Your voice is simply so dreamy in Nepali,
Please come here now and serenade me
As I rest, wrapped in your arms tenderly,
Your song lulling me to sleep soothingly.
Bitter winter.
Thief of warm pleasures.
Looming forever...and a cozy day.
No... please stay!
At least until you've had your say.
In your own frigid way.
Carried in shades of slate.
Against arid blue skyline.
This must be where love hides.
Until the spring thaw for which we opine.
I stand by the window watching the sea rise and fall
knowing why they call it open, for it is, after all
hypnotic too; it lulls me into a dream state
my cat Paulie sits staring, as if it is great
of course it is, if you want to be in a sleepy hypnotic mood
it is twilight, so the orange sky adds to the ambiance like food
creatures are settling down, women are picking up their knitting
I stare out into the wild waves, watching them where I am sitting
they are deeply relaxing, giving me a reason to turn off my day
Paulie gives a wide yawn and looks at me in his all-knowing way
I decide to drink a cup of warm cocoa, and take a bit of a rest.
Within minutes I am cozy, comfy, almost asleep in my nest
You are everything I have got
You are always on my mind
Your beautiful face lulls me to sleep nightly
And rescues me mightily
From terrible nightmares
And so I can embrace the world
Every day with a smile
In the midst of gloom and despondency
You inspire me to face the world
With hope and determination
My guardian angel keep watch over me
The world is too scary to traverse all alone
piano notes
echo through my mind
the melody of love
sweet upon my lips
and in your arms
the waltz of life
AP: 3rd place 2022
Tonight I lull you to sleep in tears,
Still promise that I am all ears.
Pipe me a tune I can dance to
Or play a lament, as of old.
And pipe you a song
Serenely and strong
For then, I will pay you in gold.
Pipe, at the early of morning
Just as the sun forces through.
Then stand you alone
And quaver your tone
For a sovereign, I'll offer to you.
Pipe, at the lull of the evening,
Play you the sweetest refrain.
As darkness is cast
You pipe you your last
For I shall not pay you again.
Listening to the gurgles of the whirling waterfall,
Soothed by the serenity of the still silvery streams,
Lulled to sleep by the rustle of pristine palms,
I lay beside you in a perfect paradise.
Date: 11/01/2021
Liberum Divisa 8 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Gregory R Barden
Original Poem: "In My Dream" dated 06/08/2021
Bird songs are lulling me into a happy state.
Sun on my neck uplifts my confused mood
Sunday serenade, I relax with a heart quake
Kindness in the air nature doth exude.
The weary and gloomy moon
Droops alongside confident mountains,
Tries to stay until noon.
Clings to the boundary, slipping down
Being hidden but not wanting to hide.
To time, old moon is bound.
A longing, endless.
Sad moon surrenders to the horizon, daylight lessens.
Less ends of light to grip; reject regress.
Dull moon falls west, sun rises east.
A longing, a chase endless.
The pursuit is a beast.
For the moon craves to collide
With the eternal flame it is infatuated with,
That’s why we see high tides.
The moon’s heart lies in the sea
Becoming swollen
Wanting the sun to see.
The moon, lonely,
Is in love with the sun.
Always has been, always will be.
06 March 2020
Title Chosen: A Lull
Contest: Pick-A-Title, Vol 14-Tristich
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Squeak! The furry critters run,
Although they knows not what for.
Ah... the rat race has begun.
Always scampering for more,
Run... Run... RUN! There is no end.
We will get there soon they swore.
Cannot tell who’s foe, who’s friend.
Climbing over, bodies down.
Is there some way to transcend?
Blood, tears, sweat, fears. All do drown.
Silent screaming. What is life?
If you don’t fight you’re the clown.
All is darkness in this strife.
Does anyone really care?
Who knows if I take the knife?
Suddenly a light, a stare.
Another option spoken.
Someone else who is aware.
How can I take it, broken?
Words of peace, and not compared.
“Accept the proffered token”.
So from the race I was spared,
Peace, freedom, a place to breathe!
Then... return to those ensnared.
03 March 2020
Title Chosen: A Lull
Contest: Pick-A-Title, Vol 14-Tristich
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Beautiful picturesque soft glowing light
against the darkness, whilst burning shooting
star catapult through the sky in its flight.
Spinning fine idyllic thread flow, moving.
In mine heart, I evoke the narrative
wist of our youth. An inexhaustible
love; now lost in the waning sedative
silence of farewell and exhaustible.
Once devoured by his fathomless green eyes,
crave the dark blond hair full of spiral curls.
Lost to his ebbing wave of silent cries
left breathless like flittering glint of pearls.
Birds hymn lull mine into weightlessness sleep;
whilst echoes always brings you back to keep.
2/22/2020
Poetry Contest: Writing Prompt - Ten Words 2. Love
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
thread, heart, silence, hair, beautiful, dark, green, birds, fathomless, breathless
A Lull
An event that surfers know too well,
for it visits upon them, time and time, again,
and upon its occasion, it is best to parley.
Friends are made whilst best friends meld,
as addresses are traded, and rendezvous are created,
amidst an extension of the beach animates itself.
Sets are brewing afar,
yon groups of mixed genders and ages,
a lull recedes.
Into a culminating backwash,
climbs and curls e'er so swiftly to a sought after crested wave,
as surfers break apart challenging a collection of beautiful sets.
As a lull returns,
some left whilst some remain and stages repeat themselves,
essentially, bridges were designed into well-built structures that glisten in the sunset.
2020 February 16
I lay me down in the land of a languorous lull,
A leisurely liaison laxing amidst the silenced still…
No weeping words wander upon the constructive canvas.
The day mourns the nebulous neglected nestled night,
Where the shadows sustain the seductive sorrows…
Condolences for a candlelight as it flickers to foreordination.
Where empty echoes escape through voiceless vapors,
A quiet quiescence quivers as it lies to its rendering riotous rest…
And a calamitous calm causes a chaotic caliginous collective.
A suspended soothe within the overlords of obstinate oblivions,
As tranquilized time is transported to a pensive purgatory prison…
I prepare for the heavens and hells that await my misled muse.
...there has been an anomaly in the space-time continuum...my muse has reached a lull...perhaps this verse will give it spark to ignite it to Super-Nova status lol...
Feb.12.2020
Pick-A-Title, Vol 14 - Tristich
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Placed 1'st...Thank You
Oh, a lull of stillness, such soothing calm and tranquility,
I have fallen into eternity to a lullaby-
of little birds twittering, chirping, singing above my grave.
Among the rows, rows of graves and graves and quiet stone statues,
different birds make their nests in odd places and tend their young-
it could be a blue jay, a warbler, a sparrow, chickadee.
Perhaps a finch, or robin, or blue bird- or a red cardinal,
I loved all birds in life and still do in my eternal rest-
oh, I love their tweets after the rain has fallen on my grave.
They even visit me in the frozen ice depths of winter,
oh, why did I fear death when it is so peaceful and safe here-
but life, life, life- my regret is that I had things still to do.
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February 12, 2020
Poetry/Tristich/A Lull
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