Long Abating Poems
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Love’s Sonnet
Tattered womb, shred by sharp blades of regret,
Weighed down by rough millstones, dark as shame,
Pale dawn stumbles from midnight to forget -
Stinging acids scar through showers of blame.
A whisper of consolation murmurs,
Infused with the incense of compassion,
A harbinger of enchanted grace demurs
Spellbound, purified enigmas refashioned
Love, like a lyric – a lady in waiting –
Steps out of ebony’s clinging shadows
Releasing hard night with nightmares abating
The pall of shrouds rent by empathy’s glow.
The chivalry of love – a silk caress –
Eternal perfection, fulfills love’s quest.
It's a voice from inside, that hopefully will let you know
Telling you its side, as its weight begins to grow
Over and over its case it keeps debating reminding you of when
And even after finally abating still reminds you now and then
Some have voices that are loud, and some voices are no longer there
Some are tedious and proud and yet others don't really care
But this voice is truly you saying what in reality is fair
And so this voice is true as it is your own essence bare
Advice you should heed or maybe it too will leave
Forget avarice and greed oh how easily they can deceive
So now you face this choice of who you really are
Knowing listening to this voice has always keep you on par
And even now it is speaking to you reminding you of your past
Saying what was really true in a life that has moved so fast
Only having your interest at heart and telling you from day one
Be careful in all that you do for from me you can not run
Who am I
to give Light's sway
to Earthly kindness?
Who am I
to praise
love's bold told synergy?
sun sung soprano
diva voiced
Through life's more challenged
LeftBrain capitalized energies
fearing dark base shunning
echoing not yet mind dead
predicting bare survival choice.
Yet choice
may here
and there be wrongly voiced
regarding numerous sins
without apparent othered victims
preferring to expand
win/win resilient
thriving to rejoice
is obviously more brilliant
Restoring justice
non-verbally unchoiced
sacred Whole Identity Systems
could become our mind repletely full
of fertile health solutions
reseen as wealthier
when just-right
choice
To avoid further trauma narratives
degenerating loss
losing fried-out markets
to support a regenerating win/win land
where 1 is not
not also 0 empty nonchoice
out to sea
In/out
Back/forth mindful
of timely voice
sung sapient and signed silent
inside thoughtful
Integrity's rejoice
For resiliently healthy
universally salvific
synergetic
win/win wealthy
making
Baking
up-shaking
frosting on the cake
remaking
Abating win-1 to lose-0
less than restoring resonant kindness
Yang and Yin's binomial rebalance
choice
When mindful with this quest
for who are We to give
Light's empowering sway
to Earth-compassioned
wealthy choice?
Of faith
We're all doing our therapeutic best
toward a trauma prevention Earth
easing off inside loathing diatribes
becoming Kindness Tribe
full-voiced
Curiously repeating
How do we already
give Light's empowering sway
to grow Earthy kindness?
To know
when our mindful care
leaves just enough time
to generously let go.
Long past war’s fading drumbeats
And beyond the miasmic mists of time
Run undercurrents that displace peace
And fancied futures hoped sublime.
Once staccato beats of war drums abate
Far from war graves and their dead,
We find loved ones’ dismal fates
And lonely lives now filled with dread.
Soldier’s sojourn in the dash dividing
Dates on their eroding tombstones
Remind us that their lives, though exciting,
Ended not with hope but love unsown.
Once draftee’s dreams become forgotten
And their past romances are long since lost,
All that remains is what God left them
And scars they earned at frightful costs.
We too, wonder what will become of us
And we hope to pass our test divine
Once life’s abating hoofbeats leave us
And we’re enveloped by the fog of time.
Who will remember who we were?
Who will proclaim, “I KNEW THEM WELL?”
Who will stop and silently ponder
What our tombstone epitaphs fail to tell.
Of all that is nature, I admire…
the song of night is best.
The frogs and birds and insect writhe,
the breeze in trees undressed.
Do you hear the whistling train,
the sounds of far off laughter?
Can you cull the lullaby sung...
the peace that we’re all after?
The hoot of owl, the bark of dog
the crackle of a fireplace
The whirl of wheels on roadway
as homeward fathers race.
The creak of steps, the tone of clock,
the call of wild cats mating,
each tone rings loud upon the ear
of man, as sun’s abating.
So, I long, for the deep dark night,
when sounds are few and cautious,
when dreams flit by on fluttering eye
about our loved ones, oh so, precious.
Poet:D. Guzzi
Date:9/27/11
Last summer I enjoyed a dream vacation,
when I was filled to the brim with satisfaction.
I made a trip to the lofty heights of the Sikkim Himalaya,
where I got what I searched for, the feeling of euphoria.
Iridescent sky descended with an aquamarine lid,
from frozen heights azure glaciers glided down to feed.
a pristine lake I saw encased within a quiet basin,
over its mirror-like waters, stillness wafted in air thin.
Nature painted a divine scene I saw on that vacation,
while by the lake I stood soaked in joy and exultation.
Crystalline waters exuded the calmness I sought,
my body in placid reflection my eyes caught.
On calm waters I perceived the essence of my entity,
feeling content, I found a place of tranquility.
The lake water was so very clear and so virgin,
looking at its depth was like plunging deep within.
Abating my mental pangs, venting agony from abyss,
my serene soul floated in the ecstasy of fluid bliss.
In enchanting loneliness the few days I spent,
I reckoned as the precious gift God had sent.
That was the trip I’m glad I took, for I found a new me,
etched indelibly in the memory, till the end I’ll see.
Shrouded by the shadows of sin and fear,
Shackled by defeat and despair,
Depression an unwelcome anchor,
Weighed me down, had me gasping for air.
No light could I see in the darkness.
No abating of sin's guilt and grief.
Until I cried out for redemption,
And God answered and brought sweet relief.
Christ died so I could be rescued,
His righteousness exchanged for my sin.
Christ's blood washed away my transgressions,
And brought me new life within.
The Light of the World is Jesus,
All darkness must flee at His name.
No longer do I live in the shadows.
Thank you, Jesus, I'll never be the same!
7/14/2013
For Gail Angel Doyle's "Coming Out of the Shadows" contest.
When I appear there Nature seems to
Dance and dance and dance,
When I disappear she is prone to
Weep and weep and weep.
Withdraws all clouds from sky to set a
Splendid scenery,
So that me rising from the river
Afresh may there espy.
Whether it sun or shower or snow or
Storm, when I arise
To set my arms, the setting Sun
Certainly will be there.
Women who go to the river for bathing
Choose my choicy time,
So that there they may bathe in warm and
Yellow sunshine time.
Now here a plant blossoms and blooms and
Soon another there,
Here Spring is reappearing, with her
Bring all beauties back.
Nature is dancing with her rhythmic
Steps and divine smile,
Why can't I row a boat here swaying
To and fro on waves?
The valleys wear their flowery carpets,
And the mountains are
Once again clad in colours, such this
Sylvan scene is set.
White cranes are there always on serene
Haunted islets sit,
Or stand by whiter cows there grazing
O'er the lushy green.
Suppose some Beauty glance and dance in
This wild atmosphere,
Then surely that's a dance to see, when
Mother Nature dance.
So Nature takes the pen out of my
Hands and writes for me,
May that there me, the clouds and cranes and
Cows and waves witness.
On cloudy days, practically there will be no sun to see. But it was my insistence that when I rise up after bathing in the river and look up to the sky, the sun should be there in the western horizon for me to worship. If it is a heavy raining day, I will select the time to go to the river according to when the rain will have a possibility of abating. Even on the heaviest raining days in the east, nature is benevolent enough to uncover sun at least for a few seconds. I will select this time to rise up from the river with my eyes closed and fervently wishing for father sun to be there when I open my eyes. With closed eyes when we look westward, standing river fresh, I don't know what makes it happen but the sun will always be there though sometimes be for only a few seconds. It is like this life-giver listens to fervent wishes of his off-springs and grants them.
A Poem By P.S.Remesh Chandran. Editor, Sahyadri Books & Bloom Books. Trivandrum.
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I can still remember my tiny hand in yours,
loving me so tender regardless of my flaws.
Holding me so tightly as lightning lit the skies,
singing to me nightly until i closed my eyes.
Wiping frustrated tears as often as i fell,
abating all my fears when i was not well.
I became a terror so you became my friend,
steered me from my error watched me till the end.
I became a man crafted by your heart,
giving all you can so my adult life could start.
I know it was a sunday the day you passed away,
because it was my birthday on that very day.
Even at the end you gave with all your heart,
my birthday we will spend together not apart.
Nothing ever dies your always with me mum,
in my daughters eyes and the father ive become.
I listen to whimpers as duskfall nears
Finding a gangly waif rile from burnt skin;
My feet throttles along…his grin appears
With palm half-filled with dimes circling therein.
We talk warmly about this waif's despair
Of how prayers- heal abating such plight--
As he shares moist wheat-bread in hours that bear
A street child’s gentle spirit… on etch of night
Gazing far I see the boy wave his arm
As if to echo our words that console :
But from heart’s pit, he enkindles a charm
Restoring my sense of kindness… now whole.
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3rd place
NA- Re-run 7 Contest of John Hamilton
Originally Written 6/9/2020
Judged 6/9/2020 Re-submitted 6/14/2020