Long Quietness Poems
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Root
self-worth
mild ascend
from earth, to sky,
trip without moving.
world is a high love chord.
in a state of unmatched mirth
Hearts may wander, and life unfolds
break the mold of our unwise nightmare.
bounty of thoughtful sprinkling and motion
shades of sight carried by the divine stream,
filling oneself with fairness and faith.
stand this route in braced quietness
merely choosing for time frame,
brand of our deep psyche,
turn down craving pangs
serve our life part
slenderness
fearless
bliss
thrill
set back
which you could
to board watchful,
making us feel good
whispering in low gasps,
cosmic awareness as mind
complying with the ambition
allows love to rule over our deeds,
Spectroscopic, motionless adventure.
Written: November 28, 2022
Journey without movement Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
What of the night?
When the light ascends,
And the darkness descends;
When the night surprises.
What of the night?
When the tears fall
And the sorrows mount;
When the joys of life stall.
What of the night?
When souls entangle themselves
And the pains of life emerge;
When dreams turn into nightmares.
What of the night?
When shadows hide the source
And yesterday hurts; tomorrow lurks.
When tonight says happiness is just a word.
What of the night?
When it's my shadows I fear
And hope is no longer dear;
When I pray God will be near.
What of the night?
When the sun has risen
And warms all but me.
When I awake, morning is dark.
What of the night?
When I hear noises
and no one is there;
When quietness has escaped me.
What of the night?
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God gave us this creation
To see the sun that awakens us
To see the trees that grow as we are
To see the clouds that float with lightness
To see the birds fly with freedom
The flowers fill our days with color
God gave us this creation
with strong mountains to see and climb
Rivers that flow and ignite energy
Calm lakes, quietness amd open fields
God gave us this creation
to walk wooded paths into peace
Find places to sit and relax
An abundance of things wait,
for us to see, experience and enjoy
All of it to flourish in our souls
All of it is a gift to cherish and be grateful
Heidi Sands
9/9/26
(C)opyright
Dragonfly meadows luxuriating in the sun
Listening to a rooster I start healing myself
Straw hat waits a few feet away ready for gardening
I am enjoying the breezes, not ready to start.
Windchime melody gently plays a simple chime tune
Dog prances around my lawn chair, cat is mysteriously gone.
Not far, probably sitting under a bush, waiting in wait
For an unsuspecting bunny, snake or mouse to venture by.
It is a gloriously beautiful summer day, seventy degrees perfect.
Tiny pink and red flowers are at my feet; if I look closely, purple too.
They are crowding each other softly, not sharing as well as they could
Like subway people who do not have a choice in Chicago.
Cardinals, blue jays and wrens fly around happily, seeing feeders replenished.
It was my first act of the day after feeding Shark the cat. Bumble bee is flying
closely to my right foot. Noticing me not at all as she enjoys the lamb’s ear.
My quietness has interested the cat. He makes a beeline for me, angering the dog.
Wild things do not have trouble sharing me.
The sun does not have trouble sharing me.
The wind does not have trouble sharing me,
but it makes the dog and cat go feral; both wanting me for themselves.
Written 2 December 2023
A Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Do`s and Don`ts
Avoid thirteenth of Fridays
for any new ventures
for any new businesses
Skip number 13 in buildings
in hotel rooms
In private hospitals
Be careful when driving
walking or moving
after seeing
a black cat crossing
the street
Sanctify all food
during an eclipse
before consuming them
Don`t sweep one`s home
nor clip one`s nails
after 6 p.m.
nor on Thursdays
Don`t start new projects
undertake new initiatives
or construct new buildings
Don`t start new love affairs
or wedding proposals
during Kharmas months*
These become asphyxiating
choking
irritating
stifling
strangling
throttling
Yet these are observed
to avoid agony
anguish
anxiety
regrets
remorse
repentance
distress
restlessness
sadness
unhappiness
sorrows
worries and woes
in favour of
calmness
cohesion
peacefulness
quietness
quietude
in personal life
family surrounds
or official transactions
with apathy
indifference
insouciance
nonchalance,
mindlessness
imperviousness
These become
a way of surviving
a way of living
a way of life.
Dawn of man
Out of the night came the dawn a mild breeze
blow petal off a rhododendron, a magic carpet
on a whitewashed wall sunlight and shadow dance.
The dogs were still asleep, the cock had not crewed
Quietness, except for an old man fearing his death
his solace is in the day.
A plane across the sky leaves behind tired dreams
of next year’s vacation.
Alfredo is up starting up his little tractor harvesting
carob beans before it get too hot; he used to have
a mule took a long time back then; the mules made
the landscape looks prettier.
I have been here a long time a tranquil bay far from the sea
leave to me soak up the peace before setting sail
for the timeless ocean.
“Mr. Edwards please make your way to the managers office,”
James could picture her pimply face as she expressed each syllable from her orifice.
The twenty that walked down the isle to his office were laid off,
A young blooded manager was reducing the work force, his name, “Mr Scoff.”
How Ironic,
Sitting in his flashy office drinking Gin and Tonic.
James walked the death row isle,
His colleagues faces staring helplessly, none with a smile.
Architecture was his life and this was the end it seemed,
His pencil would not draw another success for Designer Beam.
The old carpet’s familiar crunchy sound,
Under his shoes many happy memories of the now ghosts that paced up and down.
The walk seemed longer this time, then he paused at the door for a while,
He briefly turned to see the head peaking over the partitions, none offering an
encouraging smile.
James faced the door, cleared his throat before knocking and with a bowed head he
went in,
Faint murmurs were heard outside as if debating a his fate for a cardinal sin.
Mr. Scoff’s scornful laugh was heard through the door,
Then absolute quietness, nothing was heard any more.
An hour later Scoff walked down the isle,
With his briefcase in hand daring someone to smile.
Fifteen minutes later, James quietly came out
Everyone looked at him questioningly, none knew took place or what it was all about
He turned and removed Scoff’s name from the door
And replaced it with Mr. J.C. Edwards Lotto winner, say no more...
Permit me to bring down the walls without hallelujah
Allow me to evaporate the scary memories
Let me take you to my mother
That we may together write new stories
I know the memories are scary
I know you need time to work on yourself
Maybe you have even given up to the point of not wanting to marry
Perhaps you are already convinced you need no help
But please...
Permit me to bring down the walls without hallelujah
Allow me to evaporate the scary memories
Let me take you to my mother
That we may together write new stories
Should you want to cry
Hesitate not to call me
Not promising you with you I will cry
But ready to offer my shoulders for you mean so much to me
If you need quietness
Again call me
Not of course promising to make noise
But to be there with you, listening to the sonorous voices of the stars
And humming of the moon as it stares at us
But please...
Permit me to bring down the walls without hallelujah
Allow me to evaporate the scary memories
Let me take you to my mother
That we may together write new stories
Allow me to violate your emotional territory
And with my unending love bombard your physical boundary
For even the sun marvels
And mercury wonders
All at the hotness of my love for you
ABSOL
People find 150 million thousand reasons to go to Walmart… me too.
Sometimes, I just go just to go and at times I find myself going because I want to, not because I need to.
Today, I was about to go to Walmart, got dress, went down two steps and then went back inside. I changed my mind and my clothes. I decided to go on my “Peace Walk” with God instead. I put on my exercise shorts and went on my way.
After talking, praying, singing hymns, spending quiet time with God and giving God praise, I embraced the moment.
I laid in silence along the isolated road with feet crossed and hand stretched out above my head just staring up at the big, blue, clear sky as the sun beamed ever so brightly, glowing upon my golden, brown skin, just enjoying the simple pleasures of life.
Yes, God’s creation… me, the blue skies, the birds, the breeze, the trees, the sun, the stillness and the quietness.
No cars, no people, no problems, no noise, no traffic, no emails, no cell phone, no hustles and bustles of the world.
Just me, God, peace, calm and serenity.
During this time with God, I relaxed, repented and released and God refreshed, renewed and restored.
Getting the renewing, refreshing and restoring of the mind, body, spirit and soul Yeah... that was better than going to Walmart.
Ensure you allude to all that has been recorded.
Every creature that has lived inside the rocks.
A long-forgotten former planet has appeared.
Awareness arises as we break the padlocks.
Electric fan blades are humming in a hot place.
When you're alone, and there's no oxygen.
Loneliness looms overall aped a pitiful prince.
Bedlam rises when commotion inside deepens.
Reveal if that's innocuous, or it may injure people.
Are words yet another excavation experience?
Is it feasible to resurrect a moribund principle?
Did you find it bothersome or maybe mysterious?
There is a hole where the hamster once paddled.
Since the snake hissed at it but didn't even eat it
As the animal lays on the floor, its insides splayed.
Earth has morphed into the fabric under the seat.
Besides birds, giant excavators lay on their palms.
Underneath, you may view mind-boggling and tangled traffic.
Yet, excavating a gigantic hole in the center of homes.
Let Earth deal with melting lakes or roving nomadic.
From the tenth balcony, the building site is visible.
A goliath, dead pit discharges light, fire, and vitality.
Quietness loaded up with facts yelled in din risible.
Coated with glass, gaze at a flying towel on a gallery.
Written: June 19, 2021
This or That, Vol 4 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh