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The Art of Black and White
The art of black and white photography…
Majestically, this art does not portray
Mixed colors to distract the viewer’s eyes
As they absorb the beauty on display.
The contrasts, boldest black and varied grays,
Can wake up eyes, with definitions deep
And crisp, to make strong statements that are felt…
While colors sometimes put the scene to sleep.
Emotions felt in black and white are keen…
Concreteness of the boundaries define,
While colors blend, their definitions lost
To mellow feelings by their soft design.
The photograph in black and white screams out
In purity of curves and lines that show
Intensity of form cut to the chase
By glow and brilliance seen on stark plateau.
Poetic, yes…the art of black and white
Photography, intense and clearly bold…
So dominates our view because this grand
Dimension offers beauty to behold.
© Sandra M. Haight 2015
All Rights Reserved
~1st Place~
Contest: Black and White Film Photography
Sponsor: Giorgio, A.V.
Judged: 03/30/2015
Iambic Meter, 5 feet, Rhyme: abcb
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Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015
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Let’s cut to the chase,
Life is only about the race,
To the achievement of the dream,
The flow of the soul’s stream,
Guides to all known desire,
A means for joy to transpire,
Stemming from the heart,
Like an intricate piece of art,
Life is never a one shot deal,
The spirit’s wounds take time to heal,
Eyes can open to what should be,
Like the morning dew on an aged tree,
And the beauty to be found,
In the soothing sound,
Of a distant bird,
With ideas blurred,
All senses are drawn upon,
Quite a world to take on,
Though one can see,
The complete glee,
In the eyes of a child,
And the untouched wild,
For life to thrive,
We must be alive.
Copyright © Melissa Ross | Year Posted 2011
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It was a beautiful day,
So I visited the zoo,
A sign said "Wild Cats This Way,"
Soon they came into view.
The tiger's eyes said,
"I'm gentle as rain;
Come pat my head,"
So I leaped over the chain.
It was a brief embrace,
I'll cut to the chase,
That's how I lost my calf bone,
Walking my tiger home.
Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2016
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Forget your Greek grammar,
And your algebra, top set,
Brush aside history, economics even if your grades are a sure bet,
And I'll tell you why,
For knowledge money cannot buy,
And that's cake, yes cake.
Whether it's cheese, chocolate or creamy and layered,
You tell me what's the sure fire preference?
Another jammy finger licking wedge, or an obscure civil war reference?
Sorry! Calm down, you just don't seem to be on the same recipe page,
Yes ok, Marx, Aristotle and even Einstein, wise, sage touching the sky,
Yeah right, when did any of them knock up a half decent mince pie?
Ok,ok but you say it's not the point but it is a fact,
And yes I personally take it to heart,
I'm not going to trust anybody who can't cook a blinding treacle tart.
Lets face it, it's all about priorities, and degrees centigrade or fahrenheit,
No, seriously when you're down with nobody to offer advice,
Can't you see there's solace in the next sticky slice.
It's cake, that's the answer, not to your questions, I'll grant you,
But to your cravings, frustrations and failings,
So who cares about syntax and what rhymes with silver?
That Socrates was right and who's Pitt the Elder?
No, here it's time to cut to the chase, it's now, make or break,
We must all rise up and demand more cake!
Copyright © Bade Khunt | Year Posted 2017
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She was intelligent enough not to tell the gentleman of
The access card to her madness of heart
He played strong suits in case his suitcase didn't make
The pursuit in hand soon cut to the chase
But this is business at its finest
When we promised we wouldn't try this 'cause
It's an -ism that isn't auto
Like the condition in my blood flow
Don't you know oh
You didn't know
And now it's code red at the marina
And the emotions bled because I've seen her
Venus in arms baby an arsenal from afar
Venus in arms with her army of gods
I fight emotionless
Since in my soul there's less
We're in suit
But you get the credit while they edit out the sects
Oh it's enough
Baby the -ism's from above
So it's code red at the marina
And the emotions bled because I've seen her
Venus in arms baby the arsenal from afar
Venus in arms with her army of gods
And she's in my arms
Like a victim of love
Yes in my arms
My victim from above
Copyright © Criss Jami | Year Posted 2012
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Long ago, in Fairy Tale Land, there lived a beautiful young girl
named Snow White. She lived with her wicked stepmother , the queen. The queen
was jealous of S.W., and when her faithful mirror began to tell her that she was no
longer the fairest in the land, ( the honor now went to S.W.), she had the young
woman taken into the woods and killed.
The kind woodsman couldn't do the deed however..and S.W. ended up in a
cottage with a bunch of unhappy Little People. The were, in no particular order-Vain,
Ungrateful, Grouchy, Stupid, Flatulant, Nasty and Petulant.
They were supposed to work in the mines..but rarely went there..instead the played
a lot of Texas Hold'em and sang.. " Whistle While you Malinger".
To cut to the chase..the queen found out and had Nasty feed S.W. a poison
apple. She fell into a deep sleep. Thinking she was dead, they put her in a glass
coffin in the deepest part of the wood. Well, who should come riding by but a biker
named Larry..he kissed her , as he would never pass up a chance like that. She
awoke, and they rode off ..never to be seen again .... but..it was whispered that
she had formed a group with 7 little guys and was performing on the strip in Vegas...
And they all lived happily every after...(except for the queen, who became an old
hag and in a rage took a hammer to her poor mirror).
The End
For John's contest
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2010
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John and Bath, short for Bathsheba Adams, were quite a pair. Nothing ever got them down, except maybe an occasional cold. Even then she would take hers out into the cold winter day of the back parking lot of the slum tenement building. Where, there, she would nudge three of the fifteen cats trying to climb her double tattered blue jeans, out of the way, in order to stand and offer her cold up to God, seeing that it was all she had to offer Him and really she would be grateful, as well as giving up her only possession. She often asked God why He didn’t seem inclined to come and keep them company, because she believed in Him heart, body and soul and talked to him constantly because John just got tired of listening. She and John loved each other and no other. She hadn’t worked steadily in Lord knows when. John on the other hand got hurt on the job just before he was vested in company rights and the pitiful settlement he received was long gone. He was left as barely good company for Bath, telling her over and over to just wait ‘til “he gets back on his feet” literally. But that is not an option any longer, so Bath feels the need to keep him company. They really only had what you might call one vice. That being because you might say they were wasting good money for no good reason. They religiously bought two, one dollar lottery tickets every day that passed. Well, there it was, the day before Christmas and Bath didn’t have money but for one ticket. Well, she hotfooted down through Chinatown because there were still barbers there who would buy hair and she wanted to give John a special lottery ticket for Christmas. The deal done she was cold as the mischief and begging God not to let her sinus get worse as she headed through the light rain for those lottery tickets. John, meanwhile was hobbling down to get his ticket. She always insisted that he walk to the corner himself so if he won he would feel like he had bought the ticket. The rascal stopped and sold his crutch. Can you belive, for $1 he sold his crutch. Well, to cut to the chase, some friends carried him home after he bought the ticket. Beth came in and after a bowl of soup, they had a prayer and wished each other merry Christmas and exchanged the two tickets which were the gifts. Well, my story ends here. I'm not going to tell you one or both won the lottery. But in the spirit of Christmas I will say they lived quite long, and they were very happy while they lived.
Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2011
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Now we're worlds apart, I've never felt so misplaced
I don't know where to start, the days I find hard to face
Now I'm wondering what to do?, it's like I no longer exist
Trying to find a way through, I just can't help but reminisce
And I ask why it is she had to leave what exactly went wrong?
Without her I find it hard to breathe, the days they seem so long
The chances of us getting back? now probably a million to one
Any advances on a panic attack, but it's so hard now she's gone
If ever I'm walking down the street, and which ever way I turn
I keep hoping we will once again meet, as for her I still yearn
So many opportunities for questions I could have then asked
And now she’s just another faded out picture from the past
Now she is just someone that I once knew but still I really miss
I can't help but feel so blue, thinking of times that we had, bliss!
I'll cut to the chase, she was someone who touched my heart
Still I think of us in that time and space, though we're worlds apart
written 1998 some lines originally (1996)
rewritten 2000- worlds apart
A more personal deeply rooted poem about an exgirlfriend
I did a follow up to this called a bad case of nostalgia(2005)
please note sorry took off here tryed changeing in the end put back as was just changed title
is their to much rhyme i dont know
Copyright © david scott | Year Posted 2014
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Red to Black
Pink?
Pinkish!
The first flush of youth on the face at the gate.
Who? Pat Bouwer.
Then she’s maturer
And peach is the more appropriate word.
Whilst Red and Black are sep-a-rate.
A life-time of years
One of love not tears.
When out of the blue
There’s a transitional cell.
Bottom line? Please tell!
Cut to the chase.
Cut! Cut? Cut!
The knife excises the renal invader and its cancerous bower.
(Oh my Pat, it’s a fearful pun.)
One organ is gone
Still with poisons and rays they smack her in case.
Then hope flares up like a flame
But the crab bites deep
And begins to creep
Ever on, and silently on, like a veritable ghoul.
Peach fades to pallor and blanches like powder the beautiful face.
Now days are Black
And the western horizon is increasingly Red.
But Red inside her is read as life.
Something to grasp and hold very tight
Albeit only a straw.
Then in a twinkling Red switches to Black
And the dreaded Black blood gushes upward and out
Filling the dish she, yes she, holds alone in her hands.
A stainless-steel dish with a renal shape.
What bitter irony is that?
Worse still, she’s all alone;
A nurse without a nurse.
The ultimate curse.
What’s a vocation it’s only a ‘jop’
In any event the bell does n’t ring.
‘Bloken ?’ Oh yes it certainly is.
So move out, move out to where there’s love,
Care, and compassion but void of hope.
Now it’s gentle Black hands and Red epaulettes.
Calm are the days and gentle the nights
As warmly wrapped in her morphine cocoon
She wanders content with ghosts of her past.
And the Black is contained as she slips gently away
But there is time for a final whispered exchange
And a tender last brush of our lips
“I love you lots”,
“And I love you too.”
Then with a sigh and smile she is gone
As one of her own softly squeezes her hand.
Now Black is the hole that is left behind
And Red is the grief consuming my mind.
Copyright © Keith Beavon | Year Posted 2016
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What’s in Your Whatchamacallit
Capital One asks “What’s in your wallet”
I’m thinking what’s in your whatchamacallit
Biosolids is the official label
The aftermath of last night’s dinner table
If this isn’t clear, I apologize
I don’t want to get graphic in young reader’s eyes
But let’s cut to the chase, get to the scoop
There’s gold and there’s silver in everyone’s poop
Researchers have found at least 50 metals
In the biosolids when all of it settles
Substantially enriched in rare platinum group
So much silver and gold in treatment plants poop
Waste products produced by a million of us
Is about 13 million, let’s further discuss
With the US population let me make this clear
We are pooping out gold at 4 billion a year
Poop has been gathered from big towns and small
With commercially mineable concentrations in all
It’s not really clear how it gets in our waste
Hair products, cosmetics or food that we taste
No matter the source all researchers conclude
We send silver and gold down the defecate tube
Another true story from your Uncle Mike. Not only am I not getting rich writing poetry, I appear to be flushing away millions down the toilet.
Copyright © mike dailey | Year Posted 2015
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Be you a fun lovin slammer or be you a true bully,
I am one who can truly appreciate either's creativity,
A True War Of Words Between Me and another poet (aka True Bully)
I can also appreciate and enjoy as if I beat the crap out of them physically,
but I'll cut to the chase right now to any bully out there reading this.
We have children on this site. Innocents with hopes of true bliss
and if I ever get word that you've crushed any one of their sweet spirits
I Will Kill You Mercifully & Quickly I Promise You This!
My troops will flood complaints to the soup staff about you and before you know it
overnight you'll be kicked off this site. You will have permanently blown it.
True, you may resurface once more again
but if you're still a bully your character will soon reveal you again my friend
and I have no problem killing you again and again and again.
So if you are a bully. You Have A True Enemy Known As ME my friend.
To All bullies On This Site. This is My Threat NOT My Warning.
Copyright © Billy TheKidster | Year Posted 2010
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i.
implications are not words--
they rarely cut to the chase
merely insinuate the distance
between cold sheets of light
and the water we throw on our faces
to awaken
from the gloom and doom on the one-way
street that
reminds us silence is the path around those razor hedges
once words were green fields
blue skies filled with echoes and clouds of unknowing,
dandelions
roar with their big heads
poking through
and no one hears the wheat grow
bending into the softness
ii
the dance of the apostate
circles,
whirls and twirls
stands on her head
laughs at her folly
she is the company she keeps
and no one is the wiser.
Copyright © Anna Ruiz | Year Posted 2011
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Lets cut 2 the chase
this isn't a game,
I'm tired of you and what u wanna play
u say all day that u really luv me
but I'm starting to wonder if its truth or play,
lets cut to the chase ,this is getting in my way
hey help me I've been waiting all day
4 u 2 come and find the right things 2 say
hey help me I'm not gonna wait all day
4 u 2 come and find the right things 2 say
dont you see i'm gonna leave
if u cant believe in what we used to be
why o why did you have to cheat on me
think where we could be
if u werent being the new you and u told the truth
so u better come fast
I don't wanna be rash
but u betta come fast if u wanna make it last
cuz there's only 1 thing I'm gonna say
YOUR NEVA GONNA GET ANY BETA THAN ME
u run your fingers through your hair and say u care
but im not some wear and tear teddy bear
p.s no title any suggestions?
Copyright © Jasmine Turner | Year Posted 2011
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As a writer, I embrace,
To help me when I’m way off base,
A pencil with, in proper place,
A pink expunging saving grace.
For up my sleeve, it is the ace
Which helps me more than just a trace.
Yes, I’d be lost if in this space
I was not able to erase.
We pencil users must keep pace
With techno-geeks or face disgrace.
Erasers keep us in the race.
Cut to the chase – I rest my case!
Copyright © ilene bauer | Year Posted 2013
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Multitudes enter the venue
all know there's something Entre Nous
You Take a Friend to find your place
it's time to just Cut to the Chase
All Losing It, the lights go down
Signals a start to the Countdown
Vital Signs race to Larry, Curly, and Moe
a Distant Early Warning that starts the show
Can't Resist that sound, distinctive
while The Stars Look Down it seems instinctive
The Spirit of Radio starts (with an attitude)
up on your feet you're In the Mood
Making Memories with a Headlong Flight
and straight on into The Color of Right
Might they play The Necromancer
or maybe even Fancy Dancer
Tom Sawyer starts a wild frenzy
One Little Victory follows unrelentingly
No Ghost of a Chance they'd play Cygnus X-1
but books one AND two - they aren't even done
only Intermission
Presto - back with 2112
how far back will they delve
A Passage to Bangkok brings you to Tears
then showing four aspects of their Fears
While Mystic Rhythms start to grow
O Baterista is next, as we all know
YYZ, Working Man both kick ass
Natural Science and then The Pass
Makes The Body Electric and Time Stand Still
knowing you are Here Again of your own Freewill
They Test for Echo seeing all still alive
Red Barchetta makes sure you can drive
Trees stand tall in Cities of Gold that are Seven
swaying themselves under the starry heaven
Limelight shines in La Villa Strangiato
Wish Them Well for it is time to go
But We Hold On....
Malignant Narcissism starts the encore
Spindrifts into The Snow Dog and By-Tor
One can only Hope it's not the last tour
Closer to Your Heart than ever Before(and After)
In the End you know
you are Finding Your Way back home
endlessly rocking
endlessly rocking under starry heavens
As the Caravans travel onwards
riding out into a heartless sea
Remember what, to you, brought these words
Dirk, Lerxst, Pratt, and the lonely letter of E.
song/album titles/partial lyrics-Lee/Lifeson/Peart ©
Copyright © keith osborne | Year Posted 2016
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100 days to that day
The stars clapped
When the cap with your lip print
Landed in my hand, so perfectly and clear,
The print of your lips I could almost trace
So I cut to the chase, while my heart race
To the denial that I’ve got feelings for the lace
That follows your essence as you move past me.
Clearly you do not see me
Obviously my feeling does not scream
The cream on my lips that I keep plum does not suggest
My luminous corner craving your attention does not say.
The obvious luscious body in the dress I chose does not communicate.
Clearly my actions do not shout enough.
So, I wait for the 100th day.
For it was a 100 days to the perfect day
When expressing love in words is in order.
In wait I count down the days 100 to one.
At one you were still the one
None had my attention
None Held my heart arrest in the rhythm yours did.
Every word I chose stood pointed to you
Every expression expressly about you
Every choice of color as hot as you
Mine was yours and only yours
I watched you walk toward my beckon
Without reservation your steps bold towards me
I can swear I forgot to breathe
All I could hear was my heart beat to your steps
Though concrete and silent it was far reaching and controlling
One I did not resist.
Just a fraction of that attraction
I harbored and labored to control
Over powering as I Handed you the piece of me
That piece of hard paper that could only carry the words,
“Be My Valentine.”
Copyright © Abigail Aye-Addo | Year Posted 2011
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She paints freely
Whenever she is around
Then draws briefly
Either a smile or frown
She's good at building texture
Less is more where it counts
She paints by numbers
When she's out and about
She wears a smock
So there's less of a mess
But when it comes to abstract hearts
No promises are kept
Mistakes are hard to erase
When using an angry oil base
She paints by numbers
Helping to cut to the chase
She makes you feel
Life is but surreal
With you as her medium
Nailed to her easel
Using you as her landscape
In her brushstrokes of give and take
She paints by numbers
The only way she can keep life straight
Copyright © Mike Hauser | Year Posted 2017
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Mesmerized by the jam of life in general...
Ask me a question - I will answer as soon as possible
You don't see the Mayhem this May...my birthday is on May 31st...but you don't know that I was this precious flower that blooms breathtakingly and I used to shine with sinuous serenity...I'll cut to the chase - I want tranquility as a whole!
hanging on the last string - waiting for sunshine and rain this spring
essential enjoyment fillz my day and it's horrid, yet awesome...happiness and joy didn't come easy, but it was an overtime growth...fantabulous universe has made me honestly and God's Hands shaped who I am today
memorizing tomorrow's lines of May Madness
Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2016
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Garishly gold pots of miser's old
Cut out's sold for dime and dollar
Nothing real gave out by the shcholar
God gave out such a roaring 'holler
Follow the heart's treasure
Give truth and love's pleasure
Cut to the chase and simply
Erase the rest, give God your love
And put your life to the test.
Copyright © Tim B | Year Posted 2011
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Reality
Cut to the chase,tell it like it is,don`t hold back.
AckkkAckkkAckkk,someone is coming and I give yew the sack.
Life is not worthless just meant to be
not iff ewe knoe ; not iff ewe knoe ; but to be:
Someone to love, someone to listen, and someone to hold!
When someone is sent from above.
A Heart is a fragile thing
beating by grace and by faith.
Everyone promises everyone fakes,
no one`s immune from the snakes.
I have found summer but not in a smile?
Yes for I have found summer
pleease babay
Chat me awhile.
AS I pretend that we`re married.
Reality
Copyright © charles hice | Year Posted 2006
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"Binary?",
On the contrary,
a language I don't understand?
"Absurd it said, it's in your head..."
"Hear",
Put my keyboard on your hand.
~` Till we start with
1 in the Heart
2 understand our part,
3 steps we'll be
4 digits and
One thumb on the door.
One hand, ready, understand
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~If I teach you to See Me, then will you fix my monitor please?
:)
"cut to the chase" is what I heard.
6726 is absurd!
It is indeed, hold onto your hat,
In the Wind is the reed.
And it's blowing back.
better again, as we mend.
dear. forever again as we bend.
"we're here"
Copyright © Izzy Gumbo | Year Posted 2009