Untitled Love Poem

Our photos are dreams and poems – images of love

Focusing through soft light we are Mylar moments

Hoping for dawn – we dance in the stars after dusk


Tango – in the midnight ballroom of our procession

Planting our toes in stars – growing dreams in binary

Stripped bare – we are planetary – bodies in tandem


Heavenly silhouettes flowing forth from pages to be

Where wild winds whisper their sycamore secrets

And the western mountain trails are long and free


For what language is written that defines a horizon?

What delicate wings will take us there – what words?

Shall we grow guide feathers – or become zephyrean?


Sailing in and out of frames – through cameo pictures  

Across oceans – wanderlusting for the silver line of the sky

upon paintings of things to be – memories of our future


Traversing the Villanelles of night into Terza Rima days

Our eyes aperture to photograph the effigy of our hearts

These memories become the scrapbook – of love’s ways


Of dreams and poems – of moments

That we hold and hold tight

Until tomorrow is here again


Author's Notes/Comments: 

except the last stanza, this poem is a Terza Rima about love - a very traditional content. 



I want to speak one more Language
That everybody can easily speak
Same as our food or as beverage
If not, it means, we are weak

I wish I could deal with people
In everywhere, whatever they are
I hope I can once be able
To become a friend to those are aware

Serious or peaceful situations
Should not affect our hearts
The poverty or luxury nations
Are only our world' parts


To the Arms of My First Love

2010-2012 Poems

It feels like my soul is REUNIFIED with my body.
It’s like - “THIS IS IT!”
It’s like coming home…to somewhere I’ve always known
But haven’t really been.

I could write tons of words…poetry!
Of why it should be,
Why it must be,
Why not? I’m so excited, Destiny!

But for now, this I know:
Since I was 7…It was a subtle call.
A wink, I turned my back but you are feisty.
I took the first step. I took it slow.
But all roads lead to where I should be…

Now I see you, and you’re hollering at me!
Sweet call to infinite passion of creativity.
I am coming right at you…my first love…

Author's Notes/Comments: 

(c)jerlin -23Aug2012 - My love for photography. :)

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it's a cool word.
With a very cool meaning.

I like taking photos,
and even better,
is taking pictures
with black and white film.

In the dark room,
my day becomes okay.
It's just me and my film,
and I know I'm safe.

No one can hurt me in here,
no one can make me talk.
I can just relax,
and do what I love.

I love developing my film,
and love doing projects.
The end results are amazing,
and make everything worthwhile.

It doesn't matter how many times
I have to try,
as long as I am
in love with the end result.

is really kind of magical.
You get over the smell of the chemicals,
'cause that doesn't matter any more,
after you're in the dark room.

You'll never truly know
how amazing it is
to develop film,
until you do it.

The way the picture
is invisible until
you swish it in developer
and then the magic happens.

The picture gradually
appears on the paper.
One second not there,
and the next it is!

Photography is amazing!
It's a little love of mine,
and I want to be doing this,
for the rest of my life!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

My thoughts on photography. Please comment!

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