How meaningless the sound of the music,
When each generation create their beat,
Another generation thinks it’s a racket,
Deafening to the ears, disturbing to the mind,
Would you turn that thing off!
Would you turn that racket down!
Up Up Up or Down Down Down
Is the power of the dial.
Frederick Asher was the toast of the town, the art exhibition at the prestigious Midler Concorde Museum had art enthusiasts queuing round the block to take a look at the Minimalist work of this unique artist. He had brought a new dimension to the world of art.
His personal experience has been translated to work on canvass. It was well appreciated by the audience who voted him ARTIST OF THE YEAR.
Evolving from time
When visualising Genesis,
A picture forms in the mind,
Early man left caves filled with art,
Modern man with periods of styles,
A wave of abstract artists
Added their expressions,
On canvass to contribute,
That which still holds,
The world in awe.
The atmosphere was tense in the studio, and in all the houses around the country, This was the final of the quiz show that had the nation talking, tweeting and arguing. Both contestants were extremely good and people were divided as to who they wanted to win.
Gabriel had both hands on his buzzer. April settled for the one hand position. There was no hesitation, both hit their buzzers at the same time according to the scientific measurements installed for fairness and transparency. They both shouted out the correct answer before the host could choose one of them to speak, the studio audience began to cheer loudly.
This had never happened in the history of the ‘Get Your Million Pound Show’. Now the was a shout of “Share, share, Share ” coming from the audience. The producers were confused but saw the benefit of fair play and the effect this would have on their ratings and gave each contestant £500,000.
Quicken, quick, turn,
One two step,
Twirl and stop,
Clap clap, jump,
The baby was so well dressed, all eyes were on him and his parents. Was it the little man’s birthday that he had his mini designer suit on? Then one lady in her fifties plucked up the courage and asked. “Is it your boy’s birthday? It’s so nice to see you take time with his appearance, most people don’t bother anymore.”
“Oh no, we are going to a photo shoot,” said the boy’s Dad.
The drums set the tone for the party,
Throwing in a rhythmic grove,
That got everyone dancing.
Happiness flowed like water,
Meandering through the grass,
Swishing all the bodies to to and fro,
To enjoy their celebration dance.