Before me, less does allay
For scenery
Than quicken the blood as a form
Of spectacle.
Of mismatched broken pieces
Sheered off, crashing
Mountain-boulded and branched into
Its thawed icicle.
We drove from Frisco down to Monterey,
and we didn't have a word to say.
And it wasn't anger in any way.
That emotion stopped long ago coming into play.
So perhaps it was just the decades of the same thing day after day,
or that the skies were dark from bay to bay,
or fear of an end that we could not allay,
or think of any other tired cliché.
We drove from Frisco down to Monterey,
and we didn’t have a word to say.
Utter kind words to all you meet
Or give a pleasing smile!
All can offer it free of cost
It leaves the world less vile.
Hear all what others say
So, their pain you allay
In darkness, be a ray
Visit those who are left desolate and lonely
Utter kind words that will be counted as godly
We are trapped in this world of form and name,
where as ego, we are distanced from God,
Who we wish to realise as our aim
but cannot do so until heart has thawed
and feral cravings of ego outlawed.
God dwells beyond space-time, yet He appears,
in the form we choose, to allay our fears.
With this truth known, we must choose to transcend,
accepting that ego does not exist
and since there is no one here, to ascend
we must fully erase our to-do list
and in silence, transform as a bliss mist.
We are living light, not this body mind,
so let’s leave conditioned beliefs behind.
In observer stance, as senses recede,
bliss magnetism silences lower mind,
whence surrendering thus, we let God lead,
our orientation, divine aligned.
When all traces of ego fade away,
as light of Self, bereft of attribute,
we have no fears or desires to allay,
hum of peace continuing to reboot.
There’s nothing to be done, we feel complete,
each playful intent, instantly fulfilled,
our pure being mirroring God’s heartbeat,
love, light and wisdom in our Self instilled.
We’ve strayed far from God but yet can return,
by invoking grace in mind-body urn.
Its arranged mr Trump..You are to win a second term.' The plebs recall your earlier
Presidency 'and less war.) Now you still need an edge.' An attempt will be made on
Your life.' But do not fear you will be ok.'
And you will gain the white house..
Thank you for your time today mr trump
See you in the white house.'
Brr brrr Hello..Yes inner sanctum secretary yes come to the main desk and
Request the golden envelope.' To access
Our location, five minutes elapse; Ring ring..Intercom request
Sir the agent is here.' Let him in a well dressed yet nondescript man comes in
Two imposing guards flanking the short
Hall waved him he approches a massive walnut desk , its all there said the secretary 2 million in large denomination bills, thank you sir.' You have a team still ready asked the secretary.? Yes ready to go..As expected
The target 'who i will not name' now has
Been informed an attempt will be made
Yet he will be ok..So i want your sniper
To touch his ear only.' This will ensure genuine shock.' And allay public doubt.'
I shall await your competent result.'
Goid day and good luck.'
Inside a cloud the lining shines with hope,
on paths that slip and slope, we grip on tight
to rope made from our inner strength to cope,
we always find a way in life to fight.
The road to happiness is felt within,
as soon as we begin to realize,
the win exists inside a smile or grin,
as letting go is worth the compromise.
The stresses and the strains will fade away,
good attitude today can change tomorrow,
allay your fear, removing all the grey,
alleviating grief and painful sorrow.
With positivity you’ll lead instead,
when little problems build inside your head.
I walk from work a smile upon my face
a busy shift, 'Emergency' the place.
Where sick and injured come in through the door
and we are always ready to care for.
Alarms are sounding, monitors beep, beep,
all beds are full, and to their needs we leap.
Check vital signs, the temp, pulse, and BP
take blood, a urine test, an ECG.
Put in an I.V. Cannula I will
if veins are difficult, it takes some skill.
Next, take them to Xray to have a scan
or, if their bladder's full offer a pan.
For pain, give medication, reassess?
but if they vomit, I'll clean up their mess.
For patient comfort always tops the list,
and to ensure this happens I'll assist.
When cold, a nice warm blanket brings a smile
sometimes I'll hold their hand a little while.
With reassuring voice allay their fears,
if they're upset then wipe away their tears.
Write up my notes including all I've done,
hand over to the next nurse one by one.
The hours seem to quickly run away
and soon my shift is finished for the day.
I'll say goodbye to patients in my care
be glad, that on this day I have been there.
I walk from work a smile upon my face
A busy shift, Emergency the place.
Having tasted substance abuse,
today in truth,
many of the young
are wasted in their youth.
But 'God damn' only the pusher
you didn't oughta
as, without the doer,
the dealer, he'd be dead in the water.
One and the same, they're both to blame,
as off each other they will feed,
the former for avarice, a.k.a., greed,
the latter for a misconceived need...
if not to allay his fears,
but cede to the pressure of his peers.
If only my life I could live over again
and the years unfold in my daily scuffle,
as at the thought of growing old,
I recoil from this mortal shuffle.
With apologies to; George Bernard Shaw (1856 – 1950) and William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
Years lay over,
tilt to shed tears,
from eaves of leaves
that sway, stay and,
stray away to far beyond.
Lay, lady, lay.
Come allay your fears
and I'll let your colors shine,
if you'll stay with me, for awhile.
Lest, I lay to rest,
a wreath for you,
for the good times we shared
long gone.
The years drift away,
way out wide on the tide.
Marooned as lullabies
of lilting longing shadows,
echoing woe, and go, betides,
way out beyond the breakers,
beyond the lay of years.
The ring of fresh colored flowers,
you once wore around your neck,
now lies forlornly lain,
as a garland of petals,
dropped from a ring of flowers
onto the ground.
Onto the layers of years,
spread out on a mound of tears,
never to grow old,
beyond the lay of years.
(Writing prompt : Wisdom is not enough to calm your fears)
Dark clouds of insecurity surge with menacing storm severe,
the distressed mind is sucked into the whirlpool of fear,
and swirls helpless within the vortex of noxious peril of gale,
gets divested of the feeling that the fright could be notional.
In times of disaster the journey’s end seems to be the plight,
as the light at the end of the dark tunnel doesn’t appear in sight.
The frightened senses feel the air of hazard in the unknown,
where the debris of hope piles up in the domain of fear outgrown.
Beneath the surface of the illusory mortal perception unclear,
the wise mind tries to build the sagacious images of fear
with the contours of reasoning that the astute insight affirms,
knowing the danger and realizing the risk in real terms.
Prudence may enhance fear, exposing the qualms deep,
but it tenders the skill to rationally control the panic state’s creep.
Wisdom doesn’t allay fear, an artifact of emotion innate,
but provides the acuity of acumen to face it with strength sedate.
I swore I'd turn and back away,
Resist the call, from the lurking flay.
For the life of me, I could not allay the stay!
Before me lay a morsel, a mere tit bit.
A taste I took, another, another, but could not scoff remit,
For the life of me, I could not help it!
I told myself to turn away, to quell the surge.
To resist the temptation with a denial's purge.
For the life of me, I could not resist the urge!
Danger lurked, the danger warning plain to see
Alas, the hurt to me was not meant to be.
For the life of me, I could not flee!
For the life of me, I couldn’t figure it out.
Why was my will so weak, and prone to doubt?
That my life was so worthless, such a sellout!
The grief of mortals is a passing horror.
We gods, who live forever, saw far more.
Conceived in burning chaos were we few;
Beyond the pain of mortals what we knew.
And I, who suffered more than mortals may,
Conceived this fortress to all fears allay.
Let any call for comfort, they can come:
My peace shall render every torment numb.
My peace protects whoever poison pricks.
These things I swore upon the river Styx.
The night is deep, the stars are still
The waters too had fallen asleep
Beneath this dark and moonless sky
Nestle down and hear my lullaby
Now hush, your fears let me allay
And let your rousing fade away
Depart, depart, to the depths of dreams
And voyage through the velvet streams
Where silver rains and crystals bloom
Where golden dawn dispels all gloom
Where shining rivers shall ever flow
Where grand aspirations shall ever grow
So hush, and drift to a time of rest
And may your slumber be sweetly blessed
Depart, depart, the depths of dreams
And voyage through the velvet streams
Have you ever felt
there is no hope,
like we're under a microscope,
and no matter how we adjust,
we just cannot please our Heavenly Father?
Perhaps you've asked,
"Why bother the Father any longer?"
Open your heart to Jah in prayer
no matter when, how or where.
When we pray,
He listens intently.
He loves you so immensely.
The intensity of his care for you
could never in forever be measured.
You are his child—
a golden treasure.
When we cry,
He knows the many reasons why.
He's aware you want to fly
away from your trials.
You're never subject to his denial.
He'll help you to persevere,
reminding you he's always here.
He'll be there to catch your tears,
calm your worries, allay your fears.
Jehovah God is always near.
Chanté Walker
November 22, 2024
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