Art: Favorites

Sep 2017 Art

Jayantee Khare

Sometimes at highs
sometimes at lows,
Striking hard
yet the life flows,

Never plan forever
the life moves in the loops,
Atop in love
followed by droops.

Come out of
the life humdrum,
Let the spirit resonate
with the drum.

Facing each other
clap and stoop,
A gentle hop
move in the hoop.

Come dressed up
making one hoop,
Let the music play
dance with your troupe.

Garba is an indian regional dance performed in group. At times with partner. Its performed in circles moving anticlockwise. Involves clapping and bending. It's nine days festival season here. Garba is done to offer prayers to deity Devi Durgaji. She is worshipped as the deity of power strength purity forgiveness peace love compassion ... the supreme mother. Dancers wear special attires and jewellery. I love dancing. I tried to establish anology with the life.

#garba #festival #dance #lofe

Sep 2017 Art

I'll Be The Need

Sep 2017 Art

Mike Hauser

I'll Be The Need

Allow me the pleasure
Of all you go through
Beyond all measure
Of giving to you

If you're hidden in darkness
I'll be the light
If your dreams become hopeless
I'll come to mind

If you're ever caught
Without something to say
I'll be the thought
That takes you away

Whenever you're lonely
I'll be the one
You'll feel like you know me
As you do your home

If ever in life
You make a mistake
I'll be the pencil
That helps you erase

On the days that you lose
All of your hope
I'll be the knot
At the end of your rope

If you ever wonder
Or feel like questioning why
On the days that it thunders
I'll inquire of the sky

When life gets to hetic
And it gets hard to breathe
When all that you're left with
Is all of your needs

I'll be the need...

Sep 2017 Art

DIXIE LAND!

Sep 2017 Art

David John Mowers

DIXIE LAND!

Hang on, hold on...
...we get the fiddle out,

Now the old Ban-jo...
here comes it now,
clap tune with us...

America went in the can when Hollywood then brought-in,
The good feelings sneakin' 'round as Old Times never for-got-ten.
HOORAY! HOORAY! America, still Dixie!

Real T.V. got your goat as poli-ticks snake your vote,
I guess that's how, guess what's now, -rock that boat!
LOOK AWAY! LOOK AWAY! T.V. keepin' Dixie!

Take a knee you N-F-L, NBA you go to Hell!
Still not same, as Me 'n Me, with money, life is swell!
HOORAY! HOORAY! America, still Dixie!

Demo-cracy was thrown a hand, when Dixieland lost it's stand,
Oh live and die for T.V.

Keep your eyes down now, -boy don't look around...
...Our way, -T.V. -is Dixie!

HOORAY! HOORAY! America, still Dixie!
HOORAY! HOORAY! America, still Dixie!

Gotten out? The Great Gar-den? Then we shot your Mar-tin.
And ole Jay Z we'll mow him down, every time he hits our town,
oh you'll see, catch a grave, as God T.V. keep y'all a slave!
Not the same, as Me n' Me, in spite of all your New money!
HOORAY! HOORAY! America, still Dixie!
HOORAY! HOORAY! America, still Dixie!

HOORAY! HOORAY! America, still Dixie!
HOORAY! HOORAY! America, still Dixie!

Remake of the Dixie tune for modern times. It must have been hilarious to see people dancing and clapping to this tune as it appears to be made in jest to mock racists.

#dixie #blacklivesmatter #africanamerican #jayz #racism #song #dixieland #rhyme #television #south

Sep 2017 Art

t i r e d

Sep 2017 Art

enxch

t i r e d

tired,
not necessarily physical,
sometimes mental;

there are things you want to change,
but afraid, you lock yourself in a cage;

there are things you want to say,
but couldn't, you turn around and walk away;

things are changing, you know that,
trying hard to cling on, you look mad;

people don't always stay the same,
sometimes, they even forget your name;

I honestly don't know why I'm bothered,
I guess, I'm just a little tired.

#life #tired

Sep 2017 Art

I am me.

Sep 2017 Art

Andrew Duggan

I am me.

I tell you world that I am me
With a thousand challenges
every day.
SAD, CONFUSED, ALONE
OCEANS OF TEARS
Ten years after I was born
I still think of you
I don't know what else there might be
Only me
I always try to smile when the foreigners visit
I wonder if they can see just the anger in me
What more can I know
They say I was loved
But I don't why
You moved far away
You are a mother
A mother of two
But I no longer see my brother
And think of how we could have been
I wonder if you can see
What my mummy did to me.

I went to see some children today who had been abandoned by their parents

Sep 2017 Art

Lounging on seatee (haiku)

Sep 2017 Art

Donna

Lounging on seatee (haiku)

Lounging on seatee
I can't be bothered to write
I'm all haiku out :)

:-) x

#haiku