Helen Keller who amidst deafness and blindness,
Had turned poet, writer, and lady of kindness…
Peter Winkler, who, though, arthritis affected,
Wrote and left his soul, never to feel dejected…
Octavia Buttler with her dyslexia,
Authored science fiction as her euphoria…
Christy Brown though suffered from cerebral palsy,
Wrote with his toe many an elegant story…
John Hockenberry suffered paraplegia,
Wrote and won over his physical inertia…
Who can forget the author of Paradise Lost?
Who had kept his inner eyes vibrant at all cost…
The universe has men and women so many,
Who has proved that physical ills worth no penny...
It's not the hand; it's the poet's heart that volumes write,
Who can bind wings of imaginations at flight?
08 June 2021
The Poet's Hands Are Tied Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
There is a green monster under my bed
A man is hanging from beneth the stair
From the cailing there is blood dripping red
A horrid bat just flew into my hair
A green glow is leaking up from the floor
There's a white ghost on the cemetary
This frightful house is much more than a bore
Even the buttler says to the contrary
I will show you in a lovely tour
Here is where we have our torture chamber
But wait, don't leave, upstairs there is much more
Here is our spider traped in old amber
All the creepy crawleys came to say, "Boo!"
Here is a cell we prepared for you!
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