Swings and wings
It was but a fleeting scene
Quickly captured in the passing
A father making a rope swing
For a little boy sprouting wings...
Tuesday, December 3, 2024
We all fall down
We all fall down
John Clare Stokes
Ashes ashes we go round
Merry the circling spin
Joyful the lads sound
Pockets full of posey’s
Oh how the lasses grin
The blush of cheeks rosy
Breathless they all exclaim
Let it never end
Swift this ageless game
Youthful exuberance gone
Spent the wheezing bend
Slowing the frail hobble on
When to still silence all around
Well done my old friends
Ashes ashes we all fall down
The Jester
The Jester
john clare
The word went out
The Sacred Eagle
Was flying through
We must send
Our finest to
Photograph him.
Send the Kings Canon Men!
The cry went up;
The full frame A team
With the 1000mm lenses!
And so they went
With the Kings blessing
Smug in the confidence
Of their superior equipment.
High overhead the Sacred
Eagle circled and descended
The Canon men in AF servo
Framed
Gitzo tripods holding solid.
The court jester with his
Nikon D40 entertaining
Mimicking as they laughed
But in their distraction
Entered the refraction
As in the sun the
Sacred Eagle flew
Flaring badly
The tack sharp thousands.
Wry Smile Seeing it unfold
With humble kit lens
The jester focused with
The middle of three points
To capture quickly
The Sacred Eagle
Landing by the King,
The Canon men struggling
Reaching for the official royal
24-70 2.8's.
But it was too late
This bird had flown.
Later that day
With the jester now the
Court photographer beside him
(To record)
The lining up of the Canon Men
To have them shot at close range
Just to make sure
The Royal Firing Squad
Would not miss.
Discoverer
Discoverer
john clare
Where is the one
They say discovers you?
Who sees the work
To bring sudden clamoring
Hastening toward the gallery
Black Friday pilgrimages
Such a one does not exist
Nicholas and Oz do
It's a long desire for one
To shake the reigns
To wave the wand
Be gone ye toiling
Obscurity
You misunderstood
Poverty
Long long since the
Trace marks fade
Comes one
All clamoring toward
The Discoverer
To dip the brush
To stir the color
To trouble the waters.
Heavy photography
Power Photography
john clare
He carried the
Heaviest camera
And lens he could find
Metal only for him
He figured if he
Hefted them enough
His images would
Be strong and
Powerful.
He was so wrong.
I tried
I tried
john clare
I tried to
Make you
A close friend
So I could see
All you post
And the more
I saw
And saw
And saw
Stop it please!
I tried
But face it
We are not
On the same page
I see dragons
You see feces
Sorry
Today I reverted
And made you
Again
Acquainted.
Dock
Dock
Told me
What do you see?
Are you Stable?
Steady?
Holding up?
Shaky?
Sinking?
Dock
If I told you
All I see
Please
Would you
Commit me?
Lovers
Lovers
john clare
Under cover
We were
Lovers
We played
Cat and mouse
With all
We played
Cat Stevens
For us
Wild World
Tea with the
Tillerman
Longer boats
Coming to get us
Beside Motion Sink
In pup tents
We spent
Our lives
Till
morning was broken.
Quiet sky
Quiet Sky
john clare
Was it some
Winters slight
I did commit
Causing you
To circumvent
My flight line?
Vultures circle
Hawks scream
Jets streak
And yet you
Do not speak.
Thus is the way
Of the fickle
Migratory
Quietly passing
Just to the east
Far enough away
To avoid
Confrontation.
Napalming
Napalming
john clare
In what far flung
Jungle are you
Battling?
Do the Cong still
leer from the
Fringes by night?
Suck it up
Soldier
Quit knocking on
The tent flap.
Face the incoming
napalm light.
Which way?
Which way?
john clare
Where do your
Children lay
Harvestman?
Are you pointing
Me away?
Knowing with them
I want to play?
Daddy long leg
Tell me
Honestly
My intention is
Only
Human.
Siri
Siri?
john clare
Between the Radical Face
And the M Ward
Siri interrupted saying,
"I am sorry, I did not understand
What you said."
I could have been
Clearer in the thought
I did not know Siri read
Minds
I am so behind
The times.
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