Photos of War
Photo of War - 1
no milk for her
child the nipple
droops a sad
thing while dogs
run wildly about
Photo of War - 2
Geese tell of return
the burning village
counts its embers
measured in hands
Photo of War - 3
there are treaties
generals
prisoners and
gilded boxes
exchanged
then the
Mongol spices
Photo of War - 4
boys
muddy feet
cheer
chase behind
battalions
innocent fists
raising threat
for them
such regrettable
punctuation
Photo of War - 5
Hold Fast
the greatest
among us
he knows
only war which
makes him great
in one thing
alone
I know
of waiting
what the horizon
safe keeps behind
its ear
of love, yes
Photo of War - 6
your top knot my hand
unknotting
your long hair my
scented bedding
sudden
startled
wildness of laps
in the vase
so very
still
a clutch of stamens
Arrival at last -
the fallen petal
of your navel
Photo of War - 7
Dream again
of moonlight
of sewing
that work of warriors
naked needling of seams
In this dream
I know the pattern well
so near to hand
a blessing
let the dead bury
theirs
Photo of War - 8
his face
sleeps upon my
belly
I do not breathe
do not wish to disturb
Dawn just
light fingers
trace in circles
each my
breasts
what tickles
but a sigh interrupted
Photo of War - 9
In your dream
a gentle
boat slowly rises
with waves
the gentler subsiding
slides up
my torso
to keel
to kiss
Never again will I go to war
Photo of War - 10
I lie
Already
the men are heavily gathering
new arrows hot for flesh
only for yours I am
Photo of War - 11
Fortress a better world
between the teeth
on tips of tongues
on lip perimeters
strung by kisses
Photo of War - 12
From childhood our song:
Hurry awake sleepy bee
Softly sings the breeze
To sweetness we are called
when the sun high shall be
freshened with tears our parting
Photo of War - The Last
behind the barred door wait
a lock of wound hair
silk pouch of my gated heart
it will be a hard arrow to pierce it
poem by Warren Falcon
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From the Encampment Of Heart Strife, A Young Warrior's Journal - Fragments From an 11th Century Japanese Scroll
for Goodfew
'like unto like'
but do not say it
my forbidden simile
one is not immune
to jealous couriers
who would come
between lovers
Rice paper is thin
Tender words never
tear though ink and
tears fade sure
words to guesses
Distance reconciles
murmurers with desire
Duress strengthens
supple resolve
supple resolve
thickens skin
thickened skin
feels the better
when simple
loves caress
paper curtains
for ink yearn
their brush strokes
burning stories
to bear
a fly
strolls a realm
just on the other
side of light
only silhouettes
guesses too
thrills at motion so
slight framed in
window gray
in love with
small things
keep what
is seen where
hides the wind
Geese tell
of return and
so I will when the
burnt village
counts its embers
measured in hands
there are treaties
generals
gilded boxes
are exchanged
and the
Mongol spices
no milk for her
child the nipple
droops a sad
thing while dogs
run wildly about
Hold Fast
the greatest
among us
he knows
only war which
makes him great
in one thing
alone
I know
of waiting
what the horizon
safe keeps behind
its ear
of love, yes
your top knot my hand
unknotting
your long hair my
scented bedding
sudden
startled
wildness of laps
the vase
so very
still
a clutch of stamens
I dream again
of moonlight
of sewing
that work of
warriors naked
needling seams
In this dream
I know the pattern well
so near to hand
a blessing
let the dead bury
theirs
his face
sleeps upon my
belly
I do not breathe
do not wish to disturb
Dawn just
light fingers
trace in circles
each my
breasts
what tickles
but a sigh interrupted
In your dream
a gentle
boat slowly rising
with waves
the gentler subsiding
slides up
my torso
to keel
to kiss
Never again will I go to war
I lie
Already
the men are heavily gathering
new arrows hot for flesh
only for yours I am
From childhood our song
'Hurry awake sleepy bee
Softly sings the breeze
To sweetness we are called...'
When the sun
is high
shall be
freshened
with tears
our parting
behind the barred door wait
a lock of wound hair
silk pouch of my gated heart
it will be a hard arrow to pierce it
Small boys
muddy feet
cheer
chase behind
innocent fists
raising threat
for them
such punctuation
I regret
only this
to take a quiet supper
to hear the dipper spilling
too full
the deep well
yielding
knowing a hand of dew
brings such sweetness wet, cool
wet
poem by Warren Falcon
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A photo
Have seen a photo today,
photo of two lovers,
they are running,
running for their love,
running for their time,
time of being alive to love,
more more and more,
they are dreaming,
dream of staying together,
forever, each other, forever,
they are dancing alone
in their arm,
they are so so happy
with each other forever,
they are crying,
they are hugging,
they are fighting,
fighting with each other,
they are smiling,
they are loving
each other,
forever, they are the lover,
forever,
I have seen a photo today
poem by Suman Karmakar
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Torn Picture
I found it in my box today,
A photo that I tucked away.
It had a pretty smiling face
In another even happier place.
It use to sit upon my desk
It got me through the worst, into the best
If I couldn't smile that day at all
I just took a glimpse of the photo, and feel the walls
Fall away, fall into dust beneath my feet-
Where earth and man doth meet.
That was till the dark clouds came,
When I found that people often change.
That those we trust oft are our enemy.
When those who chain us, once set us free.
In the midst of the storm, the photo stood,
Daring questions of whoever would.
The symbol of eternal hope,
Something on which I could grab hold.
But hope without help, eventually dies,
And the photo was tucked away with all my files.
One by one, the pictures of you were ripped up
Till there was none of you to remind me of.
But this one photo, hidden away amidst other mail
The one last tangible memory of a fairytale.
Twas today I took hold of its corners,
And watched it tear, till your face was just a blur.
Goodbye to all your lies-
The mask behind which you hide.
Watch the shredded pieces fall in the bin,
Watching as a new life begins.
poem by Joses Tirtabudi
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A Photo from the Past
“A photo from the past’
I dreamt of returning home
Where for long time ago
I made a small house
Of green grass and broken woods.
I dreamt of returning to my childhood.
When there were no responsibilities
No worries, no fears of failure probabilities.
I dreamt of returning to my childhood,
When there were no extra loads.
Actually I returned
through a smiling child photo
through a moment from the past I borrowed.
The child ran far away
With her small hands she waves goodbye
She refused for only one moment to stay
Neither my world is hers nor the day.
I am not blaming her
As she is back to her time
And I am still in mine
So none of us can live in the other’s time.
And I wake up from my dream
On the smiling child in the photo
On the moment that for transient moment
I borrowed.
poem by Shymaa Awad
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My Beloved Mum I Sent You Today Skies
My beloved mum,
I sent you photo of today skies
On the way to court for speeding offend
As I look from the train high up the skies
A plane flies above unreachable it seem
I toke a photo and capture the plane
It told me we aren’t far away and touching
Just like daily I sent you photo of today skies
Everyday you can see beautiful blues skies
I am happy nothing to be worry only smiley
And this plane especially takes your son treasured heart
To my beloved mum to touch and feel the bottom heart of my
Oh my beloved mum even we so far far away
Our heart and soul touches much and more loving
Daily I sent photo of today skies mum happy to see
Everyday we together never seem been away
Mother birth to child bold forever even living afar
Touches bottom hearted treasure and stay forever
Daily together we see the bright skies and the night skies
Good morning my son, Good night my beloved mum
I love you so much
From your son far far away
Sent you photo of today skies
Loving you beloved mum FOREVER
Big hugs cuddles and kisses
Son
poem by See Fee Lee
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All Lost.
Type photo caption, save, no show, all lost, anger!
Type photo caption, save, no show, all lost, anger!
Type photo caption, save, no show, all lost, anger!
Type photo caption, save, no show, all lost, anger!
Type photo caption, save, no show, all lost, anger!
Type photo caption, save, no show, all lost, anger!
Type photo caption, save, no show, all lost, anger!
Type photo caption, save, no show, all lost, anger!
Type photo caption, save, no show, all lost, anger!
Type photo caption, save, no show, all lost, anger!
Type photo caption, save, no show, all lost, anger!
Type photo caption, save, no show, all lost, anger!
Stress!
PB
(C) Yorkshire, Sunday 11th October at 21.58.
poem by Paul Butters
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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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Photo Of Africa
How beautiful are your breasts?
And, how beautiful are your lips?
For your sweet spices of love are like the aroma of the perfumer,
And like the photo of Africa in the land of colours.
The photo of Africa and the muse of your love,
Deeper and deeper lie the dark shadows of love;
But i have prepared my table of love for you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Showstopper In Facebook
'If a favouring God wills to give one,
He will do so splitting the roof of a hut',
the villagefolk often say this in fun,
despite one confined to the hut with doors shut.
A friend of facebook has her mischief done,
tagging on to my photo to a star to gut,
my fame earned as an old gold with good morals.
Young men curse me vying for my laurels.
I'm fine for my photo is matched to a star
at least in the facebook by an unknown friend.
Friends offer bad comments my heart to jar,
as they in hearts have places to the godsend.
They send words of hurt hearts which none can mend.
Some of the friends see me as their foe.
They plead with me, in her heart, their flames to wend.
O you bunged my photo near a star for show!
Could she, this bum, shun or with a great heart allow?
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Photograph
Look at this photograph
Everytime I do it makes me laugh
How did our eyes get so red
And what the hell is on Joey's head
And this is where I grew up
I think the present owner fixed it up
I never knew we'd ever went without
The second floor is hard for sneaking out
And this is where I went to school
Most of the time had better things to do
Criminal record says I broke in twice
I must have done it half a dozen times
I wonder if it's too late
Should i go back and try to graduate
Life's better now than it was back then
If I was them I wouldn't let me in
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, god, I
Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.
Remember the old arcade
Blew every dollar that we ever made
The cops hated us hangin' out
They say somebody went and burned it down
We used to listen to the radio
And sing along with every song we know
We said someday we'd find out how it feels
To sing to more than just the steering wheel
Kim's the first girl I kissed
I was so nervous that I nearly missed
She's had a couple of kids since then
I haven't seen her since god knows when
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, god, I
Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.
I miss that town
I miss the faces
You can't erase
You can't replace it
I miss it now
I can't believe it
So hard to stay
Too hard to leave it
If I could I relive those days
I know the one thing that would never change
Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.
Look at this photograph
Everytime I do it makes me laugh
Everytime I do it makes me...
poem by Sirius White
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Have respite to sustain.
A woman may love you so much
but is not cheap to display it as such.
She may fear harbouring your photo
but might have secured your group photo.
She may fear inviting you home
but might have seen you in some gatherings.
She may destroy all your scribbles
but might have held journals containing some.
She may have anguish to see you
but might have been blatant to show you.
It is true that she fell in love
and by truce hold it hand in glove.
She has equal and opposite
reaction to your action. Have respite.
07.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Scam Continued
My bank account ha ha,
I think not
My identification photo
Again I say go play with a rubber duck or something
For I'm not the ignorant fool that your so use to.
Maybe I should make up a bank name, a number, a address, a send the a random photo of a friend.
And see what happens
For it might be entertaining to see them pretend to be someone who has never left the country and try to access a bank account that does not exist.
For they are going to do one thing that is clean out your bank out
As the man who gives everything shouts, I have been ripped off.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Doris Lessing
I've just been looking at the photo
for longer than I've looked at, into,
a photo for a long time, as if
hoping that in some way
it would add to my humanity,
of Doris Lessing, Nobel prize-winner
at the age of 88;
looking like a benevolent
lady ape looking at you and me and
considering the nature of the human species
she's hoping to evolve into
which may or may not include you and me as we are
but she still looks benevolently at us,
as apes, disconcertingly, do; briefly;
leaving a question in the air
which perhaps words will evolve towards.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Politically Incorrect Poem 3
The latest European edict from Brussels
commands that horses
must have a passport, with photo...
(our local brewery
still used them for local deliveries -
accountants proved them cheaper;
and of course, great publicity)
How many horses
can you get in one
photo-booth?
And they'll need quite a few more
shit-hot
passport inspectors
so watch that arab stallion
strolling so casually
onto the cross-Channel ferry -
might he....?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Paparazzi Picking Orders
paparazzi photographers
stock photo shoot images
mosquito pest stalkers
celeb watchers
photo paid photographers
media admirers
paparazzi photographers
check mated by stalkers
dime celebrities wannabies
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Bloc Bloc Bloc
I want to go up to detroit
I want to lie in the shade
I want to visit the president
And then I want to get laid
I want to go down to memphis
I want to talk to the king
I want to tell him were sorry
And it wont happen again
Ive got a photo of james joyce
Its a photo by man roy
Its not very very much like him
But its not for me to say
She sacrifices her body
Almost every night
Just like a lamb to the slaughter
And she thinks it makes him feel right
You gave me so many problems
You made me crash in my car
Ill have a martini cocktail
And then well see where we are
So just be nice to your brother
Ill take your sister to bed
And I can bloc bloc bloc till the weekend
But youd better come back soon
song performed by by Omd
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There's No Photo Finish Needed
There's no photo finish needed,
For the one...
Who has succeeded.
For the one...
Undefeated.
For the one...
Who has completed,
Passing tests with peace of mind.
And doing this from time to time.
There's no photo finish needed,
For the one...
Who has succeeded.
For the one...
Undefeated.
For the one...
Who has completed,
Passing tests with peace of mind.
And doing this from time to time.
Standing tall from a crawling done...
And doing this from time to time.
Walking while some others run.
And doing this from time to time,
Unsure what doing this would find.
There's no photo finish needed,
For the one...
Who has succeeded.
For the one...
Undefeated.
For the one...
Who has completed,
Passing tests with peace of mind.
And doing this from time to time.
Unsure what doing this would find.
While others rush to a finish line.
There's no photo finish needed,
For the one...
Who has succeeded.
There's no photo finish needed,
For the one...
Undefeated.
There's no photo finish needed,
For the one...
Who has completed,
Passing tests with peace of mind.
And doing this from time to time.
Unsure what doing this would find.
While others rush to a finish line.
There's no photo finish needed,
Here!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Schoolboys In 1939
Once I saw a black & white photo
taken by a Japanese tourist
of London schoolboys
walking briskly to grammar school.
No planes over London yet,
although German troops were blitzing
through Poland that September afternoon,
and Warsaw schoolboys were
running pellmell to bomb shelters,
Jew and Christian alike.
Grainy photos taken on Polish soil
by news photographers
were of victims dead and dying.
The photo of English schoolboys
was of victims yet to be!
poem by Michael Pruchnicki
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Prose Poem lll
wore a rhapsodic expression, her body swayed to inaudible music. Then I gasped. Anyone could see the girl in the picture was surrounded by a wreathe-like aura of white light that shaped itself into what seemed very clerly to be arms and legs and the back of a head. Dutifully I read the article., leaning against the wall.
Alas, just as I thought, the girl in the photo was Eileen, at her niece's wedding in Missouri snapped by a family member, a number of years ago. The article explained how the girl in the photo danced with her father each year on his birthday. That gentleman had died of a stroke some months before the wedding at the age of ninety after a lifetime of perfect health. The wedding had been scheduled on his birthday for reasons of sentiment. The light in the photo was the ghost of her father, the article insisted, visiting from the land of Tir Na Nogh, and interrupting his rest to dance with his daughter on this special day.
poem by Robert Dickerson
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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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