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I sat still in the moment's silence,
Listening to the songs of the birds—
A melody of varied frequencies,
A harmony is born from nature's gifts.
I gazed at the radiant sky,
I watched the clouds,
Artwork of a perfect Craftsman.
They stretch, move, and disperse in space,
All in a time set and approved by their Creator.
I turned to look at a bird on a wire,
Unafraid of its rhythmic movement,
it preened its feathers.
It later took off,
basking in the warmth of the friendly sky.
I observed the trees,
Dancing to the orchestra of the wind.
Their exuberant foliage is a blessing of spring;
Their healthy boughs are a result of a generous intake.
I wondered how soon they would be gone—
Our dominance and insatiable craving for aesthetics have encroached on their survival.
I reflected on how my mother tended her garden.
I thought about how she made sure we had trees planted in our yard,
How she told us stories about the forest and its mysteries,
How her face glowed when her garden thrived and bloomed.
I pondered how I found myself walking her path.
Suddenly, I was jolted out of my reverie—
It was a call from my mother.
She talked about how her purple flowers had finally turned the corner.
I smiled at the excitement in her voice.
Her love for nature has allowed her to age gracefully;
I believe she has made the wisest choice.
May 3, 2025.
In a garden green, where shadows creep,
Where secrets linger and sorrows seep,
There stood a tree, its branches wide,
But hidden within, a poison resides.
Its roots dug deep, in fertile ground,
Nurtured by anger, its essence profound,
Fed by the waters of bitter disdain,
It grew and thrived, its darkness unchained.
A seed was sown in the depths of ire,
Watered by tears and fueled by fire,
A heart deceived, a friendship betrayed,
The poison tree grew, its vengeance displayed.
Its bark grew thick, its branches spread,
With whispered venom, it filled my head,
The fruits it bore, so enticingly red,
Held the venomous nectar of words unsaid.
I watched it grow, my anger untamed,
As bitterness flourished, love was maimed,
No solace sought, no peace I found,
For the poison tree consumed my ground.
The more it grew, the less I could see,
The damage inflicted, the toll it would be,
In the stillness of night, I faced my plight,
A choice to make, to vanquish the blight.
With heavy heart, I sought an accord,
To sever the ties, the poison tree gored,
I watered forgiveness, embraced the light,
And watched as the poison tree withered from sight.
For in its demise, a lesson I gleaned,
That hatred's harvest, no good redeem,
In the soil of compassion, new seeds were sown,
A chance for healing, to find my own.
Now I tend to a garden of love and grace,
Where kindness blossoms in every space,
But the memory lingers, a reminder still,
Of the poison tree, its venomous thrill.
So let us beware, the anger we nurse,
The poison we harbor, the curses we rehearse,
For in the depths of our hearts, we hold the key,
To either nurture a garden or a poison tree.
The occupiers
Faro is a beautiful coastal town with a marina
and wonderful blue waters, it is an old city with
historic buildings and an inner wall where
the army and rich merchants lived, but there is a problem
you can hear it like swarm bees long before you
see them; rats are building a city in the ancient
the sewer system and get sunlight through
the storm drains, not to forget they a have an army to,
vermin come ashore from long boats, established
a colony thrived and married into the local rats.
At night thousands of them come over ground
and clean the city of waste, the sanitation dep,
has little to do in a town with no litter, but how
long will it takes before the vermin are strong
and ready to expel the humans?
PS. This scribbling was never meant to have political
Connotation.
No one will know how brightly she smiled
That it charmed her parents and beguiled
Those who loved her near home where she thrived
How she sang and danced, so full of life
How her innocent thoughts touched the world.
From now on, it will remain untold
What deeds they did, what insults they hurled
At her that caused an act of suicide;
No one will know ...
We have lost a beautiful child;
A destiny was rendered unfulfilled.
What she might have accomplished with her life
Who would have made her his precious wife
If she would have prospered and grown old
No one will know ...
aging a silent soothing balm
can be a baleful burden to bear along
a rocking cradle of calm
yet, often facing the winds of storms
a spirit so bold and tall
with bodily frame frail and fragile
a quiet and gentle grace
but a bloom that silently fades
greying hair usher wisdom
in the garden of time
where once youthful dreams thrived
with echoes of those dreams
still silently stirring our hearts
yet, the shadow of lost youth
stretches, soaring like autumn leaves
soon to fall aground
we derive showers of thrill
to see our progeny
tread their journey
with flying colours
yet grim solitude
soon takes their place
with their own loads of life
they are called upon to bear.
the joy of friends gathered
with their laughter ringing clear
raises the spirit high
with sweet or harsh memories
of battles fought together
yet echoes of loss
sometimes resonate
pulling the soul down
the hurried rush starts to cease
with inner peace taking its place
viewing the world with clearer eyes
bathed in a gentler light
yet each morning brings a subtle pain
the heart breath growing slow
a quiet toll that no one can shake
with intake of pills growing tall
we learn to carry burdens,
light and deep
find seams of solace
in softer, smoother strings
in a woven tapestry
our life is retold
in sacred solemn silence
for coming years to behold
on balance, with each new ache
a story's written clear
of pathways taken
moments dearly cherished
though youth may fade
like beauty of the face
the heart remains, forever young in grace
aging being what we make of it.
The city workers had torn up the street,
but now were gone the weekend had arrived.
Still no break though from the sweltering heat
as walkers on the boulevard still thrived.
A sudden cloudburst dropped a foot of rain
it seemed, at least enough to fill the trench
before it left. The water didn't drain
and soon the children raced into the drench.
Tank suits came from nowhere to the street
as children leapt into the cooling wet.
The grown ups smiled and laughed most indiscreet
and stood as far away as they could get
from splashing waves that flew over the sides
as boys kicked up the water and girls screamed.
Still no Coney Island with all the rides,
we boys jumped in and in the chaos beamed
for we had never had a swimming pool;
such wonders did escape those of our class.
But now the sky had opened for us fools;
we barely noticed water warm and passed
the afternoon as though a miracle
had come to us. Throughout the closing day
we came to love the freedom lyrical
that God bestowed upon us just to say
we were his children, though too young to know
that blessings soon will pass. In fact, the street
would be repaired before the falling snow
in the next week. We would return to heat
for several weeks. Now I don't recall
what happened in the coming, cooling clime.
I just put hands on the thrill of it all
with photos of that once upon a time.
See through my eyes
Cheerful faces
with my first cry,
Born into this world
my mother's pretty face,
Forgetting all the pains
thrived with all grace,
Saw through my little brain
everyone in a rat race,
Hurt, insult and abuse,
world was no holy place,
Kids and women killed
bloodshed their real face,
Lavish spending on wars
while hunger begged at sacred place,
Brutal murders and rapes
of humanity, law and jail breaks,
Mother Earth exhausted
of its natural resources,
Selfishness, greed and cruelty
I am so much scared,
Days are dark
and nights awake,
Take me to a safer place mother
maybe back into your womb,
Afloat in peace with my eyes closed !
Written Sept 2nd, 2015
For contest by Silent one
Move Aphrodite the roly poly cherub and his kitty cat are on their way.
Aphrodite was miffed, when Zeus spoke to her so roughly that April day.
She hid in the waves and watched the corpulent cherub and his kitty fat.
They were laughing and dancing, and she very much did not like that.
She plotted to make their art horrible, she wanted them to fail.
Instead they thrived, and frolicked, the kitty flung around his happy tail.
She was irritated beyond irritated, how dare they treat her so mean?
They were frumpy animals, while she was a Goddess, and a queen!
Her jealousy preceded her throughout the rest of the dismal day.
She was angry at their happiness, and their enthusiastic play!
She would have told Zeus off, except he was still kind of the boss.
Unfortunately, she retained a very bad mood, it truly was her loss.
With a gladsome heart, I set out to the world,
Through valleys and hills, my spirit unfurled,
I wandered far and wide, with no fear or doubt,
My soul filled with joy, as I journeyed about.
The sun shone bright, with its warm golden light,
And the flowers bloomed, in a rainbow of delight,
The birds sang sweetly, with their melodious voice,
And my heart rejoiced, in their songs and their poise.
I met many people, on my way through life,
Some filled with happiness, some filled with strife,
But I carried on, with my head held high,
For I knew in my heart, the truth couldn't lie.
With each step I took, I grew stronger and bolder,
For the world was my oyster, and I was its soldier,
I faced every challenge, with a fearless heart,
And emerged victorious, in every single part.
The mountains I climbed, were steep and high,
But I never faltered, or let out a sigh,
For with a gladsome heart, I faced every trial,
And triumphed over each obstacle, with a smile.
As I look back, on my life so far,
I see a path, that's been both bright and bizarre,
But I'm filled with joy, and a sense of pride,
For with a gladsome heart, I've lived, and I've thrived.
So I'll keep on journeying, through life's ups and downs,
With a gladsome heart, and a smile that knows no bounds,
For the world is a treasure, that's waiting to be found,
And with a gladsome heart, I'll explore it, unbound.
A Bluish Violet Flower
A bluish violet flower watches from the shore of an ancient riverbed
A river born of fire when the Earth was new
Sulfuric air, ground ripped apart from Earth’s upheaval
Chemicals mixed with lightening to create life
Single celled animals and ancient reptiles
And a single plant on the burnt earth
A single plant with a single bluish violet flower
It lived its life with cooling water
Cattails lined the shore
A million flowers bloomed every spring
Fish and turtles swam in its currents
Children played on its shore
Laughing and jumping into the refreshing waters
The waters caressed the bluish violet flower
Giving it life saving moisture
Still the bluish violet flower watched the fish, the turtles and the children
The river long ago died
The riverbed that, from the beginning held life, is still now
Rocks of sandstones and granite create a natural blanket
The only fish are fossils of life millions of years old
That bluish violet flower
The one whose life began when time was young
The one who watched when life began and thrived in a lonely riverbed
It remembers the fish, the turtles, the children and the flowers
That bluish violet flower still watches
It watches the stillness and the silence
And all alone it mourns