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 drops never fell on her umbrella and her feet never peddled a bicycle.
The winter snow never kissed her blanket and her only companion was her mom.
When she cracked jokes, her back was badly bruised.
Relishing the taste of her favorite chocolate made her starve that night.
When her friends danced in rain, she feared the thunders.
Watching her favorite TV show turned her a dark room prisoner.
The telephone in the boarding house never sang her name.
Saturday evenings never welcomed her into the visitor's room.
Her honey dipped concerts never sweetened the souls of her beloved.
Bed time stories never quietened her panicked breath.
Her questions were unanswered
Her screams were unheard
Her jokes were uncelebrated
Her pains were unattended.
Slowly,
Her sensitive heart was replaced by a sensible mind
Her unsung emotions turned into powerful words.
Her immense thirst for affection ended as she embraced and drank the juices of self love.
Years of her inner struggle finally endowed her with buoyant wings.
That innocent soul who was once called a thief,
Now stole a million hearts with her ink.
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 say a lot
Buttering everyones' toast
But when it comes down
To doing anything worthwhile
They are like a phantom, ghost, or apparition
That disappears at first light or close observation
They have to hide in shadows
So that their half-truths, lies, straddling of the fence is not found out
So how can we learn from this
What can we do with our lives
What can we be, say, write
If we say, be, write then can we
Follow through with action
Moon is getting fainter just a bare
Silver almost hair
Against the very gray-blue sky that mixed
With the mist of the earth two have combined
Seemingly forming one body
Duty has called me from the carefree moments
That exist out on the porch as the roosters begin
Their crowing, the crickets have quietened,
And the birds have begun their morning chirping
And life calls me away to do the responsibilities of day
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 carried down
As taught them by a boy scout
they’d met one day in town.
Off to find the magic cave
Our Freddy took the lead
They needed to be very brave
And they were indeed
They went into the diamond room
And tried to fill their boots
But feeling round now in the gloom
Got tangled in some roots
Rupert sent out for some help
Got lost along the way
But then he heard a guard dog yelp
And sturdy policeman say
“We need to make a thorough search
5 Bears they have been lost”
We’ve looked about down by the church
Our paths they may have crossed.
Rupert shouted “Here we are”
At the entrance to the hole.
“We’re not in here so very far
Thank goodness your patrol”
With practiced ease our policeman found
The little bears now frightened
Perhaps if not been for his hound
Their cries would not be quietened.
At last now eating in their camp
And feeling quiet dejected
Eyes still crying, sore and damp
Some safety rules neglected.
If you’re planning to go out
Then always tell someone
This is to remove the doubt
Of where the search begun.
John Healey
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 at the place,
Whimpering.
Stoops to cool his face.
Eyelids first.
Closing them one last time.
Lovingly.
She is a mother.
Familiar?
Does she start to weep?
No.
She has seen all this before.
Often.
'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 of yore
So I was emboldened and challenged, what want est from me thou this day
And the voice replied sadistically, I'm here to take you away
Now you have read of the raven, from the pen of Edgar Allen Poe
And i'm a relative of the raven, and our lord wants you to know
That poets like you, increase the spirit of mere mortal men
So i'm here to maybe frighten, even more to stop you writing
And to even stop thee from creating hero's, like the poets from days of yore
If to stop thee I must kill thee, then I am willing for its a dead I have accomplished before
As the evil voice was cackling, my mind aghast was flapping
Wondering if today would be my last, and if I was bound for Hades shore
Then a voice so soft and tender, cried out spirit I demand your surrender
And I looked and saw a hero, straight from Thermopalies blood red shore
Stood with shining sword and shield, it was a warrior from Spartan lore
and the voice in my head quietened, and I knew I was safe for sure
Safety is but an illusion, in a world of hurt and pain
Sometimes the only victory, is for the sun to oust the rain
But 'im aware deep in my heart of hearts, that the rain will come again
So I must be like the sun, bold unshackled and free
So that when the rain returns I may be unwavering, and burn it away
And maybe ill be free for life eternal, like bold Homer in Dauntes tale of yore
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 splashes
Obliterated dash-
To keep one's facing nerve
Thankfully, there's no curve
All traveling at least sixty
Unable to drop to fifty
"I'm in trouble" thought aloud
Then, God quietened the cloud
The falling rain continued
I moved to outside lane
And did drive home safely
Thankful for my bravery
Such is life, we move along
Dreaming, singing our song
When a challenge comes our way
Then, "Dear God guide me today"
Now, I praise Him, my Protector,
Still feeling as unnerved victor
I pause to shudder and reflect
About His goodness to protect.
E. Pearl Anderson 2021
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 splashes
Obliterated dash-
To keep one’s facing nerve
Thankfully, there’s no curve
All traveling at least sixty
Unable to drop to fifty
“I’m in trouble” thought aloud
Then, God quietened the cloud
The falling rain continued
I moved to outside lane
And did drive home safely
Thankful for my bravery-
Such is life, we move along
Dreaming, singing our song
When a challenge comes our way
Then,” Dear God guide me today”
Now, I praise Him, my Protector,
Still feeling as unnerved victor
I pause to shudder and reflect
About His goodness to protect.
-Evelyn Pearl Anderson
09/23’2021
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 the white garbs of hypocrisy,
Bloodshot eyes continue to fight
And mock the lies told truthfully.
Vermilion marks became the stars
Deafening howls quietened the silence,
An explosion consumed all that was,
And the night was red.
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 the afterlife
convince me that I’m a heathen
that I need salvation
that I deserve redemption
that I’ll be spared Armageddon
to dwell in your holy kingdom
and gain internal freedom
when the world has quietened down
at peace like a perfect dawn
pray for my spirit to listen
when You sell me heaven
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 hurt or killed
Silence was kept and enforced
Black it was periphery to core.
Unveil my eyes, O my Love!
So that I see your graceful face
Shelter my load on your shoulders, O my Love!
For I am a blossom infatuated with emotive rain
Sweep my lips open, O my Love!
So that its cries can be quietened with your kiss
Resonate your song deep in my ears, O my Love!
For my soul is weary with pain
Clutch me deep in the warm chambers of your chest
So that my quivering rib-cage holds my heart firm from this wintry plummet.
Everything in life is so unpredictable, even in nature.
Hopefully everything will turn out ok in the end!
Wishing you a wonderful day!
MOODS OF NATURE - WEATHER
The clouds suddenly go dark, gloomy and grey,
A rumble of thunder in the distance,
"We should take cover!" I say.
Electrifying!!! The lightening, lights up the sky,
The storm is definitely heading this way!
Crashing noises of anger,
The thunder now rages and roars,
Torrential rain,
The heavens start to pour,
Bouncing and dancing,
As the rain hits the floor.
People running quickly to hide inside,
Shivers start to run down my spine.
Looking anxiously for a shelter to find!
Heading for shops, cafes, joining the crowd,
CHANGE OF MOOD
Ten minutes later, we no longer hide.
The storm has quietened down,
People start to go back outside.
The sky is no longer raining tears,
People smile and look up towards the sky,
A bright coloured, magical rainbow appears!!!
How beautiful!! It brightens up our day,
We carry on and continue on our way!
A weakened auric field
Where fear forms orbit
The once radiant heart
Now self-blocks grace
To enliven feeble form
The soul feels trapped
In the ailing body-mind
Whilst ego is satisfied
That it is now the focus
Of our creative attention
Awareness self-aware
Observes this anomaly
Where conflict of interest
Between ego and soul
Prevents body’s healing
In time stretched silence
Tremulous heart quietened
Our nonchalant presence
Aligns form with the void
Attuned to God's vibrations
Knowing not soul's intent
To experience limitations
We erase guilt of erst sin
Which is but an ego script
That we dwell in despair
We are God's prodigal son
Always welcome in heaven
There never was separation
Between our Father and us
And so healing must follow
Such is our soul's invocation
Innocent and free from doubt
At the same time recognising
That soul has free will, not us
As in lower mind, who so asks
31-March-2023
the clairvoyant saw
God within our heart
and our soul luminous
we were pleased
in as egoically
delusionally
for where is God not
yet these validations
quietened our doubts
steadying hearts resolve
to deepen inner silence
31-January-2023
Have you ever directed your attention to the sea?
How unassuming she seems to be!
Gently she laps back and forth,
Unimaginable is her depth!
Till! Suddenly!
She seems to have been angered,
Some invisible force has caused her, fury!
She rages, unwilling, unable to be quietened,
Then, just as suddenly, Silence!
I would liken us, too, that sea.
For we are inconsistent, just like she,
Prone to sudden actions.
Long spells of calm appreciation,
Under the surface reside, rage and fire.
Till something, we know not what,
Sparks that fire under the surface.
Then we rage for a time, unchecked!
Then rest peacefully, the rage, momentarily quietened.
We are unassuming, just as she.
No one on face value would guess our fury.
A mask of deceit we wear, just as confidently as she.
A mask of unchecked power!