A dragon lived high on a hill
Drinking his greatest skill
Not dreaming of raiding
Or eating young maidens
He would rather lay back and chill.
There once was a burly young knight
Sent out for a dragon to fight
Thought killing was cruel
He would rather duel
He hoped the dragons had left in the night
On coming upon the drinking dragon
He happily accepted a flagon
He lay down his sword
A drink was poured
They were last seen in an old wagon
My dog and I sit in the sun,
A nice warm feeling just begun.
Sitting, feeling quite content,
Relaxing time for us is meant.
Then dimness, cold, as clouds come over,
Disappointed, there we wait.
We were happy, bathed in calm.
Now we’re feeling “What’s gone wrong?”
We’ll go inside. The day goes on
But that most pleasant part is done.
So, for all my bigger brain,
Important things are just the same.
Plucked notes tremble on sunlit frets,
hushing the clamor of the day.
My beloved and our children’s chords,
triad merging in quiet symphony.
Even minor intervals taste sweeter,
diminished dismay, augmented mirth.
In the clamor of job demands,
keys play at mezzo-forte
as my stamina chords sustain
smooth, flowing arpeggios
to a leaping-walk staccato
for songs adored by sunset.
the weather has slathered down into comfortably cool
a welcoming breeze tickles my arm hairs; not enough to give me a shiver
there are no sounds in the country today
wait
there it is
a loud truck has accelerated on the freeway
a ten-minute drive but we can hear it
the cardinals and robins are twittering
I feel relaxed
contented dog
stretches and yawns
no room for me
If I was any more relaxed, I would be melting
others are scrambling today
there are graduations all over the state
I am sitting in the shade with my two dogs
there is a bee overhead, she appears to be black
probably because I am staring into the sun
I keep seeing her fat shadow
In the distance I hear a twittering robin
If I felt like struggling, I could hear a truck or car
the guy next door just dropped something big
It must have been substantial, sounded like a two by four
This is the country
Our houses are three football fields apart
there is a whistle type whoop
another songbird
answering chirp
these fowl may be plotting my death
but I am too relaxed to care
Relaxed
Long walk
The path is straight
The breeze is warm and gentle
I amble along, no deadlines
To meet.
Assimilates with fireworks in the sable blue sky, the luminous daffodil orb emitted from the statue’s torch - twin towers intact. Demi-towers stand tall as the celebrant colors sizzle and whiz, like exploding stars, overhead. The city “that never sleeps,” a memory candle framed over my mantle, hemming in New York Harbor with its endless billowing sails. Red, orange, yellow, snow-white, cerulean passion at its happiest peak. The Lady stands relaxed, welcoming, even the two ‘copters. No one’s unhinged, fearing for ash, no human wears a pair of wings. If only time stood still as a piece of art.
New York was so relaxed Lady Liberty was slumbering with snores.
There was a garbage strike, and the taxis were sauntering with oars.
No one was excited, hot dog men were yawning in their wheat buns.
It was a lazy August day, and Central Park had many quiet nuns.
Atlantic ocean was taking a sabbatical, the pizza palors were napping.
The dogs and cats were dead asleep, no animals were crapping.
Tourists were taking naps on almost every kind of stoop.
Pigeons were deep in meditation in every single coop.
Health supplement rages nowadays
It's said to improve health
And so maybe for a better health
And so maybe for a longer life span
And so maybe for a more relaxed life
A pharmacist may introduce
A variety of health supplement
But we feel suspicious
Because we're spiritually unsafe
Maybe we need a religion
Maybe we need some leisure
Maybe we need some friends
Maybe we need our family
Maybe we need love and affection
Maybe we need a dream
Health supplement alone
Won't accomplish what we need
Spiritually
Unless we fall sick
Health supplement alone
Won't accomplish what we need
Spiritually
Maybe the bible
A supplement from heaven
Will do
day breaks
house wakes
bright dawn
last yawn
hot brew
on cue
dew dries
time flies
shade trees
light breeze
relaxed
muse taxed
pen’s still
thoughts nil
nap calls
pad falls
snoozer
loser
muse fled
deadhead
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Somber; Mist outside.
It falls with quiet beauty.
Unforeseen Comfort.
I sit in my armchair relaxed
let my mind wander
15.8.2020
She relaxed into the hourglass of her mind
Safely hidden from those who would hate her
Not for what she had done
Or for who she was
But simply for her ethnicity
Or her skin color
Or her blonde hair
Or because she belonged to that family….
She relaxed into her imaginary world
Safely squired away into herself,
Enjoying peace of mind
Silence of heart
Bliss of doing only what she wanted
Unencumbered by friends
Who would want something
Want to take her time
Stealing her energy
Stealing her power
She relaxed into her soul
Enjoying her freedom
Freedom to spend her days
Doing what she wanted
Exactly when she wanted to do it
Without being bogged down by those
Who would try to take her happiness away
Through selfish pursuits of their own.
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