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To linger post death

Post death, your photo might hang on the wall
If you had children to survive you.
Endowed with wealth, bereft of issues,
Your photos would be cast along with the corpse.
28.08.2010

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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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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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Loss of history

Loss of memory leaves one a corpse.
Loss of history of one’s ancestors
Or the ignorance of it by one leaves
One a corpse bereft of identity.
26.09.2010

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Momentary happiness

Food eaten yesterday
Is waste today; yet we eat.
Health taken care of in life
Is lost forever with death; yet we take.
Wealth gotten with efforts
Is left behind post death; yet we get.
Image brought up through out
Will die after we die; yet we must
Life itself consists of only
Momentary happiness.
20.02.2010

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Death, Inevitable Death

Death, inevitable Death.
So now You come to show Your world,
Hence the blackened cloak – unfurled.
And peering down upon my form
– Bereft of pity – Your eyes of storm.

Death, inexorable Death.
‘When? ’ The only question out of Thee.
My dream retorts 'But ne’er for me! ’
But now awake, I bid you so –
My giving tears cry ‘Where to go? ’

Death, adamant Death.
You cast Your spell and guide me 'way,
For life and I have had our day.
And what of me? I prey You, tell!
Be glorious in Heaven or gnarled in Hell?

Death, ineluctable Death.
Oh wiry ghoul, I'm here to follow –
I leave my body grey and shallow.
‘Come! ’ You bid in thund’ring tones,
‘Beg farewell to shattered bones.’

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Memories of Mom

There is nothing I can think of
That brings back old memories
As much as old family photos
What a treat they are for me

Especially ones of my mom
The woman who brought me up
I love to see her beautiful smile
I remember her tender touch

The old photos of her ironing
Reminds me of all her hard work
All the years that I was going up
There wasn’t a chore she would shirk

Oh look, at the little building
That had nearly fallen down
Mom and I were both born there
It’s a rare photo that I found

And here is my precious family
Mom, dad and my brother and sister
Mom is smiling so happily
I would love to hug and kiss her

Yes, family photos are treasures
Gives you thoughts to reminisce on
Like these wonderful photos here
They bring back memories of mom!

poem by Marilyn Lott
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Razel Rhymes

There is a puppet that does rhyme
her name is Razel, she is one of a kind.
www.razelrhymes.com has Razel with funny hair
photos taken in NYC's Time Square.
Her daughter Melodie who is a doll
has photos on the subway having a ball.
Both Razel and Melodie do the town
people watching, even scared with frowns.
Photo with girl in the background
she is shocked for it's Razel she has found.
Found posing in front of the library of NYC
Razel of course thinks herself so pretty.
More photos taken in the taxi cab
cab driver thinks funny and starts to laugh.
Razel and Melodie will soon will arrive
at a law firm to stay the night.
Yes, lawyer will tell me if they will make the grade
to be copyrighted as stuffed toys to be safe.
They will be shipped then to my house FedEx
I write a poem about Melodie who I like best.
Entitled "I Miss My Melodie" which will be in "Puppet Poems"
it's about how Melodie might not make it home.
Melodie and Razel arrive in box from the "City That Never Sleeps"
they had a long travel in a box while counting sheep.
Luckily I have the photos of those 2 recorded in 2010
it was a fun experience for the both of them.

Written by Suzae Chevalier on March 25,2012

poem by Christina Sunrise
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Razel Rhymes

There is a puppet that does rhyme
her name is Razel, she is one of a kind.
www.razelrhymes.com has Razel with funny hair
photos taken in NYC's Time Square.
Her daughter Melodie who is a doll
has photos on the subway having a ball.
Both Razel and Melodie do the town
people watching, even scared with frowns.
Photo with girl in the background
she is shocked for it's Razel she has found.
Found posing in front of the library of NYC
Razel of course thinks herself so pretty.
More photos taken in the taxi cab
cab driver thinks funny and starts to laugh.
Razel and Melodie will soon will arrive
at a law firm to stay the night.
Yes, lawyer will tell me if they will make the grade
to be copyrighted as stuffed toys to be safe.
They will be shipped then to my house FedEx
I write a poem about Melodie who I like best.
Entitled "I Miss My Melodie" which will be in "Puppet Poems"
it's about how Melodie might not make it home.
Melodie and Razel arrive in box from the "City That Never Sleeps"
they had a long travel in a box while counting sheep.
Luckily I have the photos of those 2 recorded in 2010
it was a fun experience for the both of them.

Written by Suzae Chevalier on March 25,2012

poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Needless fighting it was.

There were two brothers who bitterly fought
To share the wealth after their father’s death.
Issueless, one brother left all his wealth
At his death to his brother having a son.
24.02.2010

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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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Deepest Depression (revised)

Staring at the walls...at the pictures that hang there
each photo...of it all
each step of our relationship..that started, with lust, wanting and care
the last picture that is hung
showing the ultimate happiness, of us being in love
I GET THE DEEPEST DEPRESSION
just staring at these things...
the photos on the wall
and the finger that holds my engagement ring

looking around the room, looking at it all
now just filled with dread, n, doom
the dieing roses in the crystal vase
marks the symbol..of the day
when it all was lost, n, went away
the photo album that we made
starts with the pictures of our 1st date, where it started
the last picture is of us, in love
3 days, b4 love was departed
is of the day you proposed, look at it, we are so in love

a red box that had matched
the teddy bear with the red herat attached
in which you gave to me b4 the proposal, inside it held the ring
to unite our love, to bring
us 2gether, from now til 4ever
I GET THE DEEPEST DEPRESSION
JUST LOOKING AT THESE THINGS
the 2 wine glasses,4m which we drank, sealing the deal
a begining to our new fate
n to our proposal, we gave, love cheers, and thanks

the card thats hung,4m the dieing flowers in theyre crystal vase
that you gave.....to me..b4 you kneeled onto 1 knee
uttering the most 4 words a man can say...
all of it is now gonn..just taken away
just in such a short time....3 damn days
I GET THE DEEPEST DEPRESSION
JUST HOLDING THESE THINGS....
the pictures, the wine glass
the teddy bear with the red heart attached
the photo album, the 1st photo, in which we started
the courtship, that blossomed into a beautiful relationship

the last photo, hung on the wall...its left me so broken hearted
the cards i kept in a shoe box, from you, giving to me through
no reason @ all, my birthday, holidays, n anniversary
each card filled with words of love, each card, having its own diversity
I GET THE DEEPEST DEPRESSION
JUST HOLDING, N, TOUCHING, OR LOOKING AT ALL OUR THINGS
to the life we had, the home we made
that just vanished...poof, went away.....
DEEPEST DEPRESSION OVER EVERYTHING....
ESPECIALIALLY THE FINGER THAT WEARS MY ENGAGEMENT RING.....

poem by Krissi B'williams
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Cry of the fatherless son

I will not mourn my father's death
I won't even be struck by his death.
I will not contribute a coin to buy his coffin,
Or for the funeral which I won't even attend.
As is the custom,
I won't name my first son after him.
My children won't ever see photos of him.
I will not tell them tales
that my father supposedly told me.
His name in my house will never ring a bell,
Neither will he ring my doorbell -
For if he does I will let my dogs loose on him,
no matter how old and frail he'll be.
His name in my house shall be forbidden.

But how could I mourn your death?
How would your death strike me?
How could I contribute to your funeral?
Or attend your funeral?
As is custom,
how should I name my son after you?
And how would my children see your photos?
What tales did you tell me,
so I can tell them?
How could your name even ring a bell,
Or you ring my doorbell?
How would I let my dogs loose on you,
An old stranger that I haven't
My eyes set on?

Forgive me.

poem by Kimani wa Mumbi
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Memphis 2006

Springtime in Memphis Tennessee,

traveling with friend

last named pronounced Lee.

Stopping at a coffee bar,

taking photos with local star.

Then going to river named Mississippi,

taking sideway photos of Melodie.

Then off to Elvis’s daughters plane,

“Lisa Marie” across from Graceland.

Brick wall with graffiti by fans for the King,

just plain writing with no sparkling bling.

Elvis's mansion surrounded by gate,

store nearby with Elvis plate.

And of course an Elvis toy,

given as gift for girl or boy.

Razel did take photo with King,

she got a kiss, but wanted a fling.

Then up north from there is downtown,

we stopped and listened to Jazz all around.

Razel took photos with 'singers of the blues',

she posed sideways with no shoes,

singers laughing totally amused.

Then Razel took a 1 hr snooze,

while driving to Florida to get on a cruise.

Memphis was fun don’t get me wrong,

this is the place where Elvis still sings his songs.

Written by Christina Sunrise on March 4,2011

poem by Christina Sunrise
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Memphis 2006

MEMPHIS 2006

Springtime in Memphis Tennessee,

traveling with friend

last named pronounced Lee.

Stopping at a coffee bar,

taking photos with local star.

Then going to river named Mississippi,

taking sideway photos of Melodie.

Then off to Elvis’s daughters plane,

“Lisa Marie” across from Graceland.

Brick wall with graffiti by fans for the King,

just plain writing with no sparkling bling.

Elvis's mansion surrounded by gate,

store nearby with Elvis plate.

And of course an Elvis toy,

given as gift for girl or boy.

Razel did take photo with King,

she got a kiss, but wanted a fling.

Then up north from there is downtown,

we stopped and listened to Jazz all around.

Razel took photos with 'singers of the blues',

she posed sideways with no shoes,

singers laughing totally amused.

Then Razel took a 1 hr snooze,

while driving to Florida to get on a cruise.

Memphis was fun don’t get me wrong,

this is the place where Elvis still sings his songs.

Written by Christina Sunrise on March 4,2011

poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Behind The Wall Of Sleep

Precious cups within the flower
Deadly petals with strange power
Faces shine a deadly smile
Back up on you at your trial
Chill and numbs from head to toe
Icy sun with frosty glow
Whyd you go reaching your sorrow?
Whyd you go read no tomorrow
Feel your spirit rise with the priest
Feel your body falling to its knees
Take your walk of remorse
Take your body to a corpse
Take your body to a corpse
Take your body to a corpse
If you want all remorse
Take your body to a corpse
Now from darkness, there springs light
Wall of sleep is cold and bright
Wall of sleep is lying broken
Sun shines in, you are awoken

song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Survival Shake

This is no story its the key of existence
A little thing you better not forget
I dont know nothing bout its a water-resistance
Why dont you use your head
And survive, survive, survive
You got to survive
Survive, survive, survive
You got to survive
So tell me darling what you wanna be
A welcome idiot in an appletree
I shake you up and I shake you down
Down to the ground
To survive, survive, survive
You got to survive
Survive, survive
All you got to do is to survive
You just got one life
All you got to do is to survive
You just got one life
So better be careful boy
Survive, survive, survive...

song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
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Fickle World

An addiction to a fiction,
A fickle world of photos.
To post a sole to all that prowl
A personal face logo.
A physical, synthetic thing
That world will try to con us in

That fickle world, for all that prowl
that fickle worls of photos.

poem by Peggy Pollock
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Modesty is reserved

That painting lures me to buy.
I can’t. It would rob my wealth.
Its duplicate costs me one tenth.
Even that I prefer to let go.
I settled with its photo print
For paltry sum I grow not poor by.
Woman bends just to flirt
Like one buying a photo print
13.05.2004

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I Will Survive

The world can be a hard place
for everyone living here.
Dangers present themselves
to us on a daily basis.

Each day we look
forward to the next,
always saying to ourselves
I will survive I will survive.

We battle through the black clouds
that circle around our head
always thinking of
the better times that lie ahead.

We sleep and dream
of all the things we wish
always saying to ourselves
I will survive I will survive.

25 September 2010

poem by David Harris
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