Speed Camera
A speed camera flashed at me today
So I flashed back in very inappropriate human way
poem by JeanJacques Evendon
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Be, Here, Now
‘The camera does not lie’;
yet the truth rests in yourself..
Here’s this photo of one, said
by those who know, to be a saint;
(no one to say smile now please;
no one to say just say cheese..)
here is one who knows that all and everything
is God; so looks into the camera and beyond
and at all of us, and at all of all of us
as God; in goodwill; Godwill;
looking Lordward to the Lord in you and me.
Who can value such a photoed shakti..
shower of grace in just one smile
from one who gives all of himself,
to the camera as the God in us; ‘developed’, multiplied
towards infinity, and rolled around a printing press,
flashed in binary upon computer screen.
We as we look at it become all truth
and like the camera, cannot lie
about ourself: we are perfection.
Before the camera was,
I AM. click.
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[www. Hindupedia.com > Great Sages > Saints of Recent Times > Neem Karoli Baba]
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Lonely 1
After the show you walked right past.
Arms reached out for your autograph.
And as you flashed your backstage pass.
I caught your eye with a camera's flash.
When the band came out they stood behind you.
Cymbals crashed, the lights went blue.
You stood alone in the halo's haze.
Shiny guitar hung on gold lam
song performed by by Wilco
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Don't Fear The Stalker
Real estate has come
Here but now they're gone
Jason doesn't fear the reaper
Nor do Eli, Alex or Taylor
We should be like they are
Come on baby...Don't fear the stalker
Baby take my camera...Don't fear the stalker
We'll be able to walk...Don't fear the stalker
Baby I have your camera
The cake is done
flies came and ate it but now their gone
Jay and Brett
Are together in eternity
Jason's coming every day...watching Jay and Brett
Eli's coming everyday... rebake the cake
Taylor's coming everyday...to watch TLC
Come on baby...Don't fear the stalker
Baby take my camera...Don't fear the stalker
Watching you everywhere...Don't fear the stalker
Watching you forever
The police had come
Here but now they're gone
Came last night of therapy
And it was clear she couldn't walk
The door was open and the cat appeared
The camera flashed and then disappeared
The curtain blew and he appeared
Saying don't be afraid
Come on baby...then she got off the wheelchair
And then she tripped and fell on him
Then they started to walk out the door
They went forward and said good bye
She had become like they are
She had taken his camera
Then took a picture of them
She had melted his heart of ice
She had taken the cake
She had become like they are
Come on baby...Don't fear the stalker
...Don't fear the stalker
poem by Lilith Rose Reitenbach
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Caught On Camera 2 (Fun Poem106)
Whenever we take a picture
on some subject mater
sometimes, it is not only the subject we get.
There are times when we catch
something we shouldn’t be getting
and only when we print the picture
we see what we have caught,
by accident I might add.
Someone answering the call of nature
or someone making an inappropriate gesture,
someone sticking their tongue out,
even someone examining their eyelids
with their mouth open while sitting in a chair.
Oh yes,
when I was in Canada I caught them all.
However their secrets safe with me.
We all know the saying
the camera never lies
and I ain’t telling who.
26 July 2009
Author’s note:
The reason I called this Caught On Camera 2 is because when I was in Canada, My Canadian Chronicles 14 is also called Caught On Camera.
DVH
poem by David Harris
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Socially Inappropriate Behavior
It 'use' to be called socially inappropriate behavior.
But today,
Any socially inappropriate behavior displayed publicly.
And visually confirmed,
Is a prerequisite.
For anyone wishing to run for public office.
And with certifiable dysfunctions known AND expressed?
Anyone with these credentials is guaranteed to be elected.
With favorable and overwhelming results.
'Oh!
I like them.
They be down to Earth.
Just like us.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Folly Thought
Somewhere it went away,
What's that I tried,
There flashed 'cross the way,
I found it was folly
Nothing was somewhere.
poem by M.B.J. Pancras
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As the Team's Head- Brass
As the team's head-brass flashed out on the turn
The lovers disappeared into the wood.
I sat among the boughs of the fallen elm
That strewed the angle of the fallow, and
Watched the plough narrowing a yellow square
Of charlock. Every time the horses turned
Instead of treading me down, the ploughman leaned
Upon the handles to say or ask a word,
About the weather, next about the war.
Scraping the share he faced towards the wood,
And screwed along the furrow till the brass flashed
Once more.
The blizzard felled the elm whose crest
I sat in, by a woodpecker's round hole,
The ploughman said. 'When will they take it away? '
'When the war's over.' So the talk began –
One minute and an interval of ten,
A minute more and the same interval.
'Have you been out? ' 'No.' 'And don't want to, perhaps? '
'If I could only come back again, I should.
I could spare an arm, I shouldn't want to lose
A leg. If I should lose my head, why, so,
I should want nothing more...Have many gone
From here? ' 'Yes.' 'Many lost? ' 'Yes, a good few.
Only two teams work on the farm this year.
One of my mates is dead. The second day
In France they killed him. It was back in March,
The very night of the blizzard, too. Now if
He had stayed here we should have moved the tree.'
'And I should not have sat here. Everything
Would have been different. For it would have been
Another world.' 'Ay, and a better, though
If we could see all all might seem good.' Then
The lovers came out of the wood again:
The horses started and for the last time
I watched the clods crumble and topple over
After the ploughshare and the stumbling team.
poem by Edward Thomas
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Breaking News: 21st November'07
With unsteady steps of spree we have walked
The night and afternoons.
He and I on those alleys that now lie dead.
Desolate and crying.
The tear gas has done enough to make the
Cityscape weep, weep through a series of days
To come. And the blood that was smeared on the
Rear window of my car today and
The shard that pierced his skin
and the fire that veiled vision in
the most familiar lanes... the most unfamiliar state of things.
I encountered death in my Heaven,
As television screens flashed yet another
Breaking news: Kolkata erupts,21st November,2007.
We never knew why we were stuck,
May be just another traffic jam,
A little prolonged, he guessed.
'Traffic load increasing fast in this city'
He calmly said.
Hardly could we know then that the city is in fragments.
Its heart has been wounded and pierced,
Its lungs almost choked with ashes of
Violent protests. Buses, cars burnt...
And the blame game has started yet again!
As television screens flashed yet another
Breaking news: Kolkata erupts,21st November,2007.
The reminiscene of some people's political ambitions
Flew in the city taking shape of injury and trauma.
As sanity bled in open air
in the social ampitheatre.
he and I lay clueless, feeling betrayed
In the same roads that had pampered
Us for long... fury and fear were never so strong.
They knew not what they were fighting for,
With beastial intent they played,
Our democratic ideals fell short of
Accomodating a writer's (Nasreen's) pen...! !
As television screens flashed yet another
Breaking news: Kolkata erupts,21st November,2007.
poem by Torsa Ghosal
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0412 Their World
It's a sepia photograph, taken, I'm guessing,
1900,1910? The whole of it is taken up by
a crowd on the move, passing the photographer,
who could be, say, clinging to a lamp-post, or on a balcony.
Going to? Leaving? Impossible to tell.
Who's rich? Who's poor? No clue.
What's it got to tell you about - life?
Why go on looking at it? No reason
except that you're human; they were human; and
today, you wish, with increasing intensity,
to connect. In some way. Somewhere at the back of
uncomfortable mind, maybe, lurks the thought that one fine day,
you'll be that anonymous one in that anonymous crowd,
forever recorded - dead on the page;
by the irony of history, photographed
when you were sure that you were alive forever...
There's one chap in the crowd looking at the camera;
as the artist, in some Renaissance adoration, and
slightly aloof from the crowd's concern,
looks out of history at you the spectator - as if to say
I'm there; I'm here; and what of you?
But he's no artist; he's looking boldly at the camera,
a cigarette between his lips at 45 degrees from the vertical -
a cheeky angle you never see today; the equivalent, I guess,
of the V-sign at the camera, as some meaningless, cocky, lively,
spontaneous act of defiance -at what?
Now you can 't put the photo down.
It's like picking at a scab or
a joyless masturbation. It threatens - you threaten -
your sense of security; whatever that might be.
Every one of that crowd lived a valid life.
You'd like to be one of them - or would you?
Why aren't you filled with a joyous sense
of identity and compassion?
A selfish greed, perhaps, to know more than you ever can?
Maybe, one day, you'll pick up that photo once again
and greet them like old friends.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Lonely One
After the show you walked right past.
Arms reached out for your autograph.
And as you flashed your backstage pass.
I caught your eye with a camera's flash.
When the band came out they stood behind you.
Cymbals crashed, the lights went blue.
You stood alone in the halo's haze.
Shinny guitar hung on gold lamay.
And you, you were the lonely one.
You were the lonely one.
When you perform it's so intense.
When the critics pan I write in your defense.
I understand I'm just a fan, I'm just a fan.
When I get home I turn off the alarm.
I've checked the phone, no messages on.
I play the ones from yesterday.
I play you're song just to hear you say that....
You, you're the lonely one.
You are the lonely one.
You, you're the lonely one.
You are the lonely one
song performed by by Wilco
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Macon, Georgia, County Line
Oh where, oh where were you last night?
Looked for you at the county fair
You were nowhere
You were nowhere
And I looked for you on the macon, georgia county line
And sheriffs badges flashed behind
Oh where, oh where were you last night?
Looked for you at the county fair
You were nowhere
You were nowhere
And I looked for you on the macon, georgia county line
And sheriffs badges flashed behind
Oh where, oh where were you, my dear
Looked for you almost everywhere
But you were nowhere
You were nowhere
And I looked for you on the macon, georgia county line
And sheriffs badges flashed behind
song performed by by Whiskeytown
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There's so much we can't express in our day-to-day interaction with people because it's considered inappropriate. And acting is all about being inappropriate.
quote by Wentworth Miller
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Starrider
I stole a ride on a passing star
Not knowing where I was going
How near or how far
Through years of light, lands of future and past
Until the heavenly gates
Were sighted at last
Starrider, rider, rider
Take me to the stars
Starrider, rider, rider
Show me where you are
Northern lights flashed by
And then they were gone
And as old stars would die
So the new ones were born
And ever on I sailed
Celestial ways
And in the light of my years
Shone the rest of my days
Speed increasing
All control is in the hands of those who know
Will they help us grow
To one day be starriders
Starrider, rider, rider
Show me where you are
Starrider, rider, rider
Take me to the stars
Speed increasing
All control is in the hands of those who know
Will they help us grow
To one day be starriders
song performed by by Foreigner
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If I went to them all dressed up and flashed a nice smile for the cameras it would probably be easier for me to get work. But I just can't tolerate it.
quote by Charlie Hunnam
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Jesus Christ came into my prison cell last night, and every stone flashed like a ruby.
quote by Samuel Rutherford
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All has been looted, betrayed, sold; black death's wing flashed ahead.
quote by Anna Akhmatova
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A Cheetah
By some seen as the kitten of wild cat family,
but it is no joke
when at a speed of
one hundred and ten kilometre per hour
a meter and half long Cheetah
of sixty kilograms comes racing at you
with bared teeth and outstretched piercing claws
and the yellow-brown coat with black spots
shimmers and you can see
the breast muscles retracting in power
and while on patrol, you are ready to shoot it down
but frozen like the Bushman tracker
its final direction averted me from shooting
with the powerful light machinegun
and in parts of a second
the cheetah flashed past
going at speed for the impala
that I did not notice before
of which the eyes were open wide with terror
and in a moment the cheetah tripped it,
with jaws locked around its throat
in a cloud of red-brown dust
pulled it down and laid there motionless
until the antelope stopped struggling.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Your camera is the best critic there is. Critics never see as much as the camera does. It is more perceptive than the human eye.
quote by Douglas Sirk
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We just did a show in Providence, Rhode Island, and we got three puppy shots before we even got on the air, which was great. Although sometimes you get flashed by some puppies that you'd rather not see. They're more like mongrels.
quote by Jerry Lawler
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Plateau Rising
Modulator toting.
Demodulator coding.
Flashed and minimized...
Decoded modem-ized!
Speeding as we go,
In Information modes!
Horse and buggy days are gone,
But so many still hang on.
With attempts to stop the pace...
To slow down a human race!
Getting out of hand,
But no one group can command!
With computers in control...
Of everything we know!
Up on plateaus!
On plateau rising goals!
Made with two wheels
Then with four.
Fresh air opened buggies,
Now motorized with doors!
Got to let them go...
Those who are too slow!
Those who can't keep up...
Are lost in mud and muck!
Too slow...
Got to let them go!
Those who are not computerized,
Will find they have been victimized!
These are not the days to stop...
To watch those weeping on street blocks!
Chips on shoulders will not feed,
In today's economy!
The world is spinning like a top.
Hold on tight or you will drop!
Take those chips and pop them quick...
In laptops used to message in fits!
Up we go...
On plateaus yet to show!
Plateau rising goals,
In computer minded mode.
Oh. Oh. Oh!
No more horse and buggy 'whoas'!
Modulator toting.
Demodulator coding.
Flashed and minimized...
Decoded modem-ized!
Speeding as we go,
In Information modes!
Oh. Oh. Oh!
No more horse and buggy 'whoas'!
Got to let them go!
Those who are too slow!
Those who are not computerized,
Will find they have been victimized!
These are not the days to stop...
To watch those weeping on street blocks!
Chips on shoulders will not feed,
In today's economy!
The world is spinning like a top.
Hold on tight or you will drop!
Take those chips and pop them quick...
In laptops used to message in fits!
Oh. Oh. Oh!
No more horse and buggy 'whoas'!
Got to let them go...
Those who are too slow!
Those who can't keep up this pace,
Are lost in mud and muck in haste!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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