Best Gestures Poems
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In the absence of complication,
trials and tribulations become distant memories.
Above sapphire skies delight sanguine eyes -
inspiring forthcoming musings of the mind.
While a tiny thread weaves daydreams
among tulips and chinaberry,
creating comfort along a beckoning horizon
as footsteps are soft and freedom a gift.
Birthing a simpler life singing, whistling and
smiling as a weight has been lifted
like an acorn to a nest where hunger
is merely a fading illusion.
Borderless curves of a winding way
meander without consequence
when nature forms a calming view and
confusion is a season somewhere in the past.
Where wide eyes see the future as a ray of light,
a beacon illuminating every hope,
signaling that this is your time and place
and you rejoice in the feeling.
And as peace becomes common
along avenues of cobblestone stories,
welcoming gestures bloom throughout all…
in the absence of complication.
11/20/19
For the: In the absence of complication Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
free speech is not to say what you think ~ said the blind man with a wry wink
the deaf guy smiled as if it was wise ~ he could do morse code with his eyes
a dumb man clapped sending out shockwaves ~ no idea we’re mortal slaves
the mind reader thought he could see through ~ in truth neither he has a clue
By
David Kavanagh
with the touch
of God
this fountain
of mercy
a thing of great beauty
portraits in stone
in relief & in
round reality
marvels in marbled
layered planes
of dextrous
turbulence
expressive ecstasy
of emotional empathy
made tactile
insights in allegory
embodied & engineered
imagination
into
monumental
magnificence
They chew gums in compacted face,
Cheek-bones lining made-up skin;
They belong to the golden race,
Of foaming coke and shriveled gin.
They stare at you like you were a slave,
All through your seven lives;
They do know how to behave,
But only with middle fingers five.
Rags cheap, faking overprice,
Skirts shorter than a Chekhov story;
They believe their tangled hair to be nice,
But blush at selfish flattery.
They have lips that throw sarcasm,
At their own starving selves;
They fall for their own dark chasms,
In deep thoughts when their brains delve.
The only knowledge they possess,
Is of others’ destination;
The only wisdom they impress,
Is of disconnected imagination.
I wonder how they ever pass,
In their examinations upstart;
They think their shoes are class,
But it’s their gray cells that’re apart.
Posing their hands as if they were fractured,
They proudly exhibit their flaws;
Girls with majestic gestures,
Usually come in cycle-rickshaws.
-Pin Dew (02/05/2017)
Note: This is only to show how a Burlesque is written, no offense to anybody. Also excuse if anything seems inappropriate. I ask for forgiveness beforehand.
HELLO
"Hello."
"What do you mean?"
"What do you mean 'what do you mean'?"
"You said 'hello'."
"O---kay..."
"Was it just an emotionless greeting,
For an unarranged accidental meeting?
Were expressions or gestures involved?
Was something questioned now resolved?
Did you look me soulfully in the eyes,
Or secretly undress me with your eyes?
Do you think we were here by fate, or choice?
Was there something suggestive in your voice?
Did you say hello with playful alluring guile?
Did your eyes, dimples and lips all smile?
Did your hello contain some hidden laughter,
Or suggest YOU AND ME forever after?
Was that hello, I'll see you now and then,
Or hello (goodbye!) never again?"
"I don't know. It was just hello."
"Hmmmm." I said, rubbing my chin. "Hello!"
14 Jan. 2019
When am I supposed to Stand, Kneel, Bow Sit Etc.?
The celebration of Mass not confined to our minds
Hearts
Voices is means to involve our bodies as well
Each gesture is significant
Has meaning.
Standing: Standing is a sign of respect and honor, so we stand when
the celebrant-representing Christ (the priest) enters and leaves. We
also stand for the Gospel, and the bishops of our country have chosen
standing as the gesture we adapt when receiving the Eucharist (the
sacred body of Christ).
Kneeling: In the early days of the Church, kneeling has been the
gesture of penance (reparation[confession]). More recently has come
to show adoration. Thus, we kneel for the Eucharistic prayer except St. Andrew Catholic Church where we stand because we have no kneelers (except in the chapel).
Sitting: We sit for the pre-Gospel readings and the homily in a gesture
of listening & meditation and during announcements after past
communion prayer
Show a gesture of warmth to all you meet
Offer each one the least- a pleasing smile!
A kind gesture can give others a new start
Geniality generates joy, creating a comfy feel
Offer each one the least- a pleasing smile
Many wallow in gnawing despair
Geniality generates joy, creating a comfy feel
Mend their hearts which need urgent repair
Many wallow in gnawing despair
Lend your ears to what they have to say
Mend their hearts which need urgent repair
When you listen, their frustration you allay
Lend your ears to what they have to say
Having no one to listen is the greatest bane
When you listen, their frustration you allay
By patiently listening, their anxieties, you slain
Having no one to listen is the greatest bane
A kind gesture can give others a new start
By patiently listening, their anxieties, you slain
Show a gesture of warmth to all you meet
May.23. 2022
A Rhyming Pantoum of Five stanzas
Poetry Contest
Sponsor- L Milton Hankins
Re submitted for Pantoum Old or New Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Joseph May
Guess I could be considered mainstream
By no means can I be thought of as extreme
But at times I sure wish
I could give life a twist
Walking down main street making gestures obscene
© Jack Ellison 2015
The trash has been removed by wind and truck, by hands
much smaller and hearts much larger than his.
The twinkling lights no longer shine on the tree
or in my eyes. Scourer of malls, hunter of treasures
magpie to the crownless king, reveling in his “just” deserts?
The cold, meaningless, plastic gesture of his disregard lay
under the barren Xmas tree, barren, as his love for me.
His treasures piled high, exquisitely dripping with each
memorized desire, truffles melting on his thoughtless tongue,
scrapbook memories litter the pointless horizon.
Soon, he would attempt to hurl three decades of subservient
gestures out, out like the small flame of love left, in the empty
space which was my heart.
Like these hand's? They've never had a voice.
But what they've had too say all these year's?!
These hand's are small, I Know.
But they're mine.Taste sweet like candy.(Lickable).
I'm just here looking for my goodtime Lolly PoP.
Give me a Sign if you find what I'm looking for.K.F.H.Deafdumbgirl
Eye
to eye,
lip to lip-
kiss to finger
tip
quick gestures
times seem subdued
though somehow not alert
moments begin to intrude
captured by phrases
never seen abrasions
mute
intentions fade as time is payed
fools wage's are waisted pages
redundant as it seems
tongue will find means
as it wrestles with the ink
gives the mind time to blink
worth in word's bakers dozen
love and blood are second cousins
just another farce
wrote just this
side of th dark
..
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*Image of Morning Rise by Giphy.
Spirited Gestures
Cast restlessness about the wind,
That toss and empty leaves from trees,
The autumn season sees them thinned,
A tingling sense of breathing squeeze,
Be auburn reds hint golden scene,
Like royal robes and crowning queen.
Genteel polish a crystal shine,
Oblige passage involving wake,
Luster beckons whispering shrine,
A pristine call edges a lake,
Mindful ears recognize courses,
Coming wafts like thirsty horses.
Slight Boreas push chills a bit,
Zephyrus cut short, warms again,
A tit for tat that never quit,
The disturbed rest till strength regain,
Nature takes heed and nothing more,
Benumbed deep down within its core.
Relaxed lay calm felt now surrounds,
Idling base fresh breezes fill,
Perianths rise and fall on grounds,
Prompts unfailing the currents spill,
Unseen traces the length of thee,
Forces abound heaven's decree.
2022 September 28
*8th Place*
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 September 28
*RZ; ababcc, dedeff, ghghii, jkjkll. HMS; 8 syllables per 24 lines.
A gesture is like adding
A tiny bit of colour
On a dark and dreary day
It can take away a problem
And melts it all away!
Its those little things
We say and do
A smile, a touch,
Thank you so much
Little thoughts, little deeds
Helping someone you see in need
Raising up a spirit, or someone
Hungry that you feed
That small gesture of
Offering up your seat!
Some small gift you get
Just to let you know
That your truly appreciated
Without telling you so!
A kind word, like magic
Takes away the pain
From all those hurtful words
And leaves you with a feeling
That you matter and your heard!
14.10.22
Sugar Cain spin speeches
coming from wrinkled, prune faces
Citrus acid tongue leeches
latching on to golden palatial places
Waxy viper lips moving in lamprey motion,
voodoo witches brew is an anaconda potion
Goodwill gestures nod seen tone sourly,
Facial expressions is wink frown candy
Let the people lick the sores of their festering fear,
never tell them why the wounds won’t heal
Sell the primetime favorite lies they so love to hear,
then see how filthy lucre low they can kneel
Reach for the fools gold at the end of the faux rainbow,
trolling for more tears from a-many larynx weary soul
Money talk always speak envy green pantomime,
sour face gestures grins an emerald enamel shine