Long Tranquillity Poems
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Free cheese for the mouse is a trap
As you squeeze your hand
You demand a “pill” in order to fulfill your day!
Your world seems open
As your blood flows, your action shows
The deceit of the trap and
A fraction of your mind is lost!
The cost involves your own sanity
But for you the entire world is vanity.
You claim you have tranquillity
As you crave, the drug makes you brave and
You behave in a way beyond your ability!
Your addiction is based on what we call “free cheese”
As you squeeze the pill in your hand
You become one of the crowd
You feel so proud of yourself but
You did not know that it was a trap that was set up and
You fell for it just like a little mouse
Free cheese will kill you.
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
Oh Moon - My Moon
Softly illuminating the midnight sky
On silvery beams you serenely drift
Tranquillity in the nighttime found
Beholden to you for the solace you gift
Trillions of secrets cast, confidence saved
Just a trifle touched, I smiled as you blushed
Beneath a canopy of twinkling stars
As lovers dared to bare, inhibitions crushed
Oh, silvery deity of this conscious night
My innermost thoughts in you I confide
Your constant presence is my comfort and joy
Oh Moon, My Moon, you are my comrade and guide
A custodian for lovers and the Muse’s aid
Protect my journey through your comforting shade
Maria Williams © 2023
Having been on my own
for the past ten years
I suppose I am set in my ways
If I’ve no planned routine
at the start of each day
I just come and I go as I may
Awaking each morn just before dawn
I can go where my mood may take me
Disliking routine I meander free
to come and to go as I please
For now there is no one here except me
with my very own idiosyncrasies
Generally I enjoy my own company
Though from time to time
seeing friends and family
is such an enjoyable treat for me
But to have someone
permanently under my roof
It would drive me insane
send my soul in a whirl
as slowly my mind
and my body unfurl
At this juncture in life
I want peace and tranquillity
No hassle
No stress
No irritability
So when I have guests
I pull out all my best
Spoiling them rotten
as we laugh and we jest
But as the days pass
and our moods start to show
It is time to bid farewell
It is time for them to go
Or frustrations
raise their ugly head
and we may say things
we should not have said
So as the old adage suggests
Familiarity can breed contempt
and living too long
with family and friends
is how a good relationship
may come to an end…
Written 14th September 2019
Contest Strand Select U
Sponsor Brian Strand
3rd Place
Yes, that is the role of the Teacher, as Shams was to
me – showing one ‘who they are’, so they can stop
bleating, crying at night, and never again be afraid.
Rumi
Oh beloved,
I'm like Rumi without Shams.
A shivering summer soul,
secretly stalked by wild white winter wolves.
A chiffon child chiselling chimerical calligraphy,
cursed with invisible ink, silent in sentimental sighs.
I've become the son of solitude,
tired from torture and torment,
descending like surreal sinking sunsets shaded in scarlet,
yearning for a dawn where we can blend like sunrise.
I have no desire to write
in your journal of sorrows,
but you cut my veins to bleed.
What is pain without pleasure,
or a poet without his poetess?
Oh mistress of the night,
I'll forever wait for you to adorn my garden,
to finally inhale the fragrance of my roses.
I'm the oil lamp in all your blackness.
Sometimes I may flicker like a candle,
but I will always reignite to create a spark.
Change the eternal chambers of my heart.
The day you stop reading my musings,
my pen will forever slumber.
Oh daughter of darkness,
let me salvage moonlight then place it into your eyes.
Guide my quill to engrave upon your shores.
Together we will sail away from Satan's spawn.
I'll shield you from twilight's beasts,
protect you from demons with crimson claws,
emancipate your wings to fly from an illusionary island.
Because,
you love the moon,
but it's the stars you gaze at,
hoping their stardust will illuminate your heart,
before they fade into nothingness.
Oh my seclusive sweetheart,
I will strum strings of serenity,
so you release tears of tranquillity.
I may not be the most handsome blossom,
nor the most popular prolific poet,
but I gift you my art and alliteration.
Some may say I'm romantic,
but I am no judge of what is exotic or poetic.
We can't put all our faith in petals and poetry.
I'm no emperor who deserves an enchanting empress -
merely a broken butterfly in your precious palms.
Life is an absent bride,
so I'm not afraid to bleed to death,
in the hope of soothing tomorrows.
I never knew when poetry became my passion
I never knew when my passion became my profession
I was a person who could not write a letter
But love made me the poet without a question
And nostalgia is making my writing skills better and better
Certainly love broke my heart
As it is doing since antiquity
But my poems reaching to every part
And touching every heart
Writing poem gives me a kind of tranquillity
My effort is let tears not come in anyone's eyes
My eyes know what a torrent comes everyday
When any heart gets broken
Let my poems be a sun rise
And dry all the weeping eyes
May they Bring hope and light every day
May not a single heart, break again
Form:
What am I missing
since lockdown began
way back in March
I was happy and free
to come and to go
any where
any day
taken for granted
Oh dear ~ silly me…
Social isolating
has kept me inside
a place to feel safe
a place for to hide
But now going out
I look all about
in case someone else
may walk far too close
Then I remember
not too long ago
a smile
a good morning
so lovely to hear
on a sweet sunny morn
how I yearn
how I pray
on this bright sunny day
for their welcome return
For I hope paranoia
will never kick in
it would be such a shame
it would be such a sin
not to walk by the sea
with her ebb and her flow
a place I adore
I could ask for no more…
She gives me such peace and tranquillity
She truly makes my soul soar
She takes me to another place
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
where folk still have a smile upon their face
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Written 31st May 2020
Contest Strand no 780
Sponsor Brian Strand
2nd Place
Look at us catching the sunset together
With some light talk to get us going
Nothing but nature and sheer tranquillity
And a nice glass of chardonnay
If you ask me what the occasion
I'd say we're celebrating life
And we should do it more often
Cause we don't get great sunsets like this
For we are always on the move
At times when you're catching a sunset
I'm out there catching a breath
Cause my day is barely over and I can't get home
That's why I'd want to take this moment all in
To enjoy that sweet fragrance
'Cause the streets can be suffocating
And it's hard to go fast in a crowd
At this moment tomorrow is a distant place
Yesterday is a messy place
Today is pacing by
But presently, memories are all I picture
The PO£T
Ah, my ambitions are wailed and buffered by unexpected winds,
and the hope for tomorrow is crunching with the weeping leaves
detaching from the branches and becoming yellow, auburn, and dry!
Yesterday I sat by the creek and followed the flow of the gurgling water,
but its sound was too deafening for a nimble mind not seeking tranquillity,
many contemplate death and confront fate's lie that's a mere lullaby:
who has less courage, with no purpose for being alive, can't alter it by a hair!
Bethoughts were clouds suspended over the slow-rotating Earth, I tried
to give them a realization to break the curse spoken by an envious rival;
the quicker I chased them, the faster they fled, and breathlessly I was bound
to fall into unseen dangers never expected to make me feeble and rapidly fall!
Ah, my ambitions are walled and buffered by unexpected winds,
and my wish was to see them go further than they ever could,
not being brutally tortured and taken out of existence totally!
Would I gather the strength to rebuild them as a mighty fortress?
When we dream imagination sets no limits to our ambitions and being bold
is essential to the achievement that clutters the dreamer's mind...
with one exception: never settle down for less if the spirit declares ambiguity!
I could never have loved anyone
the way I have loved you.
Heart on Heart, facing life and death,
just me and you.
I could have followed you like your
shadow, true love, I thought.
Our Souls joined as one from the
moment we met.
With a promise of forever silently
sealed.
Even though our time was only
a minute, it was enough to last
all eternity, I thought.
In my Kingdom of love, joy and
tranquillity, an unexpected
thunderstorm brought great sorrow.
And in my memories, the comings
and goings, day and night, took the
desire to face the morrow.
It pains me through and through
to think all the joy and laughter
were nothing more than an illusion.
The head swirls like leaves in a
whirlpool of uncertainty and
confusion.
“I will hold your hand forever,
and together, we will enjoy life’s
simple pleasures”, you said.
Why did Faith douse the flicker
from raging into a beautiful flame?
Was I deliberately being misled?
Or was it all just a game?
Tears fell continuously like a heavy
downpour of rain,
Pictures of memorable moments
captured, now soaked and destroyed,
never to be seen again.
The heart now lives in a broken
dream wrapped in melancholy and
utter despair.
While the hollow shell of a tormented
Soul lingers in an abyss, fighting
with itself, refusing to accept that
the rainbow of such a sweet love
could suddenly disappear.
by Zyrool
O, Mimi, my sweet sincere late dear friend,
To chase foul pests, on you I did depend,
With soft paws you danced through radiant days,
With whiskers waltzing in such gentle ways.
Your eyes grey blue, sparkled with knowing grace,
In every corner, you sprawled your quick pace,
Rats and mice dreaded your presence, your race,
You chased them away from all nooks and space.
Mimi, former companion calm and true,
With velvet softness of your pat, you knew
How to spin shrines of solace, how to play,
Marking what my heart vastly miss today.
Though on you now resides the earthly veil,
Your spirit softly stretches in the gale,
In every shadow, every spark of light
Your memory sparkles, forever bright.
Rest now, dear Mimi, in tranquillity,
For as, scripted by hands of destiny,
We may cross roads in the span of the sky,
So tender and tenacious was our tie.