A Portrait Of A Thinker
at the time when you say
you want to take a picture of me
in that office
where books are not adornments
but necessities
of my being a part of this strict system
of competition and
rat racing,
i suddenly go to the instinct of biting
the nail of my hand
my arm pretends to be secure on the head
of the chair
covered with white leather
i look at it again
i smile at you
and you like it and then you click
the camera
and feed it on the computer and send it to me
with a dedication...(i will not write it here)
i suspect, really, (how can i tell you)
i am not that self, i have not composed it.
Yes, it.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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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Home Alone Distressed Without Working Computer
Home alone without a working computer
I am at a loss
Every few minutes I think to look something up
No Google No Wikipedia Nothing
I want to read my mail
No mail
No entertainments from YouTube either
Where is the joy of perpetually going
From one interesting link to another?
Above all I am lost without my documents
This is my system for work and I cannot write without it
Without my computer I wonder what to do with my time
I do not have patience for all the books on my table
I am used to achieving things
In smaller times and spaces
Without my computer
I cannot be myself
I am lost without it
My mind wanders helplessly toward fixing this one
Or immediately getting another –
Oh why can’t I make just one click
And have it all back?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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If The Camera Breaks..
Do you want to take a picture?
Fine go ahead, with a clicky click, click take.
Wait, hang on a second I didn't put on my smiling face.
Now try try and try.
For with my ugliness the camera might just break.
Do you want to take a picture?
Fine go ahead, with a clicky click, click take.
Wait, hang on a second I didn't put on my smiling face.
Now try try and try.
For with my ugliness the camera might just break.
If it does don't expect me pay.
And if you have pour gasoline on yourself, light the fire and jump out 10 story window just to get the images out of your head.
Just don't expect me to feel guilty.
Do you want take a picture?
Fine go ahead, with a clicky click, click take.
Wait, hang on a second I didn't put on my smiling face.
Now try try and try.
For with my ugliness the camera might just break.
Do you want take a picture.
Fine go ahead, with a clicky click, click take.
Wait, hang on a second I didn't put on my smiling face.
Now try try and try.
For with my ugliness the camera might just break.
Don't say I didn't warn you if the camera it breaks.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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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.
*
[www. Hindupedia.com > Great Sages > Saints of Recent Times > Neem Karoli Baba]
poem by Michael Shepherd
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So Sublime!
Photo shoot,
Hey! That’s cute.
Smile please,
say ‘Cheese’!
Click, click.
Super pic.
Camera shy?
not this guy!
Has all the right angles,
Has romantic tangles.
Top model.
What a doddle.
On agents books.
Has the looks.
Icon of style.
Ooohhhhhh! That smile,
Say ‘Cheese’!
again please.
Get me the sal volatile.
I’ve gone weak bodily,
in my knees.
Smile Please!
Just one more time!
He’s so sublime!
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Security Over Freedom, The Boot That Will Kill Open Source. Can it be considered within the bondaries of fairuse?
Secure boot is a monopolistic idea, in which the freedom is sacrificed for security.
In such a scenario where secure boot is enabled, and can't be disabled.
It can eliminate competing software on proprietary system.
They can then jack up prices because their is no competition.
How many will build their own computers to avoid it?
How many will throw away their old computer because it crashed and they can't afford to buy windows software, and with secure boot their is no free alternative?
Fair use is under question. For when I buy computer, I'm not looking for permanent software, but the right choose my software, whether it's free or not.
And with the death open source, where will all the innovated software come from?
Stifling creativity because you can't fairly compete in the market of today is like giving a black eye to the whole computer industry.
It's saying I don't care how much money you have if you want a computer it is going to us all.
And I hate to break it to you, it is already too late for that hail merry pass with giants like Google, Apple, even Mozilla existing in this competition. Each with their own experience in certain fields.
Your sale of software will decline upon the continuation of this path.
And lawsuits will ensue.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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It Doesn't Come Easy
Into a zone I own and claim.
And not only am I featured...
But I'm there in every scene.
Into a zone I own and claim.
And it took me quite a while,
To establish my own style.
It doesn't come easy,
To get up from a fall at all.
No matter who depicts,
What the picture represents.
It doesn't come easy...
To decide and get the nerve to play ball.
With thoughts of getting rid,
Of any suspect competition.
Into a zone I own and claim.
With thoughts of getting rid,
Of any suspect competition.
Into a zone I own and claim.
With thoughts of getting rid,
Of any suspect competition.
It doesn't come easy,
To get up from a fall at all.
No matter who depicts,
What the picture represents.
So many find their comforts in like minds.
Hoping that all will agree,
To their wants and spoiled needs.
Into a zone I own and claim.
With thoughts of getting rid,
Of any suspect competition.
Into a zone I own and claim.
With thoughts of getting rid,
Of any suspect competition.
It doesn't come easy,
To get up from a fall at all.
No matter who depicts,
What the picture represents.
Into a zone I own and claim.
It doesn't come easy,
To get up from a fall at all.
Into a zone I own and claim.
It doesn't come easy,
To get up from a fall at all.
Into a zone I own and claim.
It doesn't come easy,
To get up from a fall at all.
It doesn't come easy,
To get up from a fall...
At all.
At all.
At all.
It doesn't come easy,
To get up from a fall...
At all.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wish For Release
Scared to return to the office to sit
in a chair that does not meet the
need for a correct sitting position
as the desk is too high for the office
chair I bought myself and the bar
stool I have is causing neck-ache
I don't know who to ask and where
to go to get my work station fixed
and raise the computer screen so
my head is not forced to hang down
and increase the pain in my neck,
I receive medication to force
my brain to ignore the pain
Will this help me to sit in the wrong
position until I am dead in my chair?
I ardently wish for release in what-
ever way if I cannot be freed from
the chair and the pain...
Saturday 21 June 2012
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Click, Click
Youthful, delicate, feminine, photogenic,
Her walk stops talk,
Lookers look on,
She catches my eye, points to herself,
her camera ready,
my hands willing, my fingers unsteady,
Her magnetic smile draws eyes
of passers-by,
A wolf-whistle, - Loud,
Laughter from the crowd,
Cameras lifted, click, click,
A reincarnation divine,
burst through eons of time,
Saphire eyes, raven hair,
confidence magnifed in electrified air,
Someone's shout: Elizabeth Taylor,
She puckers her lips,
a camera kiss,
Another wolf-whistle - Loud,
Laughter from the Crowd!
Click, Click.
poem by Elke Nigro
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Zoom Lens
My time
Over
In a blink
Of the camera
To click
The big picture
Of so many ants.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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I Love My Computer
I love my computer you make me feel alright
Every waking hour and every lonely night
I love my computer for all you give to me
Predictable errors and no identity
And it's never been quite so easy
I've never been quite so happy
(Chorus)
All I need to do is click on you and we'll be joined in the most soul-less way
And we'll never ever ruin each other's day 'cuz when I'm through I just click
And you just go away
I love my computer you're always in the mood
I get turned on when I turn on you
I love my computer you never ask for more
You can be a princess or you can be my whore
And it's never been quite so easy
I've never been quite so happy
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
The world outside is so big but it's safe in my domain
Because to you I'm just a number and a clever screen name
All I need to do is click on you and we'll be together for eternity
And no one is ever gonna take my love from me because I've got security
song performed by by Bad Religion
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A Picture In Black And White Always Brings Nostalgia
For Instance The Picture Of Mama And Papa
Beside Their Daughters
Named Leonor With The Pony Tail
Betty With The Tiny Curls
And Delia
With Her Expensive Smile
(She Seems To Frown In All The Other
Pictures)
And There Was This Bouncy, Plump Boy
Wrapped With Silky Cloth
That Mama Held So Tightly In Her Arms
As Papa Sat On A
Big Rosewood Chair
Like General Mcarthur
Not Afraid Of The War
His Left Hand Inside His
Pant Pocket While
The Other Hand Was Holding
Mama’s Waist
I Know That Boy
With A Big Smile As Though Life
Is A Big Joke
That Boy Was Supposedly
Their Only Boy
It Was Me
And Then Ten Years Later
My Brother Came
I Did Not Know Why There Was
No Other Picture
Like That
A Family, For The Time Being
Let My Brother Tell You
We Are Never Close And I Do Not Like
To Tell The Truth
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Picture
a picture in black and white always brings nostalgia
for instance the picture of mama and papa
beside their daughters
named leonor with the pony tail
betty with the tiny curls
and delia
with her expensive smile
(she seems to frown in all the other
pictures)
and there was this bouncy, plump boy
wrapped with silky cloth
that mama held so tightly in her arms
as papa sat on a
big rosewood chair
like general mcarthur
not afraid of the war
his left hand inside his
pant pocket while
the other hand was holding
mama's waist
i know that boy
with a big smile as though life
is a big joke
that boy was supposedly
their only boy
it was me
and then ten years later
my brother came
i did not know why there was
no other picture
like that
a family, for the time being
let my brother
tell you
we are never close and i do not like
to tell the truth
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Man Or Machine
Auto, bus, walking and sweating dermis,
somehow on time I reach my office.
work needs to be finished on time so I sit infront of computer.
breakfast time, toast, butter and tea glass,
hurriedly I eat, unaware it may appear boorish and crass.
work needs to be finished on time so I sit infront of computer.
lunch time, dosa containing rice, dal and yeast,
the way I eat can put to shame any wild beast.
work needs to be finished on time so I sit infront of computer.
till evening, I am tired, drowsy and dozy
but I skip the plan to go outside to have some tea.
work needs to be finished on time so I sit infront of computer.
My head aches, my eye burns
but I continue work amidst yawns.
work needs to be finished on time so I sit infront of computer.
Just before logout, I work with great pace,
with time I contest, compete and race.
work needs to be finished on time so a computer sits infront of computer.
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poem by Md. Asadullah
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The Write Place
I have a desk at which to write
but I prefer my old arm chair
It is so comfortable, just right
I usually do my writing there.
I have a pc which I use
mainly to edit and correct
The quick outpourings of my muse
as do most poets I suspect.
A pad and pencil are my tools
I use modern technology
but stick to my old fashioned rules
when I’m composing poetry
My desk is very nearly bare
but books abound by my arm chair.
21-Oct-07
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Album
My father is dead.
I who am look at him
who is not, as once he
went looking for me
in the woman who was.
There are pictures
of the two of them, no
need of a third, hand
in hand, hearts willing
to be one but not three.
What does it mean
life? I am here I am
there. Look! Suddenly
the young tool in their hands
for hurting one another.
And the camera says:
Smile; there is no wound
time gives that is not bandaged
by time. And so they do the
three of them at me who weep.
Submitted by Andrew Mayers
poem by Ronald Stuart Thomas
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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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Harder Than A Coffin Nail
Harden than a coffin nail
Bend the heaven up into hell
Harden than a coffin nail
Hahahahahaha
Harden than a coffin nail
Harden than a coffin nail
Harden than a coffin nail
Harden than a coffin nail
Hahahaha
Harden than a coffin nail
Hahahahaha
Harden than a coffin nail
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song performed by by Papa Roach
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Photograph
I found this photograph
Underneath the broken picture glass
Tender face of black and white
Beautiful, a haunting sight
Looked into an angels smile
Captivated all the while
From the hair and clothes she wore
Id place her in between the wars
Was she willing when she sat
And posed the pretty photograph?
Save her flowering and fair
The days to come, the days to share
A big smile for the camera
How did she know?
The moment could be lost forever
Forever more
I found this photograph
Stashed between the old joist walls
In a place where time is lost
Lost behind, where all things fall
Broken books and calendars
Letters script in careful hand
Music too, a standard tune by
Some forgotten big brass band
From the threshhold whats to see
Of our brave new century?
The televisions just a dream
The radio, the silver screen
A big smile for the camera
How did she know?
The moment could be lost forever
Forever more
Was her childhood filled with rhymes
Stolen hooks, impassioned crimes?
Was she innocent or blind
To the cruelty of her time?
Was she fearful in her day
Was she hopeful, did she pray?
Were there skeletons inside
Family secrets, sworn to hide?
Did she feel the heat that stirs
The fall from grace of wayward girls?
Was she tempted to pretend
The love and laughter, til the end?
song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
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About Your Day
go to the sea
listen to the waves
focus on the white foams
follow the sea gulls
ride a boat
see the colors of the fish
feed them with your hands
and feel
agility, and know
how the corals
breathe
inside the office
you are surrounded by venetian blinds
your light is the bulb
your sound is the beeping phones
you are beside a heap of papers
pile of books
your partner is the personal computer
you chat at noon
and wish for sleep too soon
inside sleep
run as fast as you can
chase your dreams
catch them
all.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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