Torment tempests perish psyche
Anguished anger blazes the maligned mind
Seethes sad life to cinder cake
Agony ashes soar to fly far
Bleakness blurs dark despair
Enticed essence seeks solace in
Halcyon hope of rare rapture
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I notice the halcyon spaces between my thoughts. Thoughts come and go, but spaces are always there—between written words, between objects, between thoughts, between sounds, between words, between musical notes, and inside a cup—around and inside it. Spaces are everywhere. They’re all the same spaces, and they’re always there.
Before the thoughts came and after they left, the space is. Before the music was born and after it died, the space is. Before the words were written and after the words are read, the space is. Before and after death, the space is. All these spaces are the same.
space is the entrance
the transformative vortex
window to Spirit
MY DAYS NOW HALCYON
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I embrace the sun's lavender glow,
for time has etched my story,
one of wisdom, silent knowing
an ancient river softly flowing.
Refrain:
sepia memories have come and gone
reflecting upon my days now halcyon
these eyes have seen a thousand dawns
regretting times when others I did wrong
self-forgiveness becomes my swan song
wondering if in my waning years I’ll be strong.
Refrain
sepia memories have come and gone
reflecting upon my days now halcyon
the temperament’s softened with the years,
sometimes remembering trails of a million tears,
those invisible ones that cascaded down my face
a steady stream sourced at the river of my fears.
Refrain
sepia memories have come and gone
reflecting upon my days now halcyon
soul has grown through time’s refrain
and my heart now beats a tolerant, gentle rhythm,
for it knows of love, of joy, of sorrow's schism.
its chambers beating with strength of life’s true wisdom.
Refrain
sepia memories have come and gone
reflecting upon my days now halcyon
Through the beige isle, veins of green holler aloud
Lush foliages of maple, yet I pick upon a rosebud
Mists of sentiment brabble, springing whistles of reminiscing
From the floor, they call out to me, unrelenting
I kept at it, pacing across the vast meadow
Lights begin to dim, even so, I shall escape under the nightly glow
Along the paths, I turned over, my gaze fixed on a lonely, yet luminous flower
Gasping for its life, each breath drew me closer, soon after, I saw it flicker
Taken aback, with these bare hands, I gave it my company
As it swayed, we fell in harmony
The fickle daffodil bathed in silence, hapless, it let out a thud
Gently, sunlight veiled its charcoal petals, a light breeze blew, and I too shall return to mud
Written: April 13, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Constance La France
Quote: "Let the water settle and you will see the moon and stars mirrored in your being," By Rumi
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Oat flakes float over the pale golden sky,
A white moon floats easily over land awry,
A shining reflection waltzes in your brown eye.
Your golden shade suits my dulcet face,
Glaucous clouds wrap seagulls as they pace,
Roses chilly hands ignite your heated place.
Soak it all in while I built a sandcastle—our empire,
A soft, wild cry from the coast, where we fire,
Seashells, salt and sand spats, our hearts wire.
Postcard-worthy memories cram my halcyon mind,
I'm catching a glimpse of moon face from behind.
the woods are my most halcyon place
peaceful are the violets and the moss
there is no hurry, no frenzied space
if you have never been there, it is your loss.
Angela spoke to Bob, then they hopped in a Taxi and took a ride through the '80s. Prince decided to join in, but he wanted to go fast, so he took a Little Red Corvette and parked the Mercedes.
Cruising, riding, cruising the '80s. Fun, happy, and free for sure, with very few maybes.
Michael Knight pressed the gas as he fought crime with his good friend KITT. Bo, Daisy, and Luke joined the fun while running some 'shine' and outsmarting Boss Hogg, leaving him in a pit
Bruce Banner chose a pair of Rockports and a backpack to hide his green side. Crockett and Tubbs could feel it 'In the Air Tonight' as they cruised the south side.
Cheers to riding to a place where everybody knows your name
A place where you were sure to see: Sam, Diane, Norm, Cliff, Carla, and a new friend just the same
Cruising, riding, cruising the '80s. Fun, happy, and free for sure, with very few maybes.
Yes, cruising.
Not only on roads but also through the air to Fantasy Island and across the big blue seas; romance and adventure filled the air on The Love Boat, embracing the breeze.
There’s a walk back in time,
A journey to amiable clime,
Days of tranquil sojourn,
Days away from the gloomy region.
My chamber didn’t hunger for light,
There were few monsters to fight,
The meadow had no lurking shadow,
It was a desire to look through the window.
Though the days had their troubles,
They were not eerie bubbles,
There was no overcast in my room,
I wasn't saddled with shifting gloom.
I look into today’s portrait,
And wonder why the lanes are not strait,
I remember what my father had said,
I remember all I have read.
"Halcyon moments are privileges for the destitute.", by the poet
The nectarous voices are whispering bye,
as seasons substitute one for the other,
remodeling landscapes harmoniously,
~~subtle surrenders,
A balmy brush of sand granules shifts a beach,
while warm bodies lie are gloriously blessed,
ere a quarterly sunset soothingly sound,
~~humid loses fair,
Pastoral renders reconciliation,
as a glamorous nature fluctuates gleam,
anon vividness slowly acquiesces,
~~restful greenroom folds,
Milk-warm coolly sedates creaminess cascades,
cushioning mellow fields of snowy delights,
entreating eyes amidst shimmering pleasures
~~picturesque shuffles.
oh, the days! the days I wish I could get back;
sandwiched between my book of fond memories.
no days like the halcyon days of summer...
one blink and they're gone.
if only I could go far back in time to
the happy tranquility i used to know;
outdoors with my Dad as he fed the pigeons...
how I miss those times!
days are colder; I miss the warmth of the sun.
swallows have disappeared like days of my youth.
i long to see them fly in the sky again...
come back, dear summer.
“Doing what you love is freedom. Loving what you do is happiness.”
Lana Del Rey
Happiness with peace for the masses comes sporadically,
And at times it feels like periods of great prosperity or
Long-lasting peace has come not often throughout history.
Changes in politics or times of trouble or war
Yank away the good times causing for many stress or tragedy.
Oh, how I long for the ‘80’s. Down came a mighty wall!
No recent decade can match it, and I was having a ball!
Halcyon – 10-6-23
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Halcyon
Across the still and placid lake
Halcyon drifts
In misty cloaks of tranquility
Stitched with twilight patches of contentment,
Bits of unbound moonlight
Bow
In courtly minuets
On adagio waves
Then lightly skim the face of the shore
With twilight fragments
Of fading mauve
As velvet vespers of soft chimes
Calm the ghostly wraiths of torrid afternoons
With dusky balms,
To slowly stumble into mantles of lavender’s eiderdown
Wrapped in shawls of gently rocking barcaroles
As doves and nightingales
Sing remnants of dawn and dusk
Into lyric seams of rounded swells
Capturing serenity in the cloth of fading light
Shedding calm shadows on untroubled waters.
HALCYON DAYS
Seeing the past through rose coloured glasses
And memories with a tinge of happier times
Was it always the case that the past was nice
And never subject to the cold of frost or ice
I’m sure all prefer when temperature climbs
As sun is revealed when a dark cloud passes
Those halcyon days were probably tainted
By challenges that brought the mood down
Every artwork hides a mistaken brushstroke
Forgetting when that emotional dam broke
Yet not every occurrence deserves a frown
As happiness emerges in a finished painting
Might one really want to relive those days
Yes, there were good times and pleasure
But finding joy in one’s current existence
It is preferable to good times at a distance
There’s no comparison, by any measure
Enjoy the present, the past a mere phase
Halcyon
brightly, tropical
charming, waves, calm
kingfisher, bird, sea, nest
favored, prospered, tranquilize, calm
joyful, carefree, thriving, flourishing
kingfisher
Written: June 20, 2023
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Within the depths of an opulent lagoon,
Where the waters dance to a mellifluous tune,
A harbinger of joy, a scintilla of light,
Unfolds a tale of halcyon delight.
In this serene oasis, a haven of peace,
Where time metamorphoses and worries cease,
The lilt of laughter fills the air.
A pastiche of colors beyond compare.
As the sun paints the sky in hues of gold,
The lagoon's beauty, a story to be told,
A palimpsest of memories, etched in time,
Each ripple is a chapter-each whisper is a rhyme.
My delight soared dulcetly, like a bird in flight.
In the cynosure of bright stars and an auric sight.
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