If I wandered through the room
With lazy-lidded eyes
And a half-cocked smile, barely there
Would you see through my disguise?
My aura’s calm and steady
I’ve filled my head with songs
I’m channelling the tranquil spirit
Of someone who belongs
Relax my shoulders, slow down my pace
And say
less than
I could
I keep my speech cool and composed
Feigning ‘everything is good’
Fabricated serenity
Is wrapped all over me
(I’m wicked-nervous to the core)
I'm giving off ‘carefree’
Though I was often hurt without closure,
Over the years I learnt to keep composure.
I may forgive, but I shall never ever forget.
I now choose to live life without any regret.
I have now found my own inner peace.
I've found ways to make stress decrease.
I walk briskly, but with a clear mind, freely.
I think and talk more calmly and positively.
I realize I have everything I currently need,
I found a love so true, I know we'll succeed.
He made me slowly remember the real me,
Because he is a reminder of what I could be.
I am a woman of my own kind of composure.
My inner child was always one more mature
For being wise enough to see thru another.
My intuition always makes me a true winner.
Though you are a man of few written words,
I feel your peace becomes part of my own,
Especially when I see you play your chords.
I feel your love in the ways it's been shown.
Though you are usually so calm and steady,
I love you even when you're sometimes mad.
Just know I too am always aware and ready
To talk you out of even what makes you sad.
Though you are my opposite in some ways,
Always remember you are my yin, my water,
For you are soothing rain for me some days.
You truly are my lover and figurative father.
Though you think you can always be so sure,
I'll always prove this love of ours is so real.
Don't worry: you're my man of composure.
Usually, your love and peace is all I can feel.
Slumped in the dumps
going over the bumps
don't let it get your goat
or get to you
but stay afloat
and take your lumps
remember to maintain
easy to say hard to do
your balance composure
perspective and point of view
as tomorrow no one knows
so go along for the ride
whatever fate throws
take it in stride
with its ups and downs
and smile all the while
there's no gain in frowns
as life's nought but a game
and from the day we begin
men and women are merely players
not a one of whom will ever win
What if
I say I'm in love with you
Will your instincts trust my feelings?
What if
I choose to fall for you
Will you be loyal till I die?
What if
I decided to ride or die with you
Will you promise to have my back?
What if
My feelings for you die
Will you still kiss me goodbye?
What if
I don't live to see tomorrow
Will you shed a tear when I'm gone?
What if...
surviving_pawn
Cackles, snickers, chortles and squeals ease life's weight.
Laughter can completely reset our composure.
Humors random salves of mirth can ease feeling states.
Past times of paled poise were health fueled by laughs ardor.
Laughter can completely reset our composure.
Acute giggles often cause worthwhile tummy bunched aches.
Past times of paled poise were health fueled by laughs ardor.
Bonding laugh episodes can mold sweet memory shapes.
Acute giggles often cause worthwhile tummy bunched aches.
Laughs can floor lay us to mirth quake over and over.
Bonding laugh episodes can mold sweet memory shapes.
Laughing steers peace of mind like a kind chauffeur.
Laughs can floor lay us to mirth quake over and over.
Humors random salves of mirth can ease feeling states.
Laughing steers peace of mind like a kind chauffeur.
Cackles, snickers, chortles and squeals ease life's weight.
Can composure somehow be taught
pre-packaged ‘poise lessons’ bought
Can’t say I ever gave it a thought
‘til I watched a WNBA 'game'
~ I mean, onslaught
______________________________
WNBA = Women's National Basketball
Association
Calendar commences, conviviality,
kids kvetch knishes cold,
cantaloupe crappy,
kids constantly crunching cookies,
cake, candy.
Could kayaking, canoeing, camping
in Canada cure cantankerous
children's contention?
Can caddying at the country club
conquer kid's complaining?
chaos could conduce calamity,
kindred claiming complete cuckoo-ness,
summer sanity-stealing s'mores scavengers!
There are things I've done
Things I'm not proud of
Awful things
Things I won't do
If I'm aware of them
Ignorance is a disease
It causes cognitive dissonance
I don't let it disarray my composure.
I always maintain
A positive mental attitude
Amidst distressing situations
Always accountable
Never let my ignorance
Disrupt my composure
Always maintaining my steez.
There are things I've done
Things I'm very proud of
Amazing things
Leaving me curious
Eager to do more
Knowledge is power
It gives the ability to conquer whatever.
The little linger, the wee wee wait-a-while,
says it all wordlessly, unwieldy:
"The momentary pause is pregnant!"
with distinct possibilities of a bow-out clause.
I can see and smell the stench of doubt
as you look away,
breaking our eye-to-eye contact.
That tiny delay is your way of saying it,
without saying it in words.
You, the soothsayer-in-silence bleats:
"The momentary pause is pregnant!"
Listen!
The beauty of this African woman, is depicted by a wave of light.
It enables her voice to resonate louder as the harmony and texture unite.
Beauty is linked to moral awareness there is no beauty for beauty's sake.
Creative expressionism is popular with an emphasis on luminosity to opaque.
Complexity of composition, clarity of form and detail, subject's self composure.
Balance, symmetry, smooth finish textures, both visual and physical exposure
Aiming for compositions that focus the eye and keep the viewers' attention
Most masterful light refractions, and lack of various colors require a mention.
Like a calm river,
You absorb all the dirt, yet
Stay crystal clear.
WHAT MOTIVATES ME
What helps me to grow
What keeps me sane and energised
Feels, whoever is closer to my heart
Propels me to the fore.
Remarkably, my near and dear ones and bountiful nature
Inspires to pursue my dreams
Instils positive energy in me
Drives to stand on my own feet.
My hubby
How he defies all odds with composure
How seamlessly shut the chaotic world
How much efforts he puts in
To make our lives easier.
My son
His zeal to be friendly with new tech
And die-hard grit not to savour sugar
With a tinge of resilience meet challenges
And guiding me too all through.
Monsoon
Brings cheer on our sullen faces
How withered plants eager to embrace drops
And a deep sigh by the parched land
Joyful to quench its thirst.
Meadows
How pristine greenery showers radiance
Rekindle me with overflowing love
Set to tread on the path of happiness
Liveliness and mirth all around.
Munchkin
Playful innocence tickles my heart
Infectious smile wipes away my worries
I forget the world and indulge in hearty laughter
Undeniably, a perfect divine's creation.
DATED: 22 JULY2021
CONTEST: MOTIVATION POETRY
SPONSORED BY : SHREYA L N
Show me a burning arrow from your quiver of love
Avail me fire and kindness set joined earth ablaze
Grant me only this one wish for the hotbed of passion
In fletching’s path we feel think reason and cherish
Throw a kiss to each other to link intimate emotions
And pheromones made in heaven straight to our hearts
Ravishing delight oozes from crest marks and cusps
Irreversible vows in tune with tides and the moon
Unlock the target when darts embrace in mid air
Suspended in everlasting promise we rise to the sky
31st March 2021
eclipse suspends
sun convalesces in ease –
shadows cast promise
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