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Beyond Mouth and Mind

Zazzles
Broomie
Tyrant of Words
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Atakti said:Great, thanks for tackling this tricky topic you guys!

Zazzles, half your lines are on target. Just ask yourself how you would describe a scene to blind person, without analysing it. A good effort, though, cheers.


Yes that is a good point Atakti and yes this is a tricky subject but worth the exercise! ... This is so exciting, good luck everyone!

EngrVV
D_Poetic Engineer
Dangerous Mind
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The Deaf: An Eye Opener

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          Dr. Alan Hurwitz, Gallaudet University President

     
     Last year we went to a fund-raising campaign and awarding of scholarships to deserving students by High Bridge Foundation, Inc. held at Gallaudet University, which is a federally chartered university for the education of the deaf and hard of hearing in Washington DC.

     We arrived early and was greeted and led to our table by Mrs. Mencie Hairston, the wife of Dr. Ernest Hairston and a friend of my fiancee. Dr. and Mrs. Hairston have been life-long volunteers and supporters of programs that benefit underserved population of young people: new immigrants, adoptees, the disabled and those needing financial assistance to pursue higher education.

     Dr. and Mrs. Hairston established High Bridge Foundation, Inc. two years ago as a tax-exempt, non-profit organization to reach, connect, serve and empower young people from underserved communities so they may achieve their full potential and become contributing members of society.

     There was deafening silence across the room before the program started. Then guests in the next table to us started communicating, but it was still silent because they were talking in sign language. What amazed me was that they were talking like normal people with no hearing deficiencies. I could tell that they were more fluent in English than the other guests in my table who were talking to each other with our native Filipino accent by the way how effortless their hand gestures and heads moved, as well as the twitching of their lips and tongues told stories only them could comprehend.
     
   When they called the President of Gallaudet University, Dr. Alan Hurwitz in business gray suit for the welcome remarks, the more I got astounded. He delivered the welcoming remarks using his hands like a musical conductor of a pit orchestra! I couldn't believe that the university president himself was deaf. My astonishment did not stop there. When it was the scholarship foundation founder's turn to speak, the more I was surprised because he himself was deaf and delivered his speech using sign language, which was very entertaining to watch because his hands and fingers moved as if they were dancing in the air.

     I was compelled to write this short story so I may share with you especially those who are alcoholics, drug addicts, wrist-cutters or whatever you feel you are at the moment, about a very important moral lesson: never give up and lose hope. Despite their disabilities, the people I mentioned above are good examples of how good life is, if you steer it towards a productive and meaningful endeavor. Don't let your current setback hold you back. Get up and try to make the first step—seek help and last but not the least, keep on writing my friends; if only in writing you find solace and peace of mind.

mischief_cheesecak
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The Drops of Sorrow

She presses her finger tips upon the window
Ever so slightly
She yearns for a release of her agonizing infliction
She listens to the drumming of the rain drops
She's imagining her tears being swept away
Her sorrows being suffocated into a river of hope
She fears
He made the most ultimate betrayal
The unhappy truth of pure abandonment
She mourns for her soul mate to return
As she stands and awaits
Staring out the window
To the dreary skies
She wonders why.....


poet Anonymous

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Atakti
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Right, I'm giving everyone one more week. Check your entries. So far, Magdalena has hit the target closest, and the rest are in a varying spectrum from 'about right' to 'hmm, nope'.

Easy instructions: describe a photograph of a person or persons, using only outwards descriptions of appearance, body postures/gestures and facial expressions. That's it, no more hints!

Show me what you got, poets!

poet Anonymous

Camping

He's sitting in a blue camping chair
a well broken in canvas fold-away

the morning dew and lazy rising sun
make the morning look colder than it is

he looks so far adrift mentally
it's hard to tell if he's just half asleep
or lost
somewhere out of reach

holding a stainless steel mug
the dog curled at his feet
absent from the moment
and too beautiful to disturb








poet Anonymous

I know it is ONE entry, please make it my last one..It is more appropriate :-)

exe
Lost Thinker
Joined 17th May 2014
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takes the glycerin capsule. teethpunctures it. turns the wrist to the sharp eye. pupils are juicy raisins for the crows that live on top. pupils are dryhard currants. sweet analogy thinksbrain. cute and pincering.

squeeze to arm, larvagut toothpaste. same for the left one/the right one/!

the other one. drifting finger pads, manysensed, accidentally find their intention. press-smear-rubsmooth resistant texture some science name, viscous? like glass spread it all over as you would guilt. ensure proper distancing from event.

chews the polymer husks in strong teeth, flexing tongue to press it to molars. pupils are juicy raisins. eyes are tempting morsels undoubtedly.

blueeyes415263
Thought Provoker
United States
Joined 9th July 2010
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Photographer

Black and White's are her favorite skins.
Flash's of light, bulbs and lenses moving like the air. Bodies draped in the latest fashion, hair lain perfectly still.
Makeup that flatters the ego dances with the film.
Smiles of beautiful pearl swimming around crimson red lips, perfection!
Snapshot and turn, move, poise on que.
Hours of bending, pushing, shoving, cursing just to get this job through.
All time spent, clicks around the clock just for that one spectacular shot!

By: RFULLER 6/15/14

DiscipleofLife
Fenom
Dangerous Mind
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Joined 31st Dec 2012
Forum Posts: 95

the weight

stale eyelids at half-mast
concealing carmine cracked sclera
palm pedestal, chin rests
gaunt fingers cradle hook jaw
against the grain
of five-o-clock shadow

the weight of his world
on toothache display

Atakti
Tyrant of Words
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Forum Posts: 3273

Thank you for rising to the challenge, poets!

lepperochan
Craic-Dealer
Guardian of Shadows
Palestine 67awards
Joined 1st Apr 2011
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accused

his eyes were shot
and they bobbed and bulged
atop the red  
that pooled his lower lids
his face gaunt
pale, save for the dark rub
around his cheekbones
he'd a curious stance
with legs bent back at the knee
and hands, with fingers splayed rigid
that hung from limp arms
beneath shoulders
long since surrendered to gravity  

Atakti
Tyrant of Words
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One day left...

johnrot
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can i feel your face?

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glimmer of pale blind eye
her's remind
of baby blue skies
the crystal dilated pupil glares albino red
retina said
we're already dead
put my best foot forward
as bleak
as the future may be
it bends one knee
lifts me off my feet
when it kisses me on the cheek

i can't see shit
but she sounds like my love of the 90's
and smells like teen spirit

the mental picture is getting clearer
it doesn't even matter
i can't see her in the mirror

unintelligible
bad aim silver bullets only put commas in the night

arch your back
toss your hair
roll those alternative function periscopes like you don't care
but i see past that blank stare
gorgeous glare
at the storm on the horizon

phantasms
mannerisms
all color caught
in a prison of prisms
she doesn't speak
just moves her lips
cuz nobody listens

i bend over backwards
lookin for the love afterwards
drink scotch while she she's playin hopscotch
in my top knot
tip the bottle
till the bottom drop
while she drops it like it's hot

try to keep chest out
chin up
know that happiness only comes in sip cups
for a sick fuck
who just keeps getting older
and lookin over his shoulder
with
braille books and folders
and a composure
like shit sucks
but i can't see it over


poet Anonymous

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