LET ME SHARE MY PART..

Why life throws the keys of vision away,

Which is very difficult to find.

Moments passed by like ripples in the lake,

And I waited, waited for something to happen.

With time I found the light,

That I could have happiness,

Even without my sight.

It is a challenge I must admit,

Though I am no longer bothered,

Not even a little bit.

Now with every journey that I take,

Will be an eternal BLISS...

No one to be blamed for,

I have a life of my own,

Let me live and share....

The story of this blind artist is extraordinary and unbelievable. Professional CPA with a photographic memory, Lisa Fittipaldi lost her vision due to a vascular disease in 1993. She lost her job too, but overcame blindness and began painting in 1995. Her paintings are so colorful and bright; it’s hard to believe that they were drawn by a blind person who can’t even see colors or distance. The main challenge to Lisa was when she was told she could never create complex scenes of everyday life with people as main characters. But she managed to do so, and today her paintings are exhibited in museums and galleries around the world. Fittipaldi is a unique artist with an amazing inner vision. You can

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Burlesque

Poetry that treats a serious subject as humor.

Burlesque Types consist of a story, play, or essay, that treats a serious subject ridiculously, or is simply a trivial story. A Parody is a type of high burlesque which imitates or exaggerates the serious manner and characteristic features of a particular literary work. Parody is a device of satire.

MONEY (burlesque)

The rich have more than the down-and-out,
the situation seems so unfair,
they keep so much, these people of wealth
why can’t they, at least, share,
the homeless on the streets make ends meet
living without hope and care.
the rich man’s meal is fit for a king while the
poor makes do with what is there,
the pockets of the rich are stashed with cash,
the poor man’s cupboard is bare,
a sheen of shine on expensive shoes, while
cheap ones have seen much wear,
the flow and fall of the gentle lady’s clothes,
the simple wench’s has a tear.

The destitute take matters into their hands,
“for equality” they swear,
while the rich snuggle in their beds, they
make devious plans in their lair,
to seize from the mighty, strike them down
before they are hardly aware,
so they break into mansions, rob and run,
(for the rich have much to spare),
a grand man’s life they easily take, for the
want of gold they would dare,
what does it profit a man to gain the world
but forfeit his soul, the Bible does declare.
for those who have and have not; money is,
for sure, the root of evil everywhere.

YOU HAVE FILLED THE EMPTY SPACE

Who would have loved me so much

Who would hold my hand with grace,

Who would have wiped the tears of my face

If you wouldn't have filled the empty space.

The wisp of a breeze, the rustle of trees

Your feather light touch,really means so much

And when the night comes,I look at the sky,

Looking at the falling star, I make a wish why?

Trust me one day ,my wish will come true,

Till my last breath ,I want to be with YOU...

Acrostic Poems

Introduction:

An acrostic poem is a very fun poem for kids. Each acrostic poem has a topic idea running down the left side of the poem. Each letter in the topic word has a new thought that runs off the side from left to right and is relevant to the topic word. The topic word is typically the title as well.

For example...

ADAM WHO?

A-t last I am one up on my children; I’m cool
D-ignified I stand apart as I watch them drool
A dude so enchanting, they say he is the best
M-aybe I’ll watch him; see if he aces my test.

L-ips that tilt; a smile with Elvis-like languor
A-nd eyes of mystery behind black kohl-liner
M-agnificent costumes and flashy cloak-clothe
B-lood-curdling voice he warbles on one note
E-xcellent repertoire with nonchalant candour
R-anges of genre he belts out with solid power
T-reble or bass; he controls the highs and lows.
(they’re mesmerized- will it end- who knows.)

"When the Music is Over"

W hen music is not in the drums or the stings,

H arps or in trumpets, or oboes and things.

E nter the realms to the melody's heart

N atures's adventurous wilderness chart.

T he Elders and Maples, and Whispering pines,

H umming in tunes to the brook as it winds,

E ver enticing to the blackberry vines.

M usic appears as an unending plea,

U plifting and beautiful to a sad willow tree.

S ecrets that dwell in whatever we see.

I s it a wonder what nature has held?

C an you believe what you've heard or smelled?

I nside every flower a note will be born,

S ending the bees to dance and perform.

O nly time will allow this music to last,

V acant are the mountains, and gone is the past.

E very tune will subside like those of the clover,

R emember them all when the music is over.

THE BIRDS WITH WINGS OF HIGH DREAMS

Why the Mornings are dull and dry,

Why the day just seems to be passing by,

Leading a life full of misery and pain

No shelter from the sun beating down,

No place to hide in rain,

I see the suffering endured by them,

I hear the pitiful begs for clemency

I can see ashes of the innocent billowing from a smokestack

We,on the other hand have all the materialistic pleasures,

People whom we can call our own,memories that we can treasure.

If only,all of us could make a difference in some way,

Make them feel that the sky has blue too,

And not every shade is Grey.

As it is very rightly said and I quote,

""Hope" is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul

And sings the tune without the words

And never stops at all,"

DEEP IN MY HEART

When I close my eyes and think of you
I could think of submersing myself in this moment.
Every moment I spent with you,
Is every one of my dreams coming true,
Let the the moon brilliantly shine and glow.
And let the gorgeous pleasant night come in flow,
Let's dwell there forever,as my love is pure for you
On the wings of our love,enduring and true.
I desire for you with the first drop of dew in the morn
With showers on green grass of my fervent lawn.
The passing phases of swinging spring can perceive your fragrance bright,
With birds flapping in southerly breeze and sky of sunny light.
And happiness in life is only because of you,
when I close my eyes...All I see is you.