Photography poetry
717 creative works found
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A very intimate shot of my son. Original taken on 35mm B&W film. / / ~~~~~~~~~~ / The eyes get me everytime! / I sink deeper and deeper into their midst. / ‘Of course you can’, / ‘I know you didn’t mean it’. / How could those eyes do any wrong, / it’s no use, I am gone. / ~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Another one of my flowers from my show with poems to her. “As I passed her every day on my way to work her beauty caught my eye. / And as the week passed by my need for her never died. / So I stole her! / And put her in a vase as my prisoner, / but unlike my love for her….. she wilted and died”
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I see my baby come to bed in old white cotton panty’s! / The color signals out to me that she will soon surrender! / How can she not be well aware of what that color means? / I feel like the wolf who’s lying here waiting for his meal! / She comes to me on this summer breeze while I lie here plotting love! / Her skin so smooth so full of life so perfect to the touch! / The smell that comes from deep with in just mingles in the air! / She’s still just circling around our bed she knows what’s waiting there! / I guess she thinks old panty’s will protect her from this wolf! / I am ready for this game of hers its just an old repeat! / She hopes that these holy colors that clings so close to her, / will signal to the beast that he should let her go to sleep! / we’ve played this game a million times she’s always on alert! / She can’t think these cotton panty‘s will protect her soul tonight! / But its not the color that’s caught my eye or the way they cling to her… oh thats just a treat! / Its that sweet sweet candy that lies beneath those ugly cotton panty’s!
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Alone
by David RomanOne women walking down the street she was out of this world! / Her beauty not even words could praise she walked so high above! / And as I looked at her up close she had a certain air! / She was sharp and full of wit but very very shy. / And when she smiled you fell apart hoping it was just for you! / She never had a social life as far as we all knew! / She stayed at home and lived the life that none could talk about! / And then one day I saw her sitting all alone! / I took my chance and walked up to her shining face and saw that she was crying! / I stood there listing to her sob and wondered what caused this drama. / And then she looked me in the face and said this in a whisper! / Its not real easy being me I wish that I was ugly because with this face I sit alone wishing for someone to love! / No one will come to my home and say lets take a ride, they look at me like I was God and wish that they were me! / But they don’t know that in this soul is a dying little girl. / Born with good looks thats been a curse from the day that I was born! / I hate it when they look at me and whisper unkind words! / I am not a snob or a flirt and I won’t steal your boyfriend! / I just want a chance to have a friend and be like every body. / So when you see me sitting here looking like I am happy thats not the case, I am hoping that you’ll ask me out so you can get to know me!
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This is one of the flowers from my show and poems for her. A little story about school and one of the adventures of a child’s first instrument. / We had to play in the school band everyone had to. / So this was the day we were all suppose to pick out our first instrument. I didn’t want to be the last to pick an instrument. / But by the time my name came up the best ones where all gone! / I wanted to play the trumpet like Louis Armstrong! / And practiced with my voice real deep like Louie always did. / I had all types of special ways I was gonna hold it. / With a napkin like Louie did while acting hip and cool. / And then I stand there very cool as if I was on stage. / I’d take a bow to the applause and wave my napkin at them! / I’d roll my eyes like Louie did and laugh out “here’s to you”! / I had it all planned out in my head as each one pick his favorite. / And as Susan picked the violin and Barry wanted drums. / Then Karen had a heart attack if someone wanted to play flute. / And big Bob was telling me that he was gonna play the sax. / And by the time they got to me my instrument was gone! / The only thing that they had left was a six foot tall base! / I looked at it, it looked at me it was the taller of us two! / My teacher said to me Davie boy this will remain in school! / I could Not believe my luck, you know what this good fortune means? / That lovely base with the heavy case meant I didn’t have to take it home! / Oh God I couldn’t believe my luck I didn’t have to practice!
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One of the flowers from my show and poems for her. We have all been haunted at one time or another. I saw you pass me by on the streets many times before. / And each time I saw you I held my breath my heart stopped as you floated by. / Its not because your beautiful thats caught my hopeless eyes . / And its not the way you walk by without a glance my way. / Its the simple fact that you look so fresh each and every day! / I’ve know all types of women each had her own style. / Each caught my breath in a special way and brought with it a smile. / But you my wonder full of grace with feet up off the ground you drift right pass me as if you were from a heavenly place. / I’ve loved all types of women I’ve had more than my share. / I’ve broken hearts and been unkind and had my heart broke too. / But I’ve never lost one nights sleep over all those things… thats sad but true! / And sleep never comes at night for me, now that I’ve been touched by you. / You have me tossing every night you haunt me in my dreams. / I pace around my room at night haunted by your curse. / Are you the ghost of loves long gone that I coldly mistreated? / Or are you the spirit of someone who put a Voodoo on me? / What is this curse that been sent my way to pay me back ten times? / Not only are you everything but you have me going crazy! / Is this my life’s played out again and you’ve come back to revenge all your pretty friends! / What is this curse thats come my way thats made me her sweet slave? / Thats got my mind in such disrepair and makes me cry all day! / I swear I’ll never be the man that I was yesterday if you only let me have one moments peace and maybe drift away! / But no I am like a captured slave waiting for his meal. / And you my sweet is all I need your food for my dying soul! / And this suffering sadly is worth it all one glance will ease the pain! / So here I sit in my window each and every day,held captive and cursed by you my special love ! / Hungered and hoping for one fleeting glance… as you pass me by. / I’ve know all types of women none could put this spell on me, but you my wonder from below have put a curse on me!
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Caddy
by David RomanEvery guy has a special girl he secretly love’s its normal! And usually its a woman who’s older and out of reach! I had mine and am happy to say she stayed my special love until she died a few years ago! / This is a true tale! My girlfriends mother had a Caddy she had it for a week it was so so sweet and regal looking sitting in the little driveway ! / I had a car it was cool too but nothing next to that! / And all I could do was stand an look and wish it was mine too! / I had a great relationship with my girlfriend Pat, but I loved her mom and wished that she was seventeen again! / And even though her daughter was my special girl I’d drop her in a minute for one date with her gorgeous mom! / She had a super feeling she knew I loved her so and she gave me all the things that I never got at home! / We did everything together like normal family’s do I dropped by to see them every day when I left from school. / And when she needed to go across town she’d look me in the eyes, and say… “who wants to drive my caddy to the store today”? / I look at her with a big big smile and say… “Well come on lets all get started ”! / I’d open up the door for her like a gentle man, and watch as she slid in the car and close the door again! / I’d walk around to my side and hop right in the seat! And then look her in the eyes and wish that she was mine! / She tell me were she’d want to go and pat me on the hand. / I’d back right out that driveway making sure the coast was clear, and then I put that car in gear and take it nice and slow! / I’d feel just like a king sitting in them leather seats, me and my girlfriends pretty mom gliding down the avenue! / I’d drive that caddy every day I thought that it was mine, going to all types of places hundreds of miles away! / I fell in love with that car it felt so good to drive, and the best thing of it all was not the leather seats! / But my girl friend’s mother sitting right there next to me!
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One of the flowers from my show and poems for her. What madness started at the dance when three sisters all walked in! / Wearing the exact outfits looking like just like triplets. / Not one person in the place could take their eyes away from this royal sight. / As they waltzed and laughed as the music played underneath the stars that night. / Each man that came to seek a dance was escorted to the floor. / And gloves did touch and smiles exchanged but never anymore. / And when the song was finally over the band played the next tune and then the sisters danced together on the ballroom floor! / Oh what a sight that moment was as they twirled and twirled together. / All holding hands with one another as the crowd just clapped and shouted! / What magic did their outfits make as they spun in and out together. / And on an on the people sang as the tension built much higher. / The music took them to a place only angels can dream of. / But these three sister on that night were those angels from above!
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This is one of the flowers from my show and poems for her. You ever have one of them morning’s when a little bottle can make a bad day turn great? Pink Candy was the perfume that she wore as she came out of the shower that morning! / She was just my wife for a week and she was such a treat but this flavor was driving me crazy. / I’d sit on the bed with my mind on that room wondering when she would appear. / And then I’d jump up and run right to her just to smell what she had in her hair. / She knew that I loved her but this brought alarm as she stepped back and looked at my friend. / She said to me darling I think a cold showers needed because none of this candy you’ll get this morning! / I looked so dejected as I walked back to bed it was sunday and it was the lords day I guess he’s standing in my way. / So I picked up the papers and started to read and that smell pulled me out of the bed. / My nose took fast over as it led me in to the bathroom where my wife forgot to close her little secret. / An there in a bottle not two inches long that was holding all of her pretty charms. / I took a deep breath of my baby’s secret as my heart beat started to fly. / And then I could feel a little heat of my own starting deep deep down inside. / Oh wow, what the hell, oh no its not true, this little bottle started me panting. / I couldn’t believe that two inches turned in to three and then it became a monster. / This bottle had started the morning off wrong as my baby pushed me away and now here I am with a raging hard on,on the lords day! / And there’s no body here to squeeze it or hold it nice and soft! / This little bottle is poison to me as I put it back on the shelf. / Oh damn it won’t go down I guess I’ll have to give it to her this morning! / And I strut out the bathroom looking for her so she can see what the hell she’s done to me! / She’s got her back turned to me as she looks out of the window. / Then me an my big friend sneak up behind her. / I gave her a start as I give her a hug as she pushes her body back on me. And I give her a push and she give me a shove and her lips down below kissed my friend and thats how this whole story ended!
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This is another of the flowers from my show and poems for her. We know our service men and women are doing two and three tours of duty and in some cases they have been four time’s this is the story of one mans service to his country. I just pulled up in this loud Humvee. / This place has been bombed out. / It seems all the locals are no where in sight, it look’s like they took off running they must of heard us coming. / I circle all the hot spots with my partner by my side. / All eyes are searching everywhere incase there’s sniper fire. / Out of no where comes a shot its misses everyone. / I tell my partner look out Charley I think he’s in that house. / We swing the Humvee over to the area that the shot came from. / We shoot a canon in the house we’re sure it kills everyone. / We hear it coming on the speakers that everyone is dead… its safe to travel farther on today. / This night is young we just got started and the heats making me nervous. / I got a partner its his first time out and he’s looking mighty scared. / I been out here a thousand times and each time its like the first. / But this time my hearts in my mouth I am really nervous. / I don’t know what it is thats got me on the edge. / Maybe its this new partner thats afraid of everything. / He’s so damn nervous sitting next to me I can feel his knees shaking, as I try to calm him down as we ride on. / He’s here because he’s poor and needed a bed to sleep. / He joined this mans army for some food to eat, and see the whole wide world. / He never thought he end up here, when he signed up they said don’t worry. / You wont be going to that war the battles almost over. / So now he’s next to me pissing in his pants. / But night is just an hour away and then the shit will start, they come out killing us after dark. / I need to make it through this night I need to make a call, I guess thats why I feel so uptight tonight. / Tomorrows my baby’s birthday and my last day in this hell. / She was born one week before I left to do my fourth tour of duty. / I haven’t seen her tiny face in almost a year as I grind another day out in this killing place. / I thought my commander said I only had to make it through 2 tour’s and that was it for me. / Well this one is the fourth tour for me. / Eight more hours and I’ll be State side with my wife and baby girl if I can make it through this night and not get killed. / This night is just crawling along I hear snipers far away, must be bravo up in the hill getting killed today. / I was up there just last week and half my company went down from friendly fire! / We tried to signal them that they were killing us down on the ground, but no one heard a damn thing at central command. / Rockets were blasting us from all directions as we tried to hide for cover. / I looked above and thought I saw an angel but it was one of us that turned out to be the devil. / He took us down in less time it took to get us here I never knew what the hell he was doing way up there. / I guess he’s under so much stress trying to stay alive, dodging rockets as he’s flying high above us in the air. / But God damn someone missed the call as we fell down to the ground. / As we looked for help on the radio they said its on the way. / Then we realized that was our help way up there he’s dropping bombs down on us. / He’s shooting down on us like where the enemy! / And half the company was dead down there that day. / I stayed in this here Humvee right behind a rock. / They blew that rock to piece’s but didn’t get my truck and when the coast was clear I looked for everyone. / And big bird up in the sky killed half of us. / I’am nervous as I ride this lousy truck with this nervous partner. / But I don’t think about friendly fire coming back again because lighting never strikes twice. / But what I think is gonna happen before I get my leave tomorrow, someone’s gonna kill me on my last tour of duty. / I think about dying every day that I stand up. But that nervousness turns to energy to help me through this shit. / My knees were shaking like this kids on my first tour of duty and tonight I think their gonna shake too. / I just need 8 hours and this is it for me. / I can smell the home made cooking that my mommas gonna make. / I can see them collards on the stove and that fried chicken on the table. / I can see me in the bed kissing on my wife and making love to her all night. / And playing little silly games with my baby girl. / If I can only make through 8 more hours of this shit. / I’ve done 4 tours and this last day is the worst for me and if I make it back home I swear thats it for me. / I’am tired of killing people and finding dead children under rocks. / When the hell is this shit gonna stop. / We’re pulling up to a rubble in the middle of the block all arms are at the ready as this Humvee makes a stop. / We scan the building with our guns and AK47s and hope to God we don’t find anyone. / Its Charley my partner he’s up and out the truck. / Where the hell is he going that kid is bad luck. / He running for cover as someone fires on the truck. / An out from my blind side I hear someone speak to me but all I hear them say is run baby! / Get the hell out baby and run! / But I don’t see no body there it’s only me in this truck, but they are still saying run. / I slam the door open and hit the ground on my belly I’ll be damn if I stand up and run and be a sitting duck. / I am on my knees and on my belly crawling on the ground and then my truck explodes into a fire bomb. / I look all around and not a soul to be seen! / No one is in the building not a soul alive. / I look for Charley everywhere he’s crying in a corner. / I asked him if he tried to warn me and he shook his head no. / I guess it was that man from up above who said to move my ass. / And then I look up in the sky and God damn I can’t believe… it’s big bird dropping bombs on everyone! / It looks like friendly fire once again! / The sunrise is on the hill this hell is almost ended. / Just one more hour of this evil place and no more killing children. / My knees are really shaking as I think I’ll be home soon and Charley’s looking at my knees and laughing. / We made it through that last night and I made my phone call home. / My wife is on the telephone crying up a storm. / She tells me that she had a dream that we were in a fight. / Bombs were flying everywhere an then she woke up screaming. / But one thing that she remembered about that ugly dream was telling me to run…. get out the truck and run. / It looks to me that there is a God he heard my pleas last night and sent a message to me from my wife.
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BURNING DESIRES / Burning desires, flames of the soul, / heated passions that never grows cold. / Sweet wet kisses on my body you explore, / touching, seeking, wanting more. Burning desires, flames of the soul, / heated passions that never grows cold. / Whispers of a love so true , tightening, / arching in a prelude, lusting for you. Burning desires, flames of the soul, / heated passions that never grows cold. / Sensations softly traveling up my thighs, / seeing reflections of love deep in your eyes. Burning desires, flames of the soul, / heated passions that never grows cold. / Rhythms of drums beating in tune with my heart. / heightened orgasms beginning to start. Burning desires, flames of the soul, / heated passions that never grows cold. / Your breathing fast , your thrust so strong, / ever seeking , probing, wanting to prolong. Burning desires, flames of the soul, / heated passion that never grows cold. / Sweet passion kisses oh so true, / a heart filled with love only for you. / Poetry By: Madeline M. Allen / / / Smudge Art TM / Fractal Art / Photography / Poetry / By: Madeline M. Allen Thank you for viewing my work Image copyright © 2008, Madeline M. Allen / Copying and displaying or redistribution / of this image without permission from / the artist is strictly prohibited
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Arabic words painted on the image are: / Passion, Love, Beauty, Imagination, Soul, Affection, Ardor, and Flame (Lahab) The following poem is a collaboration between myself and Ms. Aaliyah Hannan. Ordained to Dance With my index finger I trace / a smooth invisible arc / down the glossy round surface / of this orb. I exhale crystal goblets / of fruitless faith in the calm of / numinous white blossoms while alternating waves of pace / and rhythm perform / a ceremony of shifting guards. Almost lost— / subtle voices a slice / above, below audible, / wine without cups, / heaven-less clouds, backs turned to mystery, / the nomadic prison / resting in wisdom, / ancient pages unreeling / amid azure skies / of naked eloquence. Alarms shriek / in every quarter of this wistful city. / I look for you to make love / the path to abide this / supernatural immensity. With eyes shut fast / in aching sensuality / I’ll choose a landscape / like a canvas of tears / dreaming. I’ll find release / in the strands of my knowing instincts. / Make permanent / the jubilant abandon of my twinging spirit. Sorted / the remnants of my prophet’s revelations / clung to drunken ramblings of / unfortunate muses / only to arrive / full circle. © Aaliyah Hannan and Assef Al-Jundi
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this tree / speaks / to me / makes / me wonder / what would / have been / if he’d / had one / friend / to understand / his pain / what would / our gains / be then / with more / of this / favored / artist / lost / soon / too harshly / what would / become of / us then? Vincent
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This is from the series Mars Attack “The Passover” The visitors are passing directly over us as we look in wonder. / All eyes are glued to the sky as we stand and tremble. / The dog is barking at the sky I wonder if he knows? / That soon our whole worlds gonna change forced on us by strangers! / My minds confused as I stand and look what the hell is going on? / Just last week we were in the church praying to Baby Jesus. / But this has put a different player in to my religion. / I wonder who he’s praying to or even if he cares! / My wife’s still looking at the sky as I struggle with my mind. / And all my neighbors are in a trance as this thing go’s by. / And little Trudi’s standing there she’s peed in her new blue jeans. / And her friend Kim from down the street has done the same thing too. / And Mike the guy who’s always ready to come and play some cards. / Is on his knees in his front yard praying up to God. / My mind is still a little foggy as I look to all my neighbors and then Judi comes up to me and says she’s really frightened. / It looks to me that everyones scared as we look at it pass by. / And then I hear someone start to scream so loud it waked me from my thoughts. / Its Janis who’s from the next block over she’s the local artist. / I guess this night will get her busy painting brand new things no more fruit on little tables for this pretty lady. / She’s pointing in the other direction and oh Lord what’s that I see? / As far as my eyes will go are these giant flying sauces. / We all stand and look up at the sky I think someone has fainted! / Yep its Fred my kinky neighbor this is even too much for him as he’s passed out on the front yard in his pink rubber suit. / As far as my eyes will take me its full of flying saucer I guess these things aren’t joking now it looks like they mean business! / And running down the streets towards us is my online friend named Karen. / She’s telling everybody that these things are gonna kill us all. / I tell her to sit on the grass and take a little break if they had wanted us dead it would of been all over. / So here we stand all looking up and all that I can see is the sky so full of visitors to bring a change to our blue Planet! End of Part 4
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today’s / cold / wet / gloomy / depression veiled as winter / and all / i long for / is one afternoon / basking in summer’s warmth
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walking in the night / no stars in sight / the sands sifting / like thick honey / beneath bare feet / sifting through my toes / like life manages to / slip through my hands
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facing / the / fire / of / demons / past / fighting / their / hot / sticky / fingers / grasping / memory / preventing / me / from / the light / of tomorrow
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One Tiny Moment Exactly the way I want to feel / Like the trunk of a Live Oak I confess my love for you / Discover my love for myself High on the nectars of our spirits / Suspended in the intensity of this passion I shed all but this moment / Fully in it Fully in you / Deep in your blue canyons © Assef Al-Jundi
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featured may 29, 09 in reflections in building windows there is poetry waiting to be written / ©gabryshak
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Awakening One day / As you pass by beauty you have seen a million times before / Peering over the wall with longing / You finally try the gate / And discover it was unlocked all the time / You step through / And the intense light momentarily blinds you / When your eyes adjust / You realize you are where you are meant to be / And the brilliant light is now radiating from you.
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Inspirational Series / .......................................................................... The mighty hand of God / Is but a humbling experience away / Waiting to lift us up out of our everyday concerns / And cast us before Him with a gentleness / That aligns us with our celestial fate But there is another who seeks our fate / A conniving adversary who knows our weaknesses / So hold back your vulnerabilities / With a sober intelligence Grasp firmly your faith with the knowledge / That others suffer in truth / That they may abound in the perfect love / That will establish and settle the spirit Into a perfect union / Within our creator’s dominion / Forever / And / Ever © Hickerson Inspired by 1 Peter 5:6-11
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We all have a choice / to live according to our wants / or according to the Spirit / For the mind is led / by the longings we embrace / And what we embrace / is how we live And those who live according to / their desires will seek for their own / temporary satisfaction / But those who listen to the Spirit / will seek the things of the Spirit / that will endure forever Take courage in knowing / that the suffering in this world / rather by our own decision or not / will fade in comparison to the glory / that shall be revealed to us in due time Creation itself waits with expectation / the promises made from our creator / Therefore, that which now seems futile will / someday be freed from the bondage / of a world full of small minds Minds that will be opened anew / side by side and hand in hand / with all of creation / sharing in the re-creation of His / glorious liberty We have all been saved in this Hope / that which we cannot see now / will be revealed / And He who searches our hearts / Will find us in perfect communion © Hickerson Inspired by Romans 8 Inspirational Series”Hearing the Spirit”
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“I steal across the midnight of your soul, / revealing truth behind my ever shifting mask. / Mystery, magic, and true dreaming, / or larceny, fraud, and self-deception… / which you may truly desire in your life / is the question you must ask. / / I teach balanced sensitivity, / When to awaken and when to rest, / How to wash away deception and negativity, / Though I am oft considered / a rabidly unwelcome guest! / / Clean hands make for true heart. / Sort the treasure from your trash! / I will show you how healing / and transformation start. / Be daring, but never brash! / Clever leader, / I always leave a scout behind. / Clearest vision, even in darkest night, / I know when to slip away unseen, / and when to stay and fight. / / Follow my rings of wisdom / from Underworld to Sky. / I will guide you on shamanic journeys, / although my humor might / be mischievously awry!” Who sings now? About the photo: This was taken at Keystone State park, PA in the spring of 2008. A lovely place to spend the day, Bald eagles have recently nested there and you can see them fishing the lake. Many fascinating Creature Teachers can be easily observed at Keystone, including the nocturnal Singer highlighted in today’s poem.
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