Cameras Poems - Poems about Cameras

It Wasn't Clean

It wasn’t clean at Calvary,
no tidy hill-top site,
neat-kept and swept
where tourist cameras
crowd
wide-angled
in the holy sweat
of multi-pounded package tours.

It was a common place
of cruelty,
and blood,
a skull,
Golgotha death
and mocking hate
and sorrow deep-confused.

In retrospect,
a place of wonder
infinite,
for here
the eternal God,
forgiving,
gave his life
for me.

“The Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me.”
Galatians 2:20

THANKFUL FOR CAMERAS

Today I’m thankful for cameras…
Whether we’re taking photos of
people,
sunsets,
or birds,
A camera has a way of capturing poetry
without the need for words

New Cars and Cameras

New Cars and cameras 
New places to go
Another man to comfort you 
When you’re feeling low

Remember all the times we spent 
Sharing everything as one
Watching sunsets on the beach 
Kissing n the fading sun 

I thought we were rock solid 
I thought that we would never part
I trusted you with everything 
My dreams, my hopes,

Hidden Cameras

Cameras are everywhere
Some seen, others hidden
Criminals should be seen
Robbery is forbidden
Nothing is infallible
A youth knew this for sure
He took a chance
Robbed a bank
Then walked straight out the door

After the Cameras Role

Bad scripts need work, develop plot   

With strong clean dialogue  

That is hot  

 

Memorized lines acting poetic  

Trying to be the  

Heroic  

 

Character playing a role  

Moving in the show  

For the gold  

 

Since when reels unspool  

Cinema is cool

Audio Bugs and Hidden Cameras

Supari type thugs often use spy gadgets,audio bugs and hidden cameras to record audio and video.Spy gadgets are available in the shape of internet modem,usb device,mobile charger,energy saver,switch socket,Lcd,TV, trolley, Writing Pen,Ladies Purse,Suit Button,Hand watch,Head Cap,AC,Glasses,flower pot,cloth hanger and washroom mirror.Spy gadgets need electricity to work and that is why they are often attached with

Cameras Roll

A camera is like life;  It makes many Mis. Takes.

Mannequins

The mannequins put on skin 
pretending to be human
feigning familiarity 
with lives they’ve never lived
performing a pantomime 
of proficiency in poverty
the wisdom won from doing without
playing the part of people 
they consider inconsequential
believe are below them
with whom it would be unsuitable 
to be seen socializing
unworthy of a welcoming word 
as they parade about 
before the

Cameras and Me

I have been through cameras with films, Polaroids, flash cubes, the lot.
I have enjoyed every camera I ever had, recording people, always a plot.
Most of my first grayscale photos have faded into a weird kind of gray blur.
I once had a dark room in my home, where creepiness of all kinds would occur.

I never felt

Hidden Cameras

Cameras are everywhere
Some seen, others hidden
Criminals should be seen
Robbery is forbidden
Nothing is infallible
A youth knew this for sure
He took a chance
Robbed a bank
Then walked straight out the door

Vintage Cameras

It’s the images
we can’t ignore

when they come
they come in threes

one
on top of the other

all gears
flashes
and springs

the mind shutters
clicks shutters clicks
and shutters some more

© Whit Howland 2019

Cameras

Cameras 


The root of my agony
Lies beyond this dollar store
To my foremothers and forefathers
Shackled by thieves
Stolen from the graces of Africa 

Their feet once light to
The drum's rhythmic complexity
Now bound in the west

My feet --- diseased
Prohibited to roam 

Even in this 
Tiny, dusty, dollar store
This Indian man’s curiosity unveils
Equating me to ---a crime
Or a suspect

My

Cameras

Single eyed the cameras,
Talk on click,
Smile on flash,
Save in memory like people,
Speak the truth,
Trusted witnesses,
In camera like their names!

Old Cameras

Old cameras in black,

Photos,

In Black and White,

For a white no flash light,

For a black again and again to click!

Making Love To Their, Cameras

Waking unto the lighted tree, reaching towards her waning night
Cast a glance this moon she swings; their thousand crows his child's
Dream these barking dogs and love that brings; questions, what do they
Speak the infant crawling past an open door ? Spoon of hand quest be more
Picturesque, transfigured scenes with golden dolls, about sanctum swings....
While her

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