“Music is the wine that feels cup of silence”
At centre of the Dance Group performers arre blind.
But that doesn’t matter at all, any one can find,
Each one competent in musical sense.
Music is the wine filling the cup of silence,
Keen Hearing Power dominating Eye Contact.
Never to depend on a Visual Impact.
Blind guys rely on their own rhythmic sense.
Music Is the wine assisting to step rhythmic.
Perfect synchronisation to cope up with dance.
Dancing under rhythm and tune to enhance.
Performance is sure to be systematic.
Music is the wine assuring to step rhythmic
Blind guys blessed by sharp sense of hearing
are prompt to dance delight in group gathering
empowered by mode of sensuous supreme sonic.
In echoes
I hear the ground shake
Anger with our kind
At the violence and hate we display
While a whispers
Of hands held out,
Assisting the world’s
Suffering.
Not because of a god or gods
They are the symbols.
Our excuses.
We have to admit,
We make our own graves
And affect nature and fellow humanity
Around us.
But too much self fear holds
Us back.
Self reflection.
Understanding
Our repetitive history.
Sickness.
Ugliness.
Truth,
Ancestry
Of our history.
Self reflection.
A simple phrase.
Fear.
Such a simple word
But we give them power.
It’s time to admit to ourselves,
We can change things,
But we need to know.
And here I stand,
Before the mirror
Of my own self reflection.
What if I just let go?
An Architect of Ruins: built upon an unpredictable,
Sandstorm. With full knowledge of its consequences.
The contractor's role in assisting with the outcome.
Was the price to pay as tools used to construct the
anchor that is already sinking?
This is the familiar toxicity of a well-known friend.
While displaying their fully furnished turnkey.
Craving stability, but chose the sandstorm.
Like cutting off body parts, then stitching them
together with thorn wires, suggested by the hired
contractor. Who has made it a wreckage, and now grasping in corrosive shattered sandstorm, having,
shown the turnkey project.
Subcontractors are now on the punch list.
Where is the willingness to surrender this pain?
These hands are the only thing that’s binding time.
Of your own undoing.
To stop the bleeding, you must drop the permit.
Hey, let’s go to the moon
Opportunity will be departing soon
Count is descending down
Orbit will be bound
Hear the roaring engines sound
Amazing adventure maybe found
Playing lunar,’ ring around’
Shooting off into the night’s air
Like a candlelight flare
Nothing can compare
Accepting this trusting dare
Lasting ten days
Going both ways
Checking neighboring planet’s backside
During the fly
Bye
Without a tourist guide
Bringing home souvenir data and results
Empowered using many energy volts
Time to take the darken path
And invade the heavenly wrath
Hiking a darken road
Being very bold
Artemus two mission easily sold
We have been told
Sun agreed wearing blinging gold
Shining bright
Heating our exploring knights
With illuminating light
Assisting them in this successful flight
He gently holds her arm
They tread cautiously to cross the street
Them ~ his cane her walker
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Possible potentials persist,
Assisting the beings existing,
In a world they are resisting.
Revisiting moments,
Envisioning whole events,
As the experience unfolds.
Loads of memories,
Download a history,
The future a mystery,
Living now eternally,
Changing all that could be.
The possibilities before me,
Infinite to explore for free,
Becoming the reality you want to see,
Constantly creating different ways.
Everyday a new place to play,
Possibly infinite ways to go,
Choose one to help you grow,
Know you're the creator though.
The man in the elevator was free
So, he escorted a beautiful lady
They’d whole day window shopping
Just a mall to malls hopping
Her sweet company was his salary.
That man in the elevator was cool
Looking after the safety of people
Assisting them up and down
Seeing her again, he frowned
Exhausting at malls… I wanted my stool.
Now this indeed
is what we need,
for AI on IO told us so.
A Pendant around the neck
for which we will
dependent be.
Blind to eye,
anticipating,
but aiding,
watching,
assisting,
listening,
hearing,
feeling,
for me,
to be.
The moment you are witnessing,
Is a miracle Glistening,
Before your very eyes.
A Present in disguise,
Here, Souls are whispering,
Hearts are Listening,
Dancing to the beat.
Feeling complete,
Retreating to the roots,
Revisiting an old way of existing.
Stop resisting ,
Start assisting,
Persisting to change,
Time to Rearrange the way,
We currently see reality.
Presents for every body,
Hidden within our entity,
Sparks of Divine Energy.
Kick starting the Heart,
To the part it Plays.
The Art of forgiving,
The Secret to Living,
A brilliant Display of Being.
An understanding to All that is Missing,
The Gift that keeps on giving,
This Moment,
Your Present to Open,
This present moment you have chosen,
To open The Gift Within this Poem.
Thank You, For You ;-)
Fabrics are sown
So eyes are drawn to quieter things
Softer
Scratching isn’t as unbearable as screaming
I wield control to my ears
Over the entry of theirs too
Better than taps
Pressure, expected,
Is not that intense
Leaning, relying, assisting
Mostly whispers cannot escape me
My ears with a constant ache
My head tries to convey my heart
Yet they say I cannot expel it to the outside
So the frog turns into a lion
And I cannot breathe
My intensity builds up
And it clots my heart
Eyes, eye
I don’t care, get it off me
The screams around me speak my name
Don’t they
Let me scratch more of my thoughts
The paper grows worn
And my feelings do too
Understand me
I do not want to attempt
to communicate
But your mocks make me overthink
My stomach churns the thought of my incompetence
I cannot talk,
So it’s my fault, really
As a gymnast with zestful glee
Going to and fro she likes to flee
Climbing up then down freely
Swinging herself wondrously
Showing off to pet monkey she does see on the tree.
With jubilant and vibrant spree
There she is, very mobile as she can be
Exercising faith* spiritedly and enthusiastically
Hopping with pull-ups, strengthening knee
Mimicking pet monkey, assisting her at the counts of one-two-three.
*Mark 11:22 And Jesus answering saith unto them, Have faith in God.
October 8, 2024
2nd place, "Just a Silly Little Poem 10 lines or less" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Miranda Hawley; judged on 10/12/2024
Unable to fear threats from
any man who actually sent
my ex husband to torch
a tailor shop killing a mass
number of elderly people
sleeping in bed Christmas Day
on oxygen machines as mushroom
clouds flooded the building do
you see special agent Alan king
asked me before hiring me to
wear wires on my unborn children
while city officials helped to cover
up mass murder I witnessed the
plotting of Ciro gargano and I
played in the silk garments in
the shop where he stored the
contents of the tailor shop sadly
corruption threatened my life to
silence me an yet I will never
ever fear murderers with badges
assisting Ciro gargano ongoing
mass murder spree a serial killer
extorting medical care for diapers
and bedding for retired hitmen
Stop intimidation arson murder
of 9 elderly people the coldest
day 1984 I will never forget
Alright, someone erred
Stole a moment of glory
Occupied centre stage
Through means unethical
To which most took umbrage
This is a time for reflection
Do we hesitate to forgive
Instead condemning the soul
Who momentarily went astray
Is not love and light our goal
Let us mindfully gentle touch
In each and every situation
As we leap forward to embrace
Assisting those who faltered
Leaving of past wounds no trace
Drooping petals of ermine white
mark end of winter days.
Then there follows the purple bright
of first saffron displays.
Our world of dismal grey departs
as comes the colour show
to raise the spirit of our hearts
by bringing warming glow.
Now ends the long hibernation.
Small mammals once more feed.
Birds returning from migration
are pairing up to breed.
And soon comes rising insect hum
with buzz of bumble bee.
He flies around to find a bloom
to feed on nectar free.
In return he takes the pollen
to blooms at some distance,
assisting plant reproduction,
keeping nature’s balance.
For special children to enjoy freedom flight
They need featherless angels with wings of love
Propelling them as they persevere to soar above
Expertly assisting their developmental height.
Optimizing daily promise of radiant hope
Neglected children cling to featherless angels’ care
Whose tender mercy warms hearts as laughter they share
In exercising faith and patience along peace-slope.
Beholding children’s milestones of delightful bliss
Featherless angels strengthened with grace
Praise God for strength* upon prayer brace
Midst their orphanage ministry from compassion’s abyss.
Maneuvering wheel chairs with careful zest
Featherless angels exude triumphant glow
In protecting children against hazards’ blow
Securing them joyously around kindness’ best.
*Philippians 4:13 - I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.
November 1, 2023
3rd place, "Featherless Angels" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Ink Empress; judged on 11/6/2023
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