Photos Poems

Poets, Films, Photos, Belongings and Fragrances

What colors, what emotions, what achievements?
The trees wishing the flowers bloomed better 
The flowers clueless about what trees speak of 
The flowers face the sky and only one question to ask
What is love?
If I wish for it and open my arms wide enough for it to fit,
Will you shower them at me and maybe then

Cemetery - Stories To Tell

"A Cemetery Can Take Your Breath Away. Watch Out Where You Walk." By Poet

When I travel I love taking photos,
of cemeteries and of a pretty rose.
Sometimes the picture gets my painted toes,
or maybe even my nose.

On one trip I took a long flight,
when looking at my photos I saw a bright light.
Taken in the daytime

Snapshot

Snapshot! - a shutter impales,
a life to clicks, betwixt inhales and exhales.
Light into pixels, bloodshot in frames
kidnapped for a ransom of sometimes soon.

Snap! - a dry twig fractures under boot,
its echo resounding in forest shot.
Too brittle is the log of memories
we captured when we said we won't.

Shot! - the Sheriff, not the Deputy,
for he blinked

Memories of Yesterday

Memories Of Yesterday

A drawer filled with tattered
worn albums. 
Each album holds sepia
toned pictures.

Photos of long dead members
of the family tree.
Most of them I never
knew.

I rarely look at them as
they are the past.
I hold on to them 
because I am part of them.

I see a blank spot
reserved just for me.
I too will become one
of them some

Scrolling

1.
Photos no longer turn yellow as they did in the paper era
Securely stored images are now independent of memory
Their world seems fictional, and dates replace memories.
Life becomes an album produced by unknown creator
Divided into fragments memorized by a machine, life preserves
Slightly more variable memory than it could be in the age of paper
Your plot is

Gas Station Manifesto

Turning the pages backward
I find pressed flowers in my old diary
from the day we saw 
lavender growing in the woods.
The sun was swallowed by clouds 
that were halfway to a metaphor
and you told me the eye color of love
was dark hazel, the very depth of my own. 
In a packet of handwritten letters
I find polaroids

When Jay Townsend Johnson Henry came hacking into Google photos

Thee art of hacking into phone's for Google photos my stalkers hacked in my families computer exposing documents medical records surgeries ect. be careful storing files this could become dangerous I was forced to change passwords email creating several accounts to prevent hacking these stalkers actually sent your private audience to public in order to

Golden vastness

Africa, gentle your fiery wild blaze,
Lest heat waves plunder my safari days.
I seek adventure, wild, fun-filled and free,
Not scorching sunbeams that beg to drain me.

The savannah's golden vastness beckons,
Two giraffes emerge, my stares they reckon,
Their eyes bright, like ancient wisdom, meet mine,
My camera begs to flaunt their design.

Their gaze gave a shared fleeting scary bond,
My

I’m not enough

Tell me why my first instinct is to reminisce,
To stare at photos filled with memories of bliss.
Each scroll weighs heavy, burdened by truth,
Moments captured, now lost in youth.

I wonder where I fell short?
I thought you liked the way I tasted,
The way I called out your name?
You said my smile was your uttermost favorite,
So I tried

PROM PHOTOS

Our granddaughter attended her high school Prom…
her photo was posted on-line
which led me on a hunt through our old photos 
until I found one of me at mine.

As I gazed at these two photos
50 years apart…I quietly exclaimed
how parts of our world have changed dramatically
while others remain the same.

50 years ago social media and computers
were,

Photos

December blows its frosty breath,
ice flows downstream.
     Isn't ice white?  This is so grey.
     Where is the beauty of yesteryear?

Shouldn't the air be fresh?
It's spoiled, tears spill,
     she takes out her Polaroid,
     click after click
snap after snap and

what ski photos do to me

I had never seen snow skis before 1976
Did not know about the rich man’s sport
Every time I see a ski photo I remember those news articles
Claudinet Longet is accused of killing her lover
Spider Sabich is dead, murdered.
Her ex-husband Andy Williams stands by her
True love.

Moments

Picture frame the moments. 
In diaries write them down. 
Hold on to such with all you have
for times will come around,
when they will be all that you have
to make it one more day. 
And on that day let all else go…
then you will find the way.

Fine Original Photos By Sue

She likes to put wild flowers inside her hiking boots, young Sue.
Taking photos and posting them online, she makes money too.
Today she gathered violets, daisies, and a wild strawberry vine.
Her photos are unique, many say they are truly original and fine.

Deepfake

I’m so siced about the Barbie movie. I just watched the latest trailer. I felt a fluttering in the stummy.

Peter’s birthday was May 1st. “What do you want for your birthday?” I’d asked.
“A flash for my iPhone,” he said. “Your phone already HAS a flash,” I replied, helpfully.
“No,” he explained, “a professional, external flash -

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