Category Archives: Photographic Poetry

The Land of the Free

Umbrella-Chairs— Photographed by Tyler Buschman —

The Land of the Free

The Home of the Brave…

We bought what they sold

As they took what we gave

We watched what they did

Without worry or care

They hid behind flags

As they siphoned us bare

The ground which we stand

Is now dusty and bleak

A Land of the Poor

And a Home of the Meek

We used to be Free

When we used to be Brave

But now we are here

‘Cause they took what we gave


Secret Admirer


Auburn eyes

Skin of milk

Hair that twines

Like vines of silk…

Won’t you be

My Valentine?

Won’t you be no one’s

But mine?

Won’t you live

Inside my head

And haunt me

While I lie in bed?

I don’t know

I do not know

I do not know

If you will know

That I’m the one

Who wrote this text

And if you do

Then what comes next?

If you unveil

That I am me

What then becomes

Of us and we?

Will you and I

Become a pair

Or will my hope

Become despair?

It’s hard to know

It’s hard to see

If what’s ahead

Is you and me

But feelings

This intensely tense

Go far beyond

The bounds of sense…

So sense is out,

And logic too,

I will not stop

‘Til me and you

Have elevated

Passed defeat—

Two separate hearts

Within a beat

A sum much greater

Than its parts

A bond that’s born

Where passion starts

I’ll wrap you up

And hold us tight

Until our flame

Consumes the night

And from the ash

Our love will rise

And soar throughout

The cosmic skies

Just me and you

And you and me

Just we and us

And us and we

No one can stop

What’s meant to be

No one can stop

Our Destiny

Just me and you

And you and me—

Together through


Naughty Zombie


There once roamed a Zombie

That nibbled his friend—

A life which came slowly

To all but an end

But after a while

What’s one became two

So both Zombies hunted

For something to chew

Together they feasted

While groaning with moans

Until they erased

Every bit from the bones

But one of the two

Couldn’t stop seeing red

And so he continued

To eat the undead

It didn’t quite matter

The meat wasn’t fresh

The hunger decided

That flesh equaled flesh

For Darwin had spoken

The fittest would win

Regardless of boundaries

Or morals or sin

I’m writing this message

In effort to warn

I witnessed the Cannibal

Zombie be born

So batten the hatches

And brace for the Fall

The Cannibal Zombie

Is coming for all…