SIMPLE GESTURES
frequent
figures
presenting
emotive
rhetoric
& active
commune
ideas
in
encounters
sustaining
split-minded
monumental
eccentric
adjacent
spheres
in
stark
holistic
prismatic
intellectual
kindred
senses
captivated
affinity
proclaimed
&formalised
in
purist
murals
depicting
contemporary
trapezoidals
an
aesthetic
credo
in prospect
of
thoughts
expressed
quoted
precisely
commitments
extending
&
processing
the
immutable
everyday
reality
articulated
with
comprehensive
consistency
& composure
sans
indifference
to
obligated
memory
willpower
or
means
Each woman will become a Muse,
proudly cheering her sisters on.
When the enemy’s sword is drawn
there is no way you can refuse.
Soft gestures, those ladylike cues
graceful in blue jeans or chiffon.
Each woman will become a Muse
proudly cheering her sisters on.
Whether whole or wearing a bruise
her inner strength is never gone.
She can be vibrant or withdrawn.
It doesn’t matter which you choose,
each woman will become a Muse.
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
SILENT GESTURES
motifs
optically
overlaid
sublime
tangible
in ABUNDANT VARIETY
bizarre
manifestations
&appendages
seemingly
infinite
&BEYOND THE TRIVIA
suspended
expressive
allusions
exaggerate
similarities
It’s a simple and ordinary day,
There’s no reason to wish it a brighter way.
A fake smile and gestures I relay—
There’s no positive; just be okay.
There’s a shift, subtle yet hard to define,
He’s simple, but something in him shines.
A blank face, rarely offering a smile,
Yet somehow, he gives my heart a butterfly.
He’s one of the reasons I can’t explain,
The cause of a heartbeat that won’t remain plain.
His smile—rare, like the full moon’s light,
His steps make my world feel right.
Almost three years, still stuck in the line,
He’s far ahead, not quite mine.
Not in the middle, not even a part—
I hope, if it’s possible, there’s still a start.
SMALL GESTURES
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
small gestures bloom bright,
a gentle hand, a kind word,
the world feels softer
What does it cost to let a soul bloom and grow,
But love and sincerity, my dear fellow?
Like a gentle smile on a passing face,
Wrapping me like a warm embrace.
A soothing hand on my shaking one,
Its warmth still lingers though all is gone.
A shared laugh in the storm we face,
As the gloom fades without a trace.
"You are the best," beamed a child I once saw,
And O'—when did older souls let kindness go?
So tell me now, my dear fellow:
Did it ever cost to let a soul grow?
my
abstractions
rainbow
my perspective
with
left - field
&
avant-garde
unpredictable
& unknowable
always provocative
instinctive
& interpretative
is this
enigmatic
inspiration
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
*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.
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
It was the work of her hands
that gave flesh to her speech;
her persona made vocal.
Gestures were needle-point,
stitching words into sound.
She talked with the eloquence
of quick speaking fingers,
with hands that emphasized,
underlined, swept away, challenged,
motioned, mentioned,
mollified, mimed, beckoned,
warned and added warmth to her words.
Her hands sewing and patching together
articulations for
the far-sighted and for muted ears.
Cuddles are warble of affection
that without or with words apply,
magicians of light burst alone
that no exhortations we need...
Gestures that allow us to levitate
hands in energetic passes
ways that allow us to hover,
sane, saved believers not skeptical...
In sweet caresses become light,
in sweet caresses, pains are brief...!
vogue falling colours
eyes a vessel brushing rain
filling the pitcher
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