Poetry in a Plethora of Gazes

Plethora of Gazes

I see their eyes
watching, staring, glaring
examining, peering, scrutinizing, inspecting
dilated pupils
colorful irises
inquisitiveness sprinkled over the whites of their eyes.

Taking in the essence of my being
a photocopy of sight suspended in time
for a moment, a minute or an hour
to what do I owe an admiration so fair
or a curiosity so deep?
Is it disguised jealousy or envy?
Do they sense the peace in my spirit
or how I walk placidly in the midst of haste?

The window to the soul is the forte of the eyes
such dynamics when I pass them on busy streets
displaying telltale fragments of their life
good or bad, victorious or defeated
truth in the gazes, be it friend or foe
compelling testimonials of life evermore

the gaze of desires tucked away
revelations of intentions within the depths of their hearts
if only for a momentary glance
a story is quickly told through the windows to their soul.

© 2013 Wings of the Wind: A Cornucopia of Poetry

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Poetry of the Day: Ode to Queen Nefertari

Queen Nefertari's Jewels, Egyptian Queen, Nefertari, King Rameses II, Nubian Queen

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Nefertari, an Egyptian queen and the first of the Great Royal Wives of Ramesses the Great was also known as Nefertari Meritmut.

Ode to Queen Nefertari

Nefertari, you are herald as the Nubian queen
who married King Rameses II of Egypt for peace
a union that brought fighting
between Nubia and Egypt to an end
a truce lasting well over a hundred years.

Initially a savvy political move
a gamble you were willing to take
you didn’t fear for your life
when King Rameses asked you to be his wife
as this forbidden union
became one of the greatest love affairs in history.

It took a great deal of courage
such an incredible sacrifice you made
inhabiting a land
that was hostile to your people
for peace, was a brave path you paved.

And so, in the Valley of the Queens
as the Great Royal Wife you are laid to rest
above all others in his harem, beautiful companion
it is obvious King Rameses loved you the best.

© 2013 Wings of the Wind: A Cornucopia of Poetry

The Attitude of Gratitude

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This week in our country and many parts of the world, we will celebrate Thanksgiving Day. Throughout the week I will be posting a few things that warrant an attitude of gratitude, regardless of the day or occasion. Each morning, no matter how I feel, I wake up thanking God for witnessing a new day I will never experience again. To kick off this week and stay on target with what Thanksgiving means to me, I am dusting off my poem “Celebrating the Shades of Thanksgiving” to get this week’s gratitude meter rolling. Cheers!

Celebrating the Shades of Thanksgiving

In the spirit of giving thanks
reflect on your abundant blessings
remember the horn of plenty
overflowing with the fruitfulness of love.

The robust bouquet of Autumn’s hue
like a kaleidoscope of human diversity
with hands joined, eyes closed and heads bowed
our fundamental strength is embracing unity.

Gratefulness is the essence of life
infinite happiness by far
celebrating, no matter what you look like
giving thanks no matter who you are.

Acknowledging the gift of gratitude
not only on Thanksgiving Day
let your spirit flow with love, joy and peace
where superficial differences should not matter in any way.

(From my 2013 book, Wings of the Wind, A Cornucopia of Poetry)

Feel The Music

African-American Music Appreciation Month, Music

“To live is to be musical, starting with the blood dancing in your veins. Everything living has a rhythm. Do you feel your music?” ― Michael Jackson

As we approach the end of African-American Music Appreciation Month, I wanted to pay tribute to the essence of old school music with this poem The Soul of Old School Music.

The Soul of Old School Music

Oh the sweet sounds of music
whether it’s classical, jazz or rap
rhythm and blues, rock ‘n’ roll
country, alternative or neo soul
the essence of old school music
messages that were thought provoking
soul stirring and entertaining
timeless lyrics still resonating today.

Old school music continues to be sampled
re-recorded by singers of this new age
the foundation of most old school music
was grassroots planted and church choir trained
not vulgar or obscene, but sexy and sensual
not too excessive, retaliatory or rebellious
but smooth and united with a funky style.

Voices rich in tone, range and technique
unique vocalists defined by their style and pitch
when you close your eyes you identified who they were
voices that could never be duplicated although imitated
colorblind to the treble and bass clef of any singer
running through scales that seemed impossible.

There were groups who brought the music
and played with live bands
crossing over to audiences of various cultures
with amazing showmanship, costumes and life-changing lyrics.

With all of the finger snappin’, body thumpin’
hip shakin’ and toe tappin’
the music echoed with reminders of the time
disconnecting people from war, discord, injustice and poverty
to connections of love, peace, understanding and unity
old school music became our great escape
with messages still ringing with purpose this day.

From the ballrooms of the big band era
to the bright neon lights of Broadway
bleeding throughout the corridors of posh dance halls
to the streets of neighborhood juke joints
from barber shops to beauty salons
from a Cadillac to a Chevrolet
crooners of old school music
command the attention of new school style.

As the music plays on, it lives on
giving us a deeper appreciation of what it historically says
how we hear and what we feel through the tempo
bridging a generational gap in worn out dancing shoes.

Thank you Dick Clark, Ed Sullivan and Don Cornelius
thank you Motown, Arista, Columbia, Epic and Atlantic
if you didn’t introduce them, we never would have known
the ambassadors behind the soul of old school music.

Wings of the Wind: A Cornucopia of Poetry © 2013 Kym Gordon Moore

Through the Window

Window, Eyes, Poetry, National Poetry Month

It is said that the eyes are the windows to the soul. Sometimes, you have to reflect on what your eyes see and do a self-examination of yourself as you look through the window into your very own soul. Sometimes when you stare the truth in the face, it hurts, but it could offer some life-saving revelations. Take a look around and don’t be afraid to leap into your victory.

Through the Window

Today, against my will
I was forced to sit down and look out of my window
I didn’t notice anything immediately
but, in the matter of a split second
amazingly, without the help of a storybook
the story of my life was told.

Pain, challenges and grief
irreplaceable celebrations, joys, and relationships
there, before me as I watched my life’s story
through the gallery of my motion picture window.

I tried to solve everyone’s problems
tried to make everyone comfortable
without them knowing my personal struggles
because I thought, I was strong enough to handle everything.

I don’t want to change the compassionate person that I am
the love in my heart for others
my desire to help those in true need
or change the person that God created me to be.

But I must change some crucial things
causing me to lose perspective as I look through my window
eyes that were once blinded
through a distorted lens of theatrics.

As my senses awaken and refocus
I can see a day where the sun is shining especially bright
hearing the birds singing more cheerfully than before
where the grass is greener than it’s ever been
my sense of smell is keener
my taste buds can savor the essence of life more delectably

and the unexplainable needs no explanation
because my load is now in the hands
of divine control beyond human comprehension
putting everything that was broken back together again.

-Kym Gordon Moore © All Rights Reserved

Musical Waters

Water, Poetry, Dancing Waters, National Poetry Month

Musical Waters
(excerpt from the poem “Musical Waters” in the book Wings of the Wind: A Cornucopia of Poetry, 2013)

where the wind’s velocity determines whether the water sings falsetto,
soprano, alto, tenor or base
an aquatic musical composition
bursting with a poetic rhapsody
never the same sheet of music
as the smooth breeze
caresses the water like a tinkling chime
envisioning a ballerina performing her pirouette à la seconde

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the sun sparkling on the water
like a spotlight hitting a sequined dress on the dance floor
the essence of a vision fair
where water is kissed with a seductive touch
dancing with the swirling cool air.

Happy #NationalPoetryMonth

It’s National Be Kind to Spiders Week? Really?

Arachnid, National Be Kind To Spiders Week, Spiders

Who knew that from April 1 to April 7, we celebrate National Be Kind to Spiders Week? Spiders? Really?

Obviously, I am not a fan of this arachnid, but watching them dutifully spin their webs with their spider silk extruded from spinnerets is a pretty fascinating sight to behold. They are like weavers creating an amazing piece of tapestry. I am in awe of how patient and persistent these creepy crawlers are.

Interestingly, it seems when one of their creations is damaged somehow, they move to another nearby location and start the process all over again. At least that’s what I observed about the spiders hanging out in my backyard.

Well, since we’re celebrating National Poetry Month and also celebrating National Be Kind to Spiders Week, here is a poem Keeper of the Web that was published in my book, Wings of the Wind: A Cornucopia of Poetry.

Keeper of the Web

Spinning translucent threads of silk
making cocoons for their nests
a trap to catch their prey
a haven to take their rest.

At the center of a tangled weave
the keeper of the web quietly sits
calculating, cunning and a smooth operator
patiently waiting with a catcher’s mitt.

Presenting itself as harmless
disguising its ferocious bite
luring you in while piquing your curiosity
then paralyzing your will to fight.

Stay away from its grasp
you’ll be enticed by its deadly bait
once you’re drawn in, the table is set
an attraction you may never be able to escape.

(Published in Wings of the Wind: A Cornucopia of Poetry, by Kym Gordon Moore 2013)

Happy #NationalBeKindToSpiders Week!

Happy #NationalPoetryMonth