“A Woman” — A Collaboration by @Zorlone and @FrankCunhaIII

Through the hour glass

shaped wire

I make out a figure

of a woman.

 

In her form,

I can see the universe.

All the colors and shapes

that form

the space

around us are present

in her outline.

 

In the curves

I can make out each planet,

each cell,

and each subatomic particle.

She is the universe,

she is life!

Photo credits: Lorenzo Bernardino – Philippines

Photo credits: Lorenzo Bernardino – Philippines

 

Artwork: Lorenzo Bernardino  | Poetry: Frank Cunha III (reformatted/edited by L.B.) | More FC3 Poetry

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Frank Cunha III
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Sunset and Springtime | 0401201215321549 — Collaboration by @FC3ZMD @Zorlone @FrankCunhaIII

Photo Art by Frank Cunha III (taken with iPhone, edited using Snapseed, scratches added on iPad using SketchBookX app) — USA

This sunset and springtime,
colors of my tired mind.

Painting the memories,
of another lifetime.

Past and present chances,
woven in time and space.

Lines of songs and dances,
like rain in dreams embrace.

As the sun bids farewell,
this day to remember.

Bridging thoughts and stairwells,
this future to answer.

My memories remind,
of a painting sublime.

Colors of my tired mind,
this sunset and springtime.

Artwork: Frank Cunha III | Poetry: Lorenzo Bernardino

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Forgiveness | 0318201222302238 — Collaboration by @FC3ZMD @Zorlone @FrankCunhaIII

Self Portrait taken by an Instagram Friend - Edited by Frank Cunha III — USA

I left

the silent gaze
of your sympathy.
Stepping ever slowly
on shards of glass
as I walked away.

I bleed

from the cut
sliced skin
of my decision
to grow apart –
from your side.

I cried.

The thoughts
of your kindness
that I disregarded
and abandoned
from fear
of leaving behind
a life that I knew.

I am sorry.

Artwork: Frank Cunha III | Poetry: Lorenzo Bernardino

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Filipino Culture And Street Food | 03131208080900 — Collaboration by @FC3ZMD @Zorlone @FrankCunhaIII

Photo by Zorlone – Philippines Edited by Frank Cunha using Snapseed and Photoshop — USA

Figures, forms, random, and repetitive,
Sequences of space and time –
shape stories.
Seeing, being, and occupying space.
She senses the essence of being there –
from here.

On her device,

she loosely listens,
distantly distracted,

Looking and being, mind, body, and soul collapse.
Sequences of space and time.
Patterns forming,
and changing.

Calls dropped, missed, and gotten, but never forgotten.

Her cell phone glistens, cover cracked,

Soul retracted.
The other person listens.

She talks,
and stops….

Patterns remain, shapes broken,
love ones born, and love ones lost,

Talk.
Talk.
Talk.
Walk.
Walk.
Walk.

Sequences of space and time come and go,
Her phone call – done,
her essence – gone.
Soul patterns on the floor,
only her soles,
remain.

Artwork: Lorenzo Bernardino Edited by Frank Cunha III | Poetry by Frank Cunha III & Lorenzo Bernardino

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Frank Cunha III
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Golden Hour | 0315201220332047 — Collaboration by @FC3ZMD @Zorlone @FrankCunhaIII

After-5K Run Sunset Photo (right) taken by Frank Cunha III on 3/11/2012 Foggy Sunrise Photo (left) taken by Frank Cunha III on 3/14/2012 (iPhone4S, edited using Snapseed / Diptic apps) - USA

After-5K Run Sunset Photo (right) taken by Frank Cunha III on 3/11/2012 Foggy Sunrise Photo (left) taken by Frank Cunha III on 3/14/2012 (iPhone4S, edited using Snapseed / Diptic apps) - USA

Twice in a mundane day,
Unnoticed by most walks of life.
The perfect scene of perfect light,
Strikes at the golden hour.

Like reflections on both ends of the Earth,
Stretched by the reach of the sun.
The day begins when another ends,
But meeting halfway at the golden hour.

Awed in a similar scene,
The skyline of blue and yellow.
These ghost silhouettes and familiar shadows,
Are formed at the golden hour.

With the same expression of a precise time,
Separated by the distant future and the known past.
The present is clearly united,
And in sync at the golden hour.

Artwork: Frank Cunha III | Poetry: Lorenzo Bernardino

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Filipino Culture and Street Food | 03131208080900 — Collaboration by @FC3ZMD @Zorlone @FrankCunhaIII

Photo by Lorenzo Bernardino – Philippines | Edited by Frank Cunha III (Photoshop "Extreme Edit Version") - USA

“One more, please?” Pedro cried out a prayer. He counted the small change he got from yesterday’s earnings.

He still needed to meet his daily quota of cotton candy sales before he could start making any profits for the day.

The gloom oh his face brightened and he couldn’t help a smile broaden when two beautifully dressed girls approached him.

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Overlapping Lines | 0313201222562304 — Collaboration by @FC3ZMD @Zorlone @FrankCunhaIII

Photo taken by Frank Cunha III on March 11, 2010 – USA (using iPhone 4S, originally edited using “Snapseed” App) | Re-Edited using “Pic Collage” by Lorenzo Bernardino – Philippines | http://pic-collage.com

Photo taken by Frank Cunha III on March 11, 2010 – USA (using iPhone 4S, originally edited using “Snapseed” App) | Re-Edited using “Pic Collage” by Lorenzo Bernardino – Philippines | http://pic-collage.com

I stood
At the
Edge
Of a sharp
Fence of shadows
Careful not to get wounded
Careful not to bleed.

I was lost temporarily
From the presence
Of overlapping lines
Of spheres
And swords
And daggers
And of mistakes.

There could be more
Of these picket fences
Of these thin soldiers
Of these dark knights
That stood on ground
To protect
To defend
To throw
Their lives.

They stood
Still and firm
In attention
Of the lines
There
In.

Artwork: Frank Cunha III Edited by: Lorenzo Bernardino| Poetry: Lorenzo Bernardino

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My Number Three | 03111211371151 — Collaboration by @FC3ZMD @Zorlone @FrankCunhaIII

Photo taken by Lorenzo Bernardino – Philippines (using iPhone) | Re-Edited by Frank Cunha III in Photoshop – USA.

The original photo taken by my friend and international collaborator, Lorenzo Bernardino, inspired me to talk about the #3 and why I think it is such a fantastic number (besides the fact that it is my name).

Here is link to other projects we have worked together on and click here to see other posts about numbers.

Original Photo taken by Lorenzo Bernardino – Philippines (using iPhone).

The following is borrowed from Wikipedia, the free online encyclopedia:

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Making Room | 0310201209110921 — Collaboration by @FC3ZMD @Zorlone @FrankCunhaIII

Look at you, of concrete and metal
against the dark smudged sky.
The ground prepares to grumble,
but you kept asking me why?

Progress makes way for birth
of art built on stolid need.
Don’t worry about the hurt
your loneliness shall heed.

Departed folks and tenants note
the memories you’ve helped create.
A passing of the times worth
every ounce of struggle you ablate.

Remembering you in black and white
to immortalize your passing.
A tower stood once so bright
now makes room for this town’s bidding.

Artwork: Frank Cunha III | Poetry: Lorenzo Bernardino

Photo taken by Frank Cunha III on March 8, 2010 – USA (using iPhone 4S, originally edited using “Snapseed” App) | Re-Edited using “Pic Stitch” by Lorenzo Bernardino – Philippines | Then Re-Edited by Frank Cunha III in Adobe Photoshop.

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To Live a Life of Love is to Love the Life We Live: Tenderness of Mind, Body, and Soul | 03071202500316 — Collaboration by @FC3ZMD @Zorlone @FrankCunhaIII

Photo taken by Lorenzo Bernardino on (iPhone) - Philippines

I stand before You,
My conscious – clear,
Like glass,
Sins from flesh and mind, forgiven.
Thoughts–
Now pure and sound.
Help me to unbound.
From this dust
Whence I came.
My Mind and Spirit roamed.

No longer,
Shall I thirst.
I am quenched from sin.
With Your Love and eternal space.
Forgiveness and tenderness abound.
I thrive,
And Live on Your sweet song.
Fit for a King,
A  King, shall I be?
My Mind, Body, and Soul touched by Your grace.

At Your side,
Shall accept a crown?
For peasants on Earth are we.
Nobility is what we all seek.
The Creator and us are one.
Of same Stuff,
Of same Particles,
Of same Energy.
Every moment big or small,
And those moments all in One.

Tender moments past and future,
What a delight,
To see the light so bright.

Now I live a life so full,
For my heart is filled with Love,
I will proclaim My Kingdom to All,
Because in God We are all One.
We are same now,
We are same forever,

Hate is gone,
Replaced by Joy,
But only when we Rejoice.

Faith in religion?
Belief in Oneself?
Without us, without God, without Love.
Hate only condemn ourselves,
God is Love,
Love is true,
Love is grand,
Love helps us be more kind.

To Live a life of Love
Is to Love the Life we Live.

Artwork: Lorenzo Bernardino | Poetry: Frank Cunha III & Lorenzo Bernardino

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Sincerely,
Frank Cunha III
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Translating a Stairway | 0307201222542324 — Collaboration by @FC3ZMD @Zorlone @FrankCunhaIII

Photo taken by Frank Cunha III on 3/5/2012 (iPhone4S) - USA - & - Edited by Lorenzo Bernardino using iPhone Snapseed / Camera+) - Philippines

Metallic, silver, and cold.
A contrast of the bold.
Of linear and angulated forms,
this far cry from the norm.

A bright, neon green,
impressive behind the scene.
Of loud and brilliant canvas
screaming opinions before us.

The back blue framed window,
lurking under the shadow.
Embraced by the repetitious design
these playful tricks of the mind.

The solid black rails,
anchored in every detail.
Summarizing the rhymes
of a self proclaimed bard of these times.

Unfinished, enigmatic, and grey
with uncommitted thoughts of play.
This articulate structure,
 painted words designed to capture.

Artwork: Frank Cunha III | Poetry: Lorenzo Bernardino

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1 Fish, 2 Fish….. Is What’s For Dinner | 03051211551200 — Collaboration by @FC3ZMD @Zorlone @FrankCunhaIII

After thinking about this photo I was suddenly inspired to recite a poem (to myself).  Not sure why it wound up being in the style of Dr. Seuss other than his birthday just passed and I may have ben subconsciously thinking about him.  Or just my kids.  Any way… Thought this audio was funny (raw on the fly poetry first, followed by raw soundtrack of my kids reviewing the song/poem/lyrics after listening to it for the first time after dinner.  Click on the Podcast link below to listen.  Enjoy!

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Photo taken by Lorenzo Bernardino on (iPhone) - Philippines

This poem is inspired by Dr. Seuss and his comical contribution to poetry and story telling….

Dinner. Dinner.
What’s for dinner.
I wonder what I’ll have for dinner.
In this winter I’ll eat dinner.
I think it’s great to have some dinner.
Dinner winter. Winter dinner.
Maybe I’ll have a minter with my dinner.
No, a minter won’t be good with my dinner.
Instead, I’ll have a splinter.
No, a splinter won’t be good for my dinner.
So, a winter and a splinter is not good with my dinner,
but I’ll have a fish for my dinner.
One fish, two fish, three fish, four –
five fish, six fish, I ain’t got no more.

Artwork: Lorenzo Bernardino | Poetry: Frank Cunha III

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Frank Cunha III
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PS Ironically the twins had just made Dr. Seuss’ hats in preschool.

 

Dr. Seuss #2 – Photo by Frank Cunha III

Hiding in the Dark | 0304201212431253 — Collaboration by @FC3ZMD @Zorlone @FrankCunhaIII

Self-Portrait Photo taken by Frank Cunha III on 3/1/2012 (iPhone4S, edited using Snapseed / Squaready / Path apps) - USA

Self-Portrait Photo taken by Frank Cunha III on 3/1/2012 (iPhone4S, edited using Snapseed / Squaready / Path apps) - USA

Darkness veiled a creepy alley,
with mysteries and tragedies.
Walking  under a cape of foley,
shadow covered untold stories.

There was silence in the night,
of secrets and of whispers.
Two hands lifted out of sight,
brutal anger and out of temper.

A fatal blow instantly struck,
and another man fell to the ground.
His body was lifeless under a block,
The perpetrator ran without a sound.

Madness and terror lingered,
from a simple misdemeanor.
Long forgotten event conspired,
tucked away from the scene forever.

Artwork: Frank Cunha III | Poetry: Lorenzo Bernardino

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Feel the Sky, I Can | 0303201209400950 — Collaboration by @FC3ZMD @Zorlone @FrankCunhaIII

Photo taken by Lorenzo Bernardino on 3/3/2012 (iPhone) - Philippines

As I rush from solitude to unrest,
Where I am needed,
I take a moment to catch a glimpse,
I see the art in the sky, lines thin and wide,

Shapes and shadows, colors, form,
Framed by buildings that scrape the clouds,
It makes me feel at ease to know,
That I have the sense to take a breath,

It makes me who I am, a better version of myself,
When I am able to stop and “see,”
All those things that make me, me.
I know you can see the sky,

But can you feel it? Just like me?
It makes you real, And better still.
From where you came, you shall go,
Ponder not, and you won’t grow.

Artwork: Lorenzo Bernardino | Poetry: Frank Cunha III

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Pieces | 0303201209260932 — Collaboration by @FC3ZMD @Zorlone @FrankCunhaIII

Photo taken by Frank Cunha III on 3/1/2012 (iPhone4S, edited using Snapseed / Squaready apps) - USA

Fallen on the floor,
the pieces of a bond is shred.
A corrupted plan,
floated on a dust filled regret.

Deserted in the wind,
waiting to be brushed away
from my integrity, from my honesty
your shady scheme burnt away.

Artwork: Frank Cunha III | Poetry: Lorenzo Bernardino

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