My dear old wombat friend is near.
He says to me, don’t worry.
You’ll look back another time
when you can find it funny.
Go to extremes? It’s not for us.
We like our days quite peaceful.
‘Most every day, do it this way
and we will have a life full -
of Proper Days, done in our way -
ones that we can cherish.
And when we want, can also add
a little bit of relish.
Charging around? Race here and there?
That is not our style.
Did the race feel right to you?
Sit here for a while.
My guess is that, what we both need,
has been here all along.
WE know deep down in our hearts
what it is makes us strong.
Dramatic changes aren’t for us.
We’d rather ponder time.
Then you’ll get it in your soul
that we are going fine.
Take a journey with me
Into the eyes of a stranger
How appealing it would be
Spending just a second of precious time
To notice a connection
To indulge in discovery
Look beyond the caption
Read more into the soul
Listen to a heartbeat
Rise above the insecurity
Shine bright
Take the wheel
Let the drive take your breath away
Step up to the challenge
Accept the faults
Navigate the trauma
And you will find the eye of the storm.
The calmness that is true love.
An open field of untouched snow,
brings a distant calmness of my own, that I know
Bright white clouds float before a setting sun
Such beauty at the end of the day, I won
Like a ribbon in a show, a star getting ready to glow
I stand watching, in the stillness of glistening snow
Heidi Sands
12/6/25
(Copyright)
Your Calm — a Silver Hemisphere —
Serenely — held in Hand —
Too Still — for Souls that traffic Noise —
They cannot — understand —
A Quiet — is a Provocation —
To Spirits — bred of Storm —
Your Stillness — is an Atmosphere
They cannot — take — by Form —
They rattle — at your Equinox —
They claw — at Gentle Air —
For Peace — to them — is Foreign Speech —
And Silence — lays them bare —
Yet keep — your Temper’s Lantern — lit —
Unflickering — and True —
For Chaos — melts — in Light like that —
Though Chaos — envies — You —
When an ordinary day becomes the unexpected,
The hours turn into a rush, and get connected.
I turned my head to find who stood there,
Our eyes met—something rare
I didn’t give anything that hinted at chaos,
Didn’t give a little smile, just raised my eyebrows.
Ignoring someone, shaking my head—
Not now, I’m done being bled.
But you’re the one giving me reason to hold a half-string,
You turn my head again, and your smile gives me something.
My quiet place has a visitor—should I let him in?
Should I open the door and grab his hand to begin?
I think this is the time to say, “I give my walls down.”
You grab my hand and fill the space, feeling like having a crown.
Your smile is like the moon to me, bringing calmness,
Your voice is like rest, providing me with happiness.
You’re one of my “beautiful unplanned.”
You’re my solace now, my safe space in hand,
Building another core memory—
But this time, I have you in every journey.
O Rain!
O Rain, precious to humankind!
How you make everything alive,
Sad and fatigued souls you find,
And remind them to enjoy their life.
Your one drop is a farmer's pride,
You give crops a fresh spirit,
Healing those who are lost and dried,
Your divine wonders have no limits.
O Rain, your majestic sound
Strengthens even a tiny sapling;
In you, my glee is found,
Grateful for the joy, you bring!
Calmness bids me as grief strives to cease
Enabling sincere thanksgiving-prevalence
Midst gloom, hiding serenely still while
Exemplifying grace under pressure... yet
Tears cannot anymore control their fall
Exposing prayer of my heart for closure
Recognizing heaven's victory over death* since
Yon the grave is eternal bliss with the Source of life.
*1 Corinthians 15:55-57 O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
May 29, 2025
3rd place, "Cemetery" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 6/2/2025
It is warm enough to be summer
Thunderous jet flies over
My dogs are wrestling in the grass
Edge of forest is greening
Ferns and moss peek above ground to say hi
Pear tree s blooming with frothy white flowers
Tulip tree has one lone bright pink bud
The land is returning to life
A tiny yellow moth dips and flits in the driveway
I luxuriate in the calmness of country living
Life is but a dream
As what we perceive and experience
Are all ephemeral and temporary
A favourable occurrence or an unpleasant one
Are all but fleeting truths
That play upon the screen of life
Impermanence is their trait
So never be affected by it all
Hard times teach us a deeper sense of self and purpose
Strengthens our resilience in times of adversity
Provides a greater appreciation of life and loved ones
An increased capacity for altruism and empathy
Introspect in staid stillness
Meditation is the key to profound insight
For the realisation of the eternal light
Comes in a state of calmness in the mind
To achieve greater clarity and peace of mind
In a spiritual and intellectual awakening
Where we don’t seek shadows but the true source of light
Amidst the chaotic and transient nature of life
Live in the present neither the future nor the past
As sand moves continuously through the hourglass
And the alarm clock is ringing
Ding a ling a ling!
The wind howls like a beast untamed,
lashing and crashing,
a tempest unleashed,
a fury in motion.
Twisting branches,
leaves torn and tattered,
a frenzied symphony of nature,
in a chaotic ballet.
But wait.
The wind holds its breath,
a hush descends,
an uncanny stillness
amid the storm.
This is silence in
the heart of the tempest,
a pause, a lull,
a whispered sigh.
It’s like sleep without a dream,
a peaceful absence,
a calming blanket,
a comforting embrace.
You feel it in your soul,
a quiet hum,
a subtle vibration,
the heart of the world
taking a gentle breath.
Even in the wildest storm,
there’s silence to be found.
And in that silence,
the deepest calm resides.
Calmness of soul
Stunned intruders
To gone away.
In life's stormy race, find peace,
A balm for the mind's unease.
Nature's embrace soothes the soul,
In flowers' scent, worries unroll.
Sunsets paint skies with gold hue,
Stillness under stars so true.
Friendships warm, laughter's delight,
Calmness grows in love's pure light.
Gratitude eases every thought,
Mindfulness in moments sought.
Amidst turmoil, find release,
Embrace calmness, inner peace.
Where can we find the calmness of our minds and souls
Our minds are always running wild
Images of dreams overlap and overlap
Until they are messy and entangled
Dream may or may not come true
If it comes true, it'll become a reality
It yields satisfaction
Followed by the calmness of the mind and soul
If it doesn't come true, it'll become an illusion
It yields disappointment
Followed by the restlessness of the mind and soul
Unknown and uncertainity
Fate and destiny, fear and worry
Greed and dissatisfaction
Guilt and inferiority
All will erode the calmness of our minds and souls
Maybe we will find calmness in love and confidence
True and justice
And of course not excluding a religion
As a chance to achieve
The calmness of our minds and souls
We can adopt a religion
And pray to the almighty god
Who is always a good listener
And a good comforter
Calm and beautiful,
When birds fly through the sky.
Solitude and Peaceful,
When leaves on branches dance.
While in search for the light,
The bluest skies go gray.
They say, when all is restful:
Flowers and bees are the finest kissers.
The wind blows in May,
With love and kindness blending.
But you just have go living,
As, it is the place where we all rejoice.
To confusion, put a brake
Or else peace is at stake
At the time of utter confusion
Calmness gets a solution
Just forget totally everything
Spend time in finely meditating
Like clouds let worries vanish
Let all your doubts diminish
Closing eyes and praying
Is a superb way of saying
That in Lord you truly trust
So troubles He will arrest
Confusion is common
To all men and women
Due to a very clear thinking
Confusion will be sinking
If confusion goes unchecked
Mind can be easily tricked
Deny confusion a chance
Then in life you can advance.
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