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Level and Steady
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-Pedal Point Harmony
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By:Palette Gimbal
The photo would be perfect
something that satifies
the soul. beautifu lEnvironmental Portraiture
one decribed the doings.
rich textures to leather saddles and dusty trails
tilting the camera or drone nose up and down
on the vertical axis to get that perfect
golden hour photo
the low sun light of morning or evening
to satisfy the eyes, my objective is to avoid
curved lines in my image fisheye distortion
are what I am looking to acheive here
All these will be done in first person veiw
than I'll have photos made to capture that perfect image
of a beautiful place these folks
call theres.
Pitch: Tilting the camera or drone nose up and down on the vertical axi
Actions and hope that may keep us going
And give us some satisfaction knowing
That our care for others is still growing,
And our zest for life continues flowing;
Are people and activities glowing
With their love and inspiration showing
That what we are reaping, we are sowing;
Ensuring we don’t chase what is blowing.
So when our challenges cup is bowing,
And through life’s rough rapids we are rowing,
In our hold is love we could be throwing
And patience and kindness we are towing.
Before the first dawn broke the night,
You knew my name, You held my frame.
You're not just a judge of cosmic might,
But my "Father"—the most tender name.
When footsteps stumble, weak and blind,
And shadows stretch across the floor,
It’s Your patient hand I find,
Guiding through the open door.
You do not count my deep regrets,
Nor turn away when I am weak.
Your grace remembers, love forgets,
Giving the peace my soul would seek.
Like a father holds his frightened child
Against the booming thunder and the heavy rain,
Your quiet voice, so calm and mild,
Whispers that I will rise again.
The grandest King, the Creator, the greatest Architect,
Who spun the stars and set the sea,
Yet stoops to love, shield, and protect—
A perfect Father, holding me.
Walk slowly
when the world insists on haste;
your breath remembers what you forget.
Choose kindness
even when no one is watching~
it strengthens the unseen self.
Hold truth
like a lantern in your palm,
letting its light fall where it may.
And listen~
for wisdom often whispers
long before it speaks aloud.
i’m weightless in my head
i’m always growing, always dying
i’ll waste it stumbling blind
my vision is blurry and crowded with bitter loathing
i’m ready to be something
i want to be so much more
i’m meant to be alone
that’s all that i’m good for
what
steady
lights
that
dwell
inside
thy
heart
is
the
essence
of
love
oh
what
steady light
for love
Exploring is the most fun
We're in no hurry to get there
Much sightseeing along the way
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
When the night is dark and heavy,
I still carry light inside.
Life may push me to the ground,
But it cannot take my pride.
Troubles come and troubles go,
They will not decide my way.
I will rise and I will stand,
Stronger with each passing day.
Pain may touch my body deep,
Time may steal what I once knew,
But my spirit will not break,
It holds steady, firm, and true.
So let life bring all it has,
I will face it, I will stand.
I’m the master of my story,
My own fate is in my hand.
time never slows down
she’s constant like syllables
she keeps a schedule
tick tick tick tick
precise and clean
steady and predictable
time never speeds up
driving at a steady pace
both hands ready
Here rest my oars.
A killick thrown to the school of fishes,
To still my boat from the peering waves.
Fishy-wishy scatter as water splatters,
Like wood chips flying when the pickaxe strikes.
A ship draws near, but my killick blocks its kiss—
Its stale mouth might stagger my rest,
And send my gathered fish fleeing the net.
Much of the mud my killick swallows,
So the wave won’t tug the boat an inch.
More students from the school must reach my net.
A long wait beneath the twilight-dimming sky.
Yet the fish market waits for a refill.
The cool breeze begs my eyes to close,
But hunger bites hard with its mocking teeth—
My killick just has to steady the float.
One of the clowns in my circus
wants to be ringmaster and crack the whip
one of the sailors on board my boat
wants to be captain and steer the ship
but there's only room for one
under the big tophat my dear
so they're both out of luck
and the buck stops here
I have the last and final say
tho' not one to overwhelm
to maintain a steady course
there can only be one at the helm
We looked up to you---
When during lessons you helped us look within.
Without, it'd be a confusion.
Expectations, a riot of colorful thrill.
You'd observe, steady and silent.
Then encourage us to go ahead.
Fond rememberances.
Your suggestions for books hit.
Like one patient, enchanted-
We'd wait for you to come.
Poetry and thought twined,
And you turned 'Wasteland' our home.
Blinded by the burning sun
Mouths parched and without hope
Miles of endless desert sand
It's way too much, I cannot cope
The Lord whispered from across the dunes
Be steady my child, don't dismay
I can save you just like that
So you won't lose your way
R-ain
O-r
S-hine,
E-agerly
M-ake
I-t,
N-icely
E-mploying
T-he
A-im
N-ow
©bfa052725
Monocrostic (Birthday of Rosemine Tan)
steady awakening
tapping on the alarm clock
ever getting up
procrastination
yeah steady getting up, up
ever getting up
4/24/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
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