Long Quiet down Poems
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I don't want to share
it's not fair
I want to have it all
it's my ball.
The tiny tot kicks and screams
sharing is not fun.
Tears a-plenty....sodden cheeks
pommeling arms scratch and pinch
as tiny legs thump the ground.
Drooling lips that sometimes kiss
runny nose ... a water hose
scowling ...red faced....neck veins taut
making mother's already edgy nerves,taut.
Time out......does not work
Take a nap....a mother's joke?
kneel in the corner....come again?
he will not stop...come what may.
Into your room..now...mother says
and walks away with much dismay
hoping the iittle boy will quiet down
but from below she hears the ugly sounds.
In his own time little Wayne
emerges from his room
and cautiously looks around.
I'm all done he says wrapping his arms
around his mother's legs.
Emotionally exhausted, she strokes his hair
and raises her eyes to Heaven and begs
for peace and quiet for a little spell.
I'll be good the little boy says
I'll share my toys with brother
Good boy says mother.....it's nice to share
but stops short at the sight of a new tear in his eyes
a sure sign of another tantrum on its way..
Quiet down the insane mindset of giving up so easily
I’m upset with this frown, full-grown and immature
I will endure if you’d let me be free for an eternity
I regret not loving you all the way — I was your cure
I’m sorry
I feel so weary
I am in tears
For many years
I quit
You’re a bit
Harsh with scars of endlessness
You’re a marsh of a mess…of a mess…a mess
You haven’t found the key to my corridor of childlike cleverness
You haven’t seen the diamond shimmer in the moonlight yet
You don’t care that I suffer long and I feel like departing from this wretchedness
You pained my heart and tore it apart — not all mental bridges have met
I’m sorry
I feel so weary
I am in tears
For many years
I quit
You’re a bit
Harsh with scars of endlessness
You’re a marsh of a mess…of a mess…a mess
I’m sorry
I feel so weary
I am in tears
For many years
I quit
You’re a bit
Harsh with scars of endlessness
You’re a marsh of a mess…of a mess…a mess
You’re a marsh of a mess…of a mess…a mess
I know you’re making some sort of progress
You’re a marsh of a mess…of a mess…a mess
You made me suffocate and drown in my distress
Yes — I quit
I’m sorry a bit
I have so much wit
I’m just emotionally lit
Get rid of this feeling of…
Long lost love from above
I am a rather wingless dove
In the world of ravens, soaring gleefully
Yet, oh so darksome in its intensity
You’re a marsh of a mess…of a mess…a mess
Harsh with scars of endlessness
You’re a marsh of a mess…of a mess…a mess
Mend my mournful cheer
It’s been many a year
Since I shedded these tears
As it appears, you let me down with childish fears
I’m sore to the core…
You don’t love me anymore
However, I got over it
I’m not sorry, I quit
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.
It is hard for us to imagine how wonderful Heaven is
That’s why Father Christ Jesus came to tell us about it and show us How to get there He hoped we’d follow in His footsteps and do what He did . . .
Sow love
Father Christ Jesus asked us to love one another as He did
He showed love by saying a kind word
Lending an attentive ear
Showing patience in irritating situations and helping people make good decisions
Try to show love in these ways every day
Lighten your load
Not only did Jesus or Father Christ have a few material goods
He sent His disciples out to preach with almost nothing
He didn’t want them-or us-to get distracted
Father Christ Jesus knew that the more stuff we have to think about
The less we’d think about Eternal God
Give away whatever you don’t absolutely need
Quiet down
Father Christ Jesus spent a lot of time alone with Eternal God Spending quiet time With Eternal God each day will help keep you on the path to Heaven
Settle down
We are upset
I was too loud
Yes, I know, yet,
I feel proud
That God will be with us
In our own busy bus
I knew you would
Do us good, Lord
I knew we could
Simply afford…afford…
The debts and pay them off later on
Wish they’re gone!
Try to try harder
Hardship,
With hard grip,
Trying to drag me down
Bright orange turn to brown
Quiet down, down up in here
It gets me anxious with fear
I had to walk away
For my sake of peace inside
I choose to be gay
With happiness I can’t hide
Rhyming won’t work this time
Life will shine as a new dime
Pretty please help us…
Get on the real calm bus
Money is rewarding and an issue
I don’t understand why I’m blue
Like the lake of lovely lament
Maybe it was meant to be…hell-bent
Or heaven-sent..who knows..
Where the wondrous wind blows
Settle down…everything'll be okay!
No worries…please?
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.
You entered my quiet realm
and devoured my private peace
alluring desires dancing with
hidden traumatic pains whispering
tomorrow seeking solace a mind
reaches for a bleeding heart to bestow
comfort a healing notion that withers
with shyness unexpressed wants
between empty matter of your
needs calling to my innermost
calm uninvited an yet here you are
tampering with my emotional
bliss one with the sheer notion
of unseen selfishness as I cater
to the lost pathways back to your
unsettling arms awaiting my
weakness to implore a tour
of my thoughts hidden deeply
within as you poke pull taunt and pry
I cover my ears and simply cry
you're not supposed to be here
you're not supposed to be near
my soul vibrate vanishes in your
presence my peace gravely
interrupted an yet I await a cunning
time to emerge from my silkened
caterpillar state to finally open
my colorful wings and softly
soar above you again and again
reaching wonderful new heights
brilliant butterfly landing on a cloud
looking back to say you're just too loud
I am awake, yet deep I sleep,
A fragile soul I try to keep.
The shallow noise begins to
fade,
A path where childhood
ghosts are laid.
Not a word is left unsaid,
Inside the chambers of my
head.
Come the hour, I start to
breathe,
With every shadow that I
leave.
The morning calls, the chasm
falls,
A heavy weight upon the
walls.
I hear it whispering my name,
Down in the valley with my
shame.
Tired of being hard on me,
Trying to find the strength to
see
That strength is just the
naked truth,
A ragged echo of my youth.
I watch the fear, I let it go,
No longer running from the
woe.
BREAKING THE COMMAND
The mind is not a gentle
friend,
It twists the loop, it breaks
the bend.
Yet as the heavy baselines
roll,
Music acts to heal the soul.
I watch the phantom, face
the dread,
And quiet down the voice
inside my head.
Me you come in the dark hour of pain
When howling winds of strife
Threaten your own dear life
And your myriad tears fall as endless rain
To Me you come
You come with the promises of love renewed
Sacrifices of things held dear
Longing to quiet down the fear
And have the vicious storm again subdued
To Me you come.
In the bitter darkness you grope for Me
“Father, answer Thou my prayer,
Now I need Your gentle care.
Your obedient servant I swear to be.”
To Me you come
I then enfold you in your time of need
Wanting so your love to last
I erase your hurtful past
Your fainting soul with my strong love I feed
When to Me you come.
Then along your way comes the joyful hour
Everything to your lips is sweet
And you forget your Lord to greet
You go on in life full of your own power
Not wanting to Me to come.
If you could know how great is my sorrow
To be ignored and forgot
And no longer loved or sought
But I will still wait for you tomorrow
Hoping once more to Me you’ll come.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Published in Youth of the Hour Magazine, a publication for Seventh-day Adventist youth in the Middle East, April-June 1997, along with the article by same title written by the author. No corrections made.
Jeremiah 2: 23- Will a young woman forget her wedding ornaments, or a bride her attire? But my people have forgotten me days without number.
We tend to come to God when we are in desperate need. We don’t come just to revel in Who He is. So many years have passed since I wrote that article about how I was afraid of losing my little daughter to an illness and how I begged for healing, only to forget Him when she got better. We never seem to learn. Some of our most fervent prayers were prayed in the bomb shelters during the civil war in Lebanon. We come to God with shopping lists, requests, rarely….rarely with words of adoration and praise simply because of WHO HE IS! The saying goes…”There are no atheists in foxholes”…..
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