#paparazzi - Hello Poetry

Always being flirted with While others never get noticed Standing out in densely gathered crowds The highs were way above and beyond Even the mightiest and highest of the clouds The shine would never ever leave My newly found and now world famous face But, it takes lots of **** hard work If wanting to stay in Hollywood’s first place Never liked to be the runner up Only ever winning, at any sort of race Paparazzi snapping, tabloids exaggerating For what’s its actually worth One more bit of bad gossip mongering They could bring anyone, back down to earth.

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Dec 31, 2019

Dec 31, 2019 at 11:29 PM UTC

Fetchitnow

Fallen Star

Always being flirted with While others never get noticed Standing out in densely gathered crowds The highs were way above and beyond Even the mightiest and highest of the clouds The shine would never ever leave My newly found and now world famous face But, it takes lots of **** hard work If wanting to stay in Hollywood’s first place Never liked to be the runner up Only ever winning, at any sort of race Paparazzi snapping, tabloids exaggerating For what’s its actually worth One more bit of bad gossip mongering They could bring anyone, back down to earth.

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Once upon a time ‘Expose’ was to absorb moments. Word and deed Are now adulterated.

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Nov 11, 2017

Nov 11, 2017 at 10:14 AM UTC

PencilPoet

Photo Film Roll’s Lament

Once upon a time ‘Expose’ was to absorb moments. Word and deed Are now adulterated.

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My drone just struck the roof I'm not the aviator, I should be it deserves a better pilot and guide one who will teach it, gliding high and free taking pictures, some erstwhile celebrity bouncing around Hollywood, on a photo ride not hitting cars, and trees Sailing with the wind, above Eastwood's abode seeking to capture his joy and pride dying in his backyard, from a shotgun load issued, from inside Suing for retrieval of the pictures, it had spied

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Oct 3, 2016

Oct 3, 2016 at 11:26 AM UTC

TemporalFugue

Poor Paparazzi Pilot

My drone just struck the roof I'm not the aviator, I should be it deserves a better pilot and guide one who will teach it, gliding high and free taking pictures, some erstwhile celebrity bouncing around Hollywood, on a photo ride not hitting cars, and trees Sailing with the wind, above Eastwood's abode seeking to capture his joy and pride dying in his backyard, from a shotgun load issued, from inside Suing for retrieval of the pictures, it had spied

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Of air that can come and not go, since he took her by his side and told her he'd never let her go the paparazzi more than happy to celebrate their joy to avoid eye contact in the brim as a boy so soft it takes for joys to break .as a matter of fact, she eats the morning paper for her breakfast. her face glued to the 3 of pages of glitz that even had her in search of 'sages' first few months, such a bright honeymoon to enjoy the few, sad comes so soon of glasses that creak like soft porcelain her aged beauty that came to fade? some suspected this, and some that she had her sleeves out to see if she grew fat the months were counted, 5 it was the father denied for it was nonsense and she kept counting the days to pass she craved the attention from the mass' a little unknown boy would gather the fame the ever changing world so tall some day its the damsel in distress, some day its a new boy for all.

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Jun 28, 2016

Jun 28, 2016 at 11:04 AM UTC

littleless

Optional

Of air that can come and not go, since he took her by his side and told her he'd never let her go the paparazzi more than happy to celebrate their joy to avoid eye contact in the brim as a boy so soft it takes for joys to break .as a matter of fact, she eats the morning paper for her breakfast. her face glued to the 3 of pages of glitz that even had her in search of 'sages' first few months, such a bright honeymoon to enjoy the few, sad comes so soon of glasses that creak like soft porcelain her aged beauty that came to fade? some suspected this, and some that she had her sleeves out to see if she grew fat the months were counted, 5 it was the father denied for it was nonsense and she kept counting the days to pass she craved the attention from the mass' a little unknown boy would gather the fame the ever changing world so tall some day its the damsel in distress, some day its a new boy for all.

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(Recurring Reflections And Beliefs) Birthday after birthday i keep looking back... and find five girls always on my tail, i see them as my regular paparazzi when i am in my busiest moments, when things work out adversely, against all my best efforts i find them still tagging along with me... And then, i look back at my most trying times i recall those epiphanies that came to light my way, how they guided me through, until i was out of the dark tunnel... .....until that MOMENT came when i could hear with just one ear, i have no regrets, though, or anger within, for, i could still hear the leaves rustle when a light breeze blows... i hear even the dry oak leaves as they hit the ground, or when an empty plastic cup is blown by the wind from corner to corner of the street... these days, i am more aware of the bees buzzing on top of the flowers, the birds, scattering seeds, helping create new lives on the ground..... i still clearly hear the hummingbird flapping its wings, hovering, as it drinks from the bird feeder, even as dusk sets in... i hear the mockingbird...as it closes its wings and roosts on a pine twig..... One vital truth keeps me going- i still have my one good ear my eyes, my arms, my feet... always, i am reminded of this question: why did God endow us with two eyes, two ears, two hands, two feet? we lose one, there is still the other in our daily lives, the same thing applies among our loved ones and friends, we lose some, we gain some.... some doors close, another one opens... second, even third chances are ever waiting, a fresh start is always there to be claimed... In this stretch of my life, i still am faced with choices on paths to take, those once transitory thoughts still visit and within me, they stir.. but, reason and good judgment rise above all... .....these things, i have realized--- most of what i wanted then...and didn't get, i have now let go.... selflessness is inevitable, there are people...things...to be prioritized over our own happiness understanding is important .....seeing myself here, now, .....i am happy, .....i am no longer there still, i am glad to have been there... When asked the most puzzling questions, i have learned to turn to the wisdom of the children, i always, always have but one answer.... "...just because...". At this point and time, life, still is not perfect... but i have known how to be calm, as i face each new day... perfect, or imperfect, it doesn't matter anymore, heart and mind have been honed, for this knowledge overrules all others: God is beside me, He is behind me... He leads me, He's got me covered... i have nothing to fear... (November 13, 2013) Sally Copyright November 2013 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

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Dec 2, 2015

Dec 2, 2015 at 12:43 PM UTC

sally-a-bayan

THE POETRY OF RRAB

(Recurring Reflections And Beliefs) Birthday after birthday i keep looking back... and find five girls always on my tail, i see them as my regular paparazzi when i am in my busiest moments, when things work out adversely, against all my best efforts i find them still tagging along with me... And then, i look back at my most trying times i recall those epiphanies that came to light my way, how they guided me through, until i was out of the dark tunnel... .....until that MOMENT came when i could hear with just one ear, i have no regrets, though, or anger within, for, i could still hear the leaves rustle when a light breeze blows... i hear even the dry oak leaves as they hit the ground, or when an empty plastic cup is blown by the wind from corner to corner of the street... these days, i am more aware of the bees buzzing on top of the flowers, the birds, scattering seeds, helping create new lives on the ground..... i still clearly hear the hummingbird flapping its wings, hovering, as it drinks from the bird feeder, even as dusk sets in... i hear the mockingbird...as it closes its wings and roosts on a pine twig..... One vital truth keeps me going- i still have my one good ear my eyes, my arms, my feet... always, i am reminded of this question: why did God endow us with two eyes, two ears, two hands, two feet? we lose one, there is still the other in our daily lives, the same thing applies among our loved ones and friends, we lose some, we gain some.... some doors close, another one opens... second, even third chances are ever waiting, a fresh start is always there to be claimed... In this stretch of my life, i still am faced with choices on paths to take, those once transitory thoughts still visit and within me, they stir.. but, reason and good judgment rise above all... .....these things, i have realized--- most of what i wanted then...and didn't get, i have now let go.... selflessness is inevitable, there are people...things...to be prioritized over our own happiness understanding is important .....seeing myself here, now, .....i am happy, .....i am no longer there still, i am glad to have been there... When asked the most puzzling questions, i have learned to turn to the wisdom of the children, i always, always have but one answer.... "...just because...". At this point and time, life, still is not perfect... but i have known how to be calm, as i face each new day... perfect, or imperfect, it doesn't matter anymore, heart and mind have been honed, for this knowledge overrules all others: God is beside me, He is behind me... He leads me, He's got me covered... i have nothing to fear... (November 13, 2013) Sally Copyright November 2013 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

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i don't want to flatten you out put you on a frame in the hall of fame where people would go just to gawk and stare at you that would be so cruel of me, because you- you are so much more complex than that you are the foundation of a house something everyone takes for granted because they cant see it how many times have you slipped out unnoticed by those looking for the shiniest, brightest stars in the world if you look for those you miss the planets you miss the way that you sleep with a shirt over your head to "block out the light" so you can sleep better you miss the ridiculous, pleasurable conversations "did you know that Louie Armstrong would cut off the callouses on his lips with a pocket knife?" "we should write a comic strip about a starch that smokes **** and call it "The Baked Potato."' let's keep away from the photographers, the paparazzi, the artists, the writers you hate attention anyway said you would rather "sleep on the roof for a week" than give a presentation in public i have discovered you but i won't ever tell the books will not mention you there will be no statues of us but the ones we build with sugar cubes on the privacy of our own kitchen table where messes like us can be swept away and kept in no other place than our memories and the storage on my phone i will memorize the lines on your torso and back but children will never study you in geography, they will never be asked the year you were born or at what latitude and longitude your chest muscles meet your abdominals a search on Google will pull nothing about you you remain undiscovered to all but me.

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Oct 31, 2015

Oct 31, 2015 at 2:43 PM UTC

kate-lyn

5.

i don't want to flatten you out put you on a frame in the hall of fame where people would go just to gawk and stare at you that would be so cruel of me, because you- you are so much more complex than that you are the foundation of a house something everyone takes for granted because they cant see it how many times have you slipped out unnoticed by those looking for the shiniest, brightest stars in the world if you look for those you miss the planets you miss the way that you sleep with a shirt over your head to "block out the light" so you can sleep better you miss the ridiculous, pleasurable conversations "did you know that Louie Armstrong would cut off the callouses on his lips with a pocket knife?" "we should write a comic strip about a starch that smokes **** and call it "The Baked Potato."' let's keep away from the photographers, the paparazzi, the artists, the writers you hate attention anyway said you would rather "sleep on the roof for a week" than give a presentation in public i have discovered you but i won't ever tell the books will not mention you there will be no statues of us but the ones we build with sugar cubes on the privacy of our own kitchen table where messes like us can be swept away and kept in no other place than our memories and the storage on my phone i will memorize the lines on your torso and back but children will never study you in geography, they will never be asked the year you were born or at what latitude and longitude your chest muscles meet your abdominals a search on Google will pull nothing about you you remain undiscovered to all but me.

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The paparazzi are staked out For the latest splash trending. Telephoto lenses focussed On the door in a non-descript Neighbourhood. Eye-Witness copter hoovers, We are in rhythm with the whirling Chop-chop Of breaking news. Rivetted to our screens. A door opens to reveal A dentist On his way to work, Wearing alligator shoes And wollen pants. We'd hoped to see A mane boa Round his neck.

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Aug 19, 2015

Aug 19, 2015 at 8:28 AM UTC

francie-lynch

House Call

The paparazzi are staked out For the latest splash trending. Telephoto lenses focussed On the door in a non-descript Neighbourhood. Eye-Witness copter hoovers, We are in rhythm with the whirling Chop-chop Of breaking news. Rivetted to our screens. A door opens to reveal A dentist On his way to work, Wearing alligator shoes And wollen pants. We'd hoped to see A mane boa Round his neck.

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