Poetry competition CLOSED 17th May 2013 5:11pm
WINNER
Yudhajeet_Sinha_09 (Yudi)
Yudhajeet_Sinha_09 (Yudi)
RUNNER-UP:
kriticool
Upbeat
Julian (Limerick)
There is this man from Virginia
Who grew up with dyslexia
He originated dyslexart
That's how he called his art
He's the son of Victor Oteyza
He started a band called Tutubi
Performed the best as he can be
Invented a unique guitar
Looks like a work of art
Hear them play and dance like a bee
This man calls himself Julian
I thought he was Mongolian
He performs magic
As if life is tragic
His dyslexart seems Herculian
It was December when I first met Julian
He was a jolly and charismatic man
His band plays every Christmas season
For our hometown association
Come and join us to have some fun
(This is a tribute to a hometown friend, who inspite of his handicap, use it as an inspiration for his art and music.)
There is this man from Virginia
Who grew up with dyslexia
He originated dyslexart
That's how he called his art
He's the son of Victor Oteyza
He started a band called Tutubi
Performed the best as he can be
Invented a unique guitar
Looks like a work of art
Hear them play and dance like a bee
This man calls himself Julian
I thought he was Mongolian
He performs magic
As if life is tragic
His dyslexart seems Herculian
It was December when I first met Julian
He was a jolly and charismatic man
His band plays every Christmas season
For our hometown association
Come and join us to have some fun
(This is a tribute to a hometown friend, who inspite of his handicap, use it as an inspiration for his art and music.)
Anonymous
THANK YOU
I wish you what I wish for myself
Health and healing
Forgiveness and forgiving
Acceptance and accepting
May your spirit dance
May your mind explore
May your muse come to you
May you find a purpose in living for
We inhabit this troublesome body
We have made our life plans
Before we were born
Life is the test to see
If your spirit can soar
Show the world you are dancing
Show the world you can fly
Worship the holy in all living things
Worship HIM in the realm where angels sing
For HE does care for you
Even if you do not believe in HIM
Belief is good but go one better
Forgive those who have harmed you
As you too would want
We want things our way
But HE has better plans for us
So when your way is blocked
It is because there are better things waiting
Sing HIS praises as you are anticipating.
I wish you what I wish for myself
Health and healing
Forgiveness and forgiving
Acceptance and accepting
May your spirit dance
May your mind explore
May your muse come to you
May you find a purpose in living for
We inhabit this troublesome body
We have made our life plans
Before we were born
Life is the test to see
If your spirit can soar
Show the world you are dancing
Show the world you can fly
Worship the holy in all living things
Worship HIM in the realm where angels sing
For HE does care for you
Even if you do not believe in HIM
Belief is good but go one better
Forgive those who have harmed you
As you too would want
We want things our way
But HE has better plans for us
So when your way is blocked
It is because there are better things waiting
Sing HIS praises as you are anticipating.
Anonymous
IN A FAIRY-TALE WORLD
In a fairytale world
All beings have wings
No-one is caged
We take to the air
Without the cares
Humans fret over
All are beautiful
Winds of emerald and gold
The best hour
Is the fantastical violet dusk
When the fairies dance
Drink and laugh
When their wings flutter
They scatter
Fairy Dust
Which
When
Inhaled
Makes
You
High.
In a fairytale world
All beings have wings
No-one is caged
We take to the air
Without the cares
Humans fret over
All are beautiful
Winds of emerald and gold
The best hour
Is the fantastical violet dusk
When the fairies dance
Drink and laugh
When their wings flutter
They scatter
Fairy Dust
Which
When
Inhaled
Makes
You
High.
Anonymous
ST. HILDEGARD OF BINGEN
St. Hildegard, the Sibyl of the Rhine
A Seeress and Prophetess at the time
When women, even Nuns were not heard
Only sent to a convent as a tithe
From early on sick and with visions
Which we know now, were migraines of the worst kind
Sickly, paralyzed, followed by euphoria
Migraines lead her to the word of God
At the age of forty given the Divine Command
To publish what she knew and saw
Including her seventy hymns
And her book of herbal wisdom
She wrote the following:
"Listen: there was once a king sitting on his throne.
Around him stood great and wonderfully beautiful
columns ornamented with ivory, bearing the banners
of the king with great honor. Then it pleased the king to
raise a small feather from the ground, and he commanded it to fly.
The feather flew, not because of anything in itself but
because the air bore it along. Thus am I, a feather on the breath of God."
When I listen to her music, I hear Angels singing
Their adoration to the most Holy God
I can hear the wings on which their prayer is rising
This music is truly healing, my soul is expanding
It leaves my body and dances with the spheres
Expanding and contracting, spiritual ascension.
St. Hildegard, the Sibyl of the Rhine
A Seeress and Prophetess at the time
When women, even Nuns were not heard
Only sent to a convent as a tithe
From early on sick and with visions
Which we know now, were migraines of the worst kind
Sickly, paralyzed, followed by euphoria
Migraines lead her to the word of God
At the age of forty given the Divine Command
To publish what she knew and saw
Including her seventy hymns
And her book of herbal wisdom
She wrote the following:
"Listen: there was once a king sitting on his throne.
Around him stood great and wonderfully beautiful
columns ornamented with ivory, bearing the banners
of the king with great honor. Then it pleased the king to
raise a small feather from the ground, and he commanded it to fly.
The feather flew, not because of anything in itself but
because the air bore it along. Thus am I, a feather on the breath of God."
When I listen to her music, I hear Angels singing
Their adoration to the most Holy God
I can hear the wings on which their prayer is rising
This music is truly healing, my soul is expanding
It leaves my body and dances with the spheres
Expanding and contracting, spiritual ascension.
My Favorite Song
Your heart is beating,
Rat-tap-tap to the drum
Of your own melody.
You are not me,
I am not you,
And we each create
Our own unique tune.
I wouldn't listen
To any other band but us,
Because we clash in a screech,
And clatter around the air,
And refuse to write lyrics
For the sake of popularity.
That is why you are my favorite song.
Your heart is beating,
Rat-tap-tap to the drum
Of your own melody.
You are not me,
I am not you,
And we each create
Our own unique tune.
I wouldn't listen
To any other band but us,
Because we clash in a screech,
And clatter around the air,
And refuse to write lyrics
For the sake of popularity.
That is why you are my favorite song.
I saw a picture that moved me to tears.
I wish I knew how to attach it here.
it is a picture of an old man
standing with the help of his cane,
however, the shadow he cast shows him, as if standing
tall and proud in full military gear.
sad picture inspired uplifting idea
Any way, it moved me to write this:
Still a Soldier
To painful to stand at attention
the way he could back in the day
but this man he is still a soldier
in his heart, will always be that way
He fought his entire life for our country
chose a career Americans can never repay
I'm thankful for all he has given
more than my words could ever say
We are Blessed with various freedoms
gifts that were given to us from him
this man he is still a soldier
May God Bless him and his "Hero Within"
This man he is still a soldier
and he casts a big shadow to fill
to the men and the women still fighting
I salute you all, and I always will!!
I wish I knew how to attach it here.
it is a picture of an old man
standing with the help of his cane,
however, the shadow he cast shows him, as if standing
tall and proud in full military gear.
sad picture inspired uplifting idea
Any way, it moved me to write this:
Still a Soldier
To painful to stand at attention
the way he could back in the day
but this man he is still a soldier
in his heart, will always be that way
He fought his entire life for our country
chose a career Americans can never repay
I'm thankful for all he has given
more than my words could ever say
We are Blessed with various freedoms
gifts that were given to us from him
this man he is still a soldier
May God Bless him and his "Hero Within"
This man he is still a soldier
and he casts a big shadow to fill
to the men and the women still fighting
I salute you all, and I always will!!
PAULO COELHO
Truth is divine
And divine is the path
And he shows us the way.
The journey to the centre of the earth,
Where the soul of the world stays !
As I made 'The Pilgrimage' to the 'Five Mountains' he created,
I realised how a journey is made
Towards the art of living life.
And I met 'The Alchemist' in the deserts of glory,
To learn how to bring forth the gold in me;
And relieved my heart of all its miseries.
And swimming in the 'Piedra' river
Spirituality of love I made,
And as the clock tick tocked
Passed 'Eleven Minutes' again,
Sex is Love,and Love is God,
Which even porns cant deny.
And then he whispered in my ears
How every 'Veronica' can reach
a life 'Like a Flowing River',
And not break her heart and die.
And as I waged wars of glory
In the holy battlefield of heaven,
With 'Warriors of Light' by my side,
I met 'The Devil and Miss Prym',
To kill all the evils inside me;
And bade jealousy and gluttony goodbye.
Pen is really mightier than sword,
In 21st century, he has proved it again,
Cleaning the world with all his glory
Like a devotee of God, the weapon his pen.
I bow to thee, thy true follower of the faith
You inspire me everyday,
To chase my dream and follow the path
Which God has chosen for me to trod.
Truth is divine
And divine is the path
And he shows us the way.
The journey to the centre of the earth,
Where the soul of the world stays !
As I made 'The Pilgrimage' to the 'Five Mountains' he created,
I realised how a journey is made
Towards the art of living life.
And I met 'The Alchemist' in the deserts of glory,
To learn how to bring forth the gold in me;
And relieved my heart of all its miseries.
And swimming in the 'Piedra' river
Spirituality of love I made,
And as the clock tick tocked
Passed 'Eleven Minutes' again,
Sex is Love,and Love is God,
Which even porns cant deny.
And then he whispered in my ears
How every 'Veronica' can reach
a life 'Like a Flowing River',
And not break her heart and die.
And as I waged wars of glory
In the holy battlefield of heaven,
With 'Warriors of Light' by my side,
I met 'The Devil and Miss Prym',
To kill all the evils inside me;
And bade jealousy and gluttony goodbye.
Pen is really mightier than sword,
In 21st century, he has proved it again,
Cleaning the world with all his glory
Like a devotee of God, the weapon his pen.
I bow to thee, thy true follower of the faith
You inspire me everyday,
To chase my dream and follow the path
Which God has chosen for me to trod.
Anonymous
Dance
I had to step away
from my laptop view
so I cranked up the tunes and
I danced
I mean I danced
with my hands in the air
my head tilted back
My entire body swaying
like the music filled my heart
I danced
forgetting about making do
or giving up
or starting over
or having enough
and I fucking danced
felt the thumping throughout my core
and the tunes escaped from
the depths of my lungs
I skipped in my groove
to every riff and drum roll
Losing control
Stoned Beautiful
stone free
while the music plays
nothing gets to me
and as long as I can
stop my world
when I've had enough
just turn it up
say fuck it all
and dance
Let me sweat away in my
blissful trance
I am free
just let me dance
I had to step away
from my laptop view
so I cranked up the tunes and
I danced
I mean I danced
with my hands in the air
my head tilted back
My entire body swaying
like the music filled my heart
I danced
forgetting about making do
or giving up
or starting over
or having enough
and I fucking danced
felt the thumping throughout my core
and the tunes escaped from
the depths of my lungs
I skipped in my groove
to every riff and drum roll
Losing control
Stoned Beautiful
stone free
while the music plays
nothing gets to me
and as long as I can
stop my world
when I've had enough
just turn it up
say fuck it all
and dance
Let me sweat away in my
blissful trance
I am free
just let me dance
Anonymous
Summer breeze
I stashed my day into my bag;
lunch, keys, phone
a dog-eared paperback
I've read a hundred times
(but can't bare to part with)
as I headed out to nature
my skin, voided of sleeves
absorbed the sunlight,
each pore opening up
after months of British winter
lighting me up with a glow
I wish I could have shared.
The hum of crickets
shivered through the long grass
while the clouds thinned out
into patchy strings
across the azure
mottled by low-flying birds
singing secret songs
I could not fathom;
the wind gently lifting pages
as I lost my sentence,
distracted by the smell
of warm summer earth.
It reminded me of home-
of endless days spent exploring
wheat fields, with their pheasants
exploding from their hidden nests,
under endless skies
kissing trees that swayed-
of Sudbury's mills, lost fields
and their hidden pillboxes,
the buried dens revealed
with childlike glee, to the tune
of cattle, chewing the cud
and the quiet buzz of bees.
The memories
came flooding back
as if it were here and now,
and in my corner of England
I was happy, quite simply
to be alive
I stashed my day into my bag;
lunch, keys, phone
a dog-eared paperback
I've read a hundred times
(but can't bare to part with)
as I headed out to nature
my skin, voided of sleeves
absorbed the sunlight,
each pore opening up
after months of British winter
lighting me up with a glow
I wish I could have shared.
The hum of crickets
shivered through the long grass
while the clouds thinned out
into patchy strings
across the azure
mottled by low-flying birds
singing secret songs
I could not fathom;
the wind gently lifting pages
as I lost my sentence,
distracted by the smell
of warm summer earth.
It reminded me of home-
of endless days spent exploring
wheat fields, with their pheasants
exploding from their hidden nests,
under endless skies
kissing trees that swayed-
of Sudbury's mills, lost fields
and their hidden pillboxes,
the buried dens revealed
with childlike glee, to the tune
of cattle, chewing the cud
and the quiet buzz of bees.
The memories
came flooding back
as if it were here and now,
and in my corner of England
I was happy, quite simply
to be alive
Anonymous
I'm silly-happy
I feel wonderfully airy and gleeful
like a child with a candy apple smile
because I can't be defeated
I'm walking on clouds
but they're real
It's all I've dreamed about
and I've found it now
happy dance, clapping
I need bongos to play
I can't be let down
when I'm groovin this way
being real
no frills or shiny decor
and the more I am who I am
the more I feel adored
he's perfectly real
and really my kind
I'm inflated with hope
and can't be let down
because we are both hanging
by a thread
lookin down
but seeing up
knowing we are gonna fill our cup
someday
our day will come
until time is on our side
let's just enjoy the fun
.:EXCHANGE STUDENTS:.
http://8020.photos.jpgmag.com/1753798_224077_583e84d301_l.jpg
Someone thought
Said they were sisters
No surprise
It’s in their eyes
Each other’s look
A stand in for the other
Together going 2 gather up
On their way up. Looking forward to the super-size
Absent of bad guys…
That’s what they want for their World
It’d be au natural, not a miracle
Both saying it’s their time, time to take a stand
Steadfast, chilled out choices for the
Love of Man
Kind…but
Know, no Big Daddy here; that’s real clear
Not the kind to soothe or satisfy any nonsense at all
Each other’s lips with confidence able to make their own call
Those hearable whispers that speak loud
No, they’re not rough…but
Mother Earth’s little girls are all grown up
Best believe they’ll have it all sewed up
Indeed. They have a mutual infatuation
Greater Good Culture by way of Sound Psychology
Their Technology …One that says…
fulfill your dreams…be producers of Full Steams that’ll get ahead
Satisfied by what they’ve done, by what’s always been said
Weed, feed and grow your own. Craft your own dreams.
The kind setting the right tone
Physically. Emotionally
Between the two…this is already known
...
photo: Ash Brown (ashyB)
Uncertainty of the future can paralyze you in the present...
for all the time you wasted in fear, is time ill spent.
Always second guessing your ability leaves you forever in doubt...
hoping to escape the bondage, but never finding the way out.
Not having the courage to reach out and make yourself known...
can leave you so lonely, the only voice you hear is your own.
The silence can be so deafening, the echo resounds in your mind...
the solitude, so glaring.. can surely leave you blind.
Letting go of the pain you've been caused, the hurt you still feel...
will set you free and turn those dreams of love into something real.
The fear and pain get you nowhere, but left alone and scared...
because you never let anyone in~ no matter how much they cared.
Leave all those negative feelings behind you, where they truly belong...
for this effort, you'll be rewarded with relationships true and strong.
for all the time you wasted in fear, is time ill spent.
Always second guessing your ability leaves you forever in doubt...
hoping to escape the bondage, but never finding the way out.
Not having the courage to reach out and make yourself known...
can leave you so lonely, the only voice you hear is your own.
The silence can be so deafening, the echo resounds in your mind...
the solitude, so glaring.. can surely leave you blind.
Letting go of the pain you've been caused, the hurt you still feel...
will set you free and turn those dreams of love into something real.
The fear and pain get you nowhere, but left alone and scared...
because you never let anyone in~ no matter how much they cared.
Leave all those negative feelings behind you, where they truly belong...
for this effort, you'll be rewarded with relationships true and strong.
