From field to photoshoot whiz
People has power showcasing beauty
Turn eyes to bulging wonder bees
That meets excellency in photography
Every culture has display its faces
From embroidery to color coding outfits
From pottery to exuding highlight dresses
From native musical instrument to its song hits
Reminds us the basic things of happiness
Lies in the preservation of our original mankind ingeniousness.
The master's hand
Ingeniousness
Has no limit.
Even the sparrow has a place to lay it's head,
So why should I lay worries on my breath?
All the world's colors laid with such ingeniousness
so why should I live in gray grievousness?
Oh God! you even crafted nature's music in brilliance!
Then how can I be overcome by my monotonous silence?
( It was my silence, a strangling silence,
Unpeaceful, condemning, rooted in me with defiance.)
-Storms visit all forests.
But trees are anchored with firmness.
So when anxiety hits me hardest,
trees teach me calmness.
Even how the tides dance over the oceans, and how they crash and thunder!
So small I feel, and insignificant,
that pride cannot be a blunder.
To the short-tempered man,
I'd advice,
look to nature and her device.
To the jealous
I must teach,
How all creation will live in joy and peace.
And those who hate must consider
that Life always tramples the bitter
Hence what I know is this:
Man is witty, and crafts many things
but has forgotten to think about all his blessings.
Its tailspin fireworks,
land and seascapes…
I pervade art…
its thumping of the chest,
its stars and stripes,
its garden of ingeniousness.
6/26/2021
Bite Size Poem no.9
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
As I peruse the magnificent works of poets long gone
read their words of love, wisdom, pain and suffering
I am uplifted and filled with awe at what they achieved
all this without modern aids, most read after they are gone
I pause and think what would they produce if still alive
were able to get the instant feedback of modern times
could write their poems not on paper as in oldie days
able to use computers and easily store their precious works
Think of the realms of paper screwed up and tossed away
a start, an inkling of an idea that will not freely flow
how they sweated searching for a particular phrase
read, ponder and be amazed at their outstanding works
So raise your glass in a toast to their ingeniousness
Salute them for they fought hard to bring us joy
delighting hearts holding us in the palms of their hands
such power do they still wield over each of us modern poets