Best Polaroid Poems

No not the portrait when you were younger, my dear
Just a Polaroid snapshot at the beach that year
No earrings, no make-up, your hair was a mess
("So what? Got a problem? I couldn't care less!")
Brother-in-law behind you, mugging like a fool
Our nephew beside him, trying to...

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one thing we are never told
pictures taken in polaroid
have a way of fading over time

very much like you and me
and the picture we used to be
no longer has that kodachrome shine

it happens to the best of us
the color fade of wanderlust
bringing out the worst in...

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Nostalgic in noon
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Three, two, one. . . Smile
When cameras snap and flicker
Happiness brought for awhile
Three, two, one. . . Smile
Different poses and style
Comes a photo to remember
Three, two, one. . . Smile
When cameras snap and flicker...

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        Seven second serendipitous develop
        Macro piano keys maestro, Lord
        Ceiling laden with citrus psychedelic
        Unsatiated homosapiens...

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Your memory is
like an expired polaroid 
film - I still keep it 

as though it would be
the most precious treasure of
mine, yet I am

aware of the truth:
till I walk this earth I will
never take a look at it....

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"An error will result is you place HTML in this field"
Funny!
Usually I never pay one iota of attention to all this extra scribble (except for the fact that I 
can't curse (f*@k!)), but this is bad for a writing network!

OK. Enough

This polaroid I just found...

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The photo is crisp, although somewhat
faded, its glossy surface skewed
by highlighted creases, which appear like
white lines under an incandescent ceiling
lamp.

That lamp flickers - the only light
source in the room, and the plastic
Polaroid flicks in and out, an image
of a man and his lady, arms
around one...

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Long, winding gravel driveway
  decrepit old Mercury station wagon
    parked there
    doors unlocked
    those big red buttons
    sticking up
     no seatbelts either
Tiger lilies blooming
  all-at-once, on ...

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THOUGHT LETTERS


I wrote a thousand letters in my mind
about the clouds I saw,
the songs I heard,
the thoughts I wished to share.

I wrote them in a plane, on a road, or in
a quiet time alone.

They were unsent, unstamped,
or hurried on their way.

Because . . .

Because ....

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We have friends
Close with
Still communicating

Thinking they are forever there
In the moments to come
Talking about random things
Going deep in our souls

Doing everything
Being there
For each other
Hopefully for a lifetime

The thing is
There is no control
For all of them to stay
Being initiative
To understand
To look at the same picture

Sad reality...

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My neighbor wants to see her photo,
But I do not let her peek as it develops, 
because I did that with my cousin Louisa Annabelle. 

Louisa Annabelle was horrified as the Polaroid darkened up. 
She was gone, disappeared, invisible. There was only a background.
Where did...

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In the grain of the photo
up caught in the glance
your eyes sell the moment
and passe' the day
Protector elite
when your soul had a chance
in your youth, holding feathers
to tickle the moon
City odd living
in photo brigades
we visiting once
when my youth still cocooned me
and suddenly you 
were the...

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It's been almost a year now but that dream still feels as if I'm holding it
The way my arms don't want to let go of you
The way your head rest on my shoulder reminds me how to smile through the tears
My thoughts of you are...

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The meeting point. Where candle smoke, mixed with incense, meanders through the air.  A latent image developing, like a polaroid of prayer, into microscopic particles of silver, weaving into an undulating bridge reaching to heaven. This writhing wreath of smoke,  twisting in the...

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