Best Lens Poems
a traveller in wanderlust can’t blink her eyes
on the splendor of the place where she passes by
with a dreamy feeling she alights from her ride
gazes in gape to the marvelous beauty of a paradise
ambling along the green fields with bright flowers and yew trees
on the side is a gray mountain standing tall in glory
various birds hover above stretching their wings
some animals graze on nearby spring
colorful insects fly together in shapes of ring
taking a halt in every minute to capture all angles with her lens
in billowing skirt, once in a while sways and turns around with grace
heading gladly at the other end where a jungle awaits
unaware of other animals , some are wild and some are tame
while wondering and looking over yonder
she holds her lens, so eager to see what’s in there
a mother and baby monkey beckon with a clever grin
heart being captivated by nature’s enchantment
feeling agog, she gets in
aghast! two lions stare just in front of her
one looks so kind and the other one is cruel
despite her fear, she tries to capture them with her lens
before running away, two caretakers dressed up like Tarzan and Jane
show up saying, “Thank You Come Again.”
Nov. 25,2012
by: Leonora Galinta
First Place
Contest Theme: Viewing Life Through Lens
Contest Judged: 12/3/2012
Sponsor: Poet SandyIvy D
The camera flashed
Radiance smiling back
Images of love
Through the camera lens, why do you seek me out?
Trough the camera lens, For I wish to escape your sight,
Through the camera lens, I wish to run away, choose someone else,
I dont want to be seen as I am, for I am really ashamed.
Through the camera lens, do you see the true me inside?,
I wish to hide, its all I really know,
I see you still there Sarah, please turn away, for I am not worthly of being captured
for others to view and seek for appreciation or beauty, turn the camera around please?
You are the one who I wish to shine brightly, you are the wind beneath my wings,
Through the camera lens, it will capture all my faults, too late It has already been shown,
At least I dont have to see it, you can keep it for yourself...
Because only you have seen whats truly inside my heart..
Walking through a very long way,
Leads me to a breathtaking scenery,
Flowery trees standing proud by rows,
Gust of wind can ease all my sorrows.
Sun rays peek on thick leaves for effects,
Green grasses like beds for us to take a rest,
Savor the view and its natural freshness,
For it is a new found secret happiness.
With my magic lens I carried everywhere,
I captured everything that I cherished forever,
Everyday I spent with nature is a great moment,
Life on earth becomes my greatest achievements.
November 25, 2012
For Sandy's Viewing A Life Through Lens
Honorable Mention
Viewing life through a lens,
My mind shot like a bullet going 100
miles a minute,
Then the journey begins,
I see the beauty in life,
Things I would miss if God would
end it,
Things the naked eye may never
understand,
The blissful moments in life,
I see the kindness in a lion,
The warm heart of a butterfly,
Shattered dreams that never flew to
the sky,
Like a slingshot trying to shoot a
razor blade,
Piercing the rubber band,
Like a cracked glass shattering in my
hand,
I see the maze of life,
Ways to heal the world,
I see the truth of love,
The reason to appreciate every girl,
The things to make a better world
begin,
Is hidden on the Earth as it spins,
Hidden by a higher class hoping we
will never know,
But I see the truth,
Viewing life through a lens,
By:Anthony Scandrick II
Musee d’Orsay grasps the hands of time.
The clock crowns; its gears move around.
Gallery-goers lookout and grin
from Paris-Orleans to Montmartre;
the clock crowns; its gears move around.
Each eye’s drawn from inside scenes
to the site of Sacré-Cœur without
then back again to the Degas.
Gallery goer’s lookout and grin
locked on the Place de la Concorde,
as the hand moves past a boat
on the still Seine, and the traffic
from Paris-Orleans to Montmartre.
Time passes; patron’s heads spin unwonted,
as the hands of the clockwork pass,
Monet’s lilies await—is there time?
*The Retourne a French form from the middle ages.
Published in Page & Spine 2015
Poised on the end of your finger tip, you open your eyelid wide,
it pops straight onto your iris and you barely even tried.
When it comes to removing it, it’s an entirely different ball game,
you gently try to slide it out and almost end up maimed.
Why is it something that is so thin, can feel like a brick,
and why can’t you find it when on your eyeball it did stick?
Through the camera lens
She appears to me
But in negative
She looks so differently
Enhanced is her shape
Delicious in curve
Negative shadows
Hugging clothes serve
Pout and pert
Elegance
Posture of shape
My eyes in trance
Shadows of black
Stand out eyes
Piercing me
Leaves me in sigh
Through the camera lens
She appears to be
The negative
Of what I normally see
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a long neck and curling breast
quickly passed through my wide lens
closer closer I did get
and then my sun did set
I knew, that if you knew that I was watching
Your thoughts of me would never be the same
The sexual approach as you hugs and
caresses her silicone enchancers
So tightly,
You feast upon her, sweetness
That moaning sound, the bulging purple blood;
Surges in your veins
You close your eyes, and you sigh “Oh my God”
words, I never heard like that before
You seem at ease with the whore
A number of tasks to handle,
and not even a space left to enjoy,
as the work needs to be completed,
as fast as it can be done,
in spite of the hard work,
we do daily,
we do need some respite,
and these could be done,
in a number of ways,
by walking,
or jogging
or by watching television,
or by watching films,
in the multiplexes,
those which lie in every nook and corner of the street,
but some derive pleasure,
through travelling,
others by travelling through the forests,
accompanied by a special companion,
some large and some small,
known as the camera,
taking a step at a time,
as silently as possible,
as to not to wake up the wild living in here,
by capturing the photos of these lovely creatures,
living in here,
some of the these wonderful creatures are seen,
roaming as freely as possible in the wild,
look how carefree they are,
but their ears are opened quite wide,
to heed for any danger,
heading their way,
it’s time for me to return home,
from the wild,
as it is time for me to deliver,
these photos to my manager,
as this has been my job,
for which I do get paid for,
to look after my family,
I do need to hurry,
as I do not travel by four wheelers,
or two wheelers,
as the pollution created by these,
could endanger the wild living in here,
I do travel far and wide,
with my bicycle,
for all the work I do,
and I do not mind this,
as my love for the wild,
exceeds boundaries forever!!
From:-Mr. Manu Nair.
so here's another full-bellied f**k
with his fancy camera
and fatuous smile
at having discovered another
photo-op for capturing human existence
in full multi-pixellated hd!
"Oh," he wonders in his new-found
self realization, "How industrious,
how self-striving are these pieces of Humanity.
struggling valiantly against odds
how happy they seem!"
"How Happy", indeed!
yeah, we may toil and haggle
and try to skim off a buck here and there
our lot to hang around -
denizens of this sprawling entrepot
finding much mention
and adoration
in the condescending halls
of the likes of this
posing D**kh**d!
Couplet “New Lens”
My blood, sweat, and tears. Every single drop.
Yes it hurt but life doesn’t stop
The world kept moving and so did I
I was determined to continue to fly
Looking back now, it was a major blessing
Came out of it better with many life lessons
Protect your ear with positive friends
and just like a new camera, you’ll have a new lens
Written by Marcus Lattimore
The mighty cedar stands tall
Resin in it is its soul
It does not lose its needles during fall
The tree is both wide and tall like a pole
From the resin the amber will form
Later the sea will be where there once was a landform
Amber will wash ashore during a violent storm
It will be picked up by a child wearing school uniform
Amber is geological peace that long time can last
It is a link to Earths’ past
It is like a part of rainbow or droplet that sun down would cast
And its beauty is unsurpassed
The child will look into ambers’ soul and see
Their own reverie
Maybe multiple dimension of recoil to fantasy
Maybe porcelain sky with its mesmerizing magical majesty
My son just bought the most amazing camera
With super fast shutter speed, “on the edge of the cut”
And when he photographed my wife and I
He managed to snap her with her mouth shut