Yellow leaves flash the window,
a fringe on the green,
too early for the tourists,
the peaks still serene,
been aching to escape from
telephones and cubicles,
only noise is my own thoughts
so meandering and dull.
Just the wind as it’s blowing
my hair all around,
the wild turkeys scatter
at the engine sound,
people say that I wander,
they all say I’m wasting gas,
sitting there watching football
to make the afternoons pass.
But the air and the silence
brings peace to my mind,
or maybe I just glimpse it
stolen piece of time.
I know the trees don’t feel so,
know that they don’t feel a thing,
just illusions on the thoughts
of a tired and caged thing.
Got no task that needs doing,
no weight on the nerves,
no social obligations,
just time well-deserved,
some say that it is aimless,
so I guess they know the truth,
but so then is their worry,
and I do not need them too.
All the echoes and the empty,
the bucolic scene,
just speaks to the point of it,
it just lets me be.
No reason I justify,
nothing I must account for,
existence for its own sake,
if just a few hours more…
Take a minute to breathe
Actually, just exhale
The rest will take care of itself.
All around, the world is showing you
How to simply let go.
With signs as subtle as which way the wind blows.
Or if you’d rather,
Hold on as tight as you possibly can
Eventually you too will become exhausted.
Pleasure or pain isn’t the point,
Since both are subjective,
And interchangeably desirable for some.
The point is finding there is really no point
No up or down
Only that space you’ve exhaled to.
(8/10/26)
I fuss and fidget over every line
Perhaps I’ll think of a fancier rhyme
Does my imagery delight
Are the analogies all right
Ye gads, what of lilt and flow
Is a sonnet the way to go
So many elements to consider
Let it not turn me bitter
Soft fingers drift like waves along the shore
Unraveling the days tight knots once more
A hush blooms deep where quiet starts to pour
And every breath sinks lighter than before
Cool basks in the sun
An alligator snoozing
Hey Cool! How's your life?
Mexico we have arrived leaving the snow and cold behind
A beautiful beach with warm water what a timely find
For the next week relaxing and warm waters await
Time stands still no need to hurry, fun thinks to create
Having the sun beat down on me , my body rejoices
Eating scrumptious food watching stunning shows some great choices
The staff are great , so helpful and aim to please
Lounging in my beach chair mediating ,wind creates a gentle breeze
Time to create the perfect suntan courtesy of the sun
Music flows through the air , I get up and dance such fun
The food I will savour forever, no waiting in line
The trip like the poem is coming to an end, until next time
It was one serene December evening.
The dinner dishes done, it was time
for us to put up our feet and rest.
In the valley down below
it was finally peaceful again,
the Christmas rush behind us.
A sigh of relief was heard.
The calm enveloped us,
it was actually palpable.
We knew this was the closest
to blessed peace on earth
as we were ever going to get.
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Sunday afternoons beg for relaxation
Stretching out with a good mystery novel
Kitty shows me the moves
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A day to rest
A day with no mess
But a day that is blessed
A day that we recover
From all the weeks stress
A day of worship, healing, and fellowship
A fresh start
A renewing of the mind, body, and soul
A day that makes us feel whole.
In the morning, the first rays of sunlight,
Broken hearts healing, fears taking flight.
As we open our eyes to a beautiful sight,
Taking a rest, our bodies sleep all night.
With the excessive burden on your mind,
You have to self-care and still grind.
Mental health is not to be celebrated one day,
It is a daily work that brings peace our way.
Instead of using cell phones, take out a book,
Fascination and interest will make you look.
Today, let us honor our soul’s fight,
That fights daily, and still remains alright.
Let’s get to know about each other,
Telling our issues, not hiding our pain further.
Peace of mind will come when together we stand,
Rising together, bringing hope hand in hand.
Supine on cushions beneath shady trees
The scent of new mown grass on gentle breeze
Eyes close head tilt back...
As I arrived out of thin air
the sand was warm to touch
the tide rush in from the shore
water cool as it covered my feet
rays from the sun heat my skin
I searched for a lounger under a tent
table had a tray of things to enjoy
shades, fruits, books, and glass of ice
cooler with bottled wine and water
warmth and peace was my intentions
I exhaled my tension about winter blues
chose to open water and tasted fresh fruit
poured wine on sphere shaped ice cubes
put on shades, selected a book, and relaxed.
My body's not a stone, unyielding and cold
Nor is it wood, unfeeling, and old
It's flesh and blood, with needs that must be met
Rest and relaxation, to rejuvenate and reset
Don't be a slave to labor, toiling ceaselessly
For when you're gone, your efforts will be but a memory
Those you've worked for, will call you a fool, in death
For neglecting your own needs, and sacrificing your last breath
Find solace in leisure, and joy in life's delight
Savor the fruits of your labor, before the darkness of night
Take a sip of wine, let music move your soul
Dance and merry, let your spirit be made whole
Don't hoard treasures, you'll never live to enjoy
Be moderate, and decisive, let wisdom be your employ
Let go of hatred, and malice, for they'll bring you pain
And lead to heart attacks, and a life of regret and strain
Life's short, enjoy it, while you may
Do good, create impact, but don't overdo, come what may
Consider your health, and your maker, in all you do
For a life of balance, is a life that's true.
Have you ever thought to sit down and just think?
Have you ever thought to just lay down and let the wind blow to you, kiss you, hug you and be with you?
Have you ever heard the thought to just let the sun shine unto you with his brightest light?
Have you ever thought to just look at the trees? See how beautiful the trees are? The ones with leaves and the ones with no leaves?
Have you ever thought to sit still and let your body speak to you? To let you heal and let the process process?
Turn down the noise of your television
Turn down the noise of the social media
Get off your phone. Get off from your certain environment. Get off from your noisy friends and family.
Get off. Get more off.
Turn down the noise of the news.
Turn down the noise of the echo chambers.
Turn it off. Turn it off.
Turn off your anger
Turn off your madness.
But instead, feel emotions first and calm down.
Just let the silence speak to you.
Just let nature speak to you.
They're waiting for you to counsel you.
Just…shhh….shhh…shhh
Turn off the noise.
And let peace and love reign.
I have a secret happy place that's deep inside my head,
It's where I like to visit every night when I'm in bed.
I travel there by boat, the sail flaps gently on the mast,
The ocean shines a million shades of blue, the sky is vast.
My happy place appears on the horizon far away.
I land my boat upon the beach, the palm trees sigh and sway.
The sand between my naked toes is talcum powder soft,
And seabirds greet me, singing loud while soaring up aloft.
I watch the ocean push its white-tipped waves toward the shore,
And listen as each wave collides with beach then is no more.
I'm quite alone on this small isle, nobody else around,
No Friday footprints in the sand to spoil what I have found.
My island paradise soothes each and every body ache,
And sweeps away the pain and angst the daytime strove to make
So I drift away, serene and calm, my body free of stress,
And off to sleep I travel filled with joy and happiness.
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