“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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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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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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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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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

Four: The Arrival — Original and Re-edited Version by @Zorlone

The Arrival

From a thousand miles they came to see the show,

The nighttime sky was slowly beginning to glow,

The lights shown bright, oh what a sight,

They sat snuck together, nice and tight,

It felt right after such a long flight,

Try not to think of saying good night.

Just sit right back and enjoy the view,

Cause they all knew, these days are few,

Just sit right back and enjoy the craze,

Before the velvet curtains are raised,

The soft white snow began to accrue,

No one cared, they weren’t subdued,

They all knew, these days are few,

They laughed and mused at the stage anew,

The greatest show of their age revived,

Just then they knew they had arrived,

Buzz— Swoosh— Boo—

[end]

Artwork: Frank Cunha III | Poetry: Frank Cunha III / Re-edited by:  Lorenzo Bernardino | More Poetry

The Arrival

They came from many miles around to see the show,
The nighttime sky was slowly beginning to glow,
The lights shown bright, what a sight,
They sat close together, nice and tight,
It felt right after such a long flight,
Try not to think of when it is time to go,
Just sit right back and enjoy the show,
They all knew, these days are few,
Just sit right back and enjoy the show,
Before the velvet curtains drew,
The soft white snow began to accrue,
No one cared, they weren’t scared,
They all knew, these days are few,
They laughed and mused at the stage,
The greatest show of their age,
Just then they knew they had arrived,
Buzz— Swoosh— Moo—
[end]

Artwork: Frank Cunha III | Poetry: Frank Cunha III | More Poetry

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Frank Cunha III 
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