Long Silencing Poems
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Temporary nirvana (albeit elusive),
nonetheless I strive to access
attaining bliss mine soul bless
exceeding exhilaration winning
(with fewest moves against
deadly opponent) bittersweet game,
where life analogous playing chess
mortality embraced hesitantly, I confess
gnarled, knotted, pitted... old fingers
wrinkled mottled flesh doth dress
unavoidable senescence
upon body politic mortality doth express,
though severely myopic,
yours truly eyewitness
self positing query,
asper meaning of life
oft times rhetorical question fathomless
lacking satisfactory resonance,
this mind strives to second guess
time spent probing haphazardness,
asper gaining insightful purposefulness...
coalesces, sans clarity when idleness
experiences Zen, albeit approximately
inducing light trance smooths jaggedness
inviting mindfulness, lucidness, keenness...
absolute zero distraction eases lamentableness
assuaging, deepening, massaging
psychological state with limitless
ascendence toward manageableness
decreasing mental din and clangor
allowing, enabling, providing...
cerebral nearsightedness
to escape into temporary nothingness,
a foretaste of eternal obliviousness
free from preponderant woes,
incessant sweaty palms, a painless
dimension unfeeling unimaginable quietness
impossible to envision raptness,
when death be not proud reiterates stillness
silencing roiling tempestuousness!
Each green leaf, each heavy heart
Breathing in the grief… grief who haunts,
Rising from the forests, hesitant to depart
With whispers, winds, light for each heart’s wants
Each fiery sun, blazing on the melancholic dawn
Heavenly sensations falling over the wren’s crooning
Her song in a feeling, blessings to which we’re drawn
Lifting away the ache of a day, storm shower’s pruning
Each glistening stream, flowing over smooth stones
Heading for rivers where waters run deep, hiding
All the laughter of a forest who is welcoming the bones
Of her past, where shadows grieve and go sliding
Each well meant race between night and day
When the shadows play across the mountain’s blue
Weeping for the moments when we fail to pray
For the winsome breath of a woodsy spring’s brand new
Each silence, each faded whisper, each reminiscence
Folded into the oaks, the pines, the spirit’s sensing
All the beautiful beneath the leaves, this since
All the joy of knowing His glory among the clever commencing
Each crackle of a leaf, each sound of squirrel in grief
Silencing the heavy footsteps of a lasting peace
It is the mountains, the forest, bringing relief
To those who know God is here and love will never cease
Each forest’s light, glistening against the backdrop
So alive, soundlessly revealing all the echoes, overcast
Heaven’s gentling truth, rising, singing nonstop
Of the love that will always be, love that is steadfast
Each moment, each hue, each direction’s boldest muse
Wisdom echoes in the forest’s new, sincere as blue
A silent cry, a promise for you and I – oh, we must choose
The wonder of a love from God above, a love that is always true!
Who plays
the world's guitar
turning hearts
against life
US wants money
Russia land
mindless of tears
and blood shed
China sneezed
covid spread
muzzling mouths
silencing sounds
dulling senses
to pain of blood
weakening bodies
enraging minds
tilting world's
economic power
laying wood
to later ignite
with the spark
of a murdered
world leader
in the Balkans
enflaming nations
enraging hearts
even brother
against brother
horror
in the Mid East
the flames l spread
and warships
will encompass
Holy land
Jerusalem will fear
unthinking hand
will press the button
razing nations
to the ground
skin will fly off
bodies will blacken
no tears in eyes
left to cry
corpses will pile up
without a burial
no place to run
or time to say
even a short
Our Father prayer
no flesh will be left
unless humanity
on their knees will
convert
except for the Remnant
nourished by Mary
sheltered in the Heart
of the Trinitarian God
to a paradise on earth
restart
candles of faith
bending dark
welcoming
Jesus's return
in power
to stop the madness
of self-annihilation
His breath
will blow away
infected air
touching bier of earth
with His hand
will resurrect creation
to its pristine
splendor
flowers dancing
with happiness
birds serenading
harmony
rivers flowing serenity
and people running
with health and joy
of living with
each other in peace
singing gratitude
to Triune God
Who is love
alone magnificent
all powerful in glory.
LuzdeMariaRevelacionesMarianas- October 28,2023: Death of a world leader will intensify and spread the war.
When I’m sinful, as I am by nature…
Forget my wisdom and gossip or darken
My heart with hues of dread or desperation
Feelings felt by a heart who is disrespectful
One who knows they’re not following directions!
When I’m errant, as I have been know to be…
Following my nature instead of grace or peace
Heaven knows I feel as if I’ve fallen from grace
And that I have no chance of entering heaven’s gates
Or knowing the warm touch of my Father’s ways!
When I’m wicked, as I know that I can be…
Darkening the light that God’s glory always gives
Sighing with discontent, silencing my joy and faith
Reaching out toward the evil instead of the virtuous
There comes a shadow falling over my hopefulness
When I’m corrupt, as I would like to forget to be…
Risking my love on worries, fear and trepidation
Yearning for a chance to take back those things I did
The ones that taught me a lesson, but made me feel…
Like I was someone deserving of God’s rejection!
When I’m evil, as I am by my very nature…
I find my heart receding from the light that He gives me
Eclipsed by apprehension, trouble and darkest agonies
Yearning for the chance to get back to my best again
And give Him my sincere love - affection… praising eternally!
When I’m obnoxious, disgusting or unpleasant….
I know He still listens, despite my iniquity
He whispers…. “Child, you need my blessing”
“Please listen… follow my directions - please”
“Love, love, love… is the answer”… His wonderous correction!
BELIEVE!
Being driven by others
who just don't see your illness
since it's not a broken arm or leg
keep saying I'm special I can win
the being disqualified because
you never attended college.
nor because you suffered injury
or illness being told you just.
cannot compete struggling.
because someone said you
and your mind cannot write.
its own thoughts searching.
finding real hope within
The Special Olympics
where you are among
your own peers why one
must believe writing poetry
is no different that being able
to express yourself through
poetry and song is a gift no one
has the right to take it away
from you the feeling being free
in your mind to be challenged to soar
in spite being quote unquote broken
silencing yourself words unspoken
Maya Angelou wrote of great suffrage
depression and abuse as did Virginia Woolf
during her madness mental disease her best
poetry was created including Emily Dickinson
Edgar Alan Poe William Shakespeare
many great writers mentally disabled persons
think write read and sing teaching us about
mental illness why they have a lot to say
well in my book I think that it's okay
Written by Mrs Yolanda Joy Nicholsen
Birdsong clings to the oak, birch and pine as butterflies dance across fresh petals with delight at the sigh of nectar bees sip like white wine. ~ by Poet
Birds, in bright, brilliant apparel
Harbingers of the season
Delighting rhythms of laughter,
Gentle hope and sweet compassion
Breathtaking collections of the species
All wild and appealing to the senses
Of those who listen to the soft whispers
Wishes soaring across the tallest ridges
Bringing tales of grace and mercy
These whimsical creatures alight on trees
Landing at breakneck speeds, alive
Hidden beneath layers of vibrant feathers
Beckoning to the spirit who loves freedom
These rare caresses of God’s soft breath
Touch the heart with their mystical sigh
Murmuring abandon to the captive soul
Brisk melodies are crooned from behind beaks
Who whistle rich cries of enchanting dreams
Silencing the chatter of squirrels and beaver
With captivating tunes from the serene heavens
Blowing love throughout the saplings and shrubs
There is assurance that nothing can discourage
With faith from the One who lingers in the light
Embracing with passion, the character who cares
Bringing life to the heart of this natural world
These musical, sailing and gliding flocks
Designed to carry songs to the forest and glen
Reach out to us with melodies of kindness within
Blue, black and awe-inspiring hues of secret coats
Cover these happy, cheerful pleasures from the One
Who knows our needs and blesses us with these
beautiful flock of birds who sing harmony with nature
A Flock of Birds Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
October 4, 2022
“TOPTOMIST”
* Word Created by P. Romios *
T- they walk with a smile, in a negative world,
O-Oracles of Free Speech for everyone!
P-Persevering their truth~despite overt ,persecution?
T- They know so well, when one door closes, another opens!.
O-Omens of those, who respect your great individuality.
M-Mentors, they, your soul’s leaders, listen to their wisdom.
I- Independence, freedom, yes. poets Toptomists, fight for thee?
S-Silencing any poetic voice, is like a heart gnawed to pieces by ticks,
T-Terror is only a dictator’s trick, dressed in righteousness,with no glow!
8/23/2025
Now!
kiss me
when the sun
sleeps under cover
of evening hills. Where
soft sheets shroud our sight,
yet letting our feelings softly in.
Within our blanket bivouac, we are
buffered from the bustling world. Trusting
only touch to slip through the covering cloth,
silencing lying eyes. Eyes surrender gladly, leaving
fingers to trace forgotten pathways. Our skin remembers
what hasty eyes brushed aside in passing. Forgotten now are
smiles, frowns, and doubts once misread by sight. Kiss me now -
while the sun sleeps beneath our veiled skies. Kiss me through cloth-
to feel what eyes forget, forgo, let go, without the joyous sense of touch.
As a child, darkness
Stirred my heart, fear
Walked stubbornly
Across my thoughts, silencing
The tenderness that was
My mother’s love, the safety
Found in her heart, shelter
From harm, from the dark
As a woman, insecurity
Had a free rein in my thoughts,
Silencing the confidence, the faith
That might have encouraged
My belief in myself, my belief
In everyone else – but the fear
Haunted my feelings, my sensitivity
With its raging panic, it’s worry
The anxiety that brought such shame
As I grew older, the fear of
Losing – plagued me
I couldn’t let go of them,
The ones I love, the family
Who gave me so much joy
Love that will always be a light
Shining through the dark,
Whispering faith into my heart,
Erasing the loneliness, the doubt
That darkens my hopes,
Colors my prayers in shadows
But when death came, despite the fears
Grief accompanying the depths of pain…
I knew that the only fear that remained
Was the fear of never seeing them again
That is the reason I always pray
For Jesus to save those who remain
Because, above all else – whatever fears
Have darkened my thoughts – the only
Fear that is worthwhile…
Is the fear of God who I seek day and night
Matthew 10:28 (KJV) - And fear not them which kill the body, but are not able to kill the soul: but rather fear him which is able to destroy both soul and body in hell.
Beautiful sadness
Dizziness takes hold, as life's light grows dim
Darkness invades, as realities fade
Breathing stops cold, survivals chances, slim
All functions slayed, succumb to hearts blockade
Empty voids fill this ebon existence
Nothingness penetrates life-giving cells
Spirit re-ignites, blasting resistance
Silencing the ringing of tolling bells
Eyes wide-open, twinkling in night sky
Nourished by a rush of blood to the head
A temporal break as life passes by
Grateful for life, instead of being dead
My pacemaker insists on heartfelt gladness
I'm satisfied with beautiful sadness
John Derek Hamilton
December 31,2018