Best Quietened Poems

She remained silent amidst the squeaks of the bats
Sleeping on the hostel bed, she dreamt of winging like a dove. 
Her tears were blended with the blood of her chopped childhood. 
Her mother's lap seemed to be the only place away from humiliating world. 


Rain...

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The crescent moon overlooks
The pink taffy sky as it melds 
With the grey mist that rises 
From the creeks and gently rolling hills

I read a long time ago
To avoid criticism one should
Say nothing, do nothing, be nothing
But even in doing that one gets criticised

Many politicians...

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“Now behind the eyes and secrets of the dreamers in the streets rocked to sleep by the sea, see the titbits and topsyturvies, bobs and buttontops, bags and bones, ash and rind and dandruff and nailparings, saliva and snowflakes and moulted feathers of dreams, the...

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I sung all the night with the Devil,
It seemed harmony had found itself spooning with dissonance
Not indeed needing to be one or the same
Yes—the light indeed could sustain itself in the midst
Of what then was our prison
Now a sanctuary of content wonder—
Now,
Saturated in tears,
With me
Had...

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The Lost Teddy Bears.

What adventures will today
Our Teddy Bears complete
When they all go out to play
At the park just down the street.

Lisa has a picnic made
With cakes and bread and cheese
Water, Coke and Lemonade
And lollies that they freeze.

They make camp near a roundabout
On mats they...

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Time moves slowly,
and changes come fast,
each birth, death,
nothing forever last.

Learning to cope,
sometimes hard to do,
trying to fit in,
that is all you can do.

Streets once traveled,
now silent from your steps,
yesterday made sweet laughter,
now only tears are left.

Family now distant,
hearts left all alone,
quietened by anger,
wondering who was...

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February came in keeping with its ancient character a month of coldness, wetness and of thawing,
With departing frost and melting snow, February could possibly be called the wet season,
Maybe it's a time for floods and damp we are inclined to regard old severe winters gone,
It...

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RESISTANCE (EAST TIMOR)

A young man
A young man lying
Sightlessly staring beyond the sky.

Resistance…
A fierce wind blowing… 
Bitterness trapped in his quietened heart.

His forehead.
a round mark, tiny.
precisely. 
A tilak? Futility.

Scorching sun
Clambering, burning, 
Sweltering,
One more sacrifice.

A mere boy
Who will own him now?
Festering, 
Ants consuming his brow.

A woman 
Pauses...

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'twas in a room in Blandford, on a bright spring day
When a voice within my head a whispering, whispering to my dismay
For the voice grew from a whisper , and it would not go away
The voice was dry and eerie, Like demons from the days...

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A cave hidden in the forest beyond
Crimson waters flow out,
The wolves seek out the source
Only to find her bleeding soul.

Slithering stream reflect her demons
Trapped inside the illusory web of sunshine,
Waiting to ravish her tonight
As the sky becomes moonless again.

Scarlet lips talk of the forbidden words
Staining...

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It was a stressful drive
Up north I-seventy-five
The rain came pouring down
Water, water, all around

Semi-trucks carrying loads
Vie for places on road
I was in middle lane
Trying to remain sane

Suddenly, a cloud burst
In the gray, rainy mist
The car in front - me at rear
Seemed to disappear

The burst yielded...

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It was a stressful drive
Up north I-seventy-five
The rain came pouring down
Water, water all around

Semi- trucks carrying loads
Vie for places on road
I was in middle lane
Trying to remain sane

Suddenly, a cloud burst
In the gray, rainy mist
The car in front – me at rear
Seemed to disappear

The burst...

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Wayward in my sin,
to You, I’m foreign
my angel wings have fallen
my belief disproven
a gimmick in his marketing 
didn’t take much convincing
for I bought in
an empty, rusted tin
dimmed from seeing any light within
my faith, shaken

for a price
I will give my all for paradise
for a promise of...

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What is this sound through day and night?
This eerie cry, this muffled moan?
Like an animal trapped alone 
in distant darkened wood. 

It does not stop, save brief respite,
to draw some breath, and then again, 
unearthly groans with dreadful pain, 
all day, all night.

What is this...

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This is the story that should not be told
And it was not told ever
Till the time it mattered
Now that they have escaped in corners safe
This comes out as history on a cuppa at café
They dug
Buried
Filled
Graved
Quietened
Bribed
Wined
Dined
And womanized
To keep it under wraps
Many wanted to spill
They even got...

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