Long Serenity Poems
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The mist of the morning bathes the riverbanks, whetting my appetite for nature
I sit here letting the early morning tease my ears with the sweetest harmony, as
little angels flutter on wings, darting to and fro in early morning merriment.
Oh, this morning is in motion, swaying to the music of nature, as I breathe the crisp air enchanting my senses.
The poet in me is awaken as nature’s choir touches my ear, lifting my spirit to soar to its fullest heights.
I notice the wild bounding of the buck deer and the gray squirrel rises from his bed to meet a new day and awaken to a free serenade of sweet sound.
Can this poet be true to himself or will he refuse and spoil the moment?
How can I sit here on this bank and look across the mighty Mississippi River
with eyes and ears and not perceive creation? Nature sings to my senses.
It anchors me to my purest thoughts and guides the heart and soul of my being.
I have learned to look on nature, not as I did in the fantasies of youth, but in the solitude of a man, something far deeper that elevates my thoughts;
my senses honed to a fine edge, my spirit impaled.
I have fears that even in my serenity the words will not come, leaving nature to write for me.
I know it will never betray me who loves it and has reaped its beauty for my own use.
I dwell in the light of the rising sun, breathing the crisp air, surrounded by the best nature has to offer.
I know God is blessing me in this place where I sit.
I hear his voice in the songs of birds, his breath in the breeze and his hand on my solitude.
It cheers my faith.
His presents is here on this bank and it stirs my soul.
The sun stirs my morning softly,
fragile like the shyest smile,
hesitating...
And, You, with YOUR pure light,
whisper hope that silences shadows,
leaving my fear of the darkest night,
reminding me why I know this blessing,
so alive, a blessing...
Your presence fills me with peace,
with serenity so beautiful and sweet,
Your light flows grace through my belief,
pouring out a message that brings hope,
timeless as eternity...
And, You, with Your gentle grace,
send music through my heart’s beat, rhythms,
softly playing the old hopes,
wisdom stirring my soul to just believe,
never stop believing – even when I’m grieving,
just keep believing…
You restore my hope, my faith, my love
with Your authority, I see – from my heart,
the beautiful that comes alive for the one who sees,
past the miracles fading from a silent breeze,
the wonder of a love that never ends,
a love that stirs the heart to ever hear
the poetry that praises You, my endless light,
the blessing that abides…
throughout all time, You are mine!
The whole reason I have decided to stand in the shadow falling from Your light!
Mary, Mary mother of Humanity
we kneel before you singing praises
as angels stare at your image
of holiness, even they proclaim your grace;
and more than each star in this universe:
they are truly joyful and long for serenity!
Mary, Mary mother of Humanity,
you fill empty hearts with hope;
there's nobody feeling unloved:
everyone is praying fervently...
asking for consolation and mercy.
Their hymns help them cope
and rise above misery and unrest...
whenever they are afflicted
with sorrow in their chest!
Mary, Mary mother of Humanity
with eyes very tender and merciful,
keep us in your fond embrace:
be that lighthouse illuminating
the Human Race reaching out farther,
not knowing how certain is peace!
Mary, Mary mother of Humanity
reign on your throne of splendor,
guard us against Satan's rageful jealousy,
empower us with humility and obedience,
thrill is with spiritual and perpetual joy;
we will not find anywhere a holier mother,
a kinder mother who understands our pain!
A pristine lake in the high Himalaya
spreads its arms of stillness wide
on the flanks of the serene glacier
that creeps silently with a load of ice
down the bare rocky carved out valley
melts on the sliding floor in gushing surge
and feeds the Ganga chilled ancient water.
The water the lake drinks to the full
distilled through the untainted rocks
is blue as the noon sky without spot
transparent as the truth universal
and pure as the morning dew
for it touches and washes no sin
people carry to the mountain.
The lake touches the feet of the mighty peak,
the Shivling, the symbol of God,
that pierces the sky with the snow trident.
The lake spreads a blue canvas of deep silence
and in serenity it paints a picture of divinity.
On my trek up the mountain track
I stood awhile by the lake.
The slanting sun warmed up the mountain air
and mirrored the Shivling on the water.
The lake held us together in a picture
with God reflected by my side.
A bird flew low over the lake
in the thin air of the high
the wing flutter didn’t break the silence
but rippled the water in gentle flair.
My face merged with the Shivling
I saw me dissolve in total surrender.
August 14, 2017.
A carpenter’s daughter am I but I do so love music.
So I built myself a lap dulcimer
of fine wild cherry and walnut;
I used my late Father’s old jigsaw,
cutting each plank into an elongated guitar shape.
Into the fingerboard, I measured, cut and hammered fret wire and carefully rasped away the roughened metal edges,
so I could play without any harm.
I sanded each one to a velvety caress,
steamed wood, shaped, and clamped sides into place;
a future musical vision, not just a typical hog fiddle but,
a fine tranquilizing music box.
On the top, I cut out flying birds and wood-burned, curly, swirling vines. I glued it all together carefully;
making sure to wipe down all of the sides.
When it was dry, I varnished it and then I sanded more.
So many layers brought out the woods luster.
No words explain the joy inside as my heartstrings did began to flutter.
Installing the pegs to hold the strings;
I carefully placed my screws then turning, turning carefully until they were solid there;
I adhered my bridge to the top.
Upon it then, I placed my strings;
adjusting the bridge, and tuned it up.
Oh, glorious be, such celestial sound
as across the strings, I dragged my thumb.
Such a magnificent harmonic thing;
ah, the way those strings had rung.
Off to YouTube I did go, for lessons I knew I’d find;
and when I play my dulcimer, it’s serenity sublime!
Off the wake-up, open my eyes and start seeking some clarity.
A never-ending search for ‘someone like me’
I guess I’m rich in rarity
No doubt, I have everything a girl could ever want
Starting to feel like I’m just my mom in a different font
What could I possibly be longing for?
My life’s one big blissful whirlwind-wind of whirl- feel like I’m just a very lucky broken girl.
Who to please? God or me? I know the answer seems obvious-but everything ain’t what it seem.
If it weren’t for my mom? Who would I be?
If I had time with my dad? Would I have more security? serenity? Something to ground me and surrender me?
Who to be? What to choose? In return, will I gain for what I lose?
Lie down and close my eyes, say my prayers, pray to God for some clarity.
Why’s nobody tell you you can yearn to such severity?
Yesterday, sociable sun embellished,
desires of my poetic garden heart.
Spreading sweet scents of serenity,
elegantly and enchantly, echoing,
vivid visions from my vibrant vocabulary,
but, such is the nature of the muse,
without refreshment, it's petal like mood cried
for raindrops of ink to nourish and flourish its
sensitive sleeping seeds, shielded by my soul.
But, howling winds arrived with bitter rain.
Their rapid rage of gusts so forceful,
fumed furiously at my simple words.
Hysterical and bloodthirsty,
their wrath devoured my delicate artistry,
all day and throughout the night -
for the first time, I felt empathy for the moon.
The morning after, I awoke to find my
flower garden resembling Greek ruins.
My cherry blossom tree is now bare,
her pink buds floating in depthless puddles.
Tulips are headless, with their perished petals,
laying lifeless along my purple slate path,
as rose bushes slump,
arching and aching from brutal blows.
Unsociable sun did not appear today,
maybe too afraid, maybe too shy.
In my state of despair, I wonder;
Is there beauty, in such a tragedy?
Is there hope in such an unfair travesty?
But raindrops keep pouring,
physically, emotionally and metaphorically.
Waking up to sordid days,
under these clouds.
On the journey of life,
the life of dreams.
On feeble grounds reaching impossible,
heart’s in recess, a love is pending.
I hope, as my past marred my blessed future.
Mirage!
Reality is blurred, can’t get a glimpse of serenity.
Overcoming life’s challenges;
I sit in Ambient
I see the sounds I cannot hear
I feel the laid manners on the dinning table
I lie on the mat ,pondering on re-commitments.
I see savory fragrance fleets in an airy trance.
I dream of sugar coated skies dripping succulent honey comb rains.
I live through,
On dreams and on prayers.
I feel the perfect picture of thousand shades of hues,
Yet my ears can’t come in tune with melodic songs of the morning birds.
I see shadows ,
one shadow in the dark with the noise of its feet colliding with inert rays from the moonlight piercing through from the spaces between the door hinges.
Echo!
The lyrics of an unknown song revert.
Semi – ambient tune with an unfamiliar key notes cordiform in oblivion.
I feel being numb, the jagged thoughts embedded in this mind.
Rancid shrills pierce through my soul rendering me blunted on reality
Flee!
The egos of fierce rational discourse of falsehood and illusion.
I laid defaced and distaste within its breeze swelling in divergent eclipse of haunted ambience.
I know not where the dark recedes but I heard a pleasant voice amongst the noise
So I opened the door
To this being
His words?
A light on my feet and a path in these woods.
Slumber fades the dark fleets
Hope calls the fear recedes
Landed at the crossroads
Summed up all my failure stained realities
Washed them in oval graced wells,
not serendipitously sought.
Reality blossoms all illusions burst
Wowed!
How cosmic light has nudged its way Into my life One of life’s privileged decisions,
In tune with eternal bliss.
By way of grace
Grace of victory
A scent of a meaningful bliss
An emotive sensation.
My life has brought me to such horrible end - I might say,
Or I might blame the subtlest of my soapy sinful way;
Divine graces blossomed around me like pure prim-roses,
I chose thorns; who to blame? I should be blamed if life closes...
Secrets of health and wealth I had learned charmingly well,
Words written betwixt rays of hand and head I could well spell;
Why had I, abandoned my life to hell, I do not know.
Caught up betwixt dilemmas, I do not know where to go...
Drinking was not much; the impression given was much more;
Each moment pricked my heart and mind like an ugly eyesore;
Like a lunatic or a cattle-thief they had cornered,
Once, I too was a person, do they know? Highly honored...!
Flowers once faded lose their glorious glamour they say,
Yet, do flowers, in whole of their lif-time, have their own way?
Environs decide; they grow; there is less of a complaint,
They end and fall and kiss the dust do them ever constraint...?
Should I , while traveling, each milestone seriously count?
Hills and vales and hillocks and mountains should I not surmount?
Limiting all realms; befitting all sources; I should march;
Strength, serenity and solemnity must be my arch...!
04 July 2022
Calcium carbonate, crystalline complexion composed
Smooth surface, size, shape, color, and luster superimposed
Born from marine oysters, through bacterial resistance
Rancor becomes miraculously pristine radiance.
Loyalty, honesty, integrity, and purity
Soft yet solid, there's, in it, an inner serenity.
Does it not depict me—a person, friend, and confidant?
With thought, word, feeling, wisdom, and behavior concordant
I am a pearl with calmness within. There's no restless storm.
My unease is quenched. Tranquility has become the norm.
Pearly optimism has paved way for poetic vision.
Revision of mundane beings has become my mission.