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In the vast field of beings, some are stars casting kindness,
Somehow born with a mirage that drips mercy of its own accord.
They traverse valleys and deserts, spreading, unwavering, their pure essence,
While others, with kindness held beneath the leaves of the heart, offer it hesitantly.
They are generosity embodied, with palms open towards the sky,
Even when the sky is barren, asking nothing in return.
They do not demand we understand, as they breathe droplets of color into us,
That penetrate the veins of life, turning macadam into a silk road.
They are luminous beacons; in tumultuous times, they are our anchor,
And perhaps we too, are a haven for a moment in this ballet of fate.
Then, the storm passes, and each raises their sails to catch another wind,
New paths on the horizon, while desires twinkle behind like light on the waves.
They are the ones who ignite the light in unknown depths,
Awakening in the soul what it had forgotten it could illuminate:
Hope, joy, the delicate, magical thread of an unreal connection,
Silent proofs that souls can communicate more than the spoken word.
By their side, we find peace, stringing thoughts like beads on a thread,
And the heart, like a placid ocean, forgets to ripple in turmoil.
These people, whom we discover not with eyes, but with our whole being,
Though we try, we cannot forget them, for their imprint has shaped us.
With very few we resonate in the absolute, in perfect harmony,
And those found must be kept, not let them slip away
For they are our solace, the sweet balm of our days,
We are the clay of the same soul and the hearth of the same inner flame.
In sorrow's dark and lonely night,
Have you lost loved ones, or labored in vain for light?
Has joy's sweet melody been shattered by life's unseen hand?
Fear not, dear heart, for hope's sweet balm is at your command.
Injustice's chains have bound you tight,
Unjustly jailed, and suffering for another's plight.
Love's sweet deceit has left you torn,
And family's troubles weigh upon your heart forlorn.
Rejection's sting has pierced your soul,
Failure's label clings, and fears make you whole.
But don't be swayed, dear heart, for success is near,
And goodness, though unreciprocated, will ultimately clear.
Fired, forsaken, and forgotten, you wander alone,
A poor man's voice, drowned out by the crowd's cold stone.
Evil's repayment for your love's pure heart,
Don't stop your goodness, for it will never depart.
What's meant to be will be, no force can alter fate's design,
Though delayed, joy will arrive, and lost glory will entwine.
Why succumb to life's complexities, and contemplate the darkest night?
Why surrender to negativity's grasp, and consider the final, fatal fight?
Guard yourself, relax, and rejoice, for the cross's burden will soon pass,
And in its wake, a brighter dawn will rise, and forever last.
The sugar sweet balm of salt water taffy
graced the breeze.
While savoring deep breaths of this seaside confection,
I held tightly, my grandmother’s hand.
I was five years old and we had come to the shore,
just the two of us, for a few days.
The boardwalk was hot. The sun’s intensity matched
only by the hypnotic rhythm of the whitecaps
rushing their sandy demise.
Strolling along, I spotted a beautiful window.
It boasted the most remarkable display of miniatures.
There were elaborate, colorful settings of Ferris wheels and rides
and it was full of Disney memorabilia.
Having just seen Pinocchio, I asked for the tiny Blue Fairy.
She was beautiful and sure to bestow her magic on me.
I took my prize and together we sat for hours and gazed,
the ocean, the gulls, beach babies, my sweet guardian and me.
Indeed, my diminutive new friend did accompany me for
the rest of my stay and long after.
That wonderful day, a blessed memory of my grandmother,
will be with me forever.
Peaceful as a frozen lake by a quiet winter's dawn
still as the silence that whispers to us, like a fawn
Drawn to the air in our lungs as we gently engage
side by side in a world of great love, rock of Age
Let us fly like birds through a world of pure joy
where beauty and grace are virtues we deploy
Let us live here as one and always keep pace
with a heart that is pure, set always in place
Composed as the Sun when it beams on the snow
with a linger of solitude and a trace of afterglow
Quiet as the stars of heaven that exude n' shine
late at night in the sky as it turns , red to wine
Let us embrace and exist as we breathe in the calm
clothing our thoughts with a drop of sweet balm
Let us arrive by the rivers of brave and swim free
just like the fish in the sea who know how to be,
peaceful as a frozen lake by a quiet winter pond,
still as the silence that whispers to us at dawn.
In the golden breeze that whispers from the warmest climes,
Sweet balm and light bestowed upon my brow,
The tender touch of you through still or restless times,
Burns with passion of the past and here and now.
My words sound hollow and brittle, matchstick broken,
As they struggle in frustration to effectively express,
The full essential rapture in their rhetoric unspoken
Of your heart and soul and sex and amazing tenderness.
And in the setting of the sun upon the night’s untamed desire,
The rising moon a lover infiltrates the vacuum sky,
Animates my heart with burnished silver phantom fire
And draws the shape of you that dominates my eye.
The world and all its wonders in your form encapsulate,
You are the only soul and flesh in which I must immerse,
And I know despite the chaos of uncertainty and fate,
You become the very centre of my life, my universe.
One finds themselves full of anxiousness
you don't know where it starts
and unsure when it will finish
its mark is left deep in your heart
In this battle, one wants to overcome
a spirit within to never ever retire
have a believing faith slowly move on
don't stop just keep lighting your fire
Don't allow your embers to go out
pour in your coal to constantly burn
attack this stressful fearful anxiety
believing in victory that it will turn
In the midst of an anxiety attack
dig deep into your resources of calm
bring them up to quell your stress
allowing to develop such a sweet balm
(Because of the pandemic, a lot of people are facing fear, a lot of people are facing anxiety. But the battle does not just stop there, because in addition to anxiety, is the stigma. So I have written this in response to encourage those fighting this stigma.)
In draining sand I trace the line
the tide has made in bubbles, fine,
where scalloped wavelets sloped in foam,
halt the ocean’s wide roiling roam.
Pale seashells shimmer in bright sun
and tiny crabs sport sideways run;
whitecaps dancing, turquoise to green,
toss at my feet a glossed sea bean.
Solitude, loved quiet and calm,
give to my weary soul sweet balm.
The mornings that I stroll the beach
seem like heaven slips into reach;
I pause to rest on driftwood bench
drink in the sea, my soul thirst quench.
Copyright, August 21, 2016
Faye Lanham Gibson
ONE GOOD MAN
by Tina Lasley
You breathed into my life like a whisper
So soft, and gentle, with such ease
Your kisses rocked my world
and brought me to my knees
A voice ever so soothing
A demeanor so easily calm
Your sexy voice singing
Is like a wonderful sweet balm
No need to fill the silence with chatter
We can sit in each other’s presence with ease
You holding my hand
Me wanting to please
Comfort, Protection and Safety
Are found within your arms
Where nothing can penetrate the surface
Therefore, bring no harm
Bigger than life, a gentle soul
A kindred spirit with a heart of gold
Such a wondrous Man
If truth be told
You set the standard
For all other men
Don't know that there’ll be another
That will measure up again
He will protect us and bring us through
When the seas are calm,
you can feel tranquility like sweet balm.
Then the storm waves begin to form,
crashing the peace.
You feel torn, hopeless, and forlorn.
Riding out the storms alone,
we never have to do for the
one Captain of our fate,
is ever near.
He will always see us through.
When the tides of sorrow arrive look to him.
For he is ever watching over us,
he dries the tears and delivers the weak.
For he has foreseen and conquered
this storm we face before.
Once you trust the Captain of your fate,
surrender your heart over to him.
You can tell the storms to blow
all around you.
When the world shouts defeat
you will know by your side is the
keeper that the storms obey.
Now here
Nowhere near
This space
Full of grace
This time
Where chimes rhyme
This face
Now in place
This smile
In good style
This touch
Just as much
This core
Knows much more
This ease
Grounds for peace
This feel
Cheer now heals
This sway
On the way
This cheer
Without fear
This tease
In life lease
This calm
Spreads sweet balm
This niche
Makes each rich
This love
From above
This hope
That sculpts scope
This truth
That sparks proof
This glow
Know this flow
This find
Beyond kind
This zest
To know fest
This poise
To feel voice
This art
To sync heart
Leon Enriquez
04 April 2019
Singapore