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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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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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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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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Tippity Tap
Tap Tap, Click Click
On the train
Leeds To London
Click Click go the mice
Strange Tunes from phones
Is there no time
To kick back
To take time
To enjoy the ride
Worker drones drone on
Click Click
Ring Ring
Work appears to end
Beer & wine from the trolley
Relax time
Work time
Travel time is now
Other times
poem by Jason Palmer
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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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Backward boys
Saturday evening, the week's hired film, click-click, click-click
while we chewed fruit gums and shouted FOCUS!
from time to time when the reel changed;
and after The White Hell of Pitz Palu
or The Lost Horizon, and Mickey in black and white
and Corky the Cat; after the hired films
and the occasional black potato growing on the screen
when the celluloid caught fire,
the home movies run backwards:
and the world was a magic kingdom -
things jumped from nowhere into your hands
like the world's top ball player;
while you ate, the plate filled instead of emptied;
and the happy smiles-for-the-camera
became inane dissociated grins
as if you knew you were being totally idiotic
but had no control...
Suppose
that life, on Saturday evening, did just that for real:
Saturday's trashy film would take on the solemn
inevitability of Greek tragedy;
shoplifting would be an act of humble charity
as one slipped the goods- blink-back onto the counter;
and we the older would look so eagerly forward
to childishness and irresponsibility
(as we alas will; but then more agile and more loved with it) :
like teenagers, go to bed alert and wake up tired...
and in the bathroom - no, let's not go there...
and then at midnight, Cinderella Time would revert to real time.
Boing..oing..oing..
But under the covers as we blissed off to sleep,
a great big, wrinkled, toothy grin...
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Camera vs, Pencil
Exactly same and true
Picture of objects wonderful
The magical instrument
Captures the real image
But real things become still
Logics, camera can't fill
Images, camera only captures
Pencil gives birth to a picture
The sketches drawn by pencil
Speak and make you feel
Not only liveliness of the object
But compels one too, to interpret
Camera can't take image of soul
Pencil draws sketch of in and out
camera and pencil's combination
can fetch reality, feel and imagination
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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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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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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Picture Picture by Tanya Markova
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
Picture picture ohh...
Nang gabing masilayan ka...
Dala-dala ko pa
Ang aking lumang camera
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
Picture picture ohh...
Campus gig noon at nag-aya ang tropa
Maraming bebot ang nagsasayaw
Nang biglang mapansin kita
What a beautiful face
At kinunan kita
What a beautiful face
Angat ka sa iba
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
What a beautiful
What a beautiful face
I saw her face
Mukha syang taga-a a outerspace
Si Mang Roger ako'y kinalabit
Ang sabi
Halika na balot muna
Bago ka mag-konica
Na seramika gawa sa pabrika
Lagot ka na ang kamera may mahika
Ano ang lohika kung bat nahilo ka
Mekaniko si Moniko ng makina ni Monika
What a beautiful face
Bigla kang nawala
What a beautiful face
Ako'y natulala
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
What a beautiful
What a beautiful face
Meron syang look alike na
Meron syang look alike na
Meron syang look alike na
Meron syang look alike na
Meron syang look alike na
Meron syang look alike na
Meron syang look alike na
Mekaniko si Moniko ng makina ni Monika
What a beautiful face
O nasaan ka na
What a beautiful face
Hinahanap-hanap ka
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
Picture picture ohh...
Picture picture
What a beautiful
What a beautiful face...
poem by Shi Yelami
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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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Countenance
Click, click, click, click, click
That’s what I hear, so, stick
Or should I make a move now; quick
Before the others could make me sick
Ponderous thoughts, beating heart
I should have quit right at the start
The adrenalin pushes me to part
With something, nothing, far apart
From Brooklyn, London, Tokyo, Paris
Faceless names which mean to harass
Me now hanging on the crevice
Oh where is now the stupid novice?
Oh well the time is passing by
No longer do I need to cry
It’s just a game so ask me why
Do I bother to groan and sigh?
poem by John B Hayes
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Meka had a toy camera
Meka had a toy camera,
presented by her Mummy Manjula
for her birthday;
While she was viewing through it,
She could see a few animals in it;
She showed it to me with enthusiasm,
I saw it with hilarious amusement;
While I see inside for the first time,
I asked her like a quiz whether she can guess;
I am seeing an animal with four letters,
Can you tell me what I see here?
She said, 'Is it a squirrel?
No, squirrel has eight letters,
tell me the animal you see real;
Is it tiger? but it has five letters,
Is it giraffe? but it has seven letters,
Tell me grandpa, what do you see?
I said, 'I can see a bear'!
Now she responded shrewdly,
If you click the camera several time,
You see a different animal every-time,
Squirrel, Tiger, Giraffe and Bear.
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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Of Ants and Life
…guess me correct
of ants and life they connect
causing a traffic jam on their trails I cannot forget
of ants as they swam from tree barks to get
a source of existence cannot let
the ants in drought to starve
for food is what they have once collected
and stored;
that which none has never rejected
nor objected
of ants and life
the futuristic species
that know when to pick up the pieces
of anything,
and the guard ants making sure nothing misses
from whence it were piled and stored
of ants and life ‘am never bored
as I observed how they nod
in respect and honor on board
as they pass each other a hustle they accord
of ants and life as they seek to conform
to a life in all its form
if ants can manage their own
why can’t we not of our own?
poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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I'm Taking The Photographs Of The Photographers
as they busy taking the
shots of their lives
focusing and focusing
their lenses
i take the opposite view
taking their pictures as they take their pictures
trying to define life
sifting all the details
the colors and tones
and frozen movements of
people and things
i am amazed on how amazed they are
with their object and subjects
i click my camera first before they
click theirs
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hating A Self
i hate taking a tour
alone by myself,
from time to time i have to ask someone
to click the camera for me.
then i walk in the burnham park
i am mistaken as a ham for sale
it is a pity
being alone spending a sleepless night
in a five star hotel
no channel of the TV appeases me
don't mistake me
i also hate you for this.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Im Not Angry
Youre upstairs with the boyfriend while Im left here to listen.
I hear you calling his name, I hear the stutter of ignition.
I could hear you whispering as I crept by your door.
So you found some other joker who could please you more.
Im not angry, Im not angry anymore.
Im not angry, Im not angry anymore.
Ooh, I know what youre doin.
I know where youve been.
I know where, but I dont care,
cause theres no such thing as an original sin.
Ive got this camera click, click, clickin in my head.
I got you talking with your hands, got you smiling with your legs.
Spent all my time in a vanity factory,
Wonderin when theyre gonna come and take it all back.
Chorus
song performed by by Elvis Costello
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Only Way To Understand What We Have Been Talking About...
let me write about peace then.
the irony is that peace has no use of words,
like silence,
when you utter it, it is not there anymore.
let me paint peace then, ah, the very sound of the brush disturbs it,
the way we choose the color, creates an argument
let me have a camera and take a picture of peace,
disregard the click and the flash
just imagine it,
early dawn, a fisherman casts his net on a noiseless sea
all the fish have gone to the other side of the island.
the earlier you accept that you have been rightfully abandoned
the easier is it to understand what we have been talking about.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The clock is clicking
The clock is clicking
It is clicking to show just then
A time span of one second
Has become the past
The clock is clicking
Each click means a step
Towards your progress and growth
Optimistic wisdom says
The clock is clicking
Each click means a nail
Onto your coffin
Philosophical wisdom says
The clock is clicking
Each click means the arrival
Of a child in India
Population expert worries
The clock is clicking
Each click means the committal
Of a crime
Police personnel observes
The clock is clicking
Each click means a travel of 2.5 km
In space of the earth's surface
Astromer estimates
The clock is clicking
Each click means a change
In fortune of an individual
Astrologer announces
The clock is clicking
Each click means the admission
Of a heart patient
Health specialist heaves
The clock is clicking
Each click means the drain
Of my battery
The clock cries within
The clock is clicking
Let the clock be clicking
Let any one have his or her inkling
Let us be lively and kicking
Let nothing stop us becoming a king
The clock is clicking
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Up On The Housetop
(traditional - arranged by reba mcentire)
Up on the housetop reindeer pause
Out jumps good old santa claus
Down through the chimney with lots of toys
All for the little ones, christmas joys
Ho, ho ho! who wouldnt go? ho, ho ho! who wouldnt go?
Up on the housetop, click, click, click
Down through the chimney with old saint nick
First comes the stocking of little nell
Oh, dear santa fill it well
Give her a dolly that laughs and cries
One that will open and shut her eyes
Ho, ho, ho! who wouldnt go? ho, ho, ho! who wouldnt go?
Up on the housetop, click, click, click
Down through the chimney with old saint nick
Next comes the stocking of little will
Oh, just see what a glorious fill
Here is a hammer and lots of tacks
Also a ball and a whip that cracks
Ho, ho ho! who wouldnt go? ho, ho, ho! who wouldnt go?
Up on the housetop, click, click, click
Down through the chimney with old saint nick
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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