Long Quieten Poems
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Upon my knee I come to thee
with my concern,to you,this plea
Chorus-I heard you speak,and so I wait
until my heart,with you relate
verse-so many times I ask and ask
inadequate to do this task
chorus-I know,I know,I hear your call
yet still hold back,frightened to fall
verse-at last I see and know within
strengthened by you,I can begin
chorus-A simple verse,from you above
to show to others Jesus love
after Robert Herrick TO GOD
Endwell me Lord,each day
be now my tongue,in all I say;
Endwell my all,from deep to deep
from dayspring,'til I sleep
after john keble's famous verse
Fill me once more,Holy Spirit to know,
Move me ,inside,you love to show,
Quieten my heart,now to play
Without rehearsal,on life's stage each phrase to say.
Speak,speak by thought,picture,word or deed,
Then in my weakness,your strength feed:
O teach my tomgue to quiet be,
Until you prompt,and all I say,is all of thee.
This double quatrain was inspired by
Abraham Cowley's (1618-67) 'Hymn to Light'
Make me O Lord your witness each day
teach my tongue, quieten my heart
open mine ears, to all, to me,you say
guide my eyes,when I see in part;
and then help others ,through these lips
to be blessed,toe to fingertip
Quatrain after Edward Taylor the first American poet
Sad is the heart so full of care
Of tomorrow's what will,will be,
Upon his sleeve,all life does wear,
For all to see
Cast down,choking with eyes that blear
No words can comfort or make free,
Thought frozen in yesterday's fear,
That none can see.
After Alexander Pope
momma mia man date
comb the second Sunday during month of May
can be traced back to ancient Greeks and Romans
festivals held
to honor mother goddesses Rhea and Cybele
setting precedent for Mother's Day
where early Christians fancied festival
known as “Mothering Sunday.”
Fast forward to the early
twentieth century 1908 when
Ann Maria Reeves Jarvis (a social activist then,
and community organizer
during American Civil War) era to quieten
grief fraught era also cited
as informally memorializing her mother,
who begot said noble men
touring daughter
paying homage to woebegone
lachrymose role with accolades
to endure tragedy and loss put upon
child bearing women,
this event held (rain or sun)
at St Andrew's Methodist Church
in Grafton, West Virginia, which did quicken
in subsequent decades to formal fete,
where poets (like me) did open
the special occasion with ranked midshipmen
commercialization cropped as ken
be expected by the early 1920's imbolden
greeting card companies such as Hallmark gen
er rated a market (money making of course) even
though Jarvis believed companies sought profit
NOT prophet, thus misinterpreting
and exploiting idea of Mother's Day and met
aforementioned founder, who tried to jet
tis sin the vulgar appetite of the ole mighty dollar,
but her lofty ambition did get
thwarted by mass marketing
the quaint idea,
plus she feared going in debt
and though the industry
(initially proposed entailed low key
acknowledgement, the originator
(Ann Marie Jarvis) still esteemed re
formed unsanitary living conditions with zee
less ness and aplomb
set a course where greater longevity doth hum
all because, she sought to regale "mum."
Conventionally in breath based meditation
We watch breath and then quieten attention
This practice presupposes we abide in stillness slow
Our orientation still & silent watching our breath flow
Meditation as thought free stillness a counsel superfluous
Enabling cognition of slow motion Krama mudra continuous
We have three kundalinis to keep in our view spherical
Pranic, void like awareness & consciousness universal
As the three merge in singularity one with our breathing
We simply look on in quietude imbibing bliss enlivening
The bliss movement is slow like an ant slowly creeping
Essentially soma nectar through hidden nadis moving
The movement is from root to crown
In ineffable bliss we choose to drown
Within
13-August-2020
And you can't paint him a laugh
his face is a metal curtain
with attached sign -
no emotions allowed
you can't
nor you know how
and you gladly would
breathe life into those cells
the same way that life spat in your face
acknowledgment of successfully driven tokens at belonging columns
and you, men
women
don't be mad
because yours are misplaced all over that ludo board
it was a bad, bad idea
to implement that rule of maneuvering the game according to rolls of a single die
countless thoughts
questions
from the other side only
crystally voiceless visage
in the course of the night, a view flies there
where ripped breaths on a baby's mattress
quieten the trepidation down
I'm a bad person
I really am
but if tomorrow I learn how to smile instead of him
maybe my name will get to Saint Peter's list
A chorus
of raw throats
rasp out warnings
then quieten, leaving
an edgy silence twitching
on the lips of a morning
or riding the ticker
moving across the bottom
of a television screen.
Something isn't right.
There's an unease
that seems to be
leaking out of lesions
in the carnage to come,
a slow festering
as if all life was waiting
for a finger
to squeeze the trigger
of a loaded gun.
And yet
good people
go about their lives
as they normally do,
saying their prayers,
helpless, riled or for some,
not wishing to care,
though somewhere,
hidden in a hollow
at the back of a head,
a dark is stirring
from its sleep,
getting ready to rise
from its bed. Elsewhere,
across a nation,
more and more screams
become stuck
in the throats of the dead.
Something isn't right.
I asked the dark to let me see
A reflection of myself could it be?
Still darkness all around, covering me
Feeding a sense of hope or just insanity?
I felt at home in this place where no light could be
I asked the silence to speak my name
To tell me why I felt such pain
Whispers and lies, tears in the rain
No peace for me while I remain
I asked the night to let me be
To quieten my mind, to let it free
Freedom is hard to find where lies cage reality
Do we ever see ourself or die trying to see?
I asked the darkness in my soul
To escape into the night, to be at one and grow
I'll leave a part of me around so that you can know
About the broken dreams and silent screams of this restless soul.
I've tried to detangle you
From those numerous questions
Where at times you seek refuge and hide
I've searched near and far, in silence an strife
Sometimes you are so spontaneous
And come to me in urgency
In those do or die situations
And yet you elude me at times
To make me think and ask why?
Yet at times you wake me
And arrive in the dead of night
Sometimes even giving me a fright!
Like a light switched on, without a sound
Something you've said something so profound
Like an arrow you dart, straight from the heart
And quieten those beats, in a loop
They bind and enter my mind
Till I find you sometimes in the middle of what I say
Even at times when my thoughts race through the day
You are sometimes literally, the answer to my prayer in my despair
I seek you in those far away looks as you help me repair!
A thousand, or more, people in trance,
Locked in a blackened out vault,
Give themselves to a warm, calming feel,
Throw away all of their thought,
Then the show gets loud, who will you be,
You choose leather jacket and jeans,
You choose to be the love heart in the middle,
Of love in your wildest dreams,
And the drums are alive, with the rhythm of now,
They take from you total control,
Forcing your thoughts to quieten down,
This magical balm for your soul,
These thousands of people at a gig in your head,
The music alone in the dark,
Calm your thoughts to a single one voice,
Setting your mind to restart.
Take a deep breath
Sit and slow the pace
Sip a cup of tea
Chill and quieten your mind
Be open and receptive
Poetry is a universe onto its own
Most poems are a doorway to another world
Some will offer wisdom on a plate
Others reach in and play your heartstrings
Some will have rhymes that are divine
Others enchant you with their whimsy
Some will reveal truths that leave you speechless
Others make you work and fill the blanks
Some will trigger vivid memories within
Others flow off your tongue like honey and delight
Some will delve to depths bound to surprise
You’ll discover that poetry truly is a universe onto its own
AP: 3rd place 2025
The mind rises in Love
and the heart lets fall its tears
The soul longs to reach what is above
and the pain mends its fears
The night unveils its shades
and the dream reveals its joys then disappears
The moon drops its light
and a blissful air the very soul wears.
*****
What is within
even under words skin
hard to see
decrypt and read
A ravishing power
a true Light
In the broad extent of dark
I would hide.
*****
A treasure..
a gift from the divine
that expands the world of the heart
feeds a craving
fuels a life
and here I am
rising..
in Love, I rise.
*****
A force waving into my soul
drifting a bewildered whole
as the hand of God
traces a path
weaves a life
I just have to quieten a storm
sense a bond
and willing be to attain a goal.
*****
The mind rises in Love
and the heart lets fall its tears
The soul longs to reach what is above
and the pain mends its fears
The night unveils its shades
and the dream reveals its joys then disappears
The moon drops its light
and a blissful air the very soul wears.