Whose photos?
In the mind, there’s a photo-album
stamped on the cover, My Photos?
with a question-mark –
the stranger’s profile, immortalised
as they waited at the crossing lights;
the face crumpled with laughter
at the joke you missed, as
you boarded the bus;
the first glimpse of a future lover’s
stance, expression meaningless:
strangely unattractive,
insignificant yet remembered;
whose photographs are these?
it’s as if some other mind
borrowed your camera without your consent,
to leave taunting hints of timelessness.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Borrowed
borrowed shirts, borrowed shoes,
borrowed books, borrowed thoughts,
borrowed bed, borrowed lover,
borrowed dreams, borrowed salt.
borrowed children, borrowed mothers,
borrowed study, borrowed lives.
borrowed God, borrowed heaven,
borrowed killers with borrowed knives.
borrowed flags, borrowed lies,
borrowed virtue, borrowed freedom.
borrowed bombs, borrowed bullets,
borrowed puppets, borrowed kingdoms.
borrowed soup bowls, borrowed numbers,
borrowed tents, borrowed bridge.
borrowed hope, borrowed survival,
borrowed till it's sacrilige!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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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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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 Face
You take a final look around
And then you put your house-key down
Upon the table by the note
You take your handbag and your coat
You don't want too much to carry
To slow you down on the way
You picture his face
In the morning
As he was going to work
Without saying a word
You saw the face
Of a stranger
It wasn't always like this before
His face like a stranger
You didn't know what to say
So you are going away
From the face of a stranger
And not the lover you knew before
Why should you want to call your friends
Why should you want to start again
You tried explaining through the years
But it would always end in tears
And one thing you know for certain
You've said goodbye to that place
But still
You picture his face
In the morning
As he was going to work
Without saying a word
You saw the face
Of a stranger
It wasn't always like this before
His face like a stranger
You didn't know what to say
So you are going away
From the face of a stranger
And not the lover you knew before
Somewhere a telephone
Is ringing in an empty room
Miles away
You are looking at a new town
But you are thinking of the past
The rain is falling down
Why do you keep that photograph
Of his face like a stranger
As he was going to work
Without saying a word
You saw the face
Of a stranger
And not the lover you knew before
His face
In the morning
As he was going to work
Without saying a word
You saw the face
Of a stranger
It wasn't always like this before
His face like a stranger
You didn't know what to say
So you are going away
From the face of a stranger
And not the lover you knew before
His face
In the morning
As he was going to work
Without saying a word
You saw the face
Of a stranger
It wasn't always like this before
song performed by by Anni Frid Lyngstad from Shine
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Boarded Up
Boarded up
Yeah, were boarded up
Nailed up shut
Yeah, were boarded up
Music venue has had its day
Death watch beetle band moved in to play
Groups dont come down from london way
Cos were boarded up
Yeah, were nailed up shut
Two-by-four-ded up
Yeah, were boarded up
Touring companies stay away
Rats and mice take the centre stage
Carpenters mate have a field day
Boarded up
Yeah, were nailed up shut
[dont mind me at all]
Two-by-four-ded up
Yeah, were boarded up
Pubs and clubs had the chop
Making way for a superstore plot
Some town planner didnt know when to stop
Boarded up
Come and see us
Boarded up
Dont wait too long, now cos were
Boarding up
Yeah, boarded up...
song performed by by Xtc
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A Seduction: Small Space Photographs
We were at your mother's house
in the early autumn chill
rummaging the attic
looking at photographs;
close
in the small space,
turning pages
You leaned into me
to get a better look
and I let you.
A murmur
over a blurred baby photo
and the hairs on my neck
curled from the
warmth of your breath,
I tried to hide the fact
that I was shuddering.
'Are you cold' you said.
putting your arm around
offering warmth.
I took that cuddle
and let it settle
into my heart space.
That was all
that was needed then
a simple hug and touch
your warm breath
and I eased back
relaxed
feeling at home;
and I was.
I was thinking we were looking at family
and I was imagining you there in photos
our kids might be looking at years from now.
And you were:
you said it:
'Wonder what our kids would look like.'
you said
You seduced me with that question
and I you when I said:
'I wonder too.'
We started with a hug
above those photographs.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Yellow Cat
This song was first released on the rhymes and reasons album. it is the only album it has been released on.
Its late december the new years never coming
Time passes slowly in a two room walk up flat
The sun is silent
As a cold rain gonna come on
No one to talk to
But my ladys yellow cat
Rain drops talling on the flowers
In the window box
Plastic roses that I planted yesterday
I didnt think it does too soon
But there all withered now
Seems like everything I touch
Turns out that way
Well I guess I just go walking
The cats no good tor talkinto
He r dont know what Im saying
And the rain is always
Playing on my mind
On my mind
Street lights driring through the blinds
That cover window panes
Blending soflly with the bare lights over head
Then together
They run swiflly through my memory
And every image ot a strange and empty bed
Words and music by fromholz
song performed by by John Denver
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Rick Kessler The Photographer
In the north woods lives a deer by a tree,
it looks in the window at Rick Kessler’s feet.
He is sitting on the couch watching t.v.
Then deer walks around to see,
see Rick work on his photos in his office,
he is cropping photos for he is not a novice.
Photos will go on a placemat,
images of wildlife like flowers and plants.
One photo he took of many in a row,
Melodie sits on UniCandle unicorn his flame a glow.
This was in the fall before it began to snow.
Photo is now on a greeting card,
it is the cutest image of Melodie by far
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Schmacher's Fashion Show At Breakers Hotel
Chuck Schumacher owns Schumacher Chevrolet
I photographed Chuck's family for Palm Beach Today.
Year was 2005 in the early spring
photos were taken at Breaker's Hotel with a lot of bling.
Photos for Schumacher's Fashion show
where of models dressed from head to toe.
Designer dresses and frilly hats
models dressed in colorful spring wear, shorts and pants.
Photos shot of models on center stage
models strutting down long runway.
My first photo shoot that I did participate
Shiny Sheet follows me make no mistake.
Schumacher grandparents and grandchildren
pose side by side
they are very gracious with happy smiles.
Photographs turn out really great
they are published the very next day.
Sensational first fashion photo shoot
glamorous fundraiser and very exciting to boot!
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 15,2012
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Memories
Memories
Are nothing
But a photo album
Of the mind
poem by David Kush
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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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Hope Did Not Die
It was a sad day
Lights dim
Moon without shine
Face dull
In deep gloom
As if dying
Darkness all around
Sorrow
In the turbulent mind
Thoughts
Came like waves
Why she has not come
Is everything fine?
When she will come
Was the question in mind?
But she did not come
The agony did not end
Life became worthless
But in some corner
Of the heart and mind
Hope did not die
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Cover Me
The times are tough now, just getting tougher
This old world is rough, its just getting rougher
Cover me, come on baby, cover me
Well Im looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me
Promise me baby you wont let them find us
Hold me in your arms, lets let our love blind us
Cover me, shut the door and cover me
Well Im looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me
Outsides the rain, the driving snow
I can hear the wild wind blowing
Turn out the light, bolt the door
I aint going out there no more
This whole world is out there just trying to score
Ive seen enough I dont want to see any more,
Cover me, come on and cover me
Im looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me
Looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Stranger In A Strange Land
Stranger, stranger in a stange land.
He looked at me as one who should run.
We asked him to smile for a photograph.
Waited a while to see if we could make him laugh.
So did I seek for a cigarette.
His smiling face I cant forget.
It looked like it crossed the street.
He said, Ill wait here.
I wish you were here.
I wish you were here.
Stranger, stranger in a strange land.
He look at me like I was the one who should run.
I watched as he watched us get back on the bus.
I watched there it was.
The way it was there.
He was with us.
And I really dont mind sleeping on the floor.
I cant sleep after what I saw.
I wrote this letter to tell you,
The way I feel.
I wish you were here.
To see what I could see, and hear.
I wish you were here.
song performed by by U2
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Young Lover
One life to live
No time to pretend
No wins no loss
No heroes in the end
No dreams no plans no promises
Young lover
Just turn out the lights
One kiss
One softly whispered yes
No talk oh no, no tears
No hearts to repossess
No names no chains no hostages
Young lover
Just turn out the lights
Slip under the cover
Of the night
Young lover young lover young lover
Everythings all right
Young lover
Just turn out the lights
song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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An Autograph
Lines written at the request of a young lady and inserted in a mental Album.
We looked over the book, it was in form of questions and auswers. One
of the questions was 'who is your favorite poet?' We were quite amused
to find a number of different persons had written in answer, 'McIntyre.'
We believe that the most of them were joking, but we hope to inspire them
With loftier idea of our poetic power in the future.
In this Album you may trace-
If not the lineaments of face-
Here, at least, you will find
Photographs of the mind.
Some in earnest, some in fun,
some do lecture, some do pun ;
Here the maiden and the youth,
Each proclaim some precious truth.
And there is some fine pages-
Written by maturer ages-
They show that time is brief,
That soon comes sere and yellow leaf.
But we must cease, 'ere your ire
Be aroused 'gainst McIntyre,
Who doth reside in Ingersoll-
you'll think that he is droll.
poem by James McIntyre
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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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Just A Glimpse
Just wait, there's no need to frustrate
Waiting is the best part
I'll see you it's only a matter of time (before i)
I love you, and no one can take that away (still crying)
To prove to you, this isn't just an obsession
(Your soul) lights up inside (scared of my own dreams)
Super imposed (wanting to be free)
You twist the ocean (cry myself to sleep)
It tastes good, to me
Sweet, sour, flavour (still crying)
Your taste, makes, cringe and smile
(Your soul) lights up inside (scared of my own dreams)
Super imposed (starving for release)
You twist the ocean (cry myself to sleep)
It tastes good, to me
Just one more glimpse
Just one more glimpse (please let me in)
Just one more glimpse (scared of my own dreams)
Just one more glimpse (one more glimpse of you)
(if you can help)
Help, help me out,
One more chance, help me out,
One more glimpse, just one glimpse,
Of her face, I am broken...
FOR JUST ONE MORE GLIMPSE
Just one more glimpse (please let me in)
Just one more glimpse (scared of my own dreams)
Just one more glimpse (one more look at you)
Just one more glimpse
(if you care)
JUST ONE GLIMPSE (if you care)
(if you care)
song performed by by Inme
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When I look beyond the years
Beyond the years
I find
Myself in total rest
Remembered by
Few out of love
Few out of hate
By many
Whom I met
For some reason
I find
More people talking on
what I did
Few on what I could
Have done
As time moves forward
More I am forgotten
I am remembered
Only when I am seen
In a photograph
In the album
Or
My photo hanging
on a wall
As I go further
I totally disappear
Like the water
From the river
Disappears
In the Deep sea
Nobody knows
I ever existed
17-02-2012
179-90-02-12
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Saddest Photographs V: Behind the Lens
I do picture you
Like a genuine diamond
In the shores of Bimini
For I haven't been and seen
Bimini's blues and greens
I do picture you
In a spectrum of gaiety
In lull reels and negatives
I swoon over the plethora of colors
I found in a grayscale portrait
I do picture you
With eyes close, I do picture you,
With or without the errs and flaws
In a glassine gloss
From a rotogravure photo
But the handsome photo album
Couldn't stay out of the red room
For these pictures are of
My saddest memories
For what you are to me
Is something that will never be
The saddest photographs are those never taken.
poem by Norman Santos
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