Mum said she would throw herself off the roof
If I had sex 'fore marriage. It's a goof
But just in case I do
I'll say, "So, you did too!"
This wedding photo is conclusive proof
shells wandered out onto the beach in strips and slashes
from the air it probably looked like a Shriner’s convention
God was materializing in the east in the form of an explosion
I ran to get my camera, not knowing what to photograph first
such an amazingly brilliant photographic opportunity!
I opened my eyes to see
A faint blanket of mist
At the earliest part of sunrise
As the fog began to lift
With my tripod
I could not resist
To take the camera
More for the gallery
Love in photography
The elegance in nature
Always so fascinating
Ever so peaceful
Beautiful to be
In the meadows
Preferably alone
The lake's ripples
Gleaming exquisitely
Looking at the clear water
Sometimes showing me
My own reflection
Insects and flowers
Animals on the fields
Lakes and rivers
People and myself
I capture them all
Not in a cage
But in a photo
For all to see
Not disturbing them
So I can return
Some other day
To see them again
In all their glory
I have a batch of photographs
I keep inside my mind
Everytime I think to blink
Another slips inside
I like to call these pictures
While others call them memories
But I find pictures in my mind
Are much easier to see
I've got a photographic memory
That I sometimes forget to mention
Wait, is that like an oxymoron
Just seeing if you're paying attention
See, I can remember everything
But sometimes it's a curse
I even remember my mother-in-law's face
I mean, how could it get any worse?
Now sometimes, me and my wife will argue
And this is something, I really dread
Cause, I don't have to remember a thing
She reminds me of every word I said
There's some things I just can't remember
You know, like taking out the trash
But I think that's why I got married
Cause, she reminds me in a flash
And, there's other things, I might forget
Like, putting down the toilet seat
She becomes a regular Jekyll And Hyde
The meanest woman you'll ever wanna meet
So, remember, if ever I write a poem
And the words don't seem to rhyme
Say, "I thought you had a photographic memory"
Cause I forget it all the time
looking in mind pictures
Of good times with you and me
I settle for the memories
of how things used to be
It helps with all the lonelies
That crowd around too tight
As I sit in moonlit silence
and contemplate the night
There’s a bunch of cudda wuddas
locked up in my chest
fighting with ifonlies
for a shot at for the best
clouds smother up the moon light
too slowly will the years
drowning all my sorrows
as my heart fills up with tears
As some intangible feeling,
creeps through the ventricle's heart
Emotion, commotion the size of an ocean
threatens to tear us apart
As some incredible memory,
spin cycles all that we know
Dissection, inflection, this sweet insurrection
threatens our heart and it's flow.
All points meet at you~
the sky, the sun, the water.
A still photograph
holds my happiness in ink.
I pretend that you still smile.
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