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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   
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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.
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 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
 
 
 
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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
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 Awesome! Love your work.
 I'm doing one right now that has a similar theme. Fortunately there are lots of good night photos.
 
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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
 
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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
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 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.
 
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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 01:02:59 AM · #490 | 
		| | Goodnight all, tomorrow holds my future but tonight holds my dreams. 
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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
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 Good stuff James. Thank you for doing this.
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 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
 
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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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			|  | 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.
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 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.
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 Thanks Scott!
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 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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