags: BDSM, D/s, dievca, George Hunt, Life, NYC, Rain, Shakespeare, sleet, snow, Weather, Winter Leave a comment
Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man’s ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.
Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then, heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That dost not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As friend remembered not.
Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly…
Shit Weather in NYC – Rain, sleet , snow, wet pavements with potential to freeze.
Print: George Hunt, printmaker. c. 1825, London. Lewis Walpole Library, Yale University.
Poem/Song: William Shakespeare
D/s (elfje)Posted: January 4, 2022 Filed under: Master, Poetry, Relationships | Tags: BDSM, bondage, D/s, Desire, dievca, Dominant, elfje, erotic, Master, Orgasm, submissive Leave a comment
Master Speaks His Command
PerseverancePosted: December 19, 2021 Filed under: Entertainment, Poetry | Tags: art, BDSM, ChungKing, D/s, dievca, Elegant, Emotions, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Jane Dickson, Life, Love, music 3 Comments
We have not wings, we cannot soar;
But we have feet to scale and climb
By slow degrees, by more and more,
The cloudy summits of our time.
The mighty pyramids of stone
That wedge-like cleave the desert airs,
When nearer seen and better known,
Are but gigantic flights of stairs.
The distant mountains, that uprear
Their solid bastions of the skies,
Are crossed by pathways that appear
As we to higher levels rise.
The heights by great men reached and kept
Were not attained by sudden flight,
But they, while their companions slept,
Were toiling upward in the night.
(from The Ladder of St. Augustine)
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882), American poet and educator.
Etching: Jane Dickson
(American b. 1952)
dievca won an auction and became the lucky owner of Jane Dickson’s Stairwell.
What she sees in it is perseverance.
Art speaks in different ways – another person recommended the song “Following” by ChungKing to be played while viewing the etching for a different perspective.
Skating (reprise)Posted: December 4, 2021 Filed under: Poetry | Tags: BDSM, Cold Weather, D/s, dievca, elegance, Holiday 2021, Ice Skating, Life, William Wordsworth, Winter 2 Comments
—IN the frosty season, when the sun
Was set, and, visible for many a mile,
The cottage windows through the twilight blazed,
I heeded not the summons: happy time
It was indeed for all of us; for me
It was a time of rapture. Clear and loud
The village clock tolled six. I wheel’d about,
Proud and exulting, like an untired horse
That cares not for its home. All shod with steel,
We hiss’d along the polish’d ice in games
Confederate, imitative of the chase
And woodland pleasures,—the resounding horn,
The pack loud-bellowing, and the hunted hare.
So through the darkness and the cold we flew,
And not a voice was idle: with the din
Meanwhile the precipices rang aloud;
The leafless trees and every icy crag
Tingled like iron; while the distant hills
Into the tumult sent an alien sound
Of melancholy, not unnoticed, while the stars,
Eastward, were sparkling clear, and in the west
The orange sky of evening died away.
Not seldom from the uproar I retired
Into a silent bay, or sportively
Glanced sideway, leaving the tumultuous throng,
To cut across the image of a star
That gleam’d upon the ice; and oftentimes,
When we had given our bodies to the wind,
And all the shadowy banks on either side
Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still
The rapid line of motion, then at once
Have I, reclining back upon my heels,
Stopp’d short; yet still the solitary cliffs
Wheel’d by me, even as if the earth had roll’d
With visible motion her diurnal round.
Behind me did they stretch in solemn train,
Feebler and feebler, and I stood and watch’d
Till all was tranquil as a summer sea.
By William Wordsworth (1770–1850)
And the weather took a chilling turn~Posted: November 26, 2021 Filed under: Clothing, Home and Garden, Poetry | Tags: Autumn, BDSM, Cold Weather, D/s, dievca, Life, NYC, outfit, poem, Windy 2 Comments
Chill weather cuts the City
Red Biting Lips
Intrepid Trudging Prevails
Conserving warmth becomes a priority.
Autumn Tea – Master and His dievčaPosted: October 20, 2021 Filed under: Poetry | Tags: Autumn, BDSM, Cold Weather, D/s, dievca, Elegant, Life, Love, Sire John Betjeman, submissive, tea Leave a comment
“Let us not speak, for the love we bear one another—
Let us hold hands and look.”
She such a very ordinary little woman;
He such a thumping crook;
But both, for a moment, little lower than the angels
In the teashop’s ingle-nook.
In a Bath Teashop by Sir John Betjeman
September MidnightPosted: September 7, 2021 Filed under: Poetry | Tags: Autumn, BDSM, Crickets, D/s, dievca, Life, Love, Memories, September, singing, submissive Leave a comment
Lyric night of the lingering Indian Summer,
Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing,
Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects,
The grasshopper’s horn, and far-off, high in the maples,
The wheel of a locust leisurely grinding the silence
Under a moon waning and worn, broken,
Tired with summer.
Let me remember you, voices of little insects,
Weeds in the moonlight, fields that are tangled with asters,
Let me remember, soon will the winter be on us,
Snow-hushed and heavy.
Over my soul murmur your mute benediction,
While I gaze, O fields that rest after harvest,
As those who part look long in the eyes they lean to,
Lest they forget them.
Sara Teasdale — Originally published in Poetry, March 1914.
The Cricket in Times Square by George Selden (1960)
(show it) at the beachPosted: July 2, 2021 Filed under: Body Type, Musings, Poetry | Tags: BDSM, cock, D/s, dievca, Feet, Human Body, Humor, Life, nude, penis Leave a comment
They think we’re gonna grab it if it gets within our reach
And they won’t let us show it at the beach
But you can show it in your parlor to most anyone you choose
You can show it at a party with your second shot of booze
You can show it on the corner wearin’ overcoat and shoes
But they won’t let us show it at the beach
No they won’t let us show it at the beach friends
Ah they won’t us show it at the beach
Oh they’re sure we’re gonna grab it if it gets within our reach
So they won’t let us show it at the beach
But you can show it in the movies on the cineramic screen
You can show it in the most sophisticated magazine
You can show it while you’re bouncing on the high school trampoline
But they won’t let us show it at the beach
But if you’ve got a gun it’s legal to display it on your hip
You can show your butcher knives to any interested kid
But if it’s made for lovin’ then you’d better keep it hid
And they won’t let us show it at the beach
Photo: dievca Fire Island 2018
Hope in the CityPosted: May 21, 2021 Filed under: Entertainment, Neighborhood Anecdotes (NYC), Poetry | Tags: BDSM, beauty, D/s, dievca, Flowers, Hudson River, Joy, Life, NYC, photo, Spring Leave a comment
From the train
it’s a city of roses
and rose keepers,
bald men in spectacles
and torn shirts.
There are miles of roses
in Elizabeth, New Jersey,
shadowed by refineries
and the turnpike,
jungles of scrap,
still brown water, and poisoned marsh.
None of this matters
to the rose keepers of Elizabeth.
From the backyards of row houses
they bring forth pink roses, yellow roses
and around a house on its own
green plot, a hedge of roses, in red and white.
Surely faith and charity
are fine, but the greatest of these
— "Hope in Elizabeth" by Kathleen Norris, for more see Little Girls in Church Photos: dievca, Hudson River Park 05/2021
May Day – Sing a Song of Spring!Posted: May 1, 2021 Filed under: Entertainment, Home and Garden, Poetry | Tags: BDSM, celebration, D/s, dievca, Elegant, erotic, French, May Day, nude, Slave, Spring, submissive, vintage photo Leave a comment
Sing a song of May-time.
Sing a song of Spring.
Flowers are in their beauty.
Birds are on the wing.
May time, play time.
God has given us May time.
Thank Him for His gifts of love.
Sing a song of Spring.
Photo: Paul Nadar 1874-1939
Rue d’Anjou, Paris, France
The son of the Famous French photographer Felix Tournachon (Nadar). Paul began working at his father’s studio in 1874. He investigated the many possibilities of photography such as capturing views from hot air balloons. In 1890 he made a trip to Central Asia using George Eastman’s new flexible bromide film. The collaboration worked so well that Nadar became the representative for Kodak products in France. Both Paul and his father photographed many famous people of their time but Paul’s emphasis on those at the cutting edge of society strained their relationship. Paul not only produced portraits of celebrities of the stage, he hosted the first exhibition of Impressionist painters.
In the 1920’s a good number of real photo postcards were produced under the Nadar name, most of them of full nudes with some of them having hand coloring. But there is serious doubt to whether the cards of nudes were actually made from Nadar’s photographs. Another unknown publisher may have borrowed Nadar’s logo to enhance the prestige of these cards and make them more sellable.
A “Thank You” to metropostcard.com