Long Quiet down Poems
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There’s a boy who’s face hasn’t even found its shape
His mindscape is a landscape falling in and out of place
He hasn’t quite learned how to grasp and hold his space
He’s foreign to the maze of learning from mistakes
There’s a man with a guitar and a sparrow of a voice
His fingerbones made slender for flipping golden coins
He opens up his mouth and opens up a void
He opens up his mouth, and that’s a lovely noise
There’s flowers in her hair and it’s raining on venus
Mosquitos landing on her legs and sucking out her sweetness
The sparrow man sings quietly in an attempt to reach us
The boy sticks to the tune, though his notes aren’t the cleanest
The tiny houses quiet down, the church is bathed in snow
The boy looks up at the green sky to catch a UFO
The man points bony fingers, the saucer is his home
A giant beam hones in on them, and they’re gone in the glow
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Tonight....10:30 PM....
I can't think straight...ahhhh!
My heart is thumping with love-coated hate! Ahhhh...
The chirping pests get louder and more obnoxious than ever
COULD YOU STOP THAT RACKET?
Shhhh! Dead silence.
The chattering twerps project their voices to the highest extent
COULD YOU PLEASE KEEP YOUR BEAKS SHUT?
ZEEP. DEET! ZEEP. DEET! Commotion fills the apartment.
ZEEP..BLEEP..DEET! Ah! I think I'm going nuts...quiet down...now!
Will you guys stop making noises and sleep for cat's sake
SH! SHHH! SHHHHH! Don't make me scare you!!
Why aren't you brats shutting up? Could you all give me a break!!!!
Do you guys mind?
I'm trying to sleep...I have school tomorrow!
Could you guys find
Another way to communicate...'cause you'll see me building up in anger and you'll know
I mean business... I mean serious business. c:
So don't go there, birds...just do a quiet activity with your herds
Of buddies and your big-beaked turds...
Thanks a lot...now I have a major headache!!!!!!!!!
Don't test my fury...robins! finches! I can still hear your peeps!
Could any of you keep your chirping to a low volume for heaven's sake??!!
Don't bother me...mockingbirds! nightengales! I can't stand your beeps!
The chattering pests get a bit bothersome...then my irritation gets ever so worse...oh, it gets more hideous...more revolting
COULD YOU DO ME A FAVOR AND SLEEP?!
Good night!! Dead silence.
ZEEP! ZEEP! ZEEEEP! - I shake my head...pissed off to the point when I'd tie their beak shut
Hello? DID you hear me? Go to sleep now!!
The commotion ceases as my comfort approaches me...then I sleep in an instant
THANK GOD THOSE BIRDS AREN'T CREATING RACKET
Deet...Zeep...Deet...Zeep...and they rest in gratisfying slumber
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The next day....6:00 AM....
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ZEEEEP!! DEEP! ZEEEP! DEEP!
Thanks for being my weekly alarm clock!
How alarming...my phone alarm didn't go off today!
Thanks for doing something productive, twerps! Now my life isn't full of dismay!
Just STAY silent, you pestering jerks!
Just stay put in the cage...and don't make foolish quirks!
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-DEDICATED to my silly pet finches-
I just need to get some sleep,
As I lay here beneath my quilt,
Yet, I know these words will not keep,
By morning they will die and wilt.
Turning on my lamp, hurts my eyes,
As I sit up in my warm bed,
No matter how hard it tries,
The lines won't remain in my head.
The clock says it's after midnight,
But, poetry waits for no one,
I'll stay up until dawn's early light,
Until I can get this poem done.
If I try to write this tomorrow,
The words will have left my mind,
My heart will break with sorrow,
When the poetry I can no longer find.
I've become a tired, weeping willow,
But, I didn't have a choice,
I want to lay my head on the pillow,
And, try to quiet down this voice.
Wanting to shrug off this shell, break loose from me
Silence that damn hermit, hiccuping under his tree
Trapped inside too long, dormancy dreams to wake
Disgorging bubbly lava, fills in soporific landscapes
Longing to escape soft tissue, cast off mortal bones
Break shackles of mundanity, rid life’s infernal drone
Out there lies all answers, beyond the hermits void
His space mostly perfect, til our Big Bang destroyed
Go forth and multiply, primal stars hypernova like hell
Filling a cosmos with elements, configuring him as well
Hold your tongue hermit, stop humming about in bliss
Stay quiet down that hole, cease fumbling at the abyss
Deeper and deeper, below where basements depress
Sits an altar of incremental tables, poets go to confess
Forget truths algorithm, they’ll fool any polygraph test
And the hermit lies all day long, he meditates for a rest
Breathe in, breathe out, forget about terminal breaths
Don’t underestimate the ether, chants a monk in Tibet
Fill your mind with mindfulness, peace will set you free
Watch them hiccups abate now, our hermit’s all at sea
February 6th 2023 / 2022 Poetry Marathon Qualifiers'
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The mad wind has quiet down and the decree has gone out of the town, something miraculous has taken place and I could hear the children screaming and shouting all over the place and the mood is slowly returning to the base.
The fire had burnt everything out of thee and there was nothing to hold onto except a withered tree, the mountain is on the run and I have mission to complete before the sun comes up; so please give me some time to settle my mind.
The cloud has gone on before me and my spirit has set me free so I took a stroll in the morning air because I have something profound to share but when I look around you were not there and my heart began to fear so I turn my head towards the heaven above and there you were in the center of the sky radiating the symbol of love.
Two moons lying on top of each other conversing with one another unleash the symbolic answer. As far as my eyes could behold it was for real, the dark moon and the white moon glue to the center of the sky and stood in striking distance from my roof.
I was speechless for a while, I had to witness this miracle before I die, it was another encounter with the unknown and I stood there with tears dripping from my eyes staring at two moons locked together and stationed over my roof.
Not a shade of darkness could be found it was just lights all around and I stood there with my conscience speaking to me beckoning you to come and set me free. It remains there for a while and as the sun starts coming out the moons disappeared underneath the clouds.
It was not like it was hidden in the night clouds and darkness was creeping all around, it wasn’t like it was a dream or I was walking in my sleep, it was broad daylight when I stumbled upon two moons lying in the sky in striking distance away from me.
What else is there waiting for me, what is over me that I cannot see, If you can see further than me when my back is turned, tell me what is going around in the galaxy and wait for me by the sea I have a message for thee.
A storm brews a cause for coffee,
Coffee bruise hearts of fears to be,
Dicey fate of affairs,
Lightning strikes and thunder rolls free,
The counting stopped after thirty,
A word to the wise shares,
Precautions have been made, maybe,
Fears will be soothe with more coffee,
Good that there is much cares,
Seems to quiet down a bit wee,
But just keep making more coffee,
Cause we said our prayers,
And the rain has stopped, finally,
Now we can head home most safely,
So we left empty chairs,
For having left rather quickly,
All to our homes, separately,
~~Empty coffee pot bares.
Date: 06/12/2019
Panic or stage fright, oh my,
A crowd awaits, let me sit, oh why?
Better standing, oh the nerves,
Good morning? No, good afternoon it serves.
Oh dear, I don't even know what I'm saying,
How am I feeling? I can't stop swaying.
Help me escape this overwhelming feeling,
Or I might just faint, my head is reeling.
Am I talking too fast? You won't understand,
Shhhhh, hush now, let me take a stand.
Mental peace, quiet down, let me think,
Excuse me, just a second, let me sync.
How's it going, alright, maybe not?
You'll be amazed, my hands won't stop.
My voice might wear thin,
Why am I even here, it's a chaotic din.
Will you like it? I'm not a pro,
Stop staring, but please, hear me, though.
Lucky you, sitting there,
Watching my lips move, as I share.
Charmed I am, to share a part of my life,
A chaotic teen, lost in strife.
Books and poems, lost in letters,
In the modernist poet fetters.
This world's messed up, or is it not?
Smiling outside, hiding panic, a lot.
Stage fright or fear of being a flop,
Flop! Oh, what a word, makes my heart stop.
But why is failure such a dreadful name?
We're all human, we've all played the game.
Panic or stage fright, which one do I face?
Maybe I'll never conquer it, leave no trace.
It might linger, haunt me till my last breath,
But it won't hurt as much, and that's strength.
So, panic or stage fright, have I won?
Maybe not, but at least the battle's begun.
Upset and uptight
Wound up and bound tight
Broken inside
Shards clasped against the inner of my skin’s pores
Too small to fall out
Broke but sheltered
Broke but drunken on expensive red wine
Covered in silk but ashamed
This dress is all too glamorous
Ashamed to define my privilege
My privilege is not my privilege just an invite into their privilege
A gift by the blood of my mother
To a soiree I cannot leave nor do I want to
Waiting on my own wealth, not hers
My lack of, sounding like church bells not above the church
But against my empty vessel
Once full, insecurity asks me is it sounding too loud and should I quiet down
Unnoticed, it emptied
While I was running with the bulls
While I slept with one eye open
The wrong eye affixed on the wrong prize
Clasped tight in the arms of the wrong enemy
While I traded with the devil
To buy back what could never be bought
My life
You indicated I don’t listen.
I respectfully disagree.
I hear you.
I just don’t like what you have to say.
Pretending to ignore you takes tremendous effort.
Quick to dismiss
that which emanates from a source
other than your own lips –
and it’s not like you’re the only one who likes to hear himself talk.
Trying to sleep
never should be undertaken.
That’s why we fall asleep.
There’s no effort.
Fall’s inevitable.
There’s a season for everything.
But this one’s
short lived
and seemingly doesn’t come as often as it used to
before global warming and other major concerns
evidently.
… thinking about our earlier discussion
makes me wish I lacked lips
and that the cliché about going in
one ear and out the other was more
literal than figurative.
I figure eventually this noise will
QUIET DOWN!
so that trying morphs
to falling
and dreamless sleep supplants
the constant drone of something
terribly wrong.
Panic attacks that
neverend
or seemingly seem so
prior to this pillow talk –
a case for a better
container:
containment is key.
It turns out
that my point of entry
always my biggest nightmare.
Big is such a small word.
I wish it was more attentive
of its status as an anomaly –
just a monosyllabic
monstrosity of awfulness.
B-I-G
A word so tiny
even toddlers
master its annunciation.
BIG!
From that which is so small.
If I said I forgave you
it would be nothing but a lie
but you would not apologize
anyway.
So all this talk is trash.
Be the big one.
Say you’re sorry.
Just refuse for another
Pronouncement
of lackluster
underachievement.
My comfort zone.
I’m sorry.
Yet again.
Silence
Silence can give comfort
It’s a perfect hiding place
Where sometimes we choose to retreat
For hours or for days
But even though we choose to be
Without disturbing noise
This should not mean that we prefer
To be without a voice
A voice to make a statement
A voice to take a stand
A voice that parts not with the truth
When lies are in high demand
Outspokenness is a virtue
When integrity has its back
Why speak out, but when in a jam
We cower and backtrack?
Be silent then, and do not speak
For spoken words will travel
Into the ears, into the minds
They hamper or unravel
Speak up when it will save a soul
When it’s right and justified
No room for cowardice and fear
Their access is denied
Choose for a voice, don’t quiet down
Be bold with grace and poise
And have your silence when preferred
But don’t be without a voice.
Wendy Nipas