Long Calmness Poems
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We all struggle to understand,
It's almost always never about our plans,
He places us where we need to be,
There's a huge difference between wants and needs,
God knows our hearts better than we know our own
He knows what we need here before we travel back home,
The people, the places, the times we must share,
We must learn to trust that he's holding us there,
Adapting to change while holding his hand,
Through the calmness and the storms He helps us to stand,
It's not me leading my life's destination,
As much as it is His spirit guiding my direction,
So with age, and time the less I question,
I trust in Him more than my own reflection.
He died in a sudden
in a world untamed
and a burden
to his own flailing calmness
yet nevertheless
Hegg was dead
dead for her and for her
the earth, kingdoms, seas
and all under
no more was her Roderow
and though
there somewhere
both, and at night both flew
the streets of the town
heard of the two
singing songs around headstones
to tempt bones
free, they flee
fun, they had fun
and play, Hegg still played
alone never done
though she felt him around
that creaking sound
floorboard chords
his beloved now sat, left alone
lost while Roderow troubled
ornaments at home
trying to get her attention
or something
she could feel
so through age and through love
sweet candle, sweet flame they were
though they’d played in their frolic
but he was the witch, not her
Under the shadow of the ancient moon and whispering stars,
Through the valley of thoughts where our secrets sway,
Thus begins the translucent tale, hidden beneath the veil of the evening,
A saga of longing, woven into the woman's heart, that wandering pearl.
The woman, this enigma who does not bow to fate,
Watches as love unravels and is stitched together, moment by moment,
Like leaves that dance in rhythm with the wind that carries them,
And in the lap of silence, a murmur of melancholy gently rolls them.
Allowing herself to be bounded, not by the grass of endless fields,
But by the enclosed courtyard of the heart, where the echo of desires lies,
An ancient fortress, with walls lined by hope and sadness,
Where the sea of remembrances breaks its waves with noise, on the cliffs of regret.
Men, in search of embers to ignite the flames of longing,
Encounter the woman with an abyssal heart, who keeps the mysteries,
With the calmness of waiting, with a gentleness shaded by silence and dreams,
Like the sun that rests in the arms of the sky, unhurried.
Their eyes, mirrors of the nights that tirelessly weave fate,
Bear in their souls the echoes of a love, gentle and endless,
A serenity that does not ask, does not claim, does not fight on the paths of fate,
A murmur that simply is, within the quiet rhythm of the beating heart.
And so perhaps the heart may finally comprehend, the secret of love,
Not the blind search, nor the devouring desire, but the simple existence,
Women, robed in grace and finesse, discern this teaching,
That in true connection, the essence is not to have, but simply to be loved.
O'er many a stormy water,
between raging storms we see
a time of peace, tranquility,
a calmness - time to be.
When we think we travel the road alone,
when life is all despair;
reach out to distant far flung friends
and let us show we care!
We may not be able to lend a hand,
but we can a friendly ear.
By listening, give you voice - to make a stand,
allow that shed of tear.
To know we are not by ourself,
find things in life are 'fun'.
To recognise we're not on a shelf,
Our lives but just begun.
For each has a place upon this earth,
though sometimes it's hard to see;
but if we kew what to expect from birth -
we might not want to be.
Those who help others are angels,
that dwell within this world;
each has his own wrangles,
but when shared they become unfurled.
So I repeat
When we think we travel the road alone,
when life is all despair;
reach out to distant far flung friends
and let us show we care!
Ah, God, with your
, mighty, majestic
wings flying around the
refulgent, lovely creek ,
protect us from everything , I beseech
You to prevail everywhere peace and
calmness. A green bird is adorned with
ecstatic , blue aroma.
Oh, blue dove, break the unbounded,
unbreakable chains, to abide in
an unwavering rejoicing and, in your dreamy
unchained Land.
Ah, rambling roses stemms the
stormy, tempestuous fetters
of the dark, from dominating
the celestial, overcast sky.
The invincible, dauntless lily gazing at
the enchanting dawn
shielding against the ashen , inky demise.
Oh, green dream always succumb
to the unfearing, splendid Hill.
Ah! feathery , mellifluous brook suffuses
the radiant, unflagging sunrise
A Reprieve
Alone the banks of the river Pitt.
Such a beautiful day in which to sit.
Mother Nature, before me, at her beat.
I, in mind, in soul and in thought, do rest
my spirit within the bright blue sky.
Do gaze into the past, fill my inner eye.
No haze to vail the many shades of green
that lay in the foreground of this serene scene.
In the background stands – in all her spender,
Baker, a mighty pyramid in crystals of pure white
that bring a coolness, a calmness to my sight
and I realize, there are so many who defend her.
All the while – at my feet – in the shallows, dance
a Great Blue, who, on stilts, takes her stance.
In her cobra like coiling she strikes out
into the shallows, then saunters about
searching for a late dinner or early supper.
A shadow appears above,- in stealth – her.
Suddenly, to wing she chases away
the threat to her territory, her pray.
B. J. “A” 2 ( Bill . )
June 18th 2004
You are the colour of night to me
and the hue of my dawn.
My waking moments awash with a blurred-edge grey,
the fur of some beast,
all teeth
to devour and savour sweet wine
from my veins.
A languid stretch of Eau de Nil
to coax me through these endless mornings,
thinner, waxen thoughts that melt
away
and slip beneath the surface of the
pale water, paler day.
Some immaculate hour,
fulfilled with sap and sunlight,
ripens on the vine and then
splits, spilling jewels of all shades
to the golden baked afternoon.
The wolf returns, ashen, full of calmness.
Starkly cloudless, the mad sky screams darkness
back into passing dreams that will come here tonight.
My mind is torn in two by you,
colour of night, hue of my dawn.
Om Bhoor Bhuwah swaha, Tat Savitur Varenyam, Bhargo Devasya Dheemahi, Dhiyo Yo Naha Prachodayat."
May the Almighty God illuminate our intellect to lead us along the righteous path
In the stillness of the night a sparrow sleeps wings closed
whispering to the moon secrets heldfast at sorrows door
chasms of fear in the bottom of my bottomless pit, I pray
that morning will come to break the stars for sake of sun
In calmness of this stillborn eve I wait for freeze and wind
trampling of wild animals in my forest glen will not rescind
until the break of day arrives to feather alleys of the dark
I will soar with creatures in the ticket of a charcoal night
Moon secrets held fast at Mystic's door of Grace I embrace
the blackboard dove of light that knows to crow a magic spell
my gown of stygian silk is tangled in the stars that shine out
and I am willing it to sweep the dark for sake of blessed light.
December 28, 2020
Lift yourself slowly,
beat time thoroughly,
and don't skip process,
what progress undress!
A good start off fright,
doesn't light each night,
but puts fear behind,
doubt and hope combined.
No matter how small,
push through as you crawl...
mind not a rough start,
but take dream(s) to heart.
Avoid distraction;
cum satisfaction,
on how it should be-
which your plan(s) foresee!
It doesn't matter,
how your plans scatter,
the field study's sketch
of what you could fetch.
From the point of sale,
your head fix and scale,
with timing prowess,
to last night's calmness
Waiting for success,
morning puts to stress,
in delightful pain
cum monetary gain.
Be it as it may,
hustle everyday,
for daily bread's sake,
and nice future cake.
But never hold past
mistakes in contrast,
to why present fail.
do avoid its jail!
That could lock focus,
tied to its locus-
where the two do meet...
draw wants to defeat.
Needs future rest on,
if present has won
focus over fear,
that learned of past tear.
Future would have shape,
when past tears escape.
present then rebuild
dreams to be fulfilled.
Solar had risen from the lake’s bed to bless
He removed the night’s veil of blindness
Solar had risen in the far East to bless
He brought the daytime’s peace and calmness
Solar had risen high up as God’s sigil
All watchmen and guards broke night’s vigil
Solar had risen in the far East to cleanse
It gave sweetness to fruits and flowers’ stems
Solar had risen in the East as God’s lens
Sharp toothed reptiles and beasts hide in their dens
Solar had risen in the East unchained
Wounds are now gently eased from biting pain
Solar came with his limitless goodness
Then men came hunting in his brightness
Just as the First Man came out of the greatness
And shone light on the world’s bleak darkness
All the world’s beasts came out of their black caves
To hunt for his pearls scattered in graves
Solar had risen in the East as Christ’s knight
A sign of eons’ splendour so bright
Solar had risen in the East for Earth’s plight
To give the might of their cosmic light
Solar had risen in the East with no slack
With beauty that floods each crack and gap
Solar had risen before all life began
He blows peace into each beast and man
Solar had risen as part of life’s plan
Souls freed from earth and sky in there span
Solar was pulled up for Jesus’s plight
He gave sweetness to the cross of light
Solar left this small world with his great might
Leaving all those awake in much flight
Like the Last Statue will leave for the height
At the last hour of the world’s plight
When the statue of white light has been made
Darkness will be trapped in night decayed