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Landscape photography is the supreme test of the photographer - and often the supreme disappointment.

quote by Ansel Adams
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Traffic Jam: The Trap Of Traffic Light

It's not only test your luck, but also test your patience
It's not only test your guts, but also test your instinct
It's not only test your sanity, but also test your obedience to law
It's not only test your ethics, but also test your fidelity
It's not only test your sight, but also test your reflex
It's not only test your estimation of time, but also test your street knowledge
It's not only test your ego, but also test your kindness
It's not only test your control, but also test your awareness
It's not only test your attitude, but also test your responsibility
It's not only test your priority, but also test your humanity

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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What is Sometimes Hidden.

Just as Minnie gets in the mood
to play the Debussy Violin

Sonata her mother says the
photographer is waiting and

so she has to go along to the
lounge and pose and have her

picture taken and as she stands
there with her violin dressed

to the nines the photographer
says no do not smile it cheapens

the effect and so she stiffens
her lips and stares at the young

photographer's moustache and
her mother says do has the man

wants dear and don't pout so
and so she ceases to pout and

gazes at the box camera and man
hidden behind the cloth his hand

visible and do not move he says
hold it do not fidget dear her

mother says and puts her hands
on her shoulders and places her

in the position her mother thinks
the photographer wants is that it?

her mother asks the photographer
smiling in that way she smiles that

gives the impression of an imbecile
yes yes he says that is it and so she

stands as placed the sensation of
wanting to urinate suddenly upon

her and so she squeezes her thighs
together her knees touching her

hands gripping the violin trying
silently to keep the urine in.

poem by Terry Collett
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Martian Sestina

I wanted to find my own get away,
My vacation somewhere far from the world.
I could imaging twinkling lights like stars,
So bright and blinding my disappointment,
Separating me from my thoughts, myself,
And my neurotic, despondent feelings.

In my gut, I have uneasy feelings—
Stirring and churning. They won't go away.
I'm trapped in my chair. I'm trapped in myself.
I'm trapped underneath the weight of this world.
I need to clear all the disappointment-
I'll tilt my head and look to the stars.

Out of my window, the lights are stars,
A celestial glimmer—I'm feeling
The gravity of my disappointment
Pulling me down and dragging me away.
I'm crushing from the pressures of the world.
I'm pressed so flat that I'm barely myself.

Yet, I hover so high above myself,
Dangling in the sky beside all the stars.
I think I've been a tourist of this world.
I've had this suspicion, this weird feeling
That I used to belong so far away,
So far from this constant disappointment.

I'm disappointed by disappointment,
The way I can't be happy for myself.
I believe better things are far away—
They wait for me to wish upon their star.
It's a sad, worrisome sort of feeling,
But I can't help my distance from the world.

It seems to me that I'm lost in the world,
Lost in the shroud of my disappointment.
In my daze, I am numbed to all feeling.
I don't know anything about myself
Except the escapist pings that the stars
Suggest. I'm not home. I've been far away.

I'm feeling so alone, far from my world.
Can I get away from disappointment
Wondering about myself and the stars?

poem by Tim Stensloff
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Im Here, Can You Hear Me, I Made It! (:

Hey there, my name is Sheniqua Lowery. I go to Henry Foss high school, I am currently 18yrs of age, and I was born August,06,1990 in Seattle Washington at Harborview hospital at 6: 00am. I’ve been to several schools in Washington State in my early years. I love school, I try my best at the school work that is given to me.
When I was a little girl I wanted to be a lot of things as a grown up. I thought of being a horse trainer, singer, dancer, writer, author, nurse, game maker. But my dream goal is to be a photographer because it inspires me a lot in what you can find in a photo. Not only is it a picture, it tells a lot about the person or object that’s in the photo.

I want to attend Cornish College of the Arts. I have been interest in the college since I wanted to become a singer. I haven’t been on a tour to see the campus.
I am looking forward to getting good grades and a high GPA so it can be possible for me to attend the four year college in Seattle, WA. My GPA is close to a 4.0. I have been looking into some photography classes in my area in Tacoma, WA.
If I successfully graduate from Cornish with a major in photography, I would like to own my own photography business. I would also want to pursue managing my own photography website so my customers can check their prints online and make orders for which prints they want.
Thank you for reading and taking time out of your busy schedule to read it.

poem by Sheniqua Lowery
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Kiss Test

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[intro]
This is a test
This is only a test
Boy, do you know
What Im feeling
Im overwhelmed by your lovin
I cant deny
That I want you all the time
But I gotta know
What youre thinkin
Hit it and run, real affection
Whatever it is
I wont let you waste my time
So how will I know
1 - baby with just a kiss
Boy when you touch my lips
Honey, Ill know for sure
Boy, when my eyes meet yours
And if your love is true
Ill give to you my very best
Just pass the test
Boy, when I love
Its completely
Youll do the same
If you want me
Cant be a fool
And just throw my heart away
But how will I know
How will I know
What youre feelin is real
When you say you love me
And how will I know
If its real
What you feel when you say you care
(oh, well put it to the test)
Repeat 1
Repeat 1
Ive got a kiss on my lips
And its wearing your name
So hold on, oh, here it comes
I really wanna know
Its really gonna show
The way you feel inside
No where to hide
Repeat 1 until fade
--------------------------------------------------
Remix
Feat/missy elliott
[dj kay slay]

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song performed by Kelly Price
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The Hind And The Panther, A Poem In Three Parts : Part III.

Much malice, mingled with a little wit,
Perhaps may censure this mysterious writ;
Because the muse has peopled Caledon
With panthers, bears, and wolves, and beasts unknown,
As if we were not stocked with monsters of our own.
Let Æsop answer, who has set to view
Such kinds as Greece and Phrygia never knew;
And Mother Hubbard, in her homely dress,
Has sharply blamed a British lioness;
That queen, whose feast the factious rabble keep,
Exposed obscenely naked, and asleep.
Led by those great examples, may not I
The wonted organs of their words supply?
If men transact like brutes, 'tis equal then
For brutes to claim the privilege of men.
Others our Hind of folly will indite,
To entertain a dangerous guest by night.
Let those remember, that she cannot die,
Till rolling time is lost in round eternity;
Nor need she fear the Panther, though untamed,
Because the Lion's peace was now proclaimed;
The wary savage would not give offence,
To forfeit the protection of her prince;
But watched the time her vengeance to complete,
When all her furry sons in frequent senate met;
Meanwhile she quenched her fury at the flood,
And with a lenten salad cooled her blood.
Their commons, though but coarse, were nothing scant,
Nor did their minds an equal banquet want.
For now the Hind, whose noble nature strove
To express her plain simplicity of love,
Did all the honours of her house so well,
No sharp debates disturbed the friendly meal.
She turned the talk, avoiding that extreme,
To common dangers past, a sadly-pleasing theme;
Remembering every storm which tossed the state,
When both were objects of the public hate,
And dropt a tear betwixt for her own children's fate.
Nor failed she then a full review to make
Of what the Panther suffered for her sake;
Her lost esteem, her truth, her loyal care,
Her faith unshaken to an exiled heir,
Her strength to endure, her courage to defy,
Her choice of honourable infamy.
On these, prolixly thankful, she enlarged;
Then with acknowledgments herself she charged;
For friendship, of itself an holy tie,
Is made more sacred by adversity.
Now should they part, malicious tongues would say,
They met like chance companions on the way,

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poem by John Dryden
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poem by Rwetewrt Erwtwer
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The Amateur Photographer

Beware of those who slyly pilch
In many cunning ways;
Beware of little lyres that filch
From undisputed bays!
Beware the tumbler's beaded brim,
The ass in fiercer fur;
But most of all beware of him
Who makes my pen to stir--
THe Insecure
And Amateur
Implacable Photographer!

Beware lest, thieving for your thirst,
An earwig's in the plum!
Beware of folly, gay at first,
That later makes you glum!
Beware of pits when stars are dim,
The tooth of vagrant cur;
But most of all beware of him
That makes my pen to stir--
The masterful
Disasterful
Implacable Photographer!

Beware of angling in a stream
Whose trout are not for you;
Beware of trusting in a dream
That's gone before the dew!
Beware of truckling to a whim;
Of folks that always purr;
But most of all beware of him
That makes my pen to stir--
The premature
And Amateur
Implacable Photographer!

poem by Norman Rowland Gale
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As an avid photographer, I also took advantage of the latest technology in photography - digital photography - to post photos on my website on a daily basis.

quote by Tipper Gore
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My Name Is Reckless

My name is reckless;
I’ve passed my test
so I know how to drive.

I ignore all the honking horns
as I weave through the traffic
in the sports car I bought last week.
I’m the greatest driver
you ever want to meet.

You see my name is reckless;
I’ve passed my test
so I know how to drive.

No one can beat me
as I race down roads everywhere.
The speed limit
mean nothing to me,
that for only learners

Because my name is reckless,
I’ve passed my test
so I know how to drive.

I took my mate out
for a spin to show him all I new.
We raced around the roads.
I’d driven down them before
so I knew them like the back of my hand.

My name is reckless;
I’ve passed my test
so I know how to drive.

As we raced along
an articulated lorry
was stretched across the road.
I knew I could go under it
so I told my mate to duck.

My name is reckless;
I’ve passed my test
so I know how to drive.

My mate didn’t hear me
as the music was so high
so when the roof came off so did my mate as well.
I escaped with minor injuries,
but my mate died at the scene.
They told me they were charging me

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poem by David Harris
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Fireside Song

As daybreak breaks the mist upon the earth
It came to pass that beauty settled there forever more
And as the steam clings close to things to come
It came to pass that solid rock did part for humble life
Once upon a time there was confusion
Disappointment, fear and disillusion
Now theres hope reborn with every morning
See the future clearly at its dawning
Forever drifting slowly towards a hazy emptiness
Whilst water slips into the sea
The fathers sad to see its free
As shadows creep towards their master night
It came to pass that trees defied the wind who shook their leaves
And as the peace descended all around
It came to pass that natures creatures came to face the world
Once upon a time there was confusion
Disappointment, fear and disillusion
Now theres hope reborn with every morning
See the future clearly at its dawning
Forever drifting slowly towards a hazy emptiness
Whilst water slips into the sea
The fathers sad to see its free
Once upon a time there was confusion
Disappointment, fear and disillusion
Now theres hope reborn with every morning
See the future clearly at its dawning
Once upon a time there was confusion
Disappointment, fear and disillusion

song performed by Genesis
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Who Allowed This Disappointment

Hmmm,
Let's see!
If I am disappointed.
And you say,
You are disappointed.
And here we are listening,
To them express their disappointment.
Who allowed this disappointment,
To get 'this' disappointing?

'That's a good question!
Maybe those we elected to represent us,
Misunderstood it was not our disappointment...
We elected them to represent.
But instead...
To find solutions for the reasons 'why',
We were disappointed in the first place.'

You may have a point.
None of us really agreed to be freed of disappointment.
And we keep electing those to represent,
The best of our disappointments.
And this has never been what any of us wanted.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie

This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,
Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,
Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic,
Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean
Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest.

This is the forest primeval; but where are the hearts that beneath it
Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman
Where is the thatch-roofed village, the home of Acadian farmers,--
Men whose lives glided on like rivers that water the woodlands,
Darkened by shadows of earth, but reflecting an image of heaven?
Waste are those pleasant farms, and the farmers forever departed!
Scattered like dust and leaves, when the mighty blasts of October
Seize them, and whirl them aloft, and sprinkle them far o'er the ocean
Naught but tradition remains of the beautiful village of Grand-Pre.

Ye who believe in affection that hopes, and endures, and is patient,
Ye who believe in the beauty and strength of woman's devotion,
List to the mournful tradition still sung by the pines of the forest;
List to a Tale of Love in Acadie, home of the happy.

PART THE FIRST

I

In the Acadian land, on the shores of the Basin of Minas,
Distant, secluded, still, the little village of Grand-Pre
Lay in the fruitful valley. Vast meadows stretched to the eastward,
Giving the village its name, and pasture to flocks without number.
Dikes, that the hands of the farmers had raised with labor incessant,
Shut out the turbulent tides; but at stated seasons the flood-gates
Opened, and welcomed the sea to wander at will o'er the meadows.
West and south there were fields of flax, and orchards and cornfields
Spreading afar and unfenced o'er the plain; and away to the northward
Blomidon rose, and the forests old, and aloft on the mountains
Sea-fogs pitched their tents, and mists from the mighty Atlantic
Looked on the happy valley, but ne'er from their station descended
There, in the midst of its farms, reposed the Acadian village.
Strongly built were the houses, with frames of oak and of hemlock,
Such as the peasants of Normandy built in the reign of the Henries.
Thatched were the roofs, with dormer-windows; and gables projecting
Over the basement below protected and shaded the doorway.
There in the tranquil evenings of summer, when brightly the sunset
Lighted the village street and gilded the vanes on the chimneys,
Matrons and maidens sat in snow-white caps and in kirtles
Scarlet and blue and green, with distaffs spinning the golden
Flax for the gossiping looms, whose noisy shuttles within doors

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poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Computer photography won't be photography as we know it. I think photography will always be chemical.

quote by Annie Leibovitz
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0995..... Supreme Truth

We know who is Super Star and Supreme Star
More so, we are more interested in their personal life
Ever wanted to know what Supreme Truth is?
Ever interested to ponder on above line?

Love is Truth, Affection is Truth, Compassion is Truth,
Friendship is Truth, Peace is Truth, Universe is Truth, Atom is Truth
Mountain is Truth, Earth is Truth, Sun is Truth, Truth is Truth
There are Millions of Truths; but one could be the ‘Supreme Truth’

What is the Supreme Truth? Truth of All Truths?
Truth that sustains all Truths is the Supreme Truth
That which is Beyond ‘Time’ and ‘Space’ and Eternal
That which is the one and only is Supreme Truth

We are Born, Live and Die; Earths, Suns, Stars and Galaxies do die;
Lights, Sounds, Nations, Religions, Castes, Money, all will vanish oneday;
Nothing in Space-Time region will last forever and Die one day;
Anything out of Space-Time Horizon can only exist for ever

Everything is Consciousness; Consciousness sustains everything
The seen and unseen are two realms of Consciousness
An Electron is conscious of velocity and angle to rotate
Chairs, Sticks, Stones Books, He, She, It and all have Consciousness

Consciousness is Dormant in Few, Explicit in Few, That’s Truth.
Every object is conscious of what it is; They can’t exist otherwise
What way will Knowing Consciousness help me?
Listen carefully, for this may change all your perspective
Consciousness Infinite is, The God in Absolute Form

Consciousness is on a Big Agenda;
To express itself in many forms and Evolve
We are latest creations in 13.73 Billion Years in River of Consciousness;
We were Sticks and Stones one day; You and I Today

Know it or not we are Evolving; Evolution is an upward march
All of us are from same fountain of Consciousness
Is Buddha a fool to renounce his Princedom in search of Truth?
Consciousness little unplugged is Happiness;
Consciousness fully Unplugged is Bliss (Cosmic Consciousness)

Be more conscious; Be full of Awareness of your doings;
You can evolve faster and faster; Being Conscious can
Speed up your Karmic path, avoiding many cycles of Births and Deaths
We cannot not exist; We are Gods in the making; Time only counts;
Be more Conscious; Consciousness is the only –‘The Supreme Truth’

(28-03-2010, Chennai)

poem by Gan Chennai
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Tannhauser

The Landgrave Hermann held a gathering
Of minstrels, minnesingers, troubadours,
At Wartburg in his palace, and the knight,
Sir Tannhauser of France, the greatest bard,
Inspired with heavenly visions, and endowed
With apprehension and rare utterance
Of noble music, fared in thoughtful wise
Across the Horsel meadows. Full of light,
And large repose, the peaceful valley lay,
In the late splendor of the afternoon,
And level sunbeams lit the serious face
Of the young knight, who journeyed to the west,
Towards the precipitous and rugged cliffs,
Scarred, grim, and torn with savage rifts and chasms,
That in the distance loomed as soft and fair
And purple as their shadows on the grass.
The tinkling chimes ran out athwart the air,
Proclaiming sunset, ushering evening in,
Although the sky yet glowed with yellow light.
The ploughboy, ere he led his cattle home,
In the near meadow, reverently knelt,
And doffed his cap, and duly crossed his breast,
Whispering his 'Ave Mary,' as he heard
The pealing vesper-bell. But still the knight,
Unmindful of the sacred hour announced,
Disdainful or unconscious, held his course.
'Would that I also, like yon stupid wight,
Could kneel and hail the Virgin and believe!'
He murmured bitterly beneath his breath.
'Were I a pagan, riding to contend
For the Olympic wreath, O with what zeal,
What fire of inspiration, would I sing
The praises of the gods! How may my lyre
Glorify these whose very life I doubt?
The world is governed by one cruel God,
Who brings a sword, not peace. A pallid Christ,
Unnatural, perfect, and a virgin cold,
They give us for a heaven of living gods,
Beautiful, loving, whose mere names were song;
A creed of suffering and despair, walled in
On every side by brazen boundaries,
That limit the soul's vision and her hope
To a red hell or and unpeopled heaven.
Yea, I am lost already,-even now
Am doomed to flaming torture for my thoughts.
O gods! O gods! where shall my soul find peace?'
He raised his wan face to the faded skies,
Now shadowing into twilight; no response
Came from their sunless heights; no miracle,
As in the ancient days of answering gods.

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poem by Emma Lazarus
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poem by Rwetewrt Erwtwer
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Breathe

Breathe with me.
Breathe the pressure,
Come play my game Ill test ya.
Psychosomatic addict, insane.
Breathe the pressure,
Come play my game Ill test ya.
Psycho,-somatic addict, insane.
Come play my game.
Inhale, inhale, youre the victim.
Come play my game.
Exhale, exhale, exhale.
Breathe the pressure,
Come play my game Ill test ya.
Psychosomatic addict, insane.
Breathe the pressure,
Come play my game Ill test ya.
Psycho,-somatic addict, insane.
Come play my game.
Inhale, inhale, youre the victim.
Come play my game.
Exhale, exhale, exhale.
Breathe with me.
Breathe the pressure,
Come play my game Ill test ya.
Psychosomatic addict, insane.
Breathe the pressure,
Come play my game Ill test ya.
Psycho,-somatic addict, insane.
Come play my game.
Inhale, inhale, youre the victim.
Come play my game.
Exhale, exhale, exhale

song performed by Prodigy
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Breath

Breathe with me.
Breathe the pressure
Come play my game I'll test ya.
Psychosomatic addict insane.
Breathe the pressure
Come play my game I'll test ya.
Psycho somatic addict insane.
Come play my game.
Inhale inhale you're the victim.
Come play my game.
Exhale exhale exhale.
Breathe the pressure
Come play my game I'll test ya.
Psychosomatic addict insane.
Breathe the pressure
Come play my game I'll test ya.
Psycho,-somatic addict, insane.
Come play my game.
Inhale, inhale, you're the victim.
Come play my game.
Exhale, exhale, exhale.
Breathe with me.
Breathe the pressure,
Come play my game I'll test ya.
Psychosomatic addict, insane.
Breathe the pressure,
Come play my game I'll test ya.
Psycho,-somatic addict, insane.
Come play my game.
Inhale, inhale, you're the victim.
Come play my game.
Exhale, exhale, exhale

song performed by Prodigy
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Finally

Anderson/squire/howe/white/sherwood/khoroshev
Finally... we put it to the test
Dedicate to the true believer in you
Finally... put it to the test
Finally
Make no mistake to the mainstream
Music be the master planner
Just like the books you read
Youll hear it on your radio scanner
Its not so much what you know
Or who you know thats coming
Its what you do regardless
Its what you do... eventually
Finally... we put it to the test
Dedicate to the true believer in you
Finally... put it to the test
Finally
Ive seen them running, down and out
Never mind the good intentions
A dreamer with a reason to live
Is as clear as his next invention
You take a second look to find
A second chance at giving
The voices say do not despair
Theres a real good reason youre living
I could feel the earth moving
I could see sky falling
We can chase the storm
We can sing the rain
Walk the final distance
Live this life again
Finally... we put it to the test
Dedicate to the true believer in you
Finally... put it to the test telling me to let go
I can feel the earth moving (I can sing the rain)
I can feel the rain coming (live this life again)
I can feel the storm
I can sing the rain
I can free my heart
Live this life again
You can choose to stand
You can choose to fall
You can see the rain
You can have it all
I can feel the rain coming
I can feel the earth moving
I can feel the love coming
I can feel the earth moving
I can feel the rain coming
I can feel the love coming

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song performed by Yes
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