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12/08/2005 06:27:31 PM · #476 |
Write a poem for a pic or post a pic to have a poem written for it. Jeff |
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12/08/2005 07:15:07 PM · #477 |
Here is a few pics (from earlier in the thread) that need a poem. Jeff 
Message edited by author 2005-12-08 19:18:02. |
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12/08/2005 07:18:44 PM · #478 |
I am writing for this one. |
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12/08/2005 08:41:31 PM · #479 |
Originally posted by jsas: Here is a few pics (from earlier in the thread) that need a poem. |
Maybe this little guy is more emotional, instead.
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12/08/2005 10:41:32 PM · #480 |
Ok, folks!
Picture something to go with this one.
I tried for Edward Hopper's "Nighthawks", for the royalties were too high.
Insomnia
I stare at my coffee,
watching it grow cold.
The waitress is busy chatting
with a cop at the end of the counter.
I know she'll be back eventually.
Sitting in this fluorescent-lit
haven from the night, I wonder
what curse brings me here,
when so-called normal people
are tucked snugly in their beds.
Why must I walk the night,
among the cops and robbers,
whores and pimps, addicts and dealers,
when my only addiction is to wakefulness.
I drop a dollar on the counter,
and stumble home, to a cat
who could care less about
my return.
As the ceiling fan strains
to complete each revolution,
I lie on my bed, waiting for a sleep
that never comes.
jcmurray
Message edited by author 2005-12-09 00:05:51.
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12/08/2005 10:47:43 PM · #481 |
Originally posted by Jammur: Ok, folks!
Picture something to go with this one.
I tried for Edward Hopper's "Nighthawks", for the royalties were too high.
Insomnia |
Awesome! Love your work.
I'm doing one right now that has a similar theme. Fortunately there are lots of good night photos.
Message edited by author 2005-12-08 22:48:22. |
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12/08/2005 10:48:29 PM · #482 |
Photo by: Katherine Haluska
"Chance of Sunshine"
A majestic scene of color and light
a masterful creation, a heavenly sight,
how sweet it is the green and clay,
seem to mingle with a beautiful array.
I would love to run fast along the trail
or dare to fly high as the eagles sail,
to dance among the clouds with a better view
would be a blessed dream come true.
The shadows cover the land as a veil
that covers the bride's beauty and frail,
this great expanse is so vast and fine
there is always that chance of sunshine.
Jeff
Message edited by author 2005-12-08 22:49:06. |
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12/08/2005 10:50:55 PM · #483 |
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12/08/2005 10:52:57 PM · #484 |
Originally posted by jsas: Photo by: Katherine Haluska
"Chance of Sunshine"
A majestic scene of color and light
a masterful creation, a heavenly sight,
how sweet it is the green and clay,
seem to mingle with a beautiful array.
I would love to run fast along the trail
or dare to fly high as the eagles sail,
to dance among the clouds with a better view
would be a blessed dream come true.
The shadows cover the land as a veil
that covers the bride's beauty and frail,
this great expanse is so vast and fine
there is always that chance of sunshine.
Jeff |
That's gorgeous! I was working on this last night and couldn't get it. You'll be amused to know that I was thinking along these lines. I'll pm you the fragments of my futile effort as proof.
Roxanne |
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12/08/2005 11:12:29 PM · #485 |
Photo by Scott Whidden
LUNA
Tonight, the moon
Pearlescent sliver
Shimmers in the sky.
Aloft, the chirr
Of courting crickets
Rhythmically glides.
Beneath my feet
A frantic shuffle.
Creature of the night.
And yet, no fear.
I̢۪ve merged with nature
Metaphoric flight.
At last, my mind
Swept clean of troubles.
Earthy air inhaled.
Tonight, the gift
Of ripe creation
Luna has unveiled.
Message edited by author 2005-12-10 10:20:27. |
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12/08/2005 11:14:53 PM · #486 |
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12/09/2005 12:44:03 AM · #487 |
Photo by: Lynne Glazer
"Face in the Crowd"
There is no expression
for love or hate
With a stoic concession
to ease his fate
He wears a tag, a number
Is that all he is?
Just another horse I wonder
to conform to this
His life, his mother, his kin
all gone, no goodbyes
Is he to pay for a single sin
as tears roll from his eyes
Now he moans and groans
but not out loud
for he is scared and alone
just another face in the crowd.
Jeff
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12/09/2005 12:57:11 AM · #488 |
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12/09/2005 12:58:21 AM · #489 |
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12/09/2005 01:02:59 AM · #490 |
Goodnight all, tomorrow holds my future but tonight holds my dreams.
Message edited by author 2005-12-09 01:03:16. |
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12/09/2005 12:21:00 PM · #491 |
Beautiful, James, thank you! Especially tieing into the title/emotion. |
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12/09/2005 09:01:06 PM · #492 |
Originally posted by jsas: Originally posted by Nordlys: "DPC poem thread webpage" update: I've added a few more pages this evening, and added a top-level page.
As always, corrections and comments welcome.
Nordlys |
Good stuff James. Thank you for doing this. |
Things that go bump in the night. |
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12/10/2005 12:06:38 AM · #493 |
"Character"
Today is tomorrow's yesterday.
The things we do will pass away.
Yesterday's tomorrow is today.
So set your goals and never stray.
When you have a list of things to do
don't put them off or they'll put off you,
so set your plans and plan them through
keep them in sight to keep you true.
Would you walk a running race
lost and losing in last place,
but if you run a walking race
you'll find yourself, in full disgrace.
Be prepared whether you succeed or fail
unless you are weak and frail
so harness your strength as an ocean sail
cast all your doubt, then you shall prevail.
Jeff
Message edited by author 2005-12-10 00:13:32. |
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12/10/2005 01:08:31 AM · #494 |
Photo by: Martin Aguero
"Savor the Victory"
He laughed in the face of the hare
as the hare finally crossed the line
After all he didn't even really care
he was just there to have a good time
The more he thought, the more he laughed
for all the times he was made the joke
though deep down inside it made him mad
for he has become that of which he spoke.
Not wanting to offend the losing hare
he just wanted a different ending to the story
an ending where feeling guilty didn't care
he is gonna enjoy and savor the victory
Jeff |
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12/10/2005 06:48:06 AM · #495 |
If you'd like to give this one a go it's called "Barren" but that can be changed to suit the tone. I hadn't thought about it until Beetle commented on it "This is pretty. It begs to be used in a greeting card with some deep and meaningful poem about life, the universe and everything."

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12/10/2005 06:58:00 AM · #496 |
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12/10/2005 07:57:39 AM · #497 |
Any one up for a treasure hunt ?
James says, My Poetry is too manic so;
I'm sending something benign (I hope) : ) Donna.
TINY TREASURES
Upon a shelf, sits a tattered
treasure box. In it are precious
jewel's of yesterdays gone by.
GOLD
A tiny lock of flaxen hair,
taken from my child's first
Hair-cut.
SILVER
A button, from a dress
she did often wear.
Pearls
on a little string.
Her first necklace.
Emeralds
A four leaf clover
found, while we walked,
on a summers day.
Memories, all contained,
in my tiny treasure box.
Small and tattered, it may be.
Oh, but for the treasures
there remain.
D. K. Kennedy
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Message edited by author 2005-12-10 20:31:40. |
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12/10/2005 10:21:04 AM · #498 |
Originally posted by greatandsmall: Photo by Scott Whidden
LUNA
Tonight, the moon
Pearlescent sliver
Shimmers in the sky.
Aloft, the chirr
Of courting crickets
Rhythmically glides.
Beneath my feet
A frantic shuffle.
Creature of the night.
And yet, no fear.
I̢۪ve merged with nature
Metaphoric flight.
At last, my mind
Swept clean of troubles.
Earthy air inhaled.
Tonight, the gift
Of ripe creation
Luna has unveiled. |
Thanks Scott! |
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12/10/2005 10:24:03 AM · #499 |
Originally posted by greatandsmall: Originally posted by greatandsmall: Photo by Scott Whidden
LUNA
Tonight, the moon
Pearlescent sliver
Shimmers in the sky.
Aloft, the chirr
Of courting crickets
Rhythmically glides.
Beneath my feet
A frantic shuffle.
Creature of the night.
And yet, no fear.
I̢۪ve merged with nature
Metaphoric flight.
At last, my mind
Swept clean of troubles.
Earthy air inhaled.
Tonight, the gift
Of ripe creation
Luna has unveiled. |
Thanks Scott! |
Thanks that is fitting and very nice.
-SDW |
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12/10/2005 07:43:08 PM · #500 |
Photo by:JP(Alfresco)
"Hold Fast"
Cold and barren, grasping
at the last remains of fall.
A lonely bush clasps tight
for an unforgiving wind calls,
the little blossoms will answer
with an uncertain hush.
The true essentials of life
are evident in this bush.
Hold fast to the ones you love
and never willingly let go,
for when everything is gone
you will stand or fall alone.
So as the storms of life
pound you and apprehensions blow,
whether it be wrong or right
never let your little blossoms go.
Jeff |
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