Words can serve to soften an unintended offense by
engaging attention, admitting fault and displaying selflessness.
"My bad", or more commonly, "I'm sorry" and "Forgive me"
In any language, they are a means to discovery, détente and delight-
Je suis desole, Es tut mir Leid, Lo lamento
Choosing to be heard honestly, the right words are crucial to
lightening the load, bandaging broken-ness as well as harboring hope.
And in addition, the voice tone, facial expression and body stance
are worth attending to in order to establish a sincere apology.
Three years of age cerebral palsy her condition
No outward signs she is lacking cognition
Though not yet able to communicate through speech
To meet her needs other signs she does beseech
Fascinated by instruments of music
In response her facial expression never static
The direction of each eye is misaligned
The radiation of her thousand watt smile so magically defined
I must be fascinating
to meet:
an enigma of style choices,
wild hair, and holy sneakers
a.k.a pre-k teacher
What seals the deal
is all in a facial expression,
the one I make when I am trying
to act serious
My five-year-old student
Taleen captured it perfectly:
shock mixed with horror
Recess!
A wet crinkled brown leaf skimmed my face,
when absorbing the mild milieu ahead,
this peep of day random leisurely,
meander amidst the stunning wild life,
mirror to olympic onset of proud,
major town and its spirited clan,
in an inkling a cascade of hue tinged,
thoughts, reflections, insights, life questions,
swirled in a bright lustrous swathe profound,
inside this brain of mine attuned to spheres,
I commenced to ponder on matters,
meaningful, mystic, mind enhancing,
cheerful cyclist with heartfelt greeting,
jogger in deep breathe whose sudden halt,
despite his schedule to engage with,
me, this being they scarcely even knew,
fixed a slot for sound red ruby witness,
warm shepherd folk smile whilst their kin gaze at,
bees, butterflies, songbirds, cute insects,
children have this innate facial expression,
as adults do when reflecting quietly,
fountain sprinkle of hum and haw linger,
countryside in blue sky urban realm,
that sunshine ray to my blissful muse
A nightshift a long time ago
I worked with a girl
Her boyfriend didn’t approve
Approve of her working with men
She asked me not to answer the phone
So her boyfriend whouldn’t know
Know of her working together with men
A pasient died during the night
Procedures and protocols to perform
To perform with compassion
So when the phone rang, I answered it
There where no reply, from the other end
And others to call, so I hung up the phone
Two days later, looking out of the tram window
I saw her face, battered and bruised
And knew, her boyfriend really didn’t approve
Approve of her working together with men
A problem I had no solution for
A spring day 25 years later I sat on a train to Oslo
At the Oslo S I saw a couple, recognised the girl
Couples usually goes hand in hand, arm in arm
Or arm around body, arm around shoulder
He was holding her arm!
A problem I still have no solution for
And then comes the poem:
Her facial expression
Battered and bruised
It still bothers me
Her facial expression
A sunny spring day at Oslo S
It still bothers me
It still bothers me
The Italian language
I would like to immigrate from Portugal to Italy
After ten o'clock at night, I switch on the TV
and watch an Italian soap opera
I don't understand a word of what the actors
say, but it is the way they say it, no hard
Consonant, no one is asked to stand to attention
For a comma, a full stop is a mere bagatelle
Not understanding what actors say is not
important, it is about facial expression and screams
So many pleasant surprises, last night's program
about a man who looked scruffy, he looked like
an evil character, but as it turned out, he is a police
inspector and arrested the man who looked like
matinee idol for the murder of the girl
All this happened in a modulated language where
crass consonants, dare not enter
The room was small;
There was street graffiti on the wall
And a bed next to it;
They were both on the bed
And he was on the top of her;
To her,
It was peculiar with this boy,
She couldn’t stop gazing,
At the face expressions he had.
In the face as he was making his way into her;
She knew,
She would remember this moment;
His facial expression was dear;
It was as if the waves were splashing,
One by one, against the shore
And made white foam;
His young face was in bliss,
In torment,
In joy,
In ecstasy;
He was stuck in and was suffering, flying;
Everyone has their own journey
No one can walk it for you
No one can decide for you
Choose confidently the path you trust
That is how you define your life
Don't let other people's emotions control your mood
No one deserves to make you sad, tired or hurt
Just because of their facial expression or words
Remember, you are your own light
Smile is the most precious gift you give to life
Being true to yourself is your biggest power
To overcome every challenge
Smile, shine, and love yourself everyday
Life waits for no one but you alone
Live each moment to the fullest.
Facial expression
A separate art marvel
In a human form.
So much romanticism on the choreography
The body and facial expression
Demonstrate a love between the two
A passion, simply fantastic, perfect couple
Perfect synchronicity, wonderful
Beautiful to see, extraordinary
Romantic to see, amazing the performance.
She tried not to dance the rhythm
Couldn't hold back anymore the beating
Facial expression, priceless now in motion.
She tried to fight and release the urge
Perchance dancing without inhibition
Thinking the moves through its rhythm.
She's now dancing with the rhythm
Trying, shy, seeing eyes reaction
But the body has a mind of its own.
LUMINOSITY
natural & fresh
gently shaded
staring
visible
confronts
&cradles
resilience
shattered
in
emotional
expression
gazes back
embellished
eyes
meeting
resonate
attracting
a striking
facial expression
screaming
harrowing
vulnerable
intriguing
Every day in every way we get choices
We can choose to dazzle and delight
Or choose to disappoint and demean
Every facial expression
Every word choice
Every eye roll can amuse or hurt
We create our day every day.
Showing people our shine or our skunk.
Optimistic people rising to the top of energy hills.
Bringing like-minded people up with them.
Positivity is a pendulum that swings people to the top.
Reinforcing the ones who are ready to be joyful.
Discouraging the ones who are insanely jealous of it.
Too many times
we live in someone else's
make believe.
Truth really isn't that hard
to conceive
we spend too much time
consummating
someone else's cares.
So much time wasted
in our head,
there's never enough day
to act on changed minds.
Starting again
in the same sun rise
always surprised
by yesterday's acts.
Hearts dead set
on what ought to be.
Never considering
who you are to me.
A difficult problem
to define but always an answer
I can name.
Wrap my fingers around
and caress it ever so simply.
From atoms in the physical
to energy in my mental
the answer falls like rain
and never stains this knowing.
Gifted from the spiritual,
passed through metaphysical,
and accounted as a glitch
of what should not be.
Still the answer remains clear.
No one else has to believe
my make believe.
Can you feel it?
The way your soul shifted
and absorbed the brightness
of your facial expression.
How in the world
could anyone answer that?
I guess it doesn't hurt to ask.
But it's known all the same
Some people are naturally funny
They have a flair for comedy,
Seems everything they say or do
Illustrates laughter as a remedy.
Many times quite unwittingly
They say something not as a joke,
But it gets gales of uproarious laughs
Because it was a comic who spoke.
Often it’s merely a facial expression
That gets an audience’s attention
Other comedians rely on story lines
And funny catch-phrases for retention.
Folks say I have some natural ability
To make people around me laugh,
I haven’t the foggiest notion why
Except I’ve always been prone to gaffe.
Written November 7, 2022
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