The sun's ventures to scorch the blossoms fail.
Goddesses Maia and Lakshmi sail.
Pre-monsoon drizzles cool the environs.
Optimism spreads wings, hushing storm's sirens.
Human forms are moulded to merriment
With the leaven of truth, good deeds ferment.
Clear conscience cascades from the divine source.
As a gentle breeze, love becomes life force.
For the tillers of land, it's a fair season.
In creating this, God has his reason.
As graces reach the zenith of goodness
May the Divine lead all towards fullness!
Categories:
hushing, life, seasons,
Form: Rhyme
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Categories:
hushing, happiness, rain,
Form: Haiku
Written: June 22, 2025, for contest: Sponsored by: Joseph May
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Pristine splendor, saunter dark path
I glimpse mandrakes in sparkling gleams
Orrery hymns swirl in sharp wrath—
Pristine splendor
I hope my tender truism teems
The delights of daylight might bathe
In aureate blooms and blest beams
Shades of lilac writhe through dark lath,
Hushing zephyrs, snuggle word-streams
Heart lilt, bearing proud thorns of cath—
Pristine splendor
Categories:
hushing, appreciation, beauty,
Form: Roundel
as of instinct
mind questions
creating a ripple
put to rest in heart
witness consciousness
always poised in the void
watches the body urn burn
wherein the ego is vaporised
the linear time continuum stills
hushing the blush of our soul
transmuting as a love flame
light shaped by His hand
no labels are assigned
to this magical dance
in this dream realm
reflecting His will
Categories:
hushing, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
The muse has no hushing.
My voice needs no shushing,
A baby boomer scribbling,
At my brain, muse nibbling,
Cool to create,
Thoughts i relate,
While world is yawning,
I write in the morning,
Verbose or terse,
My muse here in verse!
Categories:
hushing, appreciation, encouraging, fun, identity,
Form: Rhyme
The season’s subtle winds bring change, from the skies
to the mountains, bearing an autumnal overcoat
boasting gold, orange, and scarlet, gradually
hushing to a dying chestnut brown.
Soon, the warming of spring will throw back its head,
laughing at crocuses and daffodils daring to
bloom above winter’s malingering snow.
The pulse of dawn captures me in its taciturn wake.
Above, the trees shed the last of their death and
blend in with the persistence of the evergreen.
I slowly bend and bleed with the horizon’s edge and
hold summer by the hand, laughing and
giving autumn a nod, knowing he’d be back
one day.
Categories:
hushing, nature,
Form: Other
Written By:
Traducir Al Spaniel'
A.K.A El Alborotado
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To support all of this emotion
to take everything in stride
to up lift to and to encourage
put all that doubt and envy aside
how can go on saying
when so many want me o fail
hold my head up and keep on stibing
hoping one day I would prevail
Keep me grooving to the music
gone darling do your thang
breakfast was so delicious
Darling you treat me like a King
about yesterday I apologize
but don't keep doing that sorta thing
Your Ole man
started hushing
stopped talking when I came around
he get up when I started sitting
acting like he didn't want me around
his actions both subtle and overt
had an impact on everything
made me feel like ah fifth wheel
put a dark cloud on everything
got mad and started cussin
that's not a nice or respectful thing
got in the way of our performance
putting a damper on everything
now I'm ah red eyed stranger
a tear drop fell in my beer
all that cussin and fussin
is such annoyance
it put's ah damper on everything
Categories:
hushing, music, sports,
Form: Ballad
When nightfall dips in palest of gold
I feel a sense of indignity,
As owl's melody loses its eloquence
Through the absence of a safe abode;
Where quietude calls for avian coos
The kind which never seeks to intrude…
And its orbed eyes larger than neons, freeze
In need of natue's hued, aerial parade---
Startled, bird's forest trail is washed out
By mourning dew of poison
Denying the barren woods of nourishment
while allowing thieves to skin owl feathers,
mangled talons like so, wasted ---
Wise keeper of secrets, hushing the noise.
Life marvels at your nocturnal guardianship
yet, this world shares not your moonlit toots
lithography of hills no longer owns
your delicate interludes of silence...
Man ravages bird navel, flesh , and plumes
For trading quests, for self- interest ---
Can this earthly slaughter cease
sucking nectar soil of birds dry?
Somehow, I still hail the dwindling number
of hooting owls
Which believes that the next generations
will wander on an environ,
Soaring their wings... joyously free at last.
Categories:
hushing, bird, dedication,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Blooming flower in Spring's light,
Petals blooming without fright.
Wandering breezes yet to grow,
Still moving ever slow.
Sunshine touching the skin,
Light finding the areas within.
Sweet fragrance of Morning's dew,
How can I ever forget the scent of you?
Your thorny Rose draws blood,
An emotional sky lets loose a flood.
Tears from the clouds to help you grow,
Your roots hushing the rivers full of Roe.
Awaken pretty flower to the Sun's light,
Soak in the warmth after the Moon's light.
All the darkness from the Night's cold,
Turns the forthcoming dawn's brilliant light into gold.
Categories:
hushing, beautiful, loneliness, meaningful, myth,
Form: Rhyme
“The Marketplace”
Today the marketplace is open.
Ready with crisp linens for handfuls of gold.
Hordes of buyers stomp the asphalt
scurrying by and through to the next.
I have worn my smile.
My hair is wind-born.
smelling of burnt amber and roses.
My dress, summer silk, covers my flesh -
Tones like island-bronze.
And I have worn my smile.
I banter over prices, politely.
Others haggle, fussing, who is next.
I, alone in my company, solo with passing
memories of your hands on my face.
I show everyone my smile.
Evening approaches, hushing the buzz of the crowd.
Memories of you sink into the dark...
falling with my head upon my pillow.
I remember walking the marketplace with you
and how you made me smile.
Categories:
hushing, absence, emotions, longing, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse
III.
It used to be that a school girl
in a bathroom was safe,
away from predators while in
a vulnerable state.
But now weaponized ‘compassion’
for the mentally ill
puts confused men in there with them,
some will rape, yes, they will.
We’ve already seen it happen
in our damn public schools,
they’re been caught hushing it all up,
these evil, programmed fools!
When you stop and think about it,
the sheer audacity,
that rape is less of a big deal
then false ‘identify?!’
I think it is moral to say,
and on this I wont’ move,
girls shouldn't have to see male parts
when in the changing room.
We all know what the predators
are going to do next,
say, “I’m a woman,” go on in,
and force girls into sex.
All to pander to some sick man’s
entitled point of view,
see the evil and don’t forget
what was taken from you.
Categories:
hushing, america, culture, evil, loss,
Form: Rhyme
Stared at two passionate lines for the longest time!
What I wrote…as if in a trance, is this a verse?
Tears fell, one after another…
Every drop, every translucent pearl of grief
Long encased in a shell of hope and disappointment...
I was rapt with a feeling of purification,
This was my holy place, a poem was my offering!
A wrong decision in youth caused insurmountable uphill struggle,
Shutting my eyes, clenching my fist, hushing my voice!
Finally a drizzle of rain from heaven quenching my starving lyrical soul,
Phoenix rising from the ashes, this is Me!
My creativity was back, negativity disappeared in a mist,
There is unselfish love in this world, there is miraculous compassion
Expressing myself in rhymes made sense to me, Poetry made me feel whole....
Days are gone when I felt despondent and trivial,
Drowning in verses, found my catharsis - an existence significativa!
Categories:
hushing, inspiration, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Days come and days go, again and again
rushing forward, knowing it'll never slow.
Modus long before first life could begin,
crossed the cosmic face of sun's starry glow.
Time turns into weeks and melts into years.
Years form a towering silent spiral.
Solar powers play with our human fears,
mortality is the prime denial.
Each trip, thinking God is the Solar One -
while hushing this ticking head's twirling spin.
Before the end, when all living is done;
seize this stellar journey that's ever been.
One's long life is not a matter of pride.
It's how we all have helped while on our ride.
104 words Sonnet
Categories:
hushing, god, journey, life, star,
Form: Sonnet
Tiny phonograph with a small turntable,
Her child toy that lights up her eyes.
As it spins and turns with its now blurred label.,
It plays the songs in Mother Goose guise.
She becomes mesmerized, unable to leave.
Her sight is fixed on the round plate.
Has it become magic? What can she believe?
Quiet time's gift is parent's placate.
One day it happens! Rising up from the floor,
Songbird machine, made to enthrall,
Lisps forth a sad song as it floats out the door.
Hushing her thoughts, she looks at the wall
Categories:
hushing, child, music,
Form: Rhyme
A sand weight walking in a noon
Slumber stutter and sun moon fiasco
Lit morning and walking in shrill
Not many come keeping away the judge
As finally roaming as a sand world casted
The REM moods of inside mettle
And the sandman scoops for noontime
Abreast be less full of oneself
Hushing those whispers by a bent elbow brush
The trees escaping into blue
Yet the furnishings swooping the mystique
Varied by the dreamscape so flash
The moon tearing, the sun flaring
Upside down in the gases of apocalypse
Cunning the steady swoop of the pendulum
Clipping the utterances of a Latin hazard slay
Categories:
hushing, anxiety, emotions, good morning,
Form: Free verse
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