an Iceberg and a reporter
Near a village in Alaska, an enormous iceberg drifted filling the bay with fear and wonder
A journalist in the local paper saw something moving on the top of the berg, intrigued he wanted to see what it was he had seen
A Sunday morning when the people sat in church, he alone, not telling his mum climbed the berg
we saw the photos of him climbing steep walls
of ice, walking on the latter part, and a photo of him looking down at the village
he saw many footprints and concluded that someone lived on the berg, but a storm broke out, he sought shelter in a crack of the ice
we saw the photo of him sleeping in his bag
and when awake eat a frozen pie
When the storm had abated, he found more footprints, but there are no photos to prove this
when he came back to the village and published
an article on his findings
Until a witty soul asked him if the cameraman was still on the iceberg
The main attraction
The hairs on your head standing up
Electricity says, “what’s up?”
Standing in the shadow - a pup
The satisfaction
That one gets when displaying claws
Jumping through hoops, the hees and haws
Delirious from fighting a cause
Roaring reaction
Looking at the cameraman
it’s intense it’s a one night stand
He’s a brave soul - O’Callahan
Without a whip
Without a chair
Without the hype
The mane attraction
The hairs on your head standing up
Electricity says, “what’s up?”
Standing in the shadow - a pup
Roaring reaction
Looking at the cameraman
it’s intense it’s a one night stand
He’s a brave soul - O’Callahan
1/10/2022
A brand new documentary
A first for archeology
The Western Wailing Woolysaur
He’d never spotted one before
Neither had he seen one dead
It’s very spikey and it’s red
The spikes it has are everywhere
Some poke through its wooly hair
It’s wailing cries assault the ears
Imagine the primeval fears
Of prey that found this crimson beast
With all its spines, prepared to feast
He found it so he named it thus
Woolus Attenboroughcus
The cameraman said don’t be dense
That sheep’s caught in a barbed wire fence
Depths beneath Sapphire blue
Faded Faces, stuck like glue.
Hearts pulling.
Minds pushing.
Referees’ decision.
Under review.
Digital pixels in digital screens
Versing voices that go unseen.
Spectators chanting.
Players snarling.
Chaos looms.
So, that it seems.
Grandstand.
A Cameraman. Head shakes.
Lost man.
Lost man.
The Garbage can.
Understands. He`s a
Lost man.
Lost man.
Fuelled for what I am.
Distinguished guests scold fevers ham.
Partisans laugh – point! Pots and pans.
Sticks and stones...
And the saviour’s lamb.
His hands nailed
To protect every man
Women
Child
A grim denial,
Do we deserve it?
If we do not learn from our mistakes.
When the clouds turn black
And the world plumes grey.
And when there are no fish left
In all the lakes.
No one`s going to save us.
No, they won`t
Not the second time around.
A cheering squad in Utah,
At a high school, did include
A member with Down Syndrome
With a bubbly attitude.
She worked extra hard at practice
And was liked by all who cheered,
But when she received her yearbook,
Her good humor disappeared.
For the cheerleaders were pictured,
Photogenic, they were, too,
Though one member was excluded
And I’ll give you one guess who.
Seems the cameraman requested
Double seatings for the pose -
One with everyone, another…
Well, you know the way it goes.
So the one that made the yearbook
Was the photo incomplete
And it made my blood just boil
To imagine that defeat.
Though apologies were given
And accepted by the teen,
We should all join in to shout
That stunt was M-E-A-N mean!
The bear tried to explain what he was doing in town
But the officer was scared, so he turned him around
Slapped on the cuffs and told him to get into the backseat.
The bear snapped those cuffs, and ran from the heat.
I watched the whole thing. Filmed it with my I-phone.
Said I cannot wait to upload this when I get home.
The officers are chasing the bear up and down the streets.
I love the fact the bear is wearing football cleats.
He is stomping through gardens and meadows now.
Our one TV cameraman is chasing him. His name is How.
I am laughing my guts out at the chase that I see.
It is so much better than other channels on this stupid TV.
To the cameraman who through your distant lense
sees one man with another's wife,
and clicks and silently uploads, to expose,
and so to make those lives implode.
Who do you see behind your shuttered home?
With wife away and children gone,
no prying eye save God's alone,
yet, still you pick and throw first stone.
To the journalist, seekings idle chatter
and thinks it does not matter to craft
your print for more damming slant,
that glint of gossip, that careful hint
arising from unguarded natter.
Let’s take a lense and see your life, alone,
and how you sniff that chalky line;
and while you pick and throw that stone,
drink just one more 'fore callng ‘time’.
To the editor who holds their coats,
while dreadful damming work is done,
do tell us how you treat your wife,
and your daughter, and your son?
Show us all, expose your lives.
Before you seek those speckled eyes,
look to the logs that are your own,
before you cast your wounding stone.
SHE SPEAKS OF HIM
LACKING THE DEVOTION
TO STANDOUT
ABOVE THE CROWD
SHE SAID HIS VOICE
DIDN'T HAVE TO BE LOUDEST
HE JUST HAD TO BE LOUD
PROUD TO STAND BESIDE
AND EVEN PROUDER TO KNOW
HIS WAYS OF LOVING
SHE WAS PROUD TO SHOW
IF YOU GOTTA DISCUSS IT
MAYBE SOMETHING AINT RIGHT
AND WHEN YOU FEEL LIKE THAT
OFTEN THE OTHER TAKES FLIGHT
EXPLAIN AND REEXPLAIN THE
OTHERS POSITION
THE NEED TO UNDERSTAND WHAT'S
GOING ON
AND WHAT GONNA GO DOWN
THEN MIGHT THESE BE WORDS
THAT SOME STRANGER
MIGHT SEE TO SPEAK ON
GIVE THEM JAZZY QUOTES" LIKE-
DROP THE ZERO
FOR THE HERO"
OR " GET WITH WHAT HAPPENING MAN,
THINGS AINT LIKE THAT KNOW MORE"
SPEAK SOFTLY AND BE UNHEARD
THAT'S WHEN SOMEONE ELSE CAN
CHANGE YOUR WORDS
Doublecheck the invitation
Checkmark for the gift
Checkmark for the card
Dress in our best
Ready for their big day
Tux and gown
Hair up and bejeweled
Pose showing our pearly whites
Sunshine ordered as part of the decor
Cameraman getting all his shots
Bride and groom
Going about their day
Perfect blend of stress and bliss
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on March 8, 2018
Damien Parer was an Australian cameraman
Who went to war with the 2nd AIF in WW2
In the desert sands of Libya at Tobruk
And Greek mountains he filmed the Australians
But his best work was on the Kokoda Trail
Where his “Kokoda Front Line!” won an Academy Award
He went with the American Marines on Peleliu Island
And was shot dead by a Japanese sniper
Australia and the World lost a talented cameraman
But he lives on in his film work forever
Telling the world at a time about this war
When the truth was not being told about these men.
All the camera lights on me,it was now or never
The butterflies were swarming in my stomach
And the taste of fear invaded my mouth
Little drops of sweat ran down my neck
Like I was a human slip and slide
As the cameraman counted down
3
The knots in my stomach grow tighter
2
The lump in my throat grow larger
1
My mouth grows dry
0
And just like that I was tapping my first episode
I chose every word meticulously I needed the support of the people
The good words and faith of my family had given me rang in my ears
So with no other choice I just went for it and made them remember me
-Malaki Fleming(2016)
Please Comment!
death death and more death
will there ever be
better time to start and see
what went wrong with us
from first time we thought
would never happen to us
that is when it did
two people were dead
not doing anything wrong
on an interview
why oh why oh why
should such a thing have happened
young not in their prime
could never guess why
killer had done such a thing
to ever happen
bring them back to us
now but know it is too late
to see them again
death death and more death
hope one day it all did end
a problem no more
Don't know any better way that
I could ever say it better then this.
Them we will so sadly miss. Not
in haiku but meant what I said.
I did not capitalize God in order
to maintain haiku consistency.
Could never have put in a word
cameraman anywhere. Replaced
it with word person. I understand
that haiku is not supposed to have
punctuation or capitalism. Is this
correct? Not sure about verb tenses
in second to last stanza.Is this
correct? Smoothness doesn't
always seem to be an attribute
of haiku. Jim Horn
Lifting tram rails in 1940,
he was aware of the Louvre...
was aware of a cameraman.
Now we see a black and white world,
where leaves on trees have shed their green,
and the sky is a wish-washy grey...
We see the tram rails piled untidily,
and a bicycle boy on right
fearing he'll be late for school.
We see his and rail man's Paris of 1940
with years ahead of war in Europe,
and now bereft of trams.
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7/10/2015
Contest - Open Poetry
Sponsor - Charlotte Puddifoot
4th place win
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Featured poem for week of Sunday, 14th February, 2016.
Black and white butterfly a rare single sighting
Idealized image caught upon film
Beautiful bounding insect drinking nectar
Against such colorful contrast of orange Lantana
A wonderful shot snapped in a twinkle of the eye
Photo snapped by a trained eye and skilled cameraman
A picturesque scene to last a lifetime
Amazing photography work hangs upon the museum wall
The butterfly flits about
Tasting each sweet nectar
Never remaining in one place
Reminder of the spectra
Black and white a beautiful sight
Mixed colors like choices
First on roses then foxglove's blooms
Silent is their voices
Orange Lantana is not special
This butterfly is fickle
Wanting faithfulness receiving
Dishonesty's prickles
Sun is the cameraman,
Trees the main focus,
Shadow,
Small,small snap shots!
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