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And the Oscar goes to… The Academy.
Oh my God… We did it! We won our own Oscar.
From the Academy to the Academy I would like to say thank you.
Thank you for your Outstanding performance in creating such a mental, emotional, heartbreaking, joyous, disappointing, humiliating, happy, depressing, exciting, judgmental award show. Thank you for the emotional highs and lows and for the honor of displaying all the ness - nervousness, gratefulness, hurtfulness, happiness, sadness.
I would also like to say thank you to the Academy for designing the ultimate, top-notched award that appears to be the great “I made it Moment” of validation in one’s life. Thank you for producing a show so much so that it is made to be all about "the Oscar" (the trophy). The heightened level of anticipation, anxiety and emphasis leading towards the show is so focused on who will be obtaining one of these prestigious awards. I am so grateful and honored on behalf of the Academy to receive this award, so once again, Thank you.
Message to the actors and actresses from me, not the Academy.
It appears when it comes to the actors and actresses (nominated or not) you seem the least valuable, yet you bring the greatest value, not the award itself. Ok, you didn’t win, or you were not even nominated, does that diminish your role as an actor? No, not at all. This award does not validate who you are. You are Amazing! God knows you are Amazing, I know you are Amazing and the world knows you are Amazing. Also, keep in mind, it’s not about the “award,” but the REWARD. So do not allow your focus to be heighten or dampened about obtaining this award, because God has gifted, equipped and rewarded you with the “Greatest Reward” - The Gift of Acting, so you already won, Period. It’s over, nothing to prove! So hold your head up, let your light continue to shine and continue to use your gift to fulfill God’s purpose, not man’s.
It must be sacred; Grace, stay.
In Execution,
a Sacrament blessed nakedface-under
God"s matchmaking; time and place.
Introduction, inducing Actors in the play
of Life-_, induction.
Converging space.
Scourging liars.
A romance of chronomancing,
counting you, pinning you down
under breasts of Maternity and feeding you
by its Milky White Dew.
Do you remember when the atmosphere
was
electric and strangely comfortable,
that day?
A Communion; precept of tuning in,
in frequency, rapidfire.
Mind balloon is in Celebration.
Gifts are in their station.
Counting sired.
VIP access in entry into your private places
exclusively gained.
But here is the adventure paved-granted;
heroism, faith-planted
and Integrity's mystery pained.
Unfurl the Truth.
Peal the layers of Union delivered,
stay in the execution of executings way.
Proof.
That.
Jesus Saves.
In Every Way.
Deliverance.
Remembered.
The night falls, a darkened sky,
Stars glitter at me… every second, every time.
From the eastern side of my island, we see an eye—
A bright, round, dark-yellow eye,
Peeking from beneath the calm, dark ocean blue,
Yawning, as we wait for the game to start.
When the full moon rises, awakened by a cold breeze,
It glows above with a heavenly breath.
White clouds take shape in different forms,
Moving like actors in a silent film—
Dancing, battling, making funny faces.
Soon, our backyard is bathed in ghostly white,
The niu, ulu, tamaligi, and talie trees
Stretch their black shadows across the garden,
Twisting, creeping—scary, eerie, thrilling.
Bushes wave at us, adding to the excitement,
And one of us calls out, "Fai kakou igave’a!"
This is better than any sport,
Playing under moonlight—
Not too hot, not too cold,
No sunburn, no boredom, no chores.
An owl hoots in the distance,
Cicadas whisper secrets we can hear but never see.
Bats swoop above, hunting on the fruit trees,
Turning the night into an adventure.
Each player takes position,
Finding the perfect hiding spot,
Disappearing into the shadows.
"Make sure to survive a forbidden fall!"
Hide and Seek, the palagi name it,
But in Samoa, this is the game of the night.
We play until the seeker finds us all,
Laughter echoing through the garden,
Until exhaustion pulls us to the soft grass,
Breathing in the scent of pure earth,
Singing lullabies to the moon’s endurance.
"Omai i le fale, ua leva le po!"
Mum calls from the front of the house.
We groan—too soon to end the night!
"Darn it!" I whisper to my brother.
"It’s alright, there are plenty of nights ahead!"
"But not every night is a full moon!" I grumble.
We race home, wash up, and rest.
As I lying in bed, my mind still full of wonder,
Dreaming of the moon, our white planet.
What would the world be without you?
Dark, dull, silent, lifeless.
'Ha! Ha! Can’t wait for your next return.'
Tonight? Maybe next time.
I laughed, as I heard my little brothers giggled beside of my bed
Find me stupidity talking to myself.
I’m off to sleep now—
Or else I’ll be late for school tomorrow!
G’night, moon babe, and sweet dreams.
Linen ruffs and lacy cuffs
And farthingales and tassels;
Petticoats and hose and cloaks
Like those once worn in castles.
Fastenings of hooks and eyes
And buttons, strings and laces
Used instead of zippers to
Keep closed important places.
Milliners and stocking knitters,
Shoemakers and such
Pushed for authenticity
In looks and wear and touch.
Seeing Shakespeare on the stage
The way that he intended
Must have had a top-notch team
Who cut and sewed and mended.
“Twelfe Night” was magnificent.
The all-male cast impressed;
But kudos, too, to all the folk
Who got those actors dressed!
We celebrate actors and actresses,
'Cause we all value fakeness.
We put emotional investments
Into mind games of pretend.
We rather live in a fantasy
Than face reality as it is.
So, tell me why we earn money
Through simply being part of subtle slavery?
All while the world worships
People pretending to be greater than you or me,
Here we are left wondering,
"Why is the world not how it could be?"
We celebrate leaders and even losers,
'Cause we only cheer for the views we share.
We put all of our faith
Into those with minds like a wraith.
We rather observe until there comes a big scare,
Instead of being aware of what lingers in the air.
Tell me then, why the rest of us
Are treated as even less than peasants?
Sadly, others have had greater presence.
All while the world goes on,
Some only live in misery and suffering.
Why oh why can't we instead celebrate one another?
TEN WORD CHALLENGE -2 – FOR CONTEST – (*Fiction)
1. Ambivalent 2. Arcane 3. Bittersweet 4. Luscious 5. Intercessor
6. Quiescent 7. Flamboyant 8. Immolation 9. Tactile 10. Quintessence
I had been *quiescent from dating for quite a while, consumed with my career. He suddenly stepped into my life with his *flamboyant personality. He was the *quintessence of actors on the stage at the theatre. Our connection plunged into the depth of passion with sweet, *luscious, moments after midnight. It was *arcane, risky, spontaneous activity. Then I became *ambivalent. I felt swallowed up by waves of uncertainty. Was this just a momentary rush? Would my heart be ripped out like the act of *immolation? It all seemed *tactile. What about my goals, my thoughts, my work, my life? Then a true friend became my *intercessor showing me this was nothing more than a superficial bond. It is all just a play like the ones he acts out on stage. So, the fun came to an end one *bittersweet rainy night.
Heidi Sands
*Placed 5th in Contest: Ten word Challenge -2
Under the vast sky of illusions, we are actors wearing masks of stars and ephemeral shadows,
Our gazes meet through mirrors of mist, seeking reflections of hidden desires,
We are magicians of an illusory world, finding ourselves in the imperfections of others, in deep silences,
An endless waltz of unspoken words, a dance of souls under the moonlight, to the rhythm of longing.
Roles shift like the waves of the sea, sincerity becomes a mystery hidden in the depths,
We endure one another, silent travelers through labyrinths of smiles and tears forgotten in time,
Each carries an unseen burden, a secret locked within a chest of precious memories,
We seek solace in shared magic, a silent complicity like the stars watching above.
In this dance of fragile appearances, we lose ourselves only to discover a deeper truth,
A connection between hearts, silent and full of life, embracing the beauty of humanity in secret,
We find and lose ourselves in silences, sharing stories known only to us, woven from whispers,
An entire universe created from memories and dreams, we place our desires on the altar of brave hopes.
We weave courage with the fear of the unknown, traveling through time with closed eyes, dreamers and sincere,
Finding in others the reflection of our own soul in this world of dancing and enchanting illusions,
In the imperfection of the other, we learn that truth sometimes hides in the magic of open hearts,
Thus, we embrace the beauty of humanity, with all its grace and mystery, under the vast sky of illusions.
These days, actors and singers serve my catapult mayhem,
sometimes they are catalyst too!
I sing in between their lines of songs
their churned up recorded whims, hums, and candid cataracts!
And some days, whence things get screwed up
about a random psychotic feed back ,on a laminated free verse!
A day care and a festive color season!
Once small pox diagnosed ,
they let the sick baby get a safe mode, in an arranged detour reason, instead.
For a submission and a genuine submittal try!
On a humorous cover page , it calms down the wildest underneath rage, outcry!
Everything is clouded, intranet, inter too!
Nonetheless, a Fine arts diploma travels to the farthest east and swings to west,
they surely do!
To and fro round trip with a lonely estranged,
to Alaka and the random Parthenon
to cuddle Athena to wrap the scar, very own
before applying to have a trip to scar benign
Certainly,
We knew the translators' sage first,
Before originals tried to happen there, in a diaspora or wanderlust.
Please allow me a reason to try, anyway , anymore
before, they even try to be happy , at least mock or greet
and then eventually, troubleshoot for the love story ever after, special treat!
I am sorry, Joanna, on behalf of the survey-monkey!
You know me now. And the poem from the day care of Maxim Gorky!
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"Super credence...!"
Coming from the west,
Known by many;very popular and people's figure,
Qualified with soft speech,modified with prominent smile,
Dressed with simplicity,but very focal,
The complexion is matched to brilliance,
Lifted up in air was the nose;catching public attention,
Perfumed with premium lavender diffused from the skin into clothing,
"Preemptively ushered",someone said,
Fashioned with tanned pelt around the bust,...kente from the waist,covering to the knees,
Beads and cowries all over the neck,...as well as ears,arms and feets,
Head covered with scuff,
Carrying a pot of water,
Traditionally attributed to firmness and greatness,
Moulded with superintendent qualities;staunch and wisely modulated,
Possess melodious voice;Seductively enriched,
A marital object for procreation and generational changing,
Talented to dance,subbed to singing,
Colourful in appearance,
Useful creature among equals,
Warrior for true love,...even though life is full of irony,
Taste her food,and come for more,
Culturally valued and highlighted,
"Where does she come from?",
Goddesses over waters applauds her magnificence,
Monumentally, she is the mother of world actors and heroines,
Spreader of democracy and patience;Incomparably agitated,
"Tell me...who's this proficient person?",
That is the legend of years;an indigenous superstar,
Proudly known as,"MAMA AFRICA",
"The jewelry everyone is digging for".