Tripod Poems | Examples

Sky's canvas

set up on a tripod 
the sky is a blank canvas 
God is the artist

Dog Daze

I've raised my dog from a pup,
But now he looks so strange.
He'll never be the same,
Ever since he got the mange.

I took him to the vet,
To see what he could do.
He prescribed him some pills,
And medicated shampoo.

But that didn't do the trick,
So took him to the groomer.
She shaved off all his hair,
And found he had a tumor.

Back to the vet I went,
To plead for my poor dogs life.
Scheduled him for surgery,
To be put under the knife.

Thank God the doctor saved him,
But had to remove his leg.
So on top of being bald,
Now a tripod with a peg.

Snowy Eye Site

blue jays and woodpeckers
frequent the feeders today

in turn with smaller species
that visit all day all the time

my camera tripod stands on
a window sill with a camera

always ready for adventure
such as this mornings event

of changing a greeting-card
camera-camoflauge picture

on the window to one of birds
on a snowy winter tree branch

four small birds including one
woodpecker flew at the picture

wowza...however be their eyes
the sight must be amaze-zing!


stan sand

My Camera Mirror

on a tripod by the window be my...
camera
with a telescopic lens aimed at bird...
feeders

over the garage door such that the...
chipmunks
can only get bird feed grounded by...
birds

that are very messy eaters such as...
woodpeckers
and the finches sparrows warblers...
chickadees

and rarely a crow will try the suet for a...
moment
it's being about pileated woodpecker...
size


stans sand

Acquaintance and Neighborhood

I’ve lots of lovely acquaintance
Their beauty shines as silver swans
When we meet, we just shake our hands
Smiling each other is just haven

It takes time to know them
‘Til the nicest ones become my friends
When trust has grown between us
Relationship stays stronger, it’ll always last.

I’ve fewer neighborhoods across the road
Expanded by space so wide and broad
But we reach each other in spirit of brotherhood
Caring as one family sharing love and goods.

Their beauty shines as golden swans
In our community, we love and live as one
As we meet, we embrace with open arms
Giving each other’s support at tough times.

Acquaintance is as precious as neighbors
Balancing my life’s tripod, both life’s anchor
Whatever one sees as weakness and flaws
Accept, build, learn, love... in God, we all grow.



Feb. 19, 2023    11.01pm



Acquaintance and Neighborhood
Contest Judged:  2/20/2023 8:11:00 AM
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet 
Place 2 ( up to 4th and HM w)

Muddeled Muse Cacophony

Thoughts can be blurry and empty.
paper on an easel, a whirlpool on a sheet
letting emotions explode into poetry,
explores the realm of cryptical and mystery
Crafting verbal art saps one's inventiveness.

I wrapped my body with a tattered velarium.
My shades can't even pass the litmus trial.
I stand without ignominy.
I am the one who folded my halcyon tripod.

My soul is the painting on this easel.
without a brush or ink, an oil drawing of intrinsic
all sins are conveyed aloud in this triptych.
It is a work of inner gloom, a magnum opus.

Drawing by the moon on a quiet beach
A painter stencil is bolstered on a pedestal.
Sea whispers reverberate in the sky.
The cosmic shyness sound

In this bewildering blend of noises and spirits.
A winter tree's naked singing may be heard.
With shades of gray, it is jubilation.

4th place contest winner

Written: February 16, 2023

Premier Choice No 1188 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand

Toothless Bandits

Play hard, 
the toothless bandits are at it again.

they have no teeth,
yet bite the hardest.

serial larcenists,
squelching through town,

robbing the honey,
subverting the hives.

at gunpoint,
they silence us.

we play hard,
they play even harder.

in the tripod of power,
they're revered highly.

'distinguished'  and 'honourable,' 
titles that enable them.

they excavate,
the remains of our land,

stripping us of all,
leaving us bereft of hope.

this toothless bandits,
in this rocky shores,
have hearts dead to pity.

Why Not Sing Soft Fluffy Rabbit

I heard a song today so sad 
it made me cry

I know not why

And up until then I was having
1 of my better day's in many ways

But yet it stayed with me both today
and yesterday come what may

I know not 

Why the jumper on the bridge I just 
had to push

As inquisitive of mind as am I pondering
where on earth in fact they would land

And who would play me in the band
when morning wake's

This record really put the needle in
now all I hear is cracking afterthought
burrowing a hole into my mind

And this may not be the last tear I
shed over it but that only means
it left it's mark

I know not why 

Only that in some small way I could
relate and that i was touched enough
to make me want to jump 

Matter's not where I land even if it's
down a blackened rabbit hole

So long as I have my trusty lucky erstwhile
companion rabbits foot to keep me company 

I endearingly named Tripod as he only has
3 feet on which to Bunny-Hop along
around on

And did I mention Tripod is made of
1 part Milk , 1 part Dark Chocolate 

And comes to visit me for a week
every year religiously in April
coincidentally right around 
Easter time

Tripod

His new wife proclaimed, ‘Oh my God’
I think I’ve just wed a tripod
I now understand
Your steps in the sand
You left a third trail where you trod

Those newlyweds lay hand in hand
Their union sealed on the sand
The sand made her sore
But she wanted more
And, oh boy, did he make a stand

Abstaining so long was a drag
She can’t think why he didn’t brag
Their first time: alfresco
By moonlight they let go
She thought it a pole for a flag 

She cried and she started to beg
Please fertilise my willing egg
As she grabbed his member 
He begged please remember 
Go gentle with my middle leg

The Muscles

The canvas- propped  blank on the tripod
The artist- flicked tunes on his iPod

The acrylics- were blended
The paint brush- apprehended

The self-portrait- was nearly finished
The man- in the piece real distinguished

The signature- bold
The piece- to be sold

The neighbours- came first for the viewing
The locals- arrived and yahooing

The press- much reported
The world-prints imported

The painter-had flaunted
The muscles-Supported

The apprentice- flexed at his teacher, laughing at his procedure
Tennis balls- hit the ground, peas were then found also along with a reefer.

Privacy Prostitute

I walk a quiet boulevard at twilight
to feel wind breeze and photograph an orange crowd
a book in my left pocket remains unread
she will write her own poems with a colorless pen
a handicapped tripod remains unused
he strongly refuses sunset to stay longer
yes, dusk is falling
the quietness is now having a little voice
along the hotel sidewalk and the trees
a question whispers in my ears
I asked my close friend for an assistance
a recommendation for sunset hunt
she apologized and told me just surf the net
yes, I got it in just a minute
It is time to read my book:
	darling, I really want to share with you
	anything, everything
	I will sacrifice my privacy to hold you back
	but million lines of algorithm already deployed by a bad Mark
	to mark a baby shark
        it sucks
	an announcement is an official coercion
	we have no options
	humanism is a lack
	security is fake
	stay or leave
	**** or naive

Tripod

One friendless, fragile blade of grass may last
a time; fighting harsh elements alone.
Perchance it does survive the summer's blast,
in winter's freeze, its chances dim to none.
Not so the tough green carpet of spring birth;
with roots deeply entwined, it grows as one.
Its light - the sun, its nourishment - the earth;
through bitter seasons still it carries on.
That day will come and sooner than we know -
fair April's romp makes way for autumn's pain.
When scores of winters have besieged your brow - 
my weathered hand gropes, trembling, for its cane.
     A tripod, mocking winds of time stands tall -
     your heart, my soul, God's Spirit ne'er shall fall.

Photographic Portrait

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

A Precarious Balance

A tripod of God's Word, Divine Service, Acts of Kindness do we rest on

God's Word's forsaken by most; the language of the Service, foreign

~ Acts of Kindness keep the World from Chaos and Warring


                                    ---See Talmud, Ethics of the Fathers 1:2

And the Winner Is---

French
             Beret'd
           Director's
          Natty perch
     Leather-back tripod
       Cushioned seat--
         Classic hue--
           Armrests...  
           Settled in
     The Envelope Please
~ Best supporting cast ever!

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