Let's find peace in the woods
away from city strife.
Stillness and solitude
for now will serve us well.
With calmness, we will just
unwind and decompress.
Amidst nature, we're blest.
And leaving all else, they debate on lunch.
To one, lunch time was waste, hence, break-less munch.
The other felt, lunch-less
Would no new glory bless
To UK, nor hoary
Return to old glory,
Lunch is a place mid-stream--
Island to which all swim,
If cooler breaks are fine,
Need for lunch-break’s genuine,
For, from stomachs come working peoples’ punch.
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Happenings |20.12.2024|humour, food
Poet’s note: The prime minister and the leader of opposition are usually at logger heads, and British parliament is no exception. A few days back they exchanged their verbal punches on lunch and need to break for it. No doubt, no lunch is free--at home nor work nor anywhere, still…. This ditty is in full favour of lunchbreaks that refuel and decompress.
I feel restless,
my heart’s filled with touring notions;
I feel restless;
Longing not just to decompress,
my soul demands wild excursions;
Do you wanna cross the oceans?
I feel restless.
As you watched the abuse carried out,
My soul was broken, no doubt.
A connection can never be made,
As my nurturer and protector, I was betrayed.
Setting the stage for scant regard,
Not knowing how to protect myself by putting up my guard.
No loving childhood remembrances,
No I love you or tender embraces.
I finally had to let go and grieve,
It will never be the relationship I believe.
In order to begin the healing process,
I had to step away and decompress.
Sunday’s an auspicious day to suggest
that you, as a student, take a recess
In order to try and decompress
from our studying and stress
Now, of course, if you’re so possessed,
or some might even say obsessed,
you could study for a test,
we all want to do our best
but some work habits can oppress
and leave one all depressed
Just take a needed rest
and if your needs are unaddressed
get caressed when you’re undressed
some would have that thought suppressed
or simply left it unexpressed
but under oath I would attest
and to a priest I have confessed
all my roommates acquiesced
that for relaxation it’s the best
and quickest way to get unstressed
there a hundred things I could suggest
you type “A”s tend to make everything a contest
in this, there are no professors for you to impress
this isn’t a competitive, academic trap, trick or jest
I just know that, on Monday, this girl will be refreshed
Dawn crests the peaks of barren refuse, enthralling masses and demanding rations of passion from muck
Stuck into walls, hanging out halfway, suspended by calls of anguish and hate
-
Little does it matter for our pain and thoughts
Little does it falter in it’s saintly rot
And little does it rain down pleasure atop rocks
-
Towering pulses in cavernous chests booming altering noises of gloomy doom and distress
decompression
decompress
-
Such success in sessions of secessions thought best bring messy manipulations of emotions and stress
Blessedly pressing the rest into vests of blasting intent and the buying of souls not spent
The buying of souls not spent
The theft of moral defense
The theft of moral defense
Can I rest?
That's the quest
Most of us are addicted to stress
Which helps when things are next, next, next
But when they slow down life's a mess
Why the later I go to sleep, the earlier I wake
Everything like an earthquake
Truly can make the world shake
The day I take a break
Can I rest?
This is a test, everything a mess,
I am glad. I am blessed.
But I have to see can I rest.
Stress will infest and make you detest...
Living... which is meant to decompress
I cannot change the people around me
So I must change the people around me
I pray inward, ground me
Let's see can I rest, I've been on this quest
Let's see... Can I rest.
The sound of a cow peeing
is the wettest sound, let go
like a bucket slush on a barn slab
or so my grandfather used to
say. When my son comes home
I hear his fire hose upstairs
and remember how it was to
decompress so quickly. Grandad
once came out of the men’s
room shaking his head, and when
I asked why, he said that the room
was full of old men, half of which
couldn’t get started, and the other half
couldn’t stop. It’s my date with the moon
tonight--out the window of the master loo
at 3am. Perfect view, the creek trickling on.
Invitation to visit Olympus
Predestined noble affair
Feeling extremely timorous
But, Apollo will be there.
Anticipation is killing me
To think I'll meet immortals
Thrilling thought, smiling glee
Seeking Olympus portal.
Riding high on Nimbus Express
There's no other way to travel
Except I had to decompress
Or my humanity would unravel.
Immortals left me breathless
Handsome enough to be sure
Their company quite infectious
On Olympus no rancour.
Totally out of my depth
Memories enough to treasure
Eternal life there is no death
Living each day for pleasure.
Nimbus Express brought me home
Inordinate sadness feeling hollow
Parting gift a golden cell
Awesome! can talk to Apollo.
Pixabay image by: Xandra_Iryna
This damned domain of dominoes destined to fall
This doddering diatribe deliberately designed
This dwelling damp as deadwintered Darlington
This deeper dream of dungeons and dragons
This desperate dirge of dying deliberations
This drum droll as December’s daylight done
This decorated delightful deck of diamonds
This driven date that doomsday deselected
This dotted, dashed diary of dark desperation
This demystified danger we dryly decompress
This dead, defunct day that drew disgust
This damned domain of dominoes all fallen down.
17.4.2022 6pm
Just sitting, sipping tea with the Moon;
Across she glows in her party dress,
I send my dreams up on a balloon;
With each soft gaze ideas are strewn;
Under this sky it’s easy to decompress,
just sitting sipping tea with the Moon;
Armed with a seductive magical tune
changing roles to become the temptress,
I send my dreams up on a balloon;
Wearing a smile I sit and swoon
soliciting a wish packaged to impress,
just sitting sipping tea with the Moon;
Snacking on a star filled macaroon
wind whistles just hoping for a ‘Yes’,
I send my dreams up on a balloon;
Sugared longing by the tablespoon,
looking to her to untangle this mess;
Just sitting, sipping tea with the Moon
I send my dreams up on a balloon.
Exhausted with stress
Feeling the burdening weight
The sudden longing to decompress
Realizing his tired state
Unable to continue
Acknowledging the weakness
He struggled and knew
Sinking into the darkness
Gasping for air
Reaching for help
Letting his last breath be a prayer
No longer would he yelp
The waters consumed him
Others did their best
But he couldn’t swim
Now his body will rest
Splendid charm of morn
Abound in flora and fauna
Time to decompress
Dated: 28.06.2021
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caught in an octopus’ arms
rip tide of tentacles
underwater currents
the black ink indelible
syphoned protection
can’t see the circling sharks
in my cocoon of false shadows
a surreal embrace
suction caps in action
in surprise
that it is me who
holds on for dear life
a fairy tale because a dolphin
comes to my rescue
until I glow in the dark
disentangle my fear
make friends with an imagined foe
condense spray into light
dissolve and reflect on
what could have been if I
had not been at rock bottom
not caved in to the pressure
sometimes life sheds its meaning
in dubious squirts
allegories and metaphors
until you dive in murky gloom
and take a tight squeeze
decompress on ascent
accept inklings of surrender
16th April 2021
A bore hole of fantasy once you dig deep in your mind
Ennui converts into Feng Shui
All you need is a dustpan and brush to sift through your pain
Some archaeological DIY tools
Become a geologist and mine your very own thoughts
Explore tedium and lassitude malaise and confusion
Search for gold dust among the ruins of weariness
Forage for contentment meaning and reason
Beware of alchemy and doomed prophets hanging from false ceilings above
Precious ink from your fountain needs time to sink in
Loneliness bears the potential for solitude and completion
Side effects are intended results
Submerge yourself in an ocean of unlimited reflection
Dive carefully but you must take the plunge
Hold your breath when you reach the sediment of your emotions
But decompress your melancholy sorrows
The anchor of hope awaits the mariner draped in sea weed and love
An octopus guides to an eight fold noble path
I am not drowning but waving in private resolve gratitude and peace
At times upside down but buoyant as a kite in the sky
03rd March 2020
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