A fading sunset warmly glows
On woodland touched by Autumn's clay
And trickling down, a soft rainfall
Beneath a copper frame of sky--
My humming senses grasp the patter
Like keepers in a serenade
To taste a calmness that renews
Ripe budding of soul's gentle drift.
Mellow the sound passing through shrubs
A constant wait for drizzles to tap,
That silence holds its own language
Where grasses meet my eyes, humbled
By droplets that heal sweet forgiving...
Through graceful bows of moistened leaves.
I lay upon the lucent straws of gust
Till downhill walk takes me back home.
Golf loving Paddy from sunny Glambole
was truly a gentle fun-loving soul
but he was a big bloke,
he took a well-aimed stroke
Sara the caddy yelled "wrong hole, wrong hole”
I’m fascinated
by all elephant wisdom
watching a movie
they walked through a hotel hall
as quietly as the ghosts...
a shy drizzle touches the tired, parched earth
lawns lift their heads, remembering green
dust loosens its grip on windowsills
air cools, carrying the promise of change
porches and people breathe easier
Storms are passing with
The heat I could not stand,
The days drag on so slow as
Summer's flames were fanned
Winds calmed the burn
Yet it lingered there,
As stubborn as ever
Hanging on in the air
Just when I thought
That I was truly done,
Then came the rain
And a more gentle sun.
golden sun descends
fall`s soft breeze begins to stir
leaves turn red and gold
nature`s cycle starts anew
a quiet peace settles in.
Did you embrace the shadow I became?
My quiet hands, still tethered to grace.
The world whispers, shaping me in flame.
Fangs grow where soft words once took their place.
My quiet hands, still tethered to grace,
Hold against ruin, the weight of despair.
Fangs grow where soft words once took their place,
Yet tenderness lingers beneath the glare.
Hold against ruin, the weight of despair.
Is my kindness lost, devoured by grief?
Yet tenderness lingers beneath the glare—
Monsters are myth, born seeking relief.
Is my kindness lost, devoured by grief?
The world whispers, shaping me in flame.
Monsters are myth, born seeking relief.
Did you embrace the shadow I became?
A gentle lady’s plight
falls like leaves off a branch in winter
afore beauty coveted in her youth takes flight
as her barren turned roots make
admirers frown in displeasure
her barks covered in snow
turns brittle offering no shade nor fruit
yet the axe-bearers come
hacking at her trunk with relentless brute
and took away what little she had
for themselves to use as fuel
a kindled fire warms their cold stiff bodies
while keeping them full
they looked at each other and said
what wrong did we commit
there were no flowers to appreciate
in the middle of winter they mused
hence they agreed amongst themselves
it was her only value.
When shadows lengthen and the day grows still,
I lean into the quiet, soft and deep,
Just pulling up the blankets for a sleep.
It feels like resting after years of work,
Like sitting down when all the chores are done,
No heavy doubts or fears that try to lurk,
Just watching out the window, the fading sun.
My breathing slows, a simple, steady rhythm,
And all the noise inside begins to clear,
I leave the weight of everyday right with them,
And find a strange, gentle stillness here.
No dramatic exit, no pain to fight or mend,
Just letting go, and letting darkness blend.
Be faithful to me
Obey these commands I placed
Be gentle with me
Your smile is like the quiet
dawn,
A gentle warmth that lingers
on.
With every word and every
glance,
You turn the ordinary to a
dance.
No grand design or poet's
art,
Could map the rhythm of my
heart.
In all this world, so vast and
wide,
I only want to be right by
your side.
Speak with kindness and a gentle heart.
The heart is pure,the smile is sweet
The moves are gentle, never skips to greet
Knows no lies,never intends to cheat
With love and kindness, all must treat.
Grown up tall,with a structure thin
Acts like a child,being a child from within
Every time he smiles, makes you feel you win
All efforts always, are for the happiness to add in
Innocent like a kid,with a thousand watt smile
Jumps and plays,although tired for a while
Nonetheless he is versatile
Of all things, the Smile is really worthwhile...
The silver moon begins to
softly gleam,
To guide you safely to a
gentle dream.
The stars are tucking in the
quiet skies,
As heavy tired eyes close your
sleepy eyes.
Goodnight, sweet dreams,
until the morning sun.
Two hearts blend as one,
Soft as morning's gentle light,
Bound forevermore.
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