- Even darkness shines in a dance with butterfly wings - quote by poet
She dances in the dark
expressing passionate emotions
Through movement
with a partner or alone
Dance gives her a sense of belonging
stimulates socializing
A bridge between the visible
and the invisible world
As humans, we are equipped with
a wide range of passion
regardless of whether you are blind or not
Dance serves as a delightful sanctuary
HALLMARKED INDIVIDUALITY
autonomous
complexities
increasingly
intact
opted
isolation
ascetically
sought-after
creativity
in
stability
stimulates
&
fascinates
artistic
genius
Nine months have quickly passed since the mind
was provoked to write many lines of rhyme
Does this stimulation arise from some type of hormone?
is there some thought arousing release of an enzyme?
Most it comes from memories
go back to when one was a child
A few from visualisation
just let thought patterns run wild
There is gratitude for hardships
that shape the growing soul
Sometimes a base for humour
that forms a playful role
One day upon a Zen Chai massager
body"s rockin to and fro
Seems Im back upon a steam train
stimulates poetic flow
Take pride that my daily way of living
has deviated from the norm
Poetry is a platform to support others
fulfils a desire to inform
There is an advantage
travelling on a corrugated road
From the bumpiness, a body massage
stimulates every lymphatic node
Many slow miles across narrow corrugated potholed tracks
that's the way we had to travel
All these country roads
with the surface constructed out of gravel
Not so good for family car rapidly worn out
before too many miles, made it hard to sell
Now these roads are smooth and sealed
a different story now to tell
OUT OF THE LIMELIGHT-:-
etched
inner
realities
breathed
neglect
into a CREATIVE PROCESS
genius
emerges
stimulates
man-made
features
with a REFORMING INFLUENCE
evoking
spontaneous
emotive
vague
moods
thought as poetry
past present future surreal
pure expressions cure
deific communing in time
softly breath stitches rare rhymes
stillness turns wheel feel
creating cosmic garlands
recognise lyrics
emotions eclectic ebbs
awakens colourful dreams
mirror reflections
nouns verbs adjectives adverbs
ether air worded
fire water earth stanzas
carries stories converses
stimulates seconds
fathoms then embraces faith
promotes perfect peace
forms galore eastern western
feeding fertility flames
intrinsic to life
advances awareness awed
forge fraternity
transmuting darkness to art
wisdom deepens liberty
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PLACED 4Th : STANDARD CONTEST
ON TANKA STRINGS
To smile, to sing..To give food, to laugh..To eat ice cream all year round
To travel the world, to share your thoughts
To climb trees, in shorts' and in short to
Dance or be quite merry, there is multi tasking, maybe thats a snack as you drive
Stimulates metabolisam keeps the body
Alive.' Did warriors fight yet defend others
The sharper reflexed, won over any bother
Expand your conscious its the better way to good health you will find, engage with others, may you, have the greatest of days.!
In the countryside is where I find my pride
Here where the hills descend into the edge of my lawn
And ascend into the skies where angels await alongside
They travel up and way beyond
The margins of my imagination
Here where the hills descend into the edge of my lawn
Nature has been one of the greatest creations
As it still stimulates my sleepy mind to fly to great heights
At the margins of my imagination
Acknowledging the angels was an after-sight
Because I had been focusing too much on another problem
As it stimulated my mind to rise to great heights
The visions frightened me enough to stop them
But they were so natural and embedded in the church naves
Although I had been focusing on another problem
After all, I walked around town without looking at the shapes
Of the relief sculptures embedded in the ancient townscapes
In the countryside is where I found my pride
And where I cannot hide no matter how vast and wide the mountains rise.
In the wee hours mansions where hushed glooms sneak flesh
Flesh that gossips furtive malice in minds' natural breath
Breath that stimulates crooked cravings inside the disappearing doom
Doom slopes upon the feeling’s ending, perverted plea
Plea shades its crimson mantle around the nocturnal mind.
Mind inspired by secret wrath below a pastel skin
Skin that fleeces a monster whose faintness shams piety sin
Sin that buds in plagiarized hilarity, deriding deadly impasse
Impasse on a land of walking humans in skins yet inner evils.
Poem by N. Mugisho
“Imagine,” he said, “the magic of pretending,
whether one is in bed or on a mountaintop.
—quote by poet
The rush of wind,
and hush of chimes, between breaths.
Full sun carries
no tune; it tarries, stimulates
my too pale face.
To sail, to sigh; shells on the beach.
I bury my feet
in crush of waves, deceptive suds.
Flood of feelings;
momentum of time displacement.
Floating, glistening.
My eyes confused, maligning sight.
One thing is true:
the rush of wind, the hush of chimes;
and there is more -
the sun does not play lyre; or flute.
Music Looks Like
A thunderstorm rolling
in from the west.
Jagged flashes of lightning
from dark roiling clouds
A quiet stream meandering
through a wooded glen.
Bubbling and gurgling as it
gently flows to the sea.
A brilliant art work with
splashes of red, green, blue.
An improv painting open to
one’s interpretation.
A crowded street full of people
of all shapes, sizes and colors.
Some hurrying, some not but
all seem to have a purpose.
A dark sky, with stars flickering
and moon shining.
A tilted head taking in the grand
scheme of the universe.
A silent snowy day when
nothing stirs.
A mournful howl drifts on the wind
a note of aloneness.
Music is not just sound, it also
stimulates us to see
more than we can imagine.
The word grateful springs to mind,
And being above ground I don't mind,
As long as I am of sound mind,
With others not having me to mind,
And me fit to children mind.
The only thing I do mind,
Is alcohol I have to mind,
Though a drop or two of baileys in my coffee,
should not cloud my mind.
And there is some baileys chocolate to blow my mind,
So, overall Christmas stimulates my mind,
And given my age the children can mind or not mind,
As another Christmas is always on my mind,
And being being above ground I don't mind,
With another poem just for you in mind.
Hope you have only kind words in mind,
For those of unsound mind,
You have to mind,
With the spirit of Christmas in Mind.
A kiss in the dark,
Turns the ambiance romantic!
Entwined in each other’s arms,
Startling scenes couples make!
Heightened by privacy and intimacy,
Sensory experience stimulates them
To go a step further towards their union.
The two souls, thus become one.
Oh, what a confluence!
Busy in the work of creation
Their progeny, they increase.
Amidst their kith and kin,
Those who sip the nectar of joy
Live a happy and blissful life!
acuity
delights
stimulates
gratuitously
resonates
pertinent insights
Bluebells are a symbol of humility, gratitude and constancy
A perfect day is not lackluster, nor lusting for more, but
rather knowing the plenitude in each sentient moment.
—Quote by Poet
An Edenic Rise
it’s perfect degrees
of sixty-one stimulates
a chirrup ‘cross screen
in pjs; my feet are bare
pedicured cerulian
better than Summer
and Winter’s too cold to bear
love perfect degrees
in slight chill of fahrenheit
add cup of Highlander Grogg
an Edenic rise
joyful sighs sans monotone
with cream in the cup
retiree with work to do
bluebells boon in afternoon
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