PhotographerNo1
Beggar Poet of Mumbai
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Farewell Flickr Pro
Image courtesy '
www.flickr.com/photos/pokerbrit/8763039082/
whatever Flickr is
over the years for
its growth to Flickr
pros it owes ..
but in its haste
to become another
clone of Facebook
make a billion bucks
in adds a tumbler
full of woes ..
oh sorry Flickr pros
you will never be
forgotten wherever
you go .. although
this tribute as a poem
for my love of all of you
i chose ..dear marissa
mayer hope you read
it too .. feel our pain
photostreams that
flow it course ..pulled
out by flickr managements
arm twisting force
tears on the soul
of photography ..
despair and remorse
forgive me maam
for crying out
loud and hoarse
The Imagination of Man Is Poetry Unbound
187,825 items / 1,482,823 views
beyond the reach of time and sound
only pain Prometheus bound
manacled chained on a rock
of despair above the ground
love is disillusionment
click fraud infamy all around
women are devious deceitful
their charm a honey trap
on the Venus of her mound
a pound of flesh for an ounce
her demands her depravity
her greed her lust your
soul burnt urban brown
when she gets tired
she dumps you
some new dickead
she has found
a longer dick
more endowed
as she holds him
lovingly as she goes
down on the stem
on the crown
a sarcastic sigh
a blistering frown
what goes in
comes around
more profound
a silhouette
of more pain
in the foreground
RIP NEW FLICKR ...NEW FLICKR DIED OF OVERDOSE
too much of anything
is bad a thought arose
new flickr in deathly throes
funereal poetry partly prose
on the face of the pros
flickr management shut
its doors in memoriam mass
on 20 august pall bearers
as free members they chose
think flickr think new flickr sucks
says a beggar poet firoze
moving out to 500 other friendly
photo sites ex pro members
in shell shock deep repose
why this harakiri a question
in all humility i pose
my favorite old flickr was
murdered in his sleep
no he did not die of overdose
my photostream with a flood
of blood sweat tears overflows
why why a torture on us pros
you impose ...the pride of flickr
wont ever come back once
they go .. flickr refugees
finding new homes on
strange shores .. boats
sailing in the winds
without oars ... a thought
rises soars ...we have
been treated worse than
street side whores ..
god too is sad ... of course
with you arm twisting force