Today's poem is written for someone I admire greatly. I tease him terribly, but I think he is probably used to that by now… at least I hope so. Mr Micheal Stokes is a brilliant photographer who pushes boundaries and ignores his critics. His artistic interpretation and admiration of the naked form is second to none and I never cease to tire of perusing the images he captures through his camera. He is an artist much like myself. Out there, not deterred by others who would seek to dismiss or discredit our works. I push emotional boundaries and he visual ones.
So Mr Stokes, in honour of your works and continued dedication me smile at the beauty through your lens. I dedicate this small poem to you. Keep inspiring others through your work and don't forget that second selfie. ;) @stokes_photo
Mr Stokes
Deep into his lens they glance
Statuesque in their frozen stance
Masculine moulds this artists goal
Beauty beyond mere mortal souls
Icons chiseled from toil and sweat
Captivating images we can’t forget
These God like idols to humanity
Not bound by the limits of society
Men of men who’s poise invokes
Each stilled in time by Mr Stokes
By Helen Stallard
November 25, 2015
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