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I danced with an Alien
At the Diplomat’s Summer Ball
Though I’m not sure Dancing
Correctly described it at all.
A dancing partner with six feet
And thirty six naked toes?
Trying to be graceful while avoiding
Kicking or stepping on any of those.
I’m not quite sure I appreciated
The appeal or the charm
Of dancing with a creature with
Tentacles instead of arms.
I was so grateful when
It mumbled its thanks
Then wandered off to recharge
The gas in its breathing tanks.
Another one was waiting
To step up in its place
And I had to accept
With a show of grace.
We mooched around in silence,
We shambled round and round,
As out Universal Translators
Had both totally broken down.
They say silence is golden
But it doesn’t help pass time
When your dancing partner
Exudes a green sweaty slime.
The next time I’ll throw a sickie
If I’m given the chance
Rather than be on duty at
The Aliens Diplomatic Dance.
Diplomatic Dancing
A duty to avoid
But then life is boring
On our little asteroid Embassy
At least we’ve made progress
We’re not the only sentient race
As we practice our Diplomacy
Here on the fringes of Outer Space
The ancient wisdom silence is golden,
should definitely be written in golden!
Silence is a mighty weapon in hands of all,
it can be easily wielded by all.
If someone criticizes you, just keep silence,
if someone instigates you, just keep silence.
Other person without getting any reaction,
will automatically stop his action.
When mind is silent,
work is diligent.
And there is perfection,
in all operation.
Time that is saved,
gets devoted to passions craved.
Worries does cease,
their is bliss and peace.
When mind is silent one becomes observant,
of the beauty that lies around abundant.
Only one who is silent can achieve eternal bliss,
that bliss is definitely not worth a miss.
So practice silence from today,
and achieve happiness everyday.
“Work is worship," a doctrine passed through centuries,
"Rest is rebellion," a baton, drowning in miseries.
"Act without expectation," karma echoes,
"Everything returns," as destiny bestows.
"Silence is golden," a soft ebb that silhouettes the sand,
"Words can change the course of history," a tide that overwhelms the land.
"Knowledge is power," the metaphorical snollygoster—
"Ignorance is bliss," a brazen imposter.
"Aging like fine wine," a desire to aspire,
"Worn by the years," behind a graceful facade.
"A stitch in time saves nine," maxim in Grandma's script,
"Don't fix what isn't broken," Grandpa's witty quip.
Aphorisms perplexing the gyri and sulci—
Dichotomy percolates, its fulcrum sheepishly sly.
Like a dolphin decoding submerged signals,
Surveilling truths with a dunk, a leap, and a dash of giggles.
I agree with the saying that silence is golden.
I opine of you calmly, to your love still beholden.
You're the light that shines vividly at night.
Your fragrant flowers sate my heart with delight.
You bear my stomach to do a little dance.
As the day ends, I will hold you in a trance.
You shine akin stars and adorn the night sky.
With you in quiet and the moon up high.
You shine vividly, as stars in the black sky.
You have aesthetic breath and sky-blue eyes.
You can bestow night and thunderbolt anytime.
It wraps me up and offers me dinkum intime.
You are my Eden, my vast seas, my lofty hills.
I cherish you best in the midst of pure stills.
Written: May 16, 2023
Monoku is a senryu/haiku with a slight enigmatic flavour written in its earlier as a one line form
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dear john she replies - dipping her pen into tears
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listen to the pause - silence is golden
A tribute to Erik Satie
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the school-bus departs - she eats the advent candy
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on garibaldi's retreat - the cookie crumbles
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moss carpets the roof - the blackbirds make over
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carol concert prelude- - chatter of innocents
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footsteps in the street - echos of a distant youth
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filaments in ferment - the elements touch base
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a tumbleweed,windblown - the bounty-hunter dismounts
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at ease on my bookshelf - yesteryear's leisured hours
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a rainbow arises - through a curtain of tears
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between wind and water - skating on black ice
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shadows of yesteryear - distortions in todays dreams
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as a sequence
a perambulator arrives - emptiness takes its leave
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a quietness descends - fresher term opens
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room-to-let sign illumes - emptiness returns
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"Silence is golden",a talking slogan,
In the world of words unborn jargon,
A reward in gold for words unspoken,
But no any awards for words spoken,
"Spoken words unable to come back",
Mixing air like aqua in milk shake,
Words creeping like fearful snakes,
Kissing slowly the tongue that makes,
Poisonous words like poisonous snakes,
Poisonous words like poisonous snakes,
Hurting words like wounds over the skin,
Scars remain as a sign of big sin,
Use of abuse no peace,it seem,
Tasting leaves like trees of neem,
Using abuse,refusing right,
Hell not heaven in the users sight,
Silence all what the universal system,
Speaking people all breaking the system,
Silence is golden,not someone's saying,
But a line of pen,of a soul non speaking!
Hand in hand we sit in the clouds
No one else knows
What we’re talking about
We roar with laughter
Face red and eyes wet
Not from sad tears,
From the laughter we get
Hers rings like a bell
A loud whimsical tune
Mine roars like a bear
And the silence is hewn
What is it about her?
Cuz she has me whole
My body, my mind, my heart
And my soul
Her eyes glow like summer
Her smile is the spring
The only fall for us, in love
And no cold winterbrings
Even silence is golden
Her face says it all
As we rest with contentment
Doing nothing at all
Two jovial jesters
In a world hard and mean
Forever side by side
With a shoulder to lean
We laugh and we snicker
We tumble and roar
But one look in our eyes
And together, forevermore
A Resolution for This Time
(Based on Eccl. 3:1-15)
©2011 C. Brent Cloyd
I long to see the beauty of my time
Hear music from eternal bells that chime
Enjoy earth, till this good life I sever
Look toward heaven that last forever
I’ll grasp my part in each life occasion
Banish thoughts and deeds of ill persuasion
Accept God’s design for each life season
Submit that I need not know His reason
I will celebrate life so wondrous born
Understand that death is not always scorn
Propagate goodness and wholeness in life
And uproot that which causes pain and strife
I’ll concede it’s sometimes proper to kill
But until convinced I’ll promote goodwill
Useless things I will tear down and destroy
Then plan to build, and work efforts deploy
I will comfort the hearts of those forlorn
Together find God’s healing as we mourn
Dare to dream, love, have hope, and take a chance
Embrace the moment, laugh, and learn to dance
I’ll speak with passion, let pieces scatter
Gather the fragments, avoid the chatter
Engage opinions, proceed with a shrug
When acceptable, open arms and hug
For things of value I’ll search at great cost
When searching is exhausted count it lost
When usefulness has ended, throw away
But don’t allow important things to stray
Now is the time to tear some things apart
Then with care I’ll mend and make a new start
Learn the lesson that silence is golden
Of words fitly said men are beholden
I pledge to hate what is cruel and unjust
Teach that kindness and fairness are a must
In war, anger and malice find release
But I’ll use my voice to encourage peace
Yesteryear’s events once again will be
To measure their success we wait and see
God’s deeds are good, lasting and without flaw
Of Him and His works I will gaze in awe.
I remember when I was a little younger I was thirty-one I was self-employed had my own business But being a child of God I choose to allow my thought process to change being a servicer clientele customers car dealerships a small businessman a mom and pop shop the business I inherited from my dad he had died so now his job was mine
So searching soul searching like any former marketing inflation is the enemy of the people higher prices hurt their already empty pockets so to minimize the law I too had to be practical higher cost s for my supplies I too felt I had to raise my prices that I charge the business start automotive dealership a small price increase and when I verbally told my client this he cheesely looked me in my eyes and my face and he said no way no thank you he bladedly treated me like a child so he said telling me what I can't and cannot do almost borderline un professional with The surety he was telling me a private self-employed business owner that I could not and would not raise my prices that I charge for his to his bigger business so I left his office the office of the used car manager and like the vehicles that I service that I drive away I opened my eyes and closed my mouth I walked then drove away later that day been the quietness I listened I witnessed I thought about it I sat down at my little office and I wrote I typed up a proposal it was a detailed professional invoice a short detailed description of my services I increase an increase yes indeed though my approach at first was nice and admirable and his approach was borderline vulgar openly disrespectful again I say I walked away got in my car I took the high road you know sometimes silence is golden so I as I mailed submitted my new proposal inking paper at my dismay I typed up a new invoice for the weekly pay into my surprise not really though on the weekly check from all that I did that week my price increase was okay sometime you need to let your voice be silent sometimes just get out of the flood need to take the high road -this is when I took the highroad
10/24/21
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Silence is Golden
Silence is golden,
but gold is pure, bold, heavy and hot.
It glitters and radiates like the sun.
Silence is left when all the good-byes have been said,
and the tears have been patted dry.
Silence is left when the shoulder
cools after that long, last embrace.
If silence is a color, let it be rose, lavender rose,
cool, and blooming, calming, and soothing.
Be it floating, like soft cotton candy and wisps of heavenly mist.
At day’s end, the sun melts into the western sea.
In a last glimmer of hope, it sends out
a pillar of light, extending a luminous arm,
a golden, futile effort to extend its stay.
But nay, for rose lavender spreads its wings,
a savannah of soft, satin sheets
in an alternating pattern of pastels.
A panoramic display of fanning keys,
keys on a now silent, musical board.
I would never wish you an end,
but if there has to be one, I wish you silence.
Rose lavender silence,
in soft, soothing and alternating pastels.