Best Lulling Poems
They used to come only at night,
And hide way up under the bed,
Tucking their feet clear out of sight,
Ready to angrily pinch my pinky toes red,
D A D D Y! I’d holler, and scream.
M O M M Y! I would cry and yell.
S I S S Y! I’d shriek in my dream,
Heartbeat knowing I was about to be killed,
My own child picked up on this gloom
The first time he stayed in grandma’s house.
M O M M Y ! D A D D Y! He yelled, in full scared bloom.
I ran in, heart beating fast, expecting to see a little gray mouse.
What is it, Son? I asked my train-covered pajama wearing little man.
It’s the monsters he whispered, his amber and brown eyes as big as my head.
I nodded. “They’ll get you too, if you fall and land.”
So you’d better lay down right now, and stay in that bed.
3/28/2018
Guarded by towering hills on the East
And flanked by the Arabian Sea on the West
With its easterly shore of stretching sandy swell
That lulls the restless waves to sleep,
There is a land, my land of green vegetation
Nestled among palm trees and paddy fields.
Oh! I am in love with this narrow strip of land
Of rugged hills and meandering rivers
Of placid backwaters and blue skies
Of gibbering monkeys and singing cuckoos
What rich diversity you graciously provide
A land dotted with temples, churches and mosques
Where Hindus, Christians and Muslims cohabit
Where diversity flows through her arteries
And unity beats through her throbbing heart
Here souls dance to the timeless rhythm of music
Of diverse genres, vocal and instrumental
Classical and folk, sung either as solo or in groups
With the accompaniment of (2) 'veena',(3) 'tanpura' and violin
Their varying pitches beautifully synchronized!
In the serene dawns and dusky evenings
The atmosphere gets abuzz with the soft strains
Of (1) ‘Sopana Sangeetham’, the ethnic music of Kerala,
It comes floating from inside the Hindu shrines
Flooding soul’s enchanted shores,
And opening the floodgates of piety
In healing murmurs and throbbing notes,
As the symphony builds up its circuitous round
It descends down as a stream of blessing
Drenching devotees in its moistening sweetness
Like the drizzle of dew drops from heaven
Making hearts ride in the palanquin of joy!
May.21.2023
If your Birthplace- Country was a Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Anoucheka Gangabissoon
This poem is about Kerala, a small state in India, which is my birthplace and its geography and culture.
1.Sopana Sangeetham is a form of Indian Classical music, developed in the temples of Kerala. It is sung, sitting by the holy steps leading to the sanctum sanctorum of a shrine.
2.Veena- a stringed musical instrument, one of the oldest of Indian musical tradition, played sitting cross legged, capable of producing all oscillations of Carnatic music
3. Tanpura- a drone instrument of Indian origin used mainly in a concert of classical music, creating a melodic background, but not a melody.
Numbness wraps itself around my beating internal organ, blood thickens to a high viscoscious pulp, lungs choke up, air becomes a luxury, I am brought to my knees with a sickening thud I fall to my side defeated I let out a last gasp for air the world turns upside down I see darkness I feel my thoughts quieting my body motionless on the cold, Grey pavement I admire its cracks running along itself and thank it for allowing it to me by resting place i feel the light within me dimming and all is silent at last
The darkness is lulling.
It enwraps me, enfolds me.
Sweet serenity humming,
"Come to me, come to me."
I slip slowly away.
I fade.
I silence time wanes;
It's ticking, it's slipping.
In tranquility I'm lain.
In a haze, out of phase,
I'm aware of my being.
I'm here.
The atmosphere's changing.
It's twisting, it's shifting.
My heart begins pounding,
Th-thumping, b-bumping.
I feel a strange presence.
I fear!
In a terror I'm gripped!
Chest tightening, constricting.
My room a gray crypt,
It traps me, ensnares me!
I sense a near specter.
I quake!
In silent panic I lie.
I'm frozen, so frightened!
By terror I'm bound!
Please, eyes, open! Please open!
I can't move! Not a limb!
...I wake.
Form:
An exquisite feminine beauty with overt shyness
Soft body curves with charming face hiding wishes
Lulling secret desires but withholding emotional surge
Delicately weak, can’t boldly meet the masculine urge
1.1.2019
"Fear is a slinking cat I find beneath the lilacs of my mind." - Sophie Tunnell
Leaking through the worn, gray boards, like a trickle from a dream. Where gentle thoughts raised prayers through the loft, tiers spilled out tears, remembering the quiet moments before. Yesterday, when the silence was broken by gentle moos and squealing pigs, squawking hens beating away the cats from her nibbling brood of dibs. Remembering the truth of a summer quivering, the trembling of rain falling on a tin roof, lulling away the afternoon beneath the tender song, breathless as daybreak and just as whimsical.
It was here, beyond the barn’s yawning doors, that my heart learned to appreciate the simple things. The still, cool pulse of twilight, the discreet brush of hope – soundless as light, pouring out over the soul who knows that God’s breath flows in through those moments, those charming moments, when the heart hears only the sound of His music, softly echoing through the beautiful.