Long Photography Poems
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My biography speaks easy gains;
Mind photography in words said plain.
I journey here to sing and dance
To fling fond cheer in tact and chance.
I weave magic in verse and poise
To string antics in voice and choice.
My lifestyle speaks of form and wit;
Heart humours peak that message fits.
I live my best with smiles and tears
To love sure quest as faith frees fear.
I learn to feed each need and urge
To know each seed in feel and surge.
My posture frames a sense I see;
Soul knows the same truth and beauty.
I linger here by eastern shores
To live with cheer that sizzles more.
I tell my tale with reach that tells
A mindful sale that works out well.
My spirit sings inspired thought;
Form comes to be with play and plot.
I am a man who understands
To screen and scan both brand and trend.
I am a soul with body-mind
To love one whole with life I find.
My moments here speak of finesse;
My code I steer with charming zest.
I am a man who lives with joy
To love and plan and embrace ploys.
I am good cheer spiced with grandeur
Right now and here as soul splendour.
My memory reminds fond tact;
Feelings set free pure cause and pact.
Leon Enriquez
27 Mar 2014
Singapore
sporting a colorful chemise
a camera and a valise
temptations so easily tease
roaming as free as honeybees
tourists hear beckonings as pleas
and capture beauty with much ease
tiny things no bigger than peas
or vast expanse of deep blue seas
weeping willows in the breeze
ornate houses of bourgeoisies
candles lit to divinities
friendly playful bitty chickadees
lovable girl about to sneeze
a soldier's return from overseas
referees calling penalties
lovers creating memories
strange amazing intricacies
silly whimsical fantasies
many types of absurdities
two elephants on a trapeze
seven vine swinging chimpanzees
bears savoring delicacies
oddities among novelties
unavoidable catastrophes
moments of awe you want to freeze
as many of these as you please
photos are lovely memories
many worthy of galleries
each artist a fan of what he sees
Published in PoetrySoup's first anthology "PS: It's Poetry: An anthology of contemporary poetry from around the world" Paperback 2020
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~THE MIND'S CANVAS~ 2023
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2021
February 27, 2018 for FAVORITE RHYMING POEM EVER CONTEST sponsored by LAURA LOO - RANKED 2ND
January 1, 2018 for BEST RHYMING POEM OCT-DEC CONTEST sponsored by JOHN HAMILTON - RANKED 3RD
November 30, 2017 for MERAKI CONTEST sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 1ST
Dune 45 Is Not Near Mars
Dune 45 lies in the shadow of orange dark sand
Namibia knows distances, drifts and winds
Granular miles by car and camels heat
Earth knows Mars is far away as well
225 million km., remote, equally removed
Strange, sterile, in accordance with dune patterns
Never troubled by populations
Visitors are few and far between
No inhabitants at either place. Never in the way
Voids make for good bed fellows
By the dunes of Earth and Mars
Half hidden in the shade, sun rises
Beaches understand distances
There is more to life than sand
Dune 45 lies in the dark of an orange shadow
Lined up with others along isolation's path
Sun lends a helping hand
Covers such matters in desert meandering heat
NOTE:
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Friendly meeting on the plane
When I am traveling by plane
I like to sit by the window
To see the sky’s land, the life
The forgotten atmosphere
Te hoped just the way there is
It is good to live there, above life
Far from mortal life, just the skylight
The enjoyable pure space of life.
I didn’t buy the seat. No seat reservation
I got the seat randomly. 4E. Oh, no! I don’t like it!
So far the window, far the light, far the sky
A lady sat in front of me by the window. 3F
She looked at me in friendly and smiled
A man asked me: Sir, can my wife change with you?
This gentleman was 4D – a friendly Indian man.
His wife was a charming Indian woman.
Yes, of course. Sure. – I answered. – My pleasure.
3D and 3E were ladies. And the sky, and the light…
4D and 4F were men. Oh, no. It was good to change
I was happy with the two ladies and with the aerial photography
Friendship
Kindness
Gift
It draws our eyes from a distance.
The hill is not spectacular, the lone tree
nothing special, pretty in summer,
not a maple, not a particularly remarkable Oak,
yet all are drawn to it.
Not far from the hill
woodland stretches for acres,
yet these woods receive scant attention,
while that single tree on a hill
is the subject of much photography,
folks feel impelled to tramp up that slope
just be seen by that special feature.
There is a thing worth understanding
in this very human need to admire,
even venerate the odd and atypical,
as if the minds imperative is to focus
on the one in the many,
selectively seeking out, the stand-out,
whether it be exceptional or not.
Perhaps the special, the singular, the notable
is a need we all have to believe
in our own ‘one tree’ uniqueness.
675.333 is ? of 2026
We’re a third of the way done with 2026. I thought we ought to compare notes on the powerful tides of 2026 - what’s in, so far, and what’s out.
So, it’s with immense excitement that I present my lists.
You won’t find this elsewhere on the Internet provocation engine,
- it’s a lot of vibes for one piece - let’s go
What’s in, in 2026? What’s out
Gen Z directness, bets,
slop content, Dutch paintings,
excessive sugar, exercise,
self judgement, the U.S.A,
credit card debt, flip phones,
candy cigarettes, careerism,
cowboys getting Botox, offline sex,
being honest, sexual identities,
taking stuff personally, monogamy,
nonsexual nudity, being swole,
flash photography, sentimentality,
using your phone at dinner, dog friendly snacks,
Dance Dance Revolution, being nonchalant,
mass hysteria, avoiding politics,
performative dinner parties, coffee tea mixes,
jelly filled beignets, trad wives,
expressing gratitude, endless screenshots,
pandering art, monetizing hobbies,
believing in a God. AI relationships
beach energy, the high road,
weekends with no plans, making fake plans,
closet sales, republican crazy,
Prada collapse sneakers, eating for your blood type,
Thrifting hauls corporate headshots,
confidence on the metro productivity apps,
Extra - advice for the lovers out there:
Tell your boyfriend when you’re unhappy,
while you can still turn the boat around.
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A song for this:
Half Real by Geese [E]
Under The Stars by The Moving Stills
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*this list was edited for time
An Irish paint brush
He's cured
In the mind of eternal angel
The clay wore warm in the knight
Espionage acting defiance before autumns
Panting gasping letter
A man in a fold
Absent Vote in hand
Shane, we are delivering Tara Gendron to
Summers Defiance in New York City
From L.A. Jazz
Santa Barbara Tara Gendron photography
Because Kendall has a news alarm clock
And I'm looking at new York canvas
Man in the mirror
Big lou Adler
?
Copy print
He teaches desire as illusion in anger
Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025
An autumn leaf
Oh autumn trails
Bring pleasant winds
That never trail south
Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025
Oils of mourning upended 1
Cabs crackling surrender
Before settings land
Dawns edge working from eve
Her lasting clay
I'm hear
In class
To paint
And understand
My musing
Tara Gendron
Of Santa Barbara
I was boring first
Then Tara's recital
Now juliard and exhibition New York
A blind reveal
Gaeity Opens
It's Aerosmith crazy meeting
guns n roses don't you cry tonight
The halo program
Saint child in passing
Deliberate New York Paint stations
Dead bourbons walk
Captured and Captures
Calls answering before touching tones
As innocence creates defiled creature
In abandon
Rare entrance of mature isolation exits
Eschers Criteria falls
As fall in season
Abandon aspect of perception is fault
Coercive insertion is natural here
Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025
in regards to my new resolutions ...
there are the usual ... eat healthy, exercise, drink more water
that all goes really good until about March
but, this year I will add
write better
and do art, drawing and painting
~ and this involves practice, practice, practice, practice each day
and I will work on my photography art also
and plan to let go of time, need, want and must ~
I wish to read poetry books
and art books, nature books, and biographies also
I love doing research so I will
discover poets of old and be inspired by their style
and write, write, write ...
~ walking with no destination and my camera ready
resurrect going on city walks that I loved to do
and go to the art gallery weekly ~
I will grow in my faith
finding my serenity and my tranquility
I will continue to follow the path of Tao
will meditate and ponder my life
will purge from my life all things not required
that includes people ... who add nothing to my growth
discover the 'person' I am meant to be ...
~ find what is my style ... am I retro or am I vintage
neither, I am whimsical, a bit of both entwined
my style ... says this is who I am world
now, watch me fly ~ ...
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December 15, 2022
Poetry/Free Verse/My 2023 Resolutions
Copyright Protected, ID 12-1508-992-15
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Resolutions for 2023
sponsor, Anoucheka Gangabissoon, Judged 01/05/2023
First Place
"Leo Rojas, Pan Flutist"
Leo and his flute have a link,
to mother earth that is calming;
when I listen to his music my soul plunges,
I feel like a bird flying;
and I leave my existence.
I am in another world,
so breathtaking and beautiful;
that words cannot describe but feels incredible,
I feel like a bird flying;
the voices of the great spirits,
whisper through his flute.
It feels like a magical door,
for the heart and soul to journey;
I feel like a bird flying,
Leo has a gift and he shares it with the world;
I love how he uses nature photography,
with his sublime music.
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November 6, 2019
Poetry/Narrative/The Flutist
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1194-449-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Your Favorite Artist
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke
First Place
Friendly, charming and loving describe my Dad well.
A man of integrity and pride, I knew I could trust him.
Tennis player extraordinaire, ballroom dancer, history and movie buff,
He was all these and more, so much more.
Even so he had his flaws, but he loved his children.
Restoring old photos and photography were his trade;
Solitude and quiet were what he craved: he was a gentle soul.
Dogs were his best friends: he rescued many, kept a few and they
adored him.
A day in June, Two thousand thirteen, he left this earth and me.
Years have passed and I still miss his hugs.
5/16/2021
For L. Milton Hankins A Tribute to Father's contest