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

FOOTPRINTS IN THE SAND

Sometimes you just can’t be there for someone you love (in person), but you you can still be there….

Photo: Frank Cunha III, October 2008, Portugal (with Francisco Cunha, my father)

One night a man had a dream.
He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Across the sky flashed scenes from his life.
For each scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand.
One belonged to him, and the other to the Lord.
When the last scene of his life flashed before him,
he looked back at the footprints in the sand.

He noticed that many times along the path of his life,
there was only one set of footprints.
He also noticed that it happened
at the very lowest
and saddest times in his life.
This really bothered him
and he questioned the Lord about it.:

“Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you,
you’d walk with me all the way.
But I have noticed that during
the most troublesome times in my life,
there is only one set of footprints.
I don’t understand why when I needed you the most
you would leave me.”

The Lord replied,
“My precious, precious child,
I love you and would never leave you.
During your times of trial and suffering,
when you see only one set of footprints,
it was then I carried you.”

~Author Unknown~

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