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"Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house;
can you hear the whispering? "
Quote by _Constance La France
The knowledge is worth more than anything;
wistful memories we called home did bring.
Where our story drone echoed through the walls;
this abandoned home's soul as daylight falls.
Children's loud whispers ever robust songs,
weaved with endless squabbles of rights and wrongs.
Decay from yesteryear changing seasons;
leaves fell, covered round, a mulch like reason.
Green balm, soundlessness hollow, nature's home,
lull emotions of hopefulness now roam.
As it faints away and falls, darkness calls
to the soul of the house's mournful walls.
5/30/2023
Contest: Writing Challenge - C Quotes -
Sponsored by: Constance La France
I tranquility
I’m calm
I restfulness
I’m peace and quiet
Peacefulness I am
I quiet in quietude
I’m silence
I’m soundlessness a hush
I’m calm
In the calmness of the Lord
PEACE
Stillness still am I
Privateness seclusion in mine solitude
Isolation retirement
Freedom from interference
Mental calm in mind serenity.
I am at peace and forever be
in a larger sense, peace (or peacefulness) can alas I’m always in a state of harmony,
Quiet or calm
I’m in serenity
Peacefulness, tranquility
I’m calm
In the calmness of the Lord
My composure placidity placidness and at rest
I’m repose so at ease in comfort contentment In God’s security
Bliss
Joy
Nirvana, Hallelujah
Mixed in law and order
Peacefulness harmony
In harmoniousness accord Jesus concord
Amity I am amicableness in goodwill many friendship
Cordiality nonaggression and nonviolence
Respite
Lull
A ceremonial handshake or kiss exchanged during a service in some Churches symbolize I my Christian love and unity.
PEACE
That is not disturbed by anything at all,
I’m like a still pond with no ripples.
PEACE
I release myself of my emotions
I am not humanity judge nor jury
I am free
Freedom from dispute or dissension between individuals or groups
I agree and receive and believe in God’s grace and His glorious
PEACE
PEACE released
I’m a witness
PEACE is still
PEACE is here for I speak it
ALWAYS
Simple peace.
Peace is a time without any fights or wars.
law and order I speak and live order peacefulness
Peaceableness harmony harmoniousness accord with my brothers and sisters
Concord amity amicableness goodwill friendship even if you proclaim to be my enemy
Cordiality nonaggression nonviolence respite lull
I’m so peace now it’s borderline unbelievable
PEACE
PEACE released
I’m a witness
PEACE is still
PEACE is here for I speak it
ALWAYS
Simple peace.
Peace is in my life
In my minds world
I pour my heart out peace is mind and it can be yours?
This I receive it, speak it and I believe it…
PEACE released
I’m a witness
PEACE is still
PEACE is here for I speak it
ALWAYS
Simple peace.
1/9/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Written for class assignment (WIPS) North Omaha Writers Group (NOW)
January 7, 2020 Assignment
I have realised shortly that "silence"is one of my
defence mechanism.
At times when sprayed by anger I drape my
outfit silence.
Yes, I veil my emotions with quietude.
There are lot of aggression boiling inside
powerful mind which is compressed in
my conscience.
When somebody don't value my words
I don't argue, instead ignore them and
prefer being silent.
Soundlessness combined with darkness
often impresses me and brings solace.
Life is full of frosty
thorns while you
try adjusting
with irresistible
people and
their place.
The only way
to smoothen
the spines is to
smear them with
your calmness
and patience
only up to
the extent
that you can
bear.If those
don't turn into
petal soft then,
slice and smash
them with single dare
without any care.
23-6-2020
Second Place in the Contest:-)
Note: Written for Reflection in Silence Poetry Contest
Sponsor:
Silence
Is
Like
Elated
Nerves
Tethered..
Over
Nasty
Ears
English onomatopoeic words tick tock does punctuate...
audiological "second" associated with ordinary soundlessness
Second of time not decided arbitrarily, but...
Under International System of Units,
the second currently defined as
duration of 9,192,631,770 periods
of radiation corresponding to transition
between two hyperfine
levels of ground
state of caesium-133
atom at temperature
of 0 degrees Kelvin.
Even if deaf and/or
blind Impossible Mission
to escape incessant
atomic elementary coalition
my dear Watson,
through rigorous erudition
pursuant, predicated,
postulated, plotted, pinpointed...,
whereby basic interval
of time engineered fruition
jarring inquisitiveness regarding
yours truly intuition
one body moving thru space
and time till manumision.
Upon mortality liberation comprising me
molecular constituent parts will thus free
repurposing (reincarnation higglety pigglety)
without preserving jammed consciousness, ye
might beg to differ,
yet that precept re:
guarding retaining awareness
previous life thee
less prominent poetic
intent to squander ably
(slight bias, I aver)
precious minutes agree
gated intuiting the
invisibility of ethereal me:
deem (or quantification
thereof) measuring je
nais sais quois (extent
of French words known
to yours truly), whose
lofty ambition key
ying focus, how
every moment allocated
into base unit to run
of the mill by the floss see
George Eliot (Mary
Ann Evans) garden variety,
generic *****sapien,
(no matter differentiation sets E
shove us apart).
Inescapable maddening
march to maximize
potential choice to exercise
fulfillment, or nurse regret
case in point I surmise
extensive disappointment,
though Matthew Scott tries
to separate the figurative
wheat from the chaff and vies
to distill some semblance
of value, cuz he doth realize,
how tempus fugit defies
longing to go back
to the future as he espies
countless reasons that qualifies
as his life left unlived no surprise
since aforementioned sentiment
mentioned, in tandem with
self destructive behavior I despise.
by the right of our walks strewed outside
we too when hiding ourselves in the regime of fire
with our intention and activities
with our standpoint
with our conduct and behaviour
or any instant rule or direction
or our deeds
that compel the rotation of the deodorant
thus after the eye-operation
the love between you and me is now
seeing more week-ends than before
to her knee has been submitted many caws
painted in water-colour
in every corner and every hole of the body
that pulls the rickshaw the wind enters
and in every root-cause of the sufferings
the ripple of annihilation of love
from the shop of dip-swimming now
you can also purchase soundlessness
to feel the spirit of chrysoberyl
now you need the work for 100 days
to gain the power you need to keep pace
with the graph of the terracotta
that may also be a long day of fasting
then on the back of that hungry conch-shell
a globe shouts
the other’s world puts its office-water
in the fountain of cactus the roaring of which
pours so many telephone-calls into the ears
then in our market the ear-bursting sound of the generator
then in our forest-land
the bullet-fight between maoist and the joint-force
then with the enlarging and waning of our moon
are the bright fortnight the dark fortnight and the leaves of wood-apple
CHRISTMAS EVE GIFT MANTIS
In one hundred years
I saw a thousand mantises
on this Christmas Eve another
descended unexpected gift
for a northern Lightwave
whilst I stared at singular
Southern sky
She reminded about stillness
strategy soundlessness
embodied etiquette
empathy reflecting my
mirrors
we practiced prayers
exchanging piety for
piquant dreams
from triangular head
could I trust in timing
Careful calm collected
one leg up slowly
shake observe
turn head left
turn head right
Awareness quivers on
awaiting angle
divining a tiny trial of luck
focus no fidget
its Christmas Eve
ChristLight announced
from a darkly
lucid mantis womb
Her greenstick keys
unlock patient portals to
my Eternal Heart
©GhairoDanielsPoetry
&Song2024
From my heart rises an incessant cry
Like a stormy wind gaining in force and fury
With every passing moment,
It becomes a tumultuous roar
“I want Thee, My God and My Lord
I want none but Thee”! I earnestly entreat
Be with me, not before or behind
But by my side and all around
Enter the soundlessness of my being
Transmute my silence into sheer joy
Play on my tight strung sitar strings
And fill the eerie silence with euphonic melody
I wait here with my lamp lit and burning
Expectant and anxious in this murky gloom
Glue up the broken shards and make me whole
Grant this frail reed its unshakable strength!
Over the loud vociferation of this world
I call your name aloud in weal and woe.
Placed First
Brian Strand Poetry Contest (1051)
I find myself alone in the country
For the first time ever, I can hear my soul
My thoughts are not prancing or on fire
I am alive to do nothing
Unhurried and joyful
Early morning nudges me to take a walk
I smile at the weathered barn with three eyes
surrounded by a rustic coral and skinny barbed wire
the silence is rejuvenating
I am hopeful and excited
Soundlessness of this solitude surrounds my soul
I adore the overgrown grasses, spying dandelions at my feet
are those violets?
Yes as well as tiny bits of mushrooms and wild strawberries.
I am an explorer, alone in the country
For the first time ever happy with my soul.
Fragile as the morning dew,
Sliding down a petal, gentle, subdued
By the soundlessness, the silent
Beauty of a caress, softly kissing away
The night’s distant presence
Waiflike, tempting the heart,
Stirring dreams, believing – bravely
Singing to the still, small silhouettes
Shadows in the song who echoes,
Freely promising the soul to believe
Delicate as the gentle truth,
Beckoning the wonders, so stunning
Charming away the darkest breath,
Calm, like a heartbeat who keeps
Listening for that endless feeling
Ghostly, rising from the mist,
Hastening to color the light’s wings,
Reassuring the moments,
Blessing each prayer, each plea
For the quiet of a heart, worshipful
Light as the moments, in rhythmic
Soundless as vibrant dreams,
Moments so alive they bring electrifying
Themes from the waters, gentling
Each moment with their singing wings
Unearthly, breathless follower
Of hope and faith, the peacefulness
Arising in the soul’s keepsakes,
Where quiet blending of love and grace
Pour over the feelings, crafting praise
Ethereal, the glorious flow from Him
Who silences all fear,
Prepares the soul to reach beyond
The present, into more than make believe,
Into the heaven where He lives,…
Forever – with us, His unending love,
Awakening the soul to see…
With Him, there is no reason to worry,
With Him, there is a hope that is eternal,
With Him, there is life that never wanes!
Sunshine undulates across verdant plain
casting dark shadows ushering twilight zone
ringing athwart tree trunks
invigorating, joyously kickstarting,
and plenti revitalizing
bountiful nature buzzfeeding
vim, vinegar and *****
caressing, massaging, and palpating with
soundlessness inducing bub bully giddy,
and sudsy spongy schmaltzy
harmonic livingsocial kerplunk
also intoxicating this perk o' late
ting teetotaler, no longer ginger
who doth oft times ale
with melancholic funk,
whereat imbibing nectar
of the Gods with fulfillment
temporarily quicken ends euphoric,
albeit 'pon firm meant soberly drunk.
Ah...nothing more uplifting
than (Anita Bryant raisin eyebrows)
plugging sunkist orange treat,
this sensate being privy,
sans front row seat
agog at orchestral, festival, viz
choral paean courtesy sweet
flora and fauna feat
bequeathed to Mother Earth,
a requiem pulsating with heartbeat
pitch perfect exultation
glorifying spring days soon obsolete
ethereal, ideal, and
sensational tonic to gin
prestidigitation, qua
natural psychological helpmeet
pleasant distraction with intent to read
temporarily placating, needling craving
for Pete sakes daily
fix this news junkie,
trembling when complete
awareness he doth accrete,
where quite glum, how
civilization didst mistreat
planet, hence feeling downbeat,
especially haunting ghosts of
Native Americans drumbeat
signal harbinger debacle
i.e. environmental doomsday
soon fated extinction
sealed and complete
inexorably inching closer to reality
necessitating superman to defeat
global warming rendering vast swaths
uninhabitable as Gaia global
temperature packs tremendous heat!