Long Tranquilly Poems
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I’m Virgo, playing music tranquilly
in this self-portrait. The clavichord I chose.
It denotes fine education; the black clothes
I'm wearing prove I value chastity.
Dark as a shadow, to the left of me
is the face of my governess, which shows
I am dutiful. My face fairly glows -
lit with love for the arts and poetry!
See me in this latter portrait, still in black,
a high collar at my neck. A strange disguise
my face is now; I'm nearly taken aback
to see my sagging jowls! How dim my eyes,
and how thin my lips! But never did I lack
for love! I have lived long and have grown wise.
*Sofonisba Anguissola, who called herself Virgo, lived
from 1532 to 1625. She was a female artist known
for her great grace and modesty. I chose to write of
her using the Petrarchan Sonnet to honor her Italian heritage.
The two self-portraits described are from when she
was both young and old. I thought it interesting to
see how she changed with the years. If you copy and
paste my link, you will see several self portraits from
her youth and the two on the bottom are probably
close to when she was in her 90’s!
Please see http://bjws.blogspot.com/2013/01/1500s-woman-artist-sofonisba-anguissola.html
Turn to quenching winds; cherish what you can't see.
Learn to study vastness rippling at sea.
Birds watch you from high as they tranquilly soar.
Words elevated mend a heart that's sore.
Songs of praise are the greatest compliment.
Strong and gentle, our natures complement.
Thoughts of gratitude charm, expressed aloud.
Cots, blankets, and laughter are allowed.
Shells cling to sea rocks; we harvest mussels.
Swells hug your tee shirt, revealing muscles.
Pull me close like friendly breezes that blew.
Full of mysteries are diverse realms blue.
Sky's palette blends at a quarter past eight.
Eyes twinkle from marshmallows we ate.
You strum your ukulele; we become a band.
Two voices that melt cannot be banned.
Seagull calls merge in a tune that's choral.
Regal beauty flaps around hidden coral.
Sway like moonlit, twinkling leaves of beech.
Stay with me tonight upon this lot of beach.
7-14-2021
(Rhyme beginnings, homophone endings)
A colourful day of the year, when moonlight and sunlight never enough
Decorated with more lightening, colourful, beautiful and splendour
Songs, dances, tours and laughers, all culminated with Holy Mass prayers
The day of the year that celebrations and merriments are from the hearts.
One plus again today, though tough cycle experienced ever,
The cycle that I faced kilindi, a bottom of fiscal nudes,
Where top trusted friends and divine guiders,
Laughed at my mourns and pledged as backbiters
Speaking evils and pushed away my buoyancy.
The year that penny left the pockets, the year that comrades lost trust,
The year that concubines disappeared, the year that suicidal could be a b’ option
But God showered his Mercy, we reached a gain the cycle start
Thank you all comrades, who paid their trust on me,
The trust, resource you shared, are marked top to my heaven
Nothing I equal to repay, but prayers will seal my tongue
With songs and praise to my God, who sent such angles to me.
Years wishes to all, the fight has just began,
Purely academic it was, truly will keep the move,
And chase the thief tranquilly, no noise no boost Facebooking,
Time is our best align, let’s clap when destiny is reached
© lucas Mkude 25-12-2024 birthday mood
Come to the place where rainbow thoughts are born
Books of truth are read and colorful flowers of laughter adorn
Dreams are there and are always fulfilled
Arrows find the heart and the feeling instilled
Shapes are round and there is no rough edge
Oceans of freedom are seen as you look from the ledge
Pillows of angel feathers comfort you as you sleep
Wishes are fruit from the trees and they’re yours to pick and keep
Sweet songs are sung from each and every single bird
Words of the great poets can also be heard
Artists paint peace and there canvas is the sky
Clouds rain love forever as you tranquilly drift by
Happiness is always served three times a day to be eaten
There are no roads to get lost in a place called heaven
There is a call deep on high
It whispers in the darkness and constantly cries
It speaks of divided parts entangled but still standing whole
An unconquerable timeless love forever aflame between two now lonely souls
I was once yours it whispered and you were always mine
Simultaneously, we might be separated by the great veil, but we’ll still stand together as one
Watching the crestfallen stars until the fall of time
For together we are indivisible by death and all that remains
For we two carry our golden chains even though its burdens may cause temporary pain
We are but just lonesome wanderers awaiting reunion
But one day we shall again be as one
You’ll just have to be patient and wait until my time is run
Such longing flows through my veins
The one I still miss who could no longer remain
It’s but a holy need I really could not casually dismiss as your soft caresses I still really just miss
I can only but look forward to a new tomorrow when we shall once again meet in a new Summerland
Devoid of pain, cancer, or sorrow
To be reunited in halls of immeasurable secrets
Where we shall no longer grow old and all our love shall be reborn and surrounded by lights of shimmering silver and gold
I visited a medium in the fall of the last Full moon
And Shirley said
My other half still waits in the dark
She stands lonely too with a broken heart that still pines
So Julia
This is my message for you
One day, beyond the mists of time in a new place filled with tranquilly for all to behold.
All our stories and adventures shall be retold
For ours is a love which shall still grow as we are inescapable souls
Irredeemable, we may still be
Full of mortal faults and mistakes, but blessed be by the lights of Goddess Albina
Beyond the Great Wormwood Star
Unconquerable two souls
Will once again
Walk as one
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
-3/7/14 and 5/2/14-
The waves of the sea and the screeching of the seagulls
Mix together like coffee and cream
I feel like I’m livin’ a dream
I walk barefoot on the warm, warm sand
I don’t really understand
Why you lay a hand on me…
Is it because I’m as mournful as the sea
Or is it because I’m the waves that swivel and dive down in ecstasy?
I don’t quite understand
The reason I feel the city’s pressure and hardness
They are cemented in the abyss
Serene Shores…
Sails in silhouetted slumber
Serene Shores…
Falls into flamboyant floors
Serene Shores
Guides me gently, giving me grand advice –
“DREAM ON, DEAR CHILD!”
The sound of honking is heard unexpectedly… the sound emitting out of the car
It was so uncalled for! It was going way too far!
I feel like drifting away in a deep sleep, carelessly hitting the seafloor…but I’m wide awake instead
I would like to lie lifelessly and tranquilly…I ascend from the water’s surface in disappointment – where’s my head?
I can’t completely comprehend
Why I am more in tune with nature – it could mend
A shattered soul…
A torn, forlorn heart…
Like my own
Serene Shores…
Sails in silhouetted slumber
Serene Shores…
Flaps its fantastic wings, favoring the light of freedom!
Sadistic Shores
Pushes me forwardly persistently, poking at me pessimistically–
“WAKE UP TO REALITY, YOU MORON!”
I ponder about the future and its many mysteries
There are clues in the surface of the ocean
I’m too busy trying to pick them up as I go…I wonder about the meaning of the past memories
I squander my time, getting caught up in bittersweet emotion
Those sweaty and uncomfotable days
seem to have lost their intensity,
and glancing far into infinity
can be done with more clarity;
storms are much rarer to stike
and fling their lightinings
to warn us or cause some fright,
when we wish to see a rainbow so bright....
Summer is ending quickly,
but the slowly-moving sail-boats
aren't anchored in the quite harbor:
they're sailing safely
on calm waters,where no ship
is ever brought down!
I'm reluctant to leave so suddenly,
and not contemplate the sea-bed
as flourescent as light,
when I passionately write
another poignant poem
which won't be lost to oblivion...
Some of us seek only leisure,
I seek a relation with creation...
not doubting who made it
and if controversy intervenes,
I look deeper into persuasion:
there'll be no thought left
unobscured or unexpressed before intuition;
and you should be amazingly glad to hear...
uttered words that are not silenzed like secrets,
if attribution is not there!
Summer is ending quickly through dismay...
as blazing days discern their shortness,
but the dazzled and flamboyant swams stare
and tranquilly float soutth-wards of the solemn bay;
what I enjoy now,can be retold or relived
through the poems of other poets,
mine are still waiting to be discovered...
to be claimed without much fanfare!
no need
for fig
leaves
these are
pre temptation
fruit times
hanging out
tranquilly in
touch with
well let me
think...
everything
but then IT
asked me
to name
everything
so starting
simply
i picked
this up
and then
that and
named that
this and this
that
one of many
two of many
too many
manyies but
few of any
nothing pairs
up in threes
always a he
and she but
confusedly
not knowing
why since the
lamb is laying
with the lion
having no pride
to be beside
the other lion
of course the same
about me swinging
with the chimpanzee
i should be with
that other thing
naming it
whoa man
Form:
Never had I heard a flutter so clear!
nor more distinct than the settle of midnight wings;
Soft gray wings spreading, fanning
coming to gentle fold,
soon to follow, a nightingale's song,
lilting the air.
Such a blessed union is rare!
Light and dark shadows tranquilly sharing space
One perfect moment seemingly forgiving,
as gentle as the harmonious embrace,
of bird and sky !
Never have I felt so powerful against the night !
no more indefinite than a feather in the wind.
My heart beating slow as time
comes to a standstill before the soft caress
of a nightingale in flight!
Chiaroscuro moments on the soul
oh how I wish that I had wings
to fly and meet him in mid air....
never had I heard a flutter so clear nor a song
so very dear to me...
The End.
A creation by Joe and Mystic
I give thanks to the man who began this venture
and gave me a chance to fly with it lol
The pendulum swings...swings...
two extremes...
swinging high.....
swinging low....
extreme joy
and then sorrow....
swinging swinging...
never still....
bursts of light
then darkness fills....
swinging swinging...
two extremes...
Sweetest love
then hatred seems
swinging swinging...
two extremes...
When all I ever want
It seems...
Is that happy middle ground…
Not the morbid swinging sound...
Where there aren't two extremes…
And everything restful seems…
Where there's only my heartbeat..
And that melody is sweet...
beating beating....
no extremes...
beating beating...
evenly....
beating beating....
endlessly...
not too fast...
not too slow...
beating beating...
tranquilly
beating, oh, so steadily…