Cheep Thrills
This Voyeur with binoculars
sits waiting in the blind,
half hidden by the rushes
That grow tall on either side.
Perhaps I’d spot a Peregrine
or a hawk on the attack.
My camera is beside me, and,
should I catch one in the act.
I’d photograph a mating pair
(but artfully, with tact.)
So far there’s just a flock of wrens
Not much this day I see.
I start to get the strange sensation
that they’re here observing me.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Empire State Human
Since I was very young I realised
I never wanted to be human size
So I avoid the crowds and traffic jams
They just remind me of how small I am
Because of this longing in my heart
Im going to start the growing up
Im going to grow now and never stop
Think like a mountain, grow to the top
Tall, tall, tall, I want to be tall, tall, tall
As big as a wall, wall, wall, as big as a wall, wall, wall
And if Im not tall, tall, tall, then I will grow, grow, grow
Because Im not tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall
Tall, tall, tall, I want to be tall, tall, tall
As big as a wall, wall, wall, as big as a wall, wall, wall
And if Im not tall, tall, tall, then I will grow, grow, grow
Because Im not tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall
With concentration
My size increased
And now Im fourteen stories high
At least!!
Empire state human
Just a bored kid
Ill go to egypt to be
A pyramid
Tall, tall, tall, I want to be tall, tall, tall
As big as a wall, wall, wall, as big as a wall, wall, wall
And if Im not tall, tall, tall, then I will grow, grow, grow
Because Im not tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall
Tall, tall, tall, I want to be tall, tall, tall
As big as a wall, wall, wall, as big as a wall, wall, wall
And if Im not tall, tall, tall, then I will grow, grow, grow
Because Im not tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall, tall
Brick by brick
Stone by stone
Growing till hes fully grown
Brick by brick
Stone by stone
Growing till hes fully grown
Fetch more water
Fetch more sand
Biggest person in the land
Fetch more water
Fetch more sand
Biggest person in the land
song performed by by Human League
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And The Tide Rushes In
Ive been searching for my dream
A hunderd times today
I build them up, you knock them down,
Like they were made of clay,
Then the tide rushes in
And washes my castles away.
Then Im really not so sure
When side of the bed I should lay,
I should lay...
You keep looking for someone
To tell your troubles to,
Ill sit down and lend an ear
Yet I hear nothing new.
Then the tide rushes in
And washes my castles away.
Then Im really not so sure
When side of the bed I should lay,
I should lay...
Blackbird sitting in a tree
Observing whats below
Acorns falling to the ground,
Hell stay and watch them grow.
song performed by by Moody Blues
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Hawk IIII
So I sat up and stared at the place the hawk had been-
rose, shuffled to the window, in fact
the Barrio was still the Barrio, in every respect:
the Projects not going anywhere fast,
the cars still parked along the curb
yellow, black, red and green
the little tree empty of wrens.
'Well', I thought,
present or absent
a hawk makes nothing different.
Difference, the mis-en-scene, the meaning
being the human part, and up to me. The hawk
was just a hawk sitting in a place where you don't normally
expect to see a hawk, that's all.
But I couldn't help thinking of the way
the halk made the neighborhood quite wonderful-
here: a flyway, and gone,
just a desolate, hawkless tract.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Peregrıne The Hawk
Yes, there is a hawk
named Peregrine,
Rhymes with the English word “mean”.
Like I “mean” to say,
this bird is a hawk having it’s way,
eating little pigeons during the day.
Flying through the NYC sky,
Flying up to a condo real high
Resting and nesting is where it’s at,
on Trump’s condo not an English flat.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Seeing Clearly
Daniel has a pair of toy binoculars
he carries them wherever he goes
no matter which end he looks through
they posses magic and tell him
whatever he needs to know.
At each few yards or junction of events
he scans 360 degrees and proclaims
with utmost certainty
'This way'.
I want his binoculars but he won't let them go
as if he knows they can only work their magic
with the purity of his two year old eyes.
poem by David Taylor
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Watching
You sat intrigued
by the way
the old woman
spooned her soup
sitting in the cafe
all by herself.
She had a bread roll
broken up
on a side plate
and fingered it
into her mouth
in between
mouthfuls of soup.
You watched
unnoticed by her
like some voyeur
studying some woman
undressing
from a nearby room
through binoculars
hidden in the dark.
You studied
her wrinkled features
the way the mouth
opened and closed
the fingers
with screwed up skin
fingered the roll.
Someone spoke to her
as they went by
on their way out.
Yes see you lovey
she said in a voice
that seemed to disown
the features and face.
You guessed
she must have been
some beauty once
and had men
gawking at her
for her looks and hair
with lustful stares
as she made her way
with a sexy wiggle
and show of leg
up a flight of stairs.
poem by Terry Collett
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Winning Side
It's the winning side
And everybody's cheering for the winning side
And the children leave their homes to join the winning side
And when Jesus comes He'll march on with the winning side
And we've got all the right answers on the winning side
And the guiding light
Whether wrong or right
And we have no fear
No we have no fear
Waiting for the sign
We will give our lives
We will give our lives
And I feel so isolated
It's so lonely here at night
I could almost feel you near me
I imagine that you're with me
On the winning side
We don't ask too many questions on the winning side
And I've got this strange sensation on the winning side
I don't recognize the faces of the winning side
And we all live here in cages . . .
Someone cried last night
And it made a sound
With my eyes closed tight
I hear everything
I can hear your voice
When I kiss the ground
When I kiss the ground
And I'd like to know you better
And I'd like to know your name
I could really show you something
If you give me half a chance
'Cuz I'm on the winning side
(Winning side)
In the sleepless night
When the blindness comes
Washing over me
Like a giant wave
On a sandless beach
Washing over me
I am proud to be . . .
And I'd like to take you somewhere
That you've never been before
And I feel so isolated
And I feel so all alone
Here on the winning side
(And I feel so all alone
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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Green Grow The Rushes
The wheelbarrows fallen
Look at my hands
Theyve found some surplus cheaper hands
Rubbing palms and pick and choose,
Who will they choose? here is the news.
Look at that building, look at this man
Haloed and whitewashed
Gone to find a cheaper hand
Hell offer a pound, offer a pound.
Green grow the rushes go
Green grow the rushes go
Green grow the rushes go
The compass points the workers home
Pay for your freedom, find another gate
Guilt by associate, the rushes wilted a long time ago
Guilty as you go
Stay off that highway, word is its not so safe
The grasses that hide the greenback
The amber waves of gain again
The amber waves of gain
Green grow the rushes go
Green grow the rushes go
Green grow the rushes go
The compass points the workers home
song performed by by REM
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I tried to keep both arts alive, but the camera won. I found that while the camera does not express the soul, perhaps a photograph can!
quote by Ansel Adams
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The Winning Side
Its the winning side
And everybodys cheering for the winning side
And the children leave their homes to join the winning side
And when jesus comes hell march on with the winning side
And weve got all the right answers on the winning side
And the guiding light
Whether wrong or right
And we have no fear
No we have no fear
Waiting for the sign
We will give our lives
We will give our lives
And I feel so isolated
Its so lonely here at night
I could almost feel you near me
I imagine that youre with me
On the winning side
We dont ask too many questions on the winning side
And Ive got this strange sensation on the winning side
I dont recognize the faces of the winning side
And we all live here in cages . . .
Someone cried last night
And it made a sound
With my eyes closed tight
I hear everything
I can hear your voice
When I kiss the ground
When I kiss the ground
And Id like to know you better
And Id like to know your name
I could really show you something
If you give me half a chance
cuz Im on the winning side
(winning side)
In the sleepless night
When the blindness comes
Washing over me
Like a giant wave
On a sandless beach
Washing over me
I am proud to be . . .
And Id like to take you somewhere
That youve never been before
And I feel so isolated
And I feel so all alone
Here on the winning side
(and I feel so all alone)
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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Blind Side
Walking around a lake,
I saw a mouse scampering one side,
Trying to outrun a snake,
Finding an edge on its Blind Side.
Made me recap my life, where all,
I played Safe, being on problem's Blind Side
Sometimes fear gets us with an almighty blow,
Attempt to dodge things is all we do
There is courage hidden within us, we know
Being bold and facing things head on, we ought to.
Staying fearless and strong, gives us a chance
From ashes a phoenix might arise
But if its written in the destiny
The snake will surely catch the mouse.
poem by Bhavya Vora
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Half The World
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
Half the world hates
What half the world does every day
Half the world waits
While half gets on with it anyway
Half the world lives
Half the world makes
Half the world gives
While the other half takes
Half the world is
Half the world was
Half the world thinks
While the other half does
Half the world talks
With half a mind on what they say
Half the world walks
With half a mind to run away
Half the world lies
Half the world learns
Half the world flies
As half the world turns
Half the world cries
Half the world laughs
Half the world tries
To be the other half
Half of us divided like a torn-up photograph half of us are
Trying to reach the other half
Half the world cares
While half the world is wasting the day
Half the world shares
While half the world is stealing away
song performed by by Rush
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Celebrity (Fun Poem 135)
Imagine if I was a celebrity
with lots of photographers following me
and I laid on a private beach somewhere
to catch the sun in the buff.
Now just imagine what they'd see,
wrinkles from head to foot
and great big batch of grey hair,
balding in the middle.
I wonder what would happen
if they took a photograph of me?
The camera would have a fit
and the photo would be classed as pornographic.
Everyone would start to wonder
where the heck did that alien came from.
Alas, you can breathe again
and say thankfully under your breath
I am glad he is not a celebrity.
However, who knows
what tomorrow might just well bring.
I could win the lottery
and become an instant celebrity.
poem by David Harris
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Into The Lens
Memories, how they fade so fast
Look back, that is no escape
Tied down, now you see too late.
Lovers, they will never wait.
I am a camera
Take heart, I could never let you go
And you, always let the feeling show
Love us all, how you never broke your heart
You lose them
If you feel the feeling start.
I am a camera, camera, camera
And you, may find time will blind you
This to just remind you
All is meant to be.
Here, by the waterside
There, where the lens is wide
You and me
By the sea
Taken in tranquility.
Taken, taken so easily
To pass into glass reality
Transform, to transfer, to energy.
Taken, taken, so easily
To pass into glass reality
Transformer, transferring energy.
song performed by by Yes
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Into The Lens
Memories, how they fade so fast
Look back, that is no escape
Tied down, now you see too late.
Lovers, they will never wait.
I am a camera
Take heart, I could never let you go
And you, always let the feeling show
Love us all, how you never broke your heart
You lose them
If you feel the feeling start.
I am a camera, camera, camera
And you, may find time will blind you
This to just remind you
All is meant to be.
Here, by the waterside
There, where the lens is wide
You and me
By the sea
Taken in tranquility.
Taken, taken so easily
To pass into glass reality
Transform, to transfer, to energy.
Taken, taken, so easily
To pass into glass reality
Transformer, transferring energy.
song performed by by Yes
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Strange Bird
Strange bird
By: jimmy buffett, jay oliver
1989
Half fast and seldom seen
He dont blip the radar screen
On the deck below the dune
Under the commanders moon
Strange bird from a different nest
Flying low not like all of the rest
God only knows where the strange bird goes when hes flying
Everybodys trying to find him
But they dont know where to start
The ornithologist lady says that he has wings on his heart
Chorus:
Strange bird from a different nest
Flying low not like all of the rest
If you cant catch him you cant name him
If you cant see him you cant claim him
Stay on the ground or he will shoot you down
Wings on his heart, hes a strange bird
Frequent flyer, seldom seen
High above the caribbean
In my day Ive met a few but hes the strangest bird thats true
Chorus:
Strange bird from a different nest
Flying low not like all of the rest
If you cant catch him you cant name him
If you cant see him you cant claim him
Stay on the ground or he will shoot you down
Wings on his heart, hes a strange bird
But hes in love with the lady of the waters
And she lives somewhere up around cheauxvan
Hes gonna circle high above her runway of love
Until she gives him her permission to land
Chorus:
Strange bird from a different nest
Flying low not like all of the rest
If you cant catch him you cant name him
If you cant see him you cant claim him
Stay on the ground or he will shoot you down
Wings on his heart, hes a strange bird
Watch out girl, hes a strange bird
Strange bird flying low
cross the gulf of mexico
Strange bird not like all the rest
Watch out girl hes a strange bird
Shoot you down, hes a strange bird
Its a bird, its a plane, its a strange bird
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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The Ice and the Fire
The ice and the fire
a strange surge of desire
rushes over me
the fire,
the ice.
I don't know what it is about it,
mabye it's the danger
that intriques me so.
Or mabye it's the crazy
feeling I get when I'm aroung you.
You are like the ice and the fire
with a strange surge of desire
the danger about it intrigues me so
glances at me
melt me into your eyes
the fire in them one minute
the ice in them the next
The danger of me falling into them
and burning,
or freezing,
but will you stop me before I do?
or will you catch me at the bottom?
The ice and the fire
with a strange surge of desire
the danger of it, intrigues me so.
Your heart is so unpredictable
it's really dangerous,
I can't tell what your reply will be
to my words
I'm scared
but the danger of being caught
or falling into your arms
at any minute
intrigues me so
The ice and the fire
a strange surge of desire
rushes over me
the fire,
the ice.....
poem by Clara Potter Soloman
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Treads too can form the road.
A pair of words in pair can catch you
By its sound in rhymes.
A pair of words grow rhymed
By its repetition by tongue.
People tread on the laid road
And the road is laid by people’s treads.
25.01.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I feel as though the camera is almost a kind of voyeur in Mr. Bean's life, and you just watch this bizarre man going about his life in the way that he wants to.
quote by Rowan Atkinson
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What defines you...
What you do certainly defines does you
You are thought of by others
Due to the actions
Of what you say and also do
Evil and crude seeds of behavior
Somehow grow, and return back
Unto you.
So, remember to
Do unto others
as you would desire
Someone to do unto you
For there is always a pair of eyes
Somewhere, somehow observing you
Therefore, unto thyself
One should always be true
poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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