Best Quieten Poems
The mind rises in Love
and the heart lets fall its tears
The soul longs to reach what is above
and the pain mends its fears
The night unveils its shades
and the dream reveals its joys then disappears
The moon drops its light
and a blissful air the very soul wears.
*****
What is within
even under words skin
hard to see
decrypt and read
A ravishing power
a true Light
In the broad extent of dark
I would hide.
*****
A treasure..
a gift from the divine
that expands the world of the heart
feeds a craving
fuels a life
and here I am
rising..
in Love, I rise.
*****
A force waving into my soul
drifting a bewildered whole
as the hand of God
traces a path
weaves a life
I just have to quieten a storm
sense a bond
and willing be to attain a goal.
*****
The mind rises in Love
and the heart lets fall its tears
The soul longs to reach what is above
and the pain mends its fears
The night unveils its shades
and the dream reveals its joys then disappears
The moon drops its light
and a blissful air the very soul wears.
The sky will lower, the hills quieten,
and the moonlight to my window sill come,
the night she will come.
Fill me once more,Holy Spirit to know,
Move me ,inside,you love to show,
Quieten my heart,now to play
Without rehearsal,on life's stage each phrase to say.
Speak,speak by thought,picture,word or deed,
Then in my weakness,your strength feed:
O teach my tomgue to quiet be,
Until you prompt,and all I say,is all of thee.
This quatrain was inspired by Abraham Cowley's (1618-67) 'Hymn to Light'
angels cannot interfere with injustices
they witness in the mortal realm
their tears we know as drops of rain
may one day drown all and dishelm
angels in show of compassion
do play the harp and throw a rope
hoping those who quieten their heart
will hear their notes of love and hope
AP: 3rd place 2021
Submitted on July 23, 2018 for contest FAVORITE POEM WRITTEN IN JUNE 2018 sponsored by DEAR HEART AKA BROKEN WINGS - RANKED 2ND
The flame ignites and burns
and for life the breath yearns
All the words cease to leak
what would deflate the mystique
The soul would seek sight
powers remain finite
Life would ever teach
the core of truths to reach
The path to take fits a choice
though against an inner voice
Mind and heart deeply descend
from ashes of pain wisely ascend
So much in Life we learn
the merit built we earn
Let the soul shine in beauty
as a bright crystal ruby
An admired butterfly
on wings of Hope would fly
Faith the root of content
leave no room for lament
Blessings take not for granted
gratitude for what is handed
Faith would quieten the pain
dwelling on what gone is vain
If caught by the light of flame
Would you be the one to blame
Or just the call of fate
Led you to take the bait
In Life do raise your word
and keep the flame in your world
Think not of any end
In now have a carving hand
May 3rd, 2022
Sat by the jetty overlooking the waters
of Tombia
Waves and ripples as boats drive
pass speedily
Passengers and luggage alike all
disembarking
All by the Tombia waterside in the
riverine Rivers
Free from the hustles and bustles bedevilling
Port Harcourt
The mayhem and chaos in the Oil city all left
behind in the city
Yet such serenity by the waters of Tombia
Piece, quiet and tranquility quieten my
stress
Trying to be patient, but my patience is
running riot
Trying to stay and remain calm by the waters
of Tombia.
Roasted peppered fish and plantains my
consolation.
All by the waterside of Tombia.
BUDGIE
I have a little budgie, his colour is white and blue,
I am teaching him to talk, so far his words are few.
He sits upon my finger, and lets me stroke his chest,
While telling him he’s a pretty boy, and he is best.
One day when he was playing, with a little toy,
I clearly heard him say “pretty boy, pretty boy”.
His vocabulary increased quite dramatically,
Picking up many words when he listened to TV.
“Prices are down, prices are down”, mimicked ads all day,
At times he’d drive me crazy, was tempted to give him away.
Perhaps another budgie was needed with him to sit,
To help quieten him down, but he nearly had a fit!
“Buy one, buy one, then get the second one free”,
On and on he went all day, was very annoying to me
I covered his cage at night, to stop all his loud chatter.
But he kept going on and on, the darkness didn’t matter.
Now I'm glad I kept him, and would like to tell you why,
Because he's passed an audition, for TV ads to try.
He’s become a TV star, which means my days are free,
Others can hear him daily,which really pleases me.
But I've come to realize television was not a good choice.
Being a star's worn him out and he's almost lost his voice
He's become much quieter, doesn't talk as he did before,
I miss his happy chatter, and wont be complaining anymore.
I tell him he's a pretty boy while gently stroking his chest
His days of stardom are over, but he's still the very best.
Now we are great friends, my pretty budgie and me,
And never again will he ever, be appearing on TV.
Copyright © Vivien Wade 2013
Godfather
A rigid neck that looks forward without turning
Till the face is flat pummelled by angry elements
Whose twinkly eyes neither blink nor steal a hood
In case, in a split second, humanity is left insecure.
Whose time to eat is not on his busy schedule-
Morsel may briefly quieten voice to teach Piety.
Would I, therefore, find any fault with that stoicism
Or in his static quick march- marching at a halt
(Until there is a hole enough to ooze a cool pat!)
His momentary reprieve; gone to some chores
Might subject the brood to threat unthinkable.
For his perpetual presence and open guidance
Is as assuring the billboard pointing the Way!
Dr. Ram Mehta, Billboard in the wet, cold rain
Who holds post to, once again, direct others
Soaked by the cold rain, yet with a heart satisfied
For the Duty to save others and not save yourself!
Should, godfather, a blink you chance or steal
Cares of this World may, by stealth, quietly visit
And warp our convictions with wicked murmurs
Murmurs that drip honey which sips into hearts
Turning us into a heap of salt for looking backwards!
My eyes I do pledge to look no any other direction
Except to the way by your long finger is pointed
And, to fawn on the Spirit that nurtured you this long
With bonhomie, discernment and poetic prowess!
Prayer with no end I utter beseeching, godfather,
On that Day, to inherit the Sceptre you’re holding!
***Dedication to one and only Dr. Ram Mehta for the invaluable guidance his sublime poems bestow.
JM
24th Nov’ 2013
I get quieten..
When my soul fall into a moment of serenity..
I get still..
When a torifying light disrupts my dark eyes..
Then my heart plays a tone of melancholy..
My moment stops breathing..
When my words starts shivering..
When my words starts shivering..
My steps starts trembling..
I stop living..
When my wounded existence dwells me into a moment of downwardness..
Then my life croons a ballad of threnody..
Before this bewitching gaze, alas,
let me be the one to quieten
and love you the more.
(for Raul Moreno`s member poetry contest)
Airports are often the starting place for the holiday
Boredom sets in waiting for the journey to begin
Can’t wait to get in the air and get away for a while
Down the runway and we finally take to the sky
Everyone breathes a sigh of relief when we land safely!
Finally we arrive at the resort and the holiday begins
Get to the hotel room - flop down on the bed exhausted!
Hotel needs exploring and we head to the pool
I start to get comfy on the sunlounger and relax
Just minutes later the kids start arguing – grrrrr
Keep a smile on my face and quieten them down
Looks like its time to go and get a cooling ice cream
Moaning ceases and harmony is restored once more
Next morning we enjoy a leisurely hotel breakfast
Oh how wonderful no cooking for a week!
Pack up our buckets and spades and head to the beach
Quiet it is not …we are packed on the sand like sardines
Really enjoy making massive sandcastles with the kids
Sun tanning bodies lie in rows – some people look like lobsters!
Time for a break and escape the heat of the mid day sun
Until it is cooler we head indoors to the kid’s club
Vacations or holidays we should take time out and enjoy
Week away in the sun with the family is a special time
Xxenodocheionology is the love of hotels – how appropriate!
Yikes! The mountain of holiday washing in our suitcases
Zephyr winds will guide our plane back home
Contest:- Abecdarian –sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
07~09~15
Tell me - Telling God
Mysterious indeed are His ways,
He creates all life to run smooth and then sways,
We, the puppets keep dancing at His will,
Though pretend having gained an immense skill,
Shaping the whole world in full grace,
Of the Unseen, who can create His face ?
Try finding Him in every life,
By our side He's in each joy and strife,
Else why do the busy day's end,
Nights to quieten in peace He sends,
In no religion and places is He found,
Lives inside every kind heart that beats around,
Faith is God, belief is God, love is God,
Cheating yet preaching are all fraud,
Apart from all colours, cast and creed,
He is the one to be consciously perceived !
Inspired by poem "Tell me" by Richard Lamaoureux
Written March 31st, 2015
For contest "Tell me" by Richard
Awarded 3rd place win
Face framed ornate, or curl corner blu tacked up
Childhood fanciful daring must softly be contained
Dispicable hovers inside cherub cheeked adorable
Challenge for enamoured to create correct shape
Administer discipline with compassion entangled
Potential beckons infant innately curious
Toddler discovery meshed with messiness
Woven with wonderment routine can't limit
Succumbed mother disowns justifiable furious
Besotted witness, sure estate for mischief
Nudging daughters towards beings approved
Beyond old rigidity, modern option multiples
Youth spoken forums we're foreigners to
Images of genuine and fake indiscernible
Listened to lunacy delivers messages askew
Duty to daughters reflect our similarity
Penciled declarations stuck to fridge
Devotedness focussed on child precious
Inflated effort, parents' universal currency
Whether meagre expenditure, or excess
Snippets of your prosper are written in me
Lawyer loads clothes into washing machine
Submerged both classes in a world severe
Puppets of striving in fast passed society
Consumer boom boldly commandeered
Disparity reveals parental symmetry amazing
Faithfully accommodating girls' shifting needs
Working mothers, each of us 'unaccompanied'
Various sized resources serve child raising
Sacrifice made by dedicated souls equally
Providing guidance, friendship gripes quieten
Line of latitude curved by desire to control
Old school wisdom bolsters brains susceptible
Dramatised screen infused new century children
Content quickly spirals into unacceptable
Desperately hoping, we Mother soldiers
Shield children from future provocation
Hold fort, nest feathered dedication
Thrusted comfort, reluctant scolders
Admist mixed rails, reliable station
Within swayed pre teen trajectory
Sturdy parenting depots journey
Home stands firm from outside duress
Finances overshadowed by reliability
Partnered peers approve sole success
17th July 2020
As spring's golden sun rises awakening the fog. Its light reveals fog's gray clinging tenacles all about. A Dove coos softly singing in spaces opened up when the roosters quieten their chorus..The tree's dark silhouettes stand still for no breeze rustles the air this morn. Those Blackbirds are back their voices fill the Oaks with lively music. Then they go down upon the good earth to feed upon the rich food available. I don't even see anything there but they seem to find plenty everyday. It seems they are here to stay this year. They usually come for awhile then leave until about the same time the next year. I wonder if they are going to pair off and stay around. Only God knows if they will stay or leave. He has provided for the troup to have sufficient food everyday. All they have to do is come and feed. We His creation only have to come into His Presence each day for a short time, open our hearts and minds to hear His Voice. He is there waiting won't you come and feed upon His Word(The Bible) and then wait to hear His Voice for it is pleasant to the ears..
On my drive over to you I went back in time
To that first drop of tears that ushered in the storm
I was too young to understand, but I knew an evil hand
Even though he smiled when he came over I couldn’t pretend
I meander in and out of my lane as the painful memory unravels
You took a part of me with you and the pain is with me on all my travels
In life. And I still don’t understand why you never left this damn curse
You still forgave him even after all the drama of the ugly divorce
I’ve got them with me in the car, they bear some internal scars
They keep asking me where we’re going and if it’s still too far...
I keep looking straight ahead because I don’t want them to see my shame
Choking on my voice I say, “Don’t worry kids, we’re going to mommy’s new home.”
The nights you came home crying, bleeding, inconsolable and bruised
Mother’s consoling words, that you needed to be strong, which had me even more bemused
I sink into a deep, dark place...filled with rage as we approach the cemetery gates
It’s been a year since our last visit and they too now also quieten down in the back seat
So many women, like yourself tolerate these men’s insecurities
He possessed you and treated you like an object, taking advantage of your loyalties
Episode after bad episode...broken bones, stories of extramarital affairs
As soon as you healed physically, you returned home to him and I would despair
I miss you sis’ and you were taken from us too soon
He’s in jail now, but I heard he’ll be released on parole from prison
You lived your life with such vigour, never afraid to face danger not even his fists and razor
We’re left at a huge loss in the aftermath of the destruction of your passing like a storm chaser
08-23-15
Contest: Pendleton Arkwright's Rain and Dark, Isolated Places