Memories In Photos
Follow your interest
Follow your heart
To great sunsets and nature,
To capture dramatic scenery
Keep your eyes open
Keep your ears listen
Keep your mind clam
Keep your camera handy
Tweak camera setting right
White balance,
Colour balance
Exposure balance.
Stretch your vision
Thru viewfinder and lens
Framing, Ups, Downs,
Horizontal, Vertical.
Focus subjects clearly,
Focus selectively,
Focus intensely,
Focus is for Wimps.
Gaussian blur,
Romantic look,
Dodgy blurry snap,
Inspired abstract arts.
Art of photography
Art of imperfection and perfection
Art of creative mind
Art of good imagination
Rolling hills, rolling mountains
Misty morning dawns, hazy evening dusk
Striking and dreamy sea sky
Stunning sea sky
Painting with light,
Painting with mind
Painting with black and white
Painting with brushing light
Make your shots
A visually balance shots
A visually balance composition
To Sense of depth, scale and perspective.
Showcase your photos
In Memorable pictures
To treasure moments in time
Remember sweet memory in photos
Keep memories in photos.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Focus
focus
focus on god
focus on freedom
focus on forgiveness
focus on sweet speech
focus on treasures
focus on humility
focus on commitment
focus on mind
focus on success
focus on health
focus on healthy transformation
focus on goodness
focus on laughter
focus on fun
focus on angel
focus on sweetness
focus on wealth
focus
poem by Johnny Walks
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Things To Be Balanced
Balance my heart between fast and slow beating rate,
Balance my wealth between the pauper and the rich state,
Balance my food between malnourished and overeating,
Balance my thought between weird and super serene.
Balance the car tyres to get aligned,
Balance the budget without any deficit,
Balance the love for the work and the family,
Balance the time between the recreations and duties.
Lord, Balance my posture of attitude at the altitude,
Balance my temperamental words when in multitude,
Balance the balance of deeds, on the judgment day,
by adding some good deeds or removing something bad.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Don't Only Focus On The Money
When you go for the money,
You'll be selling your soul.
And when one goes for just the money,
The heart turns cold.
So don't focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't only focus on the money,
Don't.
Bling is nice but there's more to life.
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
Open your mind with bright wide eyes,
To take a ride that will excite you.
With a view to greater heights.
So...
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
No don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
When you go for the money,
You'll be selling your soul.
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't let your heart grow old and cold.
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
So...
Don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
No don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
So...
Don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
No don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't only focus on the money,
Don't.
No don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
So you just don't focus on the money,
Don't.
So you just don't focus on the money,
Don't.
No don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't only focus on the money,
Don't.
'I feel funny when I don't have any money.'
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't only focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't you only focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't keep your focus on the fact that you always stay broke.
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't only focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't stay focused on the money,
Don't!
Don't keep your focus on the fact that you always stay broke.
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Photography Is Kin’s Thing
At the Lake Street Painting festival I did meet,
a photographer named Kin who is really sweet.
He shot photos of my princess on sidewalk not street.
being a rogue artist the sidewalk was the place,
that I decided to use my chalk to paint.
Paint a small square by the Hummingbird hotel,
Kin shot great photos of Sarah Star not Mel.
Since then Kin shot photos of my painting 3x5,
also castle scene painting this year with keen eye.
We went to wildlife Wakodahatchee Wetlands by Jog,
we photographed birds, alligators and frogs.
Kin visited me at the Royal Art & Music Fest,
photos he took turned out best above all the rest.
Kin says he’s my fan, and never charges a fee,
he supports all artists like cartoonist like me.
Thank you Kin
for being a great photographer and friend.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Quiet Focus Of The Mind
The Quiet focus of the mind
Is From whence imaginations rise
Imagination of starlit creation
Stimulation to open up one’s eyes
The quiet focus of the mind
To garner truth, cast out the lies
If Intimidation begets frustration
Then Frustration leads to what’s and why’s
Well… the quiet focus of the mind
Will turn what’s and why’s to quiet sighs
Plain and simple contemplation
Levels out, life’s lows and highs
And the quiet focus of the mind
Will lift the spirit to the skies
poem by David Whalen
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Smile For The Camera
I see you standing out there in the hall
You seem so nervous waiting for his call
I focus on you
I reach for the lens
The shutter snaps again
(smile)
Smile for the camera
You know
(smile)
The camera never ever lies
Ive been watching you with
Eager hungry eyes
For sometime
(smile)
I hold my lens in the middle of the night
Visions of you dancing in the strobe light
Up on my wall is a picture or two
Of someone who looks like you
(smile)
Smile for the camera
You know
(smile)
The camera is my wide lens
(smile)
You know the camera is my private eye
I got color transparencies
I got black and white
(smile)
Smile for the camera
You know that
(smile)
Cameras never ever lies
(smile)
Ive been watching you with telephoto eyes
For some time
(smile)
Smile for me
(come on)
Smile for me
(come on)
Smile for me
(come on)
Smile for me
(come on)
Smile for me
(come on)
Smile for me
(come on)
(smile)
Wont you smile for the camera
Wont you smile for the
Click, click, click
(smile)
Smile for the camera
(smile)
Smile for the camera
(smile)
Smile for the camera
(smile)
Smile for the camera
(smile)
Smile for the camera
(smile)
You know
(smile)
The camera is my private eye
(smile)
Ive got color transparencies
(smile)
Ive got black and white
(smile)
Smile for the camera
You know that
(smile)
Cameras never ever lies
(smile)
Ive been watching you with telephoto eyes
(smile)
Smile for the camera
You know that
(smile)
Camera is my private eye
(smile)
Ive been watching you
With eager hungry eyes for some time
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Painting The Walls
painting the walls,
rolling over handprints,
cobwebs, and smoke stains....
over splashes of color,
over peels of time.
painting over the sounds
of voices whispering, laughing....
painting over tears hidden
from the world, from each other.
painting over running, and working,
working all day and half the night.
painting over children, and dreams,
folded like old clothes, and put away.
painting over notes from God,
that were often barely noticed...
painting over the nail that held
up the clock, hands moving slowly,
turning the seasons of living....
painting over the final words,
the last breath held in the hands,
of lives written in the grain....
the testimony of each feeling....
painting the walls,
and brushing the corners,
as if we never lived!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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There Is No Balance On A See-Saw
It's hard to balance on a see-saw.
When one goes up...
Someone's on the ground,
And...
Not sitting stuck.
They know when to rise up.
There is no balance on a see-saw.
None at all.
Even if two got off.
Even if they both got off.
People are always seeking equalness,
When there's no weight.
People are always seeking something...
But they lack the patience.
They don't think when someone is down,
That may keep one off the ground.
With a looking around in the air,
But one on a see-saw...
Will not in the air,
Stay there!
There is no balance on a see-saw.
None at all.
One may see what the other saw.
One may see what the other saw.
There is no balance on a see-saw.
None at all.
One may see what the other saw.
One may see what the other saw.
There is no balance on a see-saw.
None at all.
Even if they both got off.
Even if they both got off.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Scale
Her own personal scale
Balancing out
Her imperfections
And humanity
With everything his world holds.
Not ignoring who she is
Or taking what he wants
Leaving the broken, battered gem
The way it is.
He is a balance
Between too much
And too little.
He is honest when he should be
He is honest all the time
He listens to her
And shares his life so.
He laughs and jokes
Yet is serious and calm
He is all she wants
Needs to be.
He takes the gem
From the poked and prodded life
And cares for it
Admires the beauty.
The gem
A pure crystal
He can see right through
Placed in his life.
The cracked hollow parts
Deep within
Are balanced
With the pieces of him
His honesty
Understanding
Healing the diamond so.
But he is her diamond too
What she sees in him
She sees in her.
Not so much
The balance way
But more of
How they view the world.
How she hopes
She's his balance too.
So they balance away
Him the scale
And she the gem (in his eyes) .
poem by Thamer Mager
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Ghost Photos Of Vegas 2010
I was in Vegas in October 2010
I was with Melodie doll who is my child within.
We went down the Vegas Strip
seeing everything that was hip.
Photos of Melodie posing in front of Casinos
people where watching me amazingly so
I kept shooting for little did I know.
I thought there will be great photos to boot-
it ended up being a ghost photo shoot.
Photos did not come out at all
even though I saw the sights and had a ball.
I bought a green Vegas Cap though
US Army design with jewels that glow.
Nikon will be the next camera I will buy
it will take great photos that light up the sky.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on March 17,2911
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Balance
What island is this that I'm on?
With no regrets that I'm desolate.
What is it that I gave up and glad is gone?
That left me with headaches from night 'till dawn!
I sought to seek...
And now I keep,
Within me deep...
A,
Balance!
More of it I needed than times before.
It was a...
Balance!
I had to give up the keeping of scores.
My balance!
Whatever it took I knew would challenge,
My wanting to just have balance.
Balance!
More of it I needed than times before.
It was a...
Balance!
I had to give up the keeping of scores.
My balance!
Whatever it took I knew would challenge,
My wanting to just have balance.
What island is this that I'm on?
With no regrets that I'm desolate.
What is it that I gave up and glad is gone?
That left me with headaches from night 'till dawn!
Balance!
More of it I needed than times before.
It was a...
Balance!
I had to give up the keeping of scores.
My balance!
Whatever it took I knew would challenge,
My wanting to just have balance.
And I had to distance from those shores.
Balance!
More of it I needed than times before.
It was a...
Balance!
I had to give up the keeping of scores.
My balance!
And I will keep this with me forevermore.
Balance.
I will keep this with me forevermore.
My balance!
And,
I will keep this with me forevermore.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Balanced
From time to time, our moods must change,
That's just the way we are...
So none of us should think it strange
To wish upon a star...
By faith, we claim a miracle,
A vision or a dream,
A lullaby so lyrical
That somehow fits the theme...
The meerkats looked, as meerkats do,
To watch the sunrise soon,
Because, to them, it was brand new
And brighter than the moon...
They had no clue how it got there,
Or how it sailed the sky,
Or how its light was hard to bear
And so they wondered why...
On balance, it brought light and heat,
On balance, hip hooray!
Somehow it made their lives complete
And brightened up each day...
So it felt good to watch it turn
Brilliant golden yellow...
And so they perched, content to learn...
Balanced, feeling mellow...
Denis Martindale, copyright, April 2011.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Balanced'.
More Stephen Gayford poems here:
denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com
poem by Denis Martindale
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Made For TV Movie
I heard a word from on high
Clear like a light in the sky
It said, "quit blowing each other up"
The voice seemed so crystally clear
Some things are clean in your ear
When only blood fills your cup
Hello
I'm trying to focus, but my eyes deceive me
Focus
I'm witnessing history repeating
It fell like a tear from my eye
Flying machines so up high
Well, there goes the neighborhood
A scene set to singe innocence
Upheave, unhinge, and pit against
Like every made for TV movie should
Hello
I'm trying to focus, but my eyes deceive me
Focus
I'm witnessing history repeating
Focus, Focus
Focus (I can see now)
We are, we know, we see, we think for you
The who, the what, the when, the where, the why
We build your hill, we build you too, we see you
Hello
I'm trying to focus, but my eyes deceive me
Focus
I'm witnessing history repeating
song performed by by Incubus
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Ghost Photos Of Vegas 2010
I was in Vegas in October 2010
I was with Melodie doll who is my child within.
We went down the Vegas Strip
seeing everything that was hip.
Photos of Melodie posing in front of Casinos
people where watching me amazingly so
I kept shooting for little did I know.
I thought there will be great photos to boot-
it ended up being a ghost photo shoot.
Photos did not come out at all
even though I saw the sights and had a ball.
I bought a green Vegas Cap though
US Army design with jewels that glow.
Nikon will be the next camera I will buy
it will take great photos that light up the sky.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on March 17,2911
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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The Balance
After he had journeyed,
And his feet were sore,
And he was tired,
He came upon an orange grove
And he rested
And he lay in the cool,
And while he rested, he took to himself an orange and tasted it,
And it was good.
And he felt the earth to his spine,
And he asked, and he saw the tree above him, and the stars,
And the veins in the leaf,
And the light, and the balance.
And he saw magnificent perfection,
Whereon he thought of himself in balance,
And he knew he was.
Just open your eyes,
And realize, the way its always been.
Just open your mind
And you will find
The way its always been.
Just open your heart
And thats a start.
And he thought of those he angered,
For he was not a violent man,
And he thought of those he hurt
For he was not a cruel man
And he thought of those he frightened
For he was not an evil man,
And he understood.
He understood himself.
Upon this he saw that when he was of anger or knew hurt or felt fear,
It was because he was not understanding,
And he learned, compassion.
And with his eye of compassion.
He saw his enemies like unto himself,
And he learned love.
Then, he was answered.
Just open your eyes,
And realize, the way its always been.
Just open your mind
And you will find
The way its always been.
Just open your heart
And thats a start.
song performed by by Moody Blues
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The society grows sick
I lend not my hand
But spend to stand.
I mind bank balance
Not wife’s mind balance.
I caress not kids
But address for their comforts.
Each one earns to be big
And ends turning a pig.
The society is in isolation
And sick without consolations.
01.08.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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(War Poem) Blacken Skies
Focus now.
looking out the window.
Close you eyes.
Bring down the blacken skies.
Time for change.
Time to be rearranged.
The falsification of fame.
The justification to blame.
Stuck like a mental block.
Focus now.
Looking out the window.
Close your eyes.
Bring down the blacken skies.
Time for the strange.
Time to become deranged.
The melody always the same.
A reality so far from plain.
An alternate way of thinking.
In and out of the box.
Never gonna stop.
Forever reawakening.
This time, this way,
i will pray, i will focus now.
Looking out the window.
Close your eyes.
Bring down the blacken skies.
Time to take cover under the darkness of a fog of war.
Time to follow your fellow brother once more.
Lead us out of flame.
Destroy that which get in our way all the same.
Cry not for the fallen.
They have their place as do we.
Keep going show us the way
and we will proceed.
Strength will be needed for the bodies
we shall be hauling.
Focus now.
Looking out the window.
Close your eyes.
Bring down the blacken skies.
No time to ask why.
No time to worry about if your gonna die.
Vengeance always on the mind.
A gun broken and that's fine.
It did its job.
Shot all the bullets with pinpoint accuracy.
Now we must pick up and go.
Because the man upstairs said so.
So focus now.
Looking out the window.
Close your eyes.
Bring down the blacken skies.
Just focus, just focus now.
Looking out the window.
Close your eyes.
Lets bring, lets bring,
lets bring down the blacken skies.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Focal Point...
what you are telling me is that you lack focus
i imagine what focus is
when i was a child i held a magnifying glass
and focused it to a ball of dried weeds
i got light from the sun
and of course the ball of weed turns into a ball of fire
i see the sun as the center of the universe inside my heart
i remember what you need: focus
just be careful, you will burn a ball of planets
soon you shall see a conflagration in our universe
all of us
not just watching but burning
now, with focus, comes what you think is success,
be careful, we may never find each other again
me? look at me? i am out of focus, i once burned all my books.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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An Abstract painting
My eyes fall on an abstract painting
of which my girlfriend,
wants to paint a series
that may hang in board halls
and offices.
There’s something hot and alive
in the background
that changes from golden yellow,
to flame orange
and flows into black red
and a green line
runs from the foreground
into the horizon.
With strong straight lines wood,
and sink plate shacks appear
with horizontal and vertical lines
and it looks like a squatter camp,
or the houses of a headman
in the country.
To me it looks like drums and large tin cans
that lies around in the front
and a big old TV set
with sitting places round it
and at the back,
there are two wooden pens
to keep in sheep and goats.
Maybe there’s red sand
on the one side
and yellow and green grass
for grazing on the other side,
but honestly I do not want to stay
in such a place.
[Reference: Abstract painting by Mandi. Look at the painting on my mabooki webpage: http: //www.mabooki.com/poems/display/1416_An_Abstract_ painting.htm]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Focus On The Good
Focus On The Good
In a world full of negativity
As seen in everyday news
For you were unable to accept me "as is"
In those six weeks
Can you see through the thick smoke?
Are you that blind by ignorance?
Why is your pride bigger than your body?
Are your judgmental and age discrimination the reasons for your frequent break-ups?
Does it kill you to have compassion?
Is your heart always empty?
Focus On The Good
As you don't know me from an in-depth perspective
For you are not a judge who wears the cloak
You do not have the power to slam the gavel on a sounding block
To make quick complaints without understanding me
I'm a positive spirit
Lively
Care-free
Full of life
An honest portrait
Talented
Compassionate
Focus On The Good
Where your pride will consume you
Open your mind
Stop the judging
As no one is perfect
It shall forever be your loss
For I am a good person