Deaf can see symphony sounds with eager eyes
Imagining the noise as brown, flight of butterfly
Feeling the music from the car radio in time
Nodding with it in silver synch
To the rhythm deaf not blind
Walking on the beach as tan sand suckles feet
Toes making bowls of mud
while waves dance on repeat
And the cascading sun rays
All golden what is their sound
Perhaps they sound like a soft smile falling down
The drumming of an infants heart
As he jumps in arms and hands
Holding sweet child like holding a star
From a distant heaven or far land
The sound of tears of joy
Splashing in festive face
Happiness that fill a void
Gifts of God’s love and grace
Can you hear my satin soul
Rejoice on the deaf choir
Hands dance a ballet of gold
Sign language lifted higher
I am differently abled to hear
Sights hearing people may miss
Sounds of excitement I hold dear
As a deaf person I feel bliss
i smile at people all day long
young and old
fat or skinny
abled or disabled
strange looking or plain as can be
it’s all the same
but when it comes to me
too fat too wrinkled too old
i’m full of criticism
and i can hardly bear
to glance into the mirror
if this would be a friend
confiding in me
i would be appalled
i would shake them and
tell them they’re crazy
and to snap out of it
so hear me, you be my witness ~
i’m committing here and now
to wear my grand-mother’s ring
(the most beautiful woman in the world)
to remind me beauty is in the heart
we should remember always
that kindness is what’s beautiful
and keep that earwig in our ear
AP: 2nd place 2025
Greeted by the sound of the ocean all sadness eases away
as I skim the surface of a smile, I suddenly make headway
Showered by rainfalls I am filled with the scent of petrichor
I smile, at the thought that God has cleansed me to the core;
Connected to a Higher Power I am an exquisite human being
smiling for a thousand reasons that only I can totally illumine
Invented out of dust I have become the beating heart of love
and I have a million reasons to smile un-mentioned there of
Loved by many understood by few, I am the twinkle of a star
I smile cuz deep inside I know there is nothing that can mar
Abled and armed with compassion and passion I am strong
I smile because I know I am, the breath of everything I am
What makes me smile is the thought that I am never alone
I have Angels at my side, that I don't need to call or phone
In a heartbeat they are there right beside me everywhere
in sickness or in health I know His Love is always, there !
There are some eminent people
who are true epitomes of bravery
they carry arms to fight against
the enemy and unfurl the flag of victory!
But at times, they become the war casualty
who lose their arms and survive shortly
Pitying glances fall as they live a life of disabled
But their high self esteem shouts, "You stand differently abled",
They shine bright and earn a unique identity
because they don't let go any coming opportunity
to restart the game of life as it was priorly
even if in a new way and hence they inspire many
Many of whom have a hard way to heal
and have courage to live their life normally...
When you’re down on your luck, all one needs is
love and a hug.
Quote - Poet’s own
I'll tell it like it is, the mood that's blue
People tell me I'm looking well, not true
Those words come alike a stab on my heart
When my world's completely falling apart.
I put on a smile that’s entirely fake
To disguise my tears for fears and heartbreak
Who wants to listen to my tales so blue
Tales that I prefer that folk never knew.
I aim to be kindly though there are times
I’ll speak with words that are most unrefined
Then beat myself with an imagined stick
And pray for forgiveness of my remiss.
I feel alike that fantastical lass
Abled to have stepped through a looking glass
That everything in my life is reversed
Gone from angelic to devil on earth.
I’m trying my best to put myself right
But it is surely one heck of a fight
One day I hope to tell it like it is
That all is wonderful and life is bliss.
*+*
30th October 2022
Poem written too late to enter the contest sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
“Tell It Like It Is”
Inside of us
We all have our thoughts inside of our heads
And a heart that lies there beneath our breast
A pair of lungs so we breathe in and out
A tongue to talk with inside of our mouth.
We've a skeleton to keep us upright
Fingers abled to work, hold and to write
Arms flexible for to bend and to reach
Energy to put stride in legs and feet.
We've so many extraordinary things
The Lord God above thought of everything
The one thing we can put inside ourself
Is love and love is what makes all things well.
7th March 2021
Don't think you've fallen
where no one else has fallen
don't think you're fighting
a fight no one's fought
Growing up in a world of rainbows and glitter
shielded from the stress and the strain when you're little
learning balls and chains knock you down like a skittle
now knowing how lows always follow on quicker
this place you've fallen is a test or a calling
a challenge to change via natural warning
indifferent nights sleep waking up in the morning
good times come sudden for now bad keep pouring
You're facing a hurdle
it's still the same track
just jump land and cycle
pace in vein get back
most willingly abled
with skill to adapt
you're facing a hurdle
it's still the same track
My spiritual journey has been eventful,
Still uncompleted. It started at a very
Young age; my proper life very ordinary.
Raised simple old-fashioned; my soul very faithful.
Encouraged by spiritual closeness to God.
I loved my peaceable solitude when abled
To have it all to myself when I was troubled.
A footbridge where I wept, embraced God, and felt awed.
Marriage and my children changed my life forever.
Difficult challenges or uplifting good times
His amazing grace, always there cleansing my crimes.
Age still welcomes Wisdom; desire and endeavor.
I walk freely following His light, step-by-step.
Guides me through changing seasons to heaven's doorstep.
1/6/2021
2. Journey
'''J'' Contest, New or Old' Contest Info
Sponsored by Constance La France
the blind sees no colours, dark
eyes close inner vision bright
*Image of Excitement Unlocked giphy by Escape Hunt.
Time
Life millstones pressures creation to sort
through essential time, balms the albatross
over seasonable means, paid in court.
A past fraught in qualm, trading ourselves short,
wills the clock face, hands smile--it sates the loss...
life millstones pressures creation to sort,
from the moment that stretches to distort,
spoke present to a fresh reference, toss
over seasonable means, paid in court.
Seconds, minutes, hours ticking by, assort
cleft role of abled spread twinklings as moss.
Life millstones pressures creation to sort
that infinite future's schedule, escort
zealous flashes duly, that run across
over seasonable means, paid in court.
Shapes an hourglass, together, we support
an eternal measured us, reach across.
Life millstones pressures creation to sort
over seasonable means, paid in court.
2020 June 30
*1st Place*
A Brian Strand you choose
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2021 August 12
*1st Place*
Time- 8 Word Challenge
~~Constance La France: Judged 2020 July 06
I'm going gung-ho, I'll let the gun blow, I aint done no, until I say so,
I've got sayings to sow, when I lay they go woah,
ink the words in the row as I show off and show why to throw me the doe,
I can row the boat slow, fly high dive low, don't underrate bro and belittle or bellow as my bow and arrow will hit you I'm hallow. I'll take in the takings like a baker with dough, rhyme baking and making it rise up and grow, win prizes through flow as I fly like a crow. An honoured untouchable tactical poet
incredibly abled to powerfully show it. Could it be these single syllables
are only good for simple silly fools and simply stupid individuals who sin and sit all cynical while I sing with awe so clinical reaching toward the pinnacle, ideals I'm phenomenal, I feel this is probable.
Here a little
There a little
A Little less,
At best
Come to consider
And before I believe a lie that you have said is true
Satan Father of Lies, I Put MY TRUST IN JESUS CHRIST
Placement in the middle
All that is left
To dream perchance
To die, perchance
To live a lie
This lie we live we shall not give
To the Father of Lies
The unsightly Satan
And before I believe a lie that you have said is true
Satan Father of Lies, I Put MY TRUST IN JESUS CHRIST
We had better reach than run
For he that holds the gun
Shall be overcome
By God's abounding love
And before I believe a lie that you have said is true
Satan Father of Lies, I Put MY TRUST IN JESUS CHRIST
So pull the trigger
If you figure
Your gonna catch me with my guard down
I won't be in abled, to rock the cradle
I will seek then be found
There's no deficit
There's nothing that can get
Me to renounce the crown
The Crown of My God, My Lord and Savior Jesus is sound
And before I believe a lie that you have said is true
Satan Father of Lies, I Put MY TRUST IN JESUS CHRIST
He rides his wheelchair like a racing car
The rainbow colours blending into one
He grins his infectious grin, his wide mouth
welcoming and warm
He stutters, his sentences an intricate mess of
words that won't come the way he wants them to
And Tourette is not HIS name, but all the same
it makes him a wondrous one to view.
He doesn't understand most jokes, so serious!
But laughs uncontrollably at his own pun
So fun! But one must love his beautiful hair
His green eyes, and everliving optimism
I know him well, from the inside out, so proud
is he. Remember well! This does not define
the him he is, I live with him day in, day out
Because you see? I do not notice disability.
For me he is as normal as can be, for I am he
I live with me, and disability, and poetry.
***
4th Place in Contest: In a relationship with a dis-ABLED person - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: W. Thomas Markham
Opalescent the heavy moon glows low,
Rhapsodizing in pale light, winding
Gauzy haze about gnarled branches.
Apples gleam red where moonbeams steal,
Nectaring night breezes in perfumed scent.
Innocence illumined, for creatures kneel
Commending praise beneath the trees.
Fabled branches, heavy with fruit,
Rustle leaves tinting toward gold and
Umbrella the still sanctuary cradled between old roots.
Invocation of gratitude to the Creator--
The orchard transcends to a cathedral,
Sanctifying a new year’s harvest, pure and clean.
Copyright, August 15, 2016
Faye Lanham Gibson
lithe athletic limbs
churning up the cinder track
paralympics next
~25 Jun 2016~
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