This is our responsibility

One nce there was a young traveler who far and wide
Hes been to many countrys
And saw the many sights. Alas one day sat remembering everything hed seen. He began to grow terribly sad. And as he sat sighing a blind beggar next to him asked him why are you so sad and why do you sigh so? The traveler replied ive spent my whole life going to and fro to see tbe whole world and now that ive seen everything why nothing will satisfy my yearning to see more. The blind man replied hmm.. i see. Worry not for i will teach you to see with new eyes. The traveler was astonished at this . Out of everything hed seen this was something new. How ill you do that. Come closer said the blind man. He got closer. The blind man pulled an old rag out of his bag and tied it around his eyes. What do you see? Asked the blind man. Nothing the traveler said. Come the blind man led him by the hand. He felt a little strange being led by a blind man but he continued on. As he walked a little while he could feel the cool breeze on his hair. He could feel the ground vibrateas a groupvof horsmen galloped by. The hoovs echoing asbthey hit the rocky road beneath his feet.  What do you see now aske the blind man nothing replied the traveler.come weve still more to go said the blind man. He then led him further daown the road till he could hear hundreds of voices  all talking at once. He could hear merchants advertising their goods. He could smell the fresh baked apple pies. The scent was so beautiful he could almost taste it. The continued past the sound of a fountain of water and he could hear the most beautiful voice singing by the fountain. He smiled. Now do you see? Said the blind man. Yes i see said the traveler.because he realised. You dont need eyes to see that the world is beautiful. Even the world no one can see has a beauty of its own. And from that day on he was thankful to that blond man. For giving him new eyes to see  all the things he never payed attention to.

My World Tour
Standing in an expansive
Northernmost meadow
of tall golden grass
my world tour begins
a peaceful breeze blows
the long blades
gently tickling my face
smelling strangely of fruit

Emerging from the field
in the near distance
I spy twin shimmering ponds
approaching them
I part the surrounding rushes
awestruck I gaze
on the deep blue
crystalline waters

Mesmerized by these saphire-like pools
but unable to linger
I begin to ascend a gentle slope
quickly reaching its apex
I am met with a steep drop
taking a side trail down
I see that the face of this cliff
is perforated by two dark caves

Preparing to enter the darkness
I turn and look down
on a much more inviting cavern
deciding it merited more my exploration
I move quickly to its entrance
rimmed by dark red clay
sweet warm air escapes from its mouth
with great eagerness I enter

Now inside
the aroma and heat
of the air intensifies
a barely perceptible plaintiff moan
can be heard from deep within
a back wall tunnel
my feet are planted
on a spongy floor surface

Looking up I see
pearly white stalactites
appearing like an inverted picket fence
similar looking stalagmites
protrude from the cave floor
the walls are moist
tender to the touch
flexible when pressed

With reluctance I go out
planning to return
to probe deeper its recesses
looking to my left and right
I see twin domes
seemingly formed
of smooth white marble
narrow strips of land extend Southward

Gazing directly below
I am greeted with a magnificent sight
two majestic snow covered mountains
separated by a deep valley
I must climb to the top of each
I am guided down
by a white rope strung at intervals
with iridescent globes

Arriving at the foot
of these alluring peaks
I waste no time beginning my climb
summiting the right first
I kiss the pinnacle’s hard surface
I repeat the same ritual on the left
so enthralled am I by this site
I spend several days climbing
and strolling its valley

Finally prying myself
from the awesome mountains
I cross a smooth plain
Entering a humid tropical forest
the growth is dense
the heady odor intoxicating
I wander for a day lost
but not really wanting to be found

Errantly walking
I stumble on a fascinating  crevice
covered by a pink living organism
I run my hand over the smooth supple surface
it secretes a wet, sticky substance
I surmise that it is the door
to yet another cave
prying it open I squeeze my body through

Above the entrance
I notice a small cloaked shaft
with a slightly protruding ball tip
I grab and rub the exposed portion
the entire cave trembles
the pink walls now drip
with the sticky nectar
thirsty I begin to lick
a shudder again shakes the room

Sated by the liquid magic
inebriated by the sensual aroma
exhausted by the excitement
and the days travel
sweating from the heat
I lay myself down
on the slick floor
and drift off to sleep

Maybe I'm The Blind One

People moving out of your way
Like you're the Queen of England
They see your scepter
As you tap it on the ground
Demanding respect
As your loyal subjects scurry
To make your journey covenient
Crossing streets
Tar and asphalt lakes
Crosswalk bridges
Tall buildings are castles
You're V.I.P.
At the handicap spaces
Villains are out there
Dishonest crooks
Ready to mislead you
Underestimating your other senses
So use them wisely
Touch, smell, taste, sound
4 out of 5 isn't bad
The odds are in your favor
As we take dots for granted
You connect them to comprehend
Maybe society should learn from you

anna_grin said:blind date describe me the weather

a rainbow looks like the sound of a gay pride march
the clouds look like the taste of ash sprinkled on ice cream
the houses look like the feeling of falling
and they stretch away forever
all the people are white unless theyre not
and beautiful unless they have personality
i am a goddess
and i made this for you

I love you

Strider said:“Shooting Stars”

Breathe deep
my Earthly-friends
and take my hand,
we’ll walk this great-land,
side by side,
you
and me,
us,
together in perfect-harmony.
You’ll feel the wind
running
through your hair,
smell the cool air
coming down
from the mountains,
it’s so refreshing,
majestic.
We are true children of the universe,
all of the miracles
of the heavenly-cosmos
are right here
in our fingertips,
in the palms of our hands.
Spread your arms
bask in total-joy,
face the warmth,
(called the sun),
those feather-touches,
the falling leaves
from the swirling trees
surrounding us
kissing the breezes.
Shout at the top of
your lungs what
you have to offer,
(which is much),
ask for strength,
go to great lengths
to explore the bounds
of your own realities.
And remember,
do not allow
infirmities to
keep you back,
hold you at bay,
it’s one foot in front of the other,
the world is waiting
for you to bloom,
it’s whatever you want it to be,
release your inner light.
Oh, my blind-friends,
there’s room for
each of us
every day
to be shooting-stars,
flashes across the dark sky
for posterity,
you shine-on.


and I love you

it isn't what you see, hear, or smell
don't believe that shit they try to tell you
it's all about how you feel
and how you make others feel
a smile more important
than a sunrise
tears worse than any storm
hopes and fears
drive us through all
those silly years
but our hearts
still aren't full
try my words
take my hand
the world doesn't mean
anything without people
you love
loneliness is the only death
life is love
breath it in

Beauty

It's not just what people see.
Any sense can tell true beauty.
It's found in the hug of a friend.
It's in a love lasting until the end.
It's in the sweet smell of baking bread.
It's in a gentle kiss on the forehead.
It's in the soft caress of the grass on bare feet.
It's in the kindness of those we meet.
It's how people go out of their way,
Just to be sure you're okay.
It's the fact that people care.
It's the feeling of wind in your hair.
It's the feeling of your first kiss,
Warm, strange, but pure bliss.
It's in everything around you.
It's in poetry, too.
Have a loved one read to you,
And beauty can be found, pure and true.

The world is everything.
The world is color, all of the rainbow.
Red is hot, like a passionate kiss, like a flushed love.
It sits in the cheeks of a blushing child,
it sits in the veins of our living selves.
Blue is cool, but blue is safe.
Find it in the ocean, find it in the sky.
Green is nature, life, and beauty.
Nature in the trees, beauty in the leaves.
The world is shapes, all of the space.
The circle, endless, rotating.
The square, powerful, in order.
The triangle, perfect, with holding.
The world is the evil in the good.
Men who kill for life, and ones who fight for peace.
The world is beautifully misshaping.
And most who can see are blind to the truth.
But only those who can close there eyes, can feel the truth.

Congratulations to the winners. Lots of great pomes and I want to thank everybody for their entries.

Thank you for hosting such a thought provoking challenge Deathpuppy; and cheers to all the great ink offered on this.