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Peaceful Noise 159

There is a peaceful sound
That comes from a deep place within
When the high desert winds
Blow and ruffle and sting

Stilling the soul becomes an artform
The painting of azure blue
On the hot canvas of trauma
Sealing it's cooling aura in-situ

Centre down, take control
Close out the world acting so scarily 
Remember the deep well of truth
Draw up the fresh water momentarily

Drink deep of the calm crystal clear
To feel the lying hurricane of fear
Lose it's false power
Become free and your true self again

My Poetry

I am going to write whatever I want.

A way to express oneself,
dampened by the opinioned,
but still, they're right all the same,
The quality improves,
but the emotion...
As I move my pen,
I stop in motion,
No longer do I smile,
I frown at my creation,
When did this way of expression,
becomes so gruelling,
buffeting me with same feelings,
My pen was relieving.

I want to stop judging my own work,
I want to stop thinking of a good way to rhyme,
I wish in time,
I was told, 
That it was fine,
To write and not strike gold,
That your heart's song does not need a grade,
That it's alright,
Let it bloom like an emotion's spade.

But that is not reality,
A critic's not a tragedy,
What really is sickly,
Is the opinions of my own,
If I only write to express,
Why when denounced do I feel to disown,
My work, Again it trails back to this,
The voice in my head,
Its hiss and hiss,
She talks and talks scarily in my tone,
Hissing the dirty truth that is me alone,
The bad is not the critic but the me who takes it harshly,
When will I conceive,
That is it me who should hush,
Not the critic being generous.

Calm Needed

Not for any contest.

The large airplane wobbled slightly,
Someone just screamed impolitely.
An announcement urged all for calm,
Lying was she without a qualm.

The airplane wobbled scarily,
Outside a storm raged terribly.
In vain the speaker asked for calm,
Someone began to pray a Psalm.

The first pilot announced his plight
Ordered someone switch off the light.
Bags and sachets put on the ground,
Seat belts a must, no change around.

A quick landing was now a must,
All in God had to pray and trust.
Luckily a large field spotted.
The plane landed, all exhausted.

First Golf Lesson

Knees bent, slightly
   Right elbow in at side, tightly
Squeeze buttocks, mightily
   Shoulders squared, rightly

Chin tucked into neck, militarily --
   Breathe in and out, warily
Left arm ramrod straight, scarily
   Right arm looser, barely

Head still, completely
Feet shoulder width apart, neatly
   Now address the ball, discretely

OK!  Keep all those instructions firmly 
in mind, and just try and HIT THE LIVING
DAYLIGHTS OUT OF THAT TINY WHITE
BALL -- without twisting yourself into
a human pretzel ~ so sweetly

The War On Words

i was taught to speak at an early age, before the thought of growing up was even a concept. 

i was taught to speak because maybe, if i’m young enough, they’ll hear me. 

if i’m loud enough, they’ll hear me. 

if i slam my hands down hard enough to prove a point, maybe i’ll be heard. 

i taught myself to write at an early age, because i learned quickly and scarily that sometimes, people don’t care to listen. 

i taught myself to write because the words on the paper seemed to hold more vigor,
seemed to shake less and not get caught in my throat,

seemed to be able to speak the words i couldn’t force myself to. 

teaching myself to write was like stepping onto a battlefield, 
like putting myself in the line of fire but still being unsure if my guns even worked,
if my bullets would even fire,
if the shot would even be heard. 

so now, i keep writing. 
i load more bullets and clean my guns,
and i always fire with precision.

Sans Scribbling Scrolling, Scrounging Scrunching, Scrying Scribe Section Seventy

Sirens sounded secretly securing source. Strait sacks swooshed scamps scaling sensitive sentries (simply spayed seals) surveying surrounding staked spy sotted sham semicircular slipshod shelter. Snappy, Snippy, Snoopy suited Skyhawks surprisingly swooped somnambulant senseless scriveners. Sargent Salemander slipped shiny shimmering shellacked Sheppards Shutterfly sidearms sized simulated small skyscraper slinky, soapy, spooky squarely summoned, sentenced, sacrificed see swarthy Samsonite satraps Section SpecialOps. 

Sometime soon savior snuck stealthily stealing sinful schleppers. sundown syzygy saw serendipitous, surreptitious, surreptitious segue-way shuttled safely Scottish shoals. Stigmatization stayed steady. Supplication statements swatted. Sole survivor swiftly spun self shaming sesquipedalian soliloquy. Sea side serenade soon spewed solipsism saving Slim Shady.

Sayonara seminal surfer swirling scarily sans sinister serpentine silent space.

Relentless Sea

We live on the idyllic Island of Cyprus.
In 2008 this place became home for us.
Surrounded by The Mediterranean  Sea,
It is that very sea than unnerved me.
I have spent many hours down at the beach,
Always making sure I am well out of reach.
Of that surging sea, waves rolling in at me,
Relentless waves that crash and die,scarily.
The vastness of the mighty sea doth roar,
Only to end it's life as a whimper on the shore.
It's not the power of the sea that unnerved me,
Or it's consistent waves of unstoppability.
I can understand why King Canute got upset,
For all his commanding, his feet still got wet.
I remember thinking when I was at a low,
That sea is telling me the way I should go.
Keep on rolling  at my personal shores
Keep on knocking on all those closed doors.
Never be stopped by those stumbling reefs,
Battle on regardless, fulfill your beliefs.
Waves never stop, 'til they reach the shore,
For behind them are coming many more.
Telling us to follow the dreams we have planned,
Don't just let them roll in, only to die in the sand.

©  Dave Timperley 01 September 2016

Thoughts: On Nature of You

At dusk I wait for you, have waited
like the whisper of flies that are lost
on land and I am clutching the rails.
The wind is stronger than I, but my feet,
scarily, are becoming fixed
against the cold, deep stars.
 
They are drinking and speaking Portuguese
below and it's beautiful heard on water,
but in a different way, kind of
 
like a tale told over and over again
in an ancient language, or tonight
where our silence tells well of the living.
 
I wait for you, and laugh
at the thought of Parmenides on the sea.

I Found the Answer the Cure For Cancer This Is a True Story

Cancer has quite literally  invaded her mind unwillingly
This tumor patiently attempts to steal her beauty
After three neuro surgeries
She awakened and no longer knew me

This monster scarily exposing the brains fragility
Ironically she still speaks intelligently
The look in her eyes previously continually lovingly
Is now constantly unknowingly 

Hospital room holding friends and family
To her this enclosing remains empty
Many helping hands extending her thoughts still lonely
My prayers are unending power to defeat her personalities enemy

The afternoon of the third day I'll call my spiritual birthday
Eyelids arose to sun rays and the most wonderful gaze
She said she loved me always and now knew my name and ways
Only tears not words I could display God really knows how to amaze.

A New Monster On the Loose

A New Monster on the Loose

By Elton Camp

I suppose that honesty is never a defect
One product’s name is so scarily correct

For it is certainly a monster, yes indeed
For a day, no more sodium or fat will need

It’s Hardee’s fast food we thank for this treat
The Monster Biscuit for breakfast is complete

It contains bacon, sausage, ham, egg and cheese
With a made-from-scratch biscuit holding these

It has more cholesterol than you need all day
For only a bit more add hash rounds, they say
      


Included in this (at no extra charge): 
2300 mg sodium (1 tsp. salt) [Daily Value = 2400 mg] 
275 mg cholesterol [Daily Value = 300 mg] 
18 g saturated fat [Daily Value = 20 g] 
57 g fat [Daily Value = 65 g] 
30 g protein 
38 g carbohydrates 
790 calories 
(This nutritional analysis from Hardee's website)

Black Widow

The silence could be sliced with one slip of a knife,
From the lies you spin in your web of a life.
You have created a surreal world to which you are the queen,
Misery is all that will follow you for your kind I have seen.
Your lies run so deep they are into your blood,
Scarily I think you actually believe this crud.
Your words have become worthless for people can see right through,
You are drowning in your lies everyone knows this game that is you.

Healing Back In

Embittered lime slices, that were cut abrasively-
making cutting knife rasp with pain endlessly,
is left of a heart wrung in dry and high on the shores
of love sea that is  still tossing in lunar ecstacy,
wound had bled tears acidic and abyss sad.

Unsate and childlike at the dry cherries of a mother bosom
hungry me was on a chase like a bird shot 
eyes forlorn in anticipation and heart thudding
at the slightest driblet of a look and hook of warmth sweet
I found you looking in from  drify soul's door ajar.

Coincidence and confluence made us what we are
pals and smiling ghosts of the grievous green amour scars
fulfilling and filling like nectar in cookie you held me afar
brought scarily near and left those wispy soft marks
the soul was no forlorn sole but paired without a mar.


treasures I do treasure as I tread the treachery mare
all care, that is adequate, is spent in keeping it frame bare
as we build the palace slow,low and aglow with emotions and slight passion
caressing the hurts that still hurt painlessly deep down in core bastion
I vow and stow and grow to keep you in my stride,style and stashin'.


Guess you would not be bud crusher!

Be Wary Berry

Merrily cherries were chatting with berries on bunches of bushes below;
the cherries were scaring the berries with stories that every new berry should know:

"Beautiful cherries are succulent very so we became fruit of the sky,
but pitiful berries on earth where you tarry cannot please the tongue nor the eye.

Innocent berries I pray you be wary for mortal consumption is nigh,
and it must be scary to die along dairy in coffins that they call a pie!"

Hominal creatures with ravenous features were coming to pick their dessert.
But which one will sweeten the pie to be eaten the fruit of the sky or the earth?

"It will be scary when they pluck 'n bury your souls in their pies to digest;
I hear such a pastry is terribly tasty when given a berrily zest!"

Mary saw favor in that which had flavor so she found the cherries the best;
the cherries were shaken their rubies were taken to bake in a fiery chest.

Scarily berries were mourning the cherries who fell to a sugary greed;
although all the berries were no longer wary for cherries are tasty indeed!

Heartless-Can-Be?

I'm wild and sometimes even heartless-can-be,
I'm fond of collecting illusions to ruin,
I'm breaking the rules life has written for me,
"Create to destroy" best describes what I'm doing. 
I'm scarily dangerous, silently loud -
A walking disaster you'd better ignore,
The pain in the neck of a desperate crowd.
But I'm like a magnet - you'll only want more.
 
You'll figure me out, you'll get to the core -
One beauty, two fears, three dangers - it's me.
You'll enter my heartspace and close the door
For anyone else who I wanted to be.
My truth was denying devotion and faith,
And now you've proved right the opposite true.
A chain of mistakes is the sign of my days;
My strength will forgive me - it led me to you.

Your Goodness Overwhelms Me

you're goodness overwhelms me
I an scarily take it in
you broke my chains and freed me from sin
you showed me love and compassion
and pulled me out the deep dark pit
and in my life your light you lit
you made my darkens bright 
and stood by me both day and night
you still loved me when I did things that I wanted to do
and now my life I give back to you
I am sorry for the times I may of had doubt
and my life with you I can not be without.

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