Short Photographed Poems
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I photographed a fake vase of roses
While I stood on a sidewalk doing poses.
I was patiently waiting for a bus home,
Then I realized home can be found wherever I roam.
My son just bought the most amazing camera
With super fast shutter speed, “on the edge of the cut”
And when he photographed my wife and I
He managed to snap her with her mouth shut
Form:
Horror yellows in vaults.
The commonplace
entertains the unspeakable.
We have photographed
every ghastly act.
Pundits endlessly debate
the proverbs
of ancient spiders.
Monkeys, chimpanzees, and hairy baboons
Some good looking dudes, these jungle buffoons
Inside ANIMAL WEEKLY
These jungle sweeties
Are photographed wearing polka dot pantaloons
our rounded sycamore
symmetrically sound
waiting to be drawn
photographed by many
the perfect model for a family tree
in my grandma's yard
I feel reverence and appreciation
rounded sycamore
Monkeys, chimpanzees, and hairy baboons
Some good looking dudes, these jungle buffoons
Inside ANIMAL WEEKLY
These jungle sweeties
Are photographed wearing polka dot pantaloons
Glowing white flower...peonies
stained with fragrant oils
its olive leaves , finely aged like foil
litter pale shadows , returning to soil
Golden daylight , copper pail glare
wilting blossoms...bittersweet air
An aged torn painting photographed
the ancient Renassiance Age ...ever last
Moments Photograph
By David J Walker
Forever is a moments photograph
Of everything
Time and light intwined
both seen and unseen
Folded into the warp and weave
Of morning and eve, the verve of
Conceived colors draped on life’s display
The parade of today’s dawn
dancing into the next tonight
Two frisky kits
Enjoying each other
About the same size
Being watched by their mother
I used a telescopic lens
For I did not want to get carried away
By a super protective mother
Who might have chased me far that day
The kids had no idea
They are being photographed
I secretly named them
Minnesota and McRaft
The photographer did not have to tell this bride and groom to not smile.
He had not photographed such a dour newlywed couple ever in his life.
The man looked totally miserable, as did his unhappy looking wife.
They both looked angry, upset, and totally uptight.
The photographer thought this might be a dismal wedding night.
Hubble photographed her
in her finest sapphire
and carnelian display;
a wizened sage who’s
gathered knowledge of universes
Orion takes his back seat to her luminosity.
Gowned in her elegant splendor,
Carina’s a nebulous delight,
upon Sagittarius’s Arm
a pageantry of excellence,
as she arrives at the universal ball.
C-hin above your one hand
H-as been photographed Tuesday;
E-vening shadows disappear into the dark, blue, and gray.
F-og, haze, and mist
R-un away from you;
A-llowing thirty-first January to shine,
N-ew dawn breaks anew.
C-old chilling raindrop
I-s evading the land;
S-miling face has placed
C-hin above your
O-ne hand.
It was a dark stormy night, and I was trying to
sleep as the thunder rumbled and lightning flashed.
as if I was being photographed by the sky, while the
storm progressed with more tortureous and thunderous
rumbles . The fear of the sky that held the clouds of
darkness rolling over my house, harassing me while
I tried to sleep...
It makes sense that Wadandra had turned into a tree.
No one loved the forest more than she
For almost a hundred years, she made her home there
When she passed none of her people remained
Her husband and children had gone before her
People marveled when they saw her
She was photographed and revered
Showing up in an awesome way as an oak
Each drop tells a story
Of a struggle in life
The first one absorbed, lost in the whole
The remaining photographed
Documented
Accusations drowning the certainty
That the least deserving endure the greatest
Sorrow
Tearing at the corners of the eyes
That try to look away
The heart wants to find a different truth
Acceptance is victorious
The page is turned
Barbie parades in revealing garb
Flirting and conversing
With beckoning eyes,
Herself a laugh
From the past.
Lined face and dyed hair
As she attempts to be
The symbol of youth
That was advertised
And photographed
In knee high boots
And satin hot pants;
Her shiny-capped teeth
Are revealed by the smile not
Reaching her eyes
And facelifts that
Don't hide her age.
The race of the baby is not apt to last long!
Bare foot upon an ancient trail;
But now and then an elder sets the course.
The dignitaries have risen!
Have taken their place.
Does she become a chaste woman?
Unable to be photographed or reproduced;
Not her features or expression,
Nor the wondrous light which she bares.
For life is least vital of herself!
Her present is a Husk.
Her past a romance.
Her future unknown!
E-yes of the beholder
R-ecord the real picture;
I-mage is photographed
C-learly as it uses
A-llure.
A-ll eyes of the beholder
B-ring vision to the portrait;
A-nother look at the piece
S-hows the beauty so great.
T-he eyes of the beholder
I-dentify the true message;
L-ife's million meaning
L-ets one watch the present page.
A-n amazing attraction allows one to see the stunner;
S-atisfying September fifteen is in the eyes of the beholder.
We photographed this shoot
Against frosted glass
In the shape of hearts
That captured her class
Her long blond hair
Catches the light
Her curvaceous shape
Delights
Peachy skin
Immaculate pose
She looks
My love for her grows
White silk robe
In midriff drape
This vista, my view
I am left agape
Our shoot closes
The applause we take
As i turn to my Tink's
My darling, its you who makes
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nature created me, defines me, emboldens me, holds me.
I am one with the stars, the oaks, the meadow and butterflies.
a tree hugger, a naturalist, I am uplifted by the outdoors.
a female Thoreau, I live in the woods gladly, feeling spirit.
surrounded by fox, squirrel, deer, raccoon, and muskrat,
I have found turtles, snakes, lizards, and ducks in Kansas
cardinals, blue jays, wrens and woodpeckers surround me.
mystical orbs are photographed by me around my dragonflies.
A black and white image
photographed long ago
framed and protected
hangs on the wall
a handsome young soldier
his pretty little bride
their eyes shining bright
with love and life
life, long and happy
for the man and his wife
three children, a house
and the love never runs out
sixty-one years full
of joy and delight
were captured in that
first black and white
of a handsome young soldier
and his pretty little bride
as they began the beginning
of a wonderful life