Short Quells Poems
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songs of silence our mind misspells
animal instincts soul’s light quells
but to grow in love and wisdom
grace alone tree of ego fells
A mother's love is like a stream
that quells the cry of a broken dream.
February 21, 2023
Your Choice Again Poetry Contest (8th place)
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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when feelings rage
to fever pitch
and seas rise
to tortuous,
the simplest
open arms, loving embrace,
with puppy pats on the chest
quells and dispels
the fury
quite unexpectedly.
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Completing
The page
Quells the rage
At the courts
Misunderstanding
And unfair bail
But on we go
A train
Off
The rails
Digging in
Asphalt and
Concrete
Right down
Main street
In the summers
Rain does so
Much for
The pain
Horizon of knelling bells
Adequate feeling bestowed
Hue, odor, sound, sensation
Harmoniously dwell
Tangible gnosticism
Catharsis
Potency yells
Largess
Ample satisfaction
Darkness, Thy power quells
Allah, family, thought
Camelot...Freedom
Allah: Arabic word for God
Sound is the music in my ears,
a magic symphony of spheres.
It calms and quells my greatest fears.
It can bring tears. It can bring tears.
An orchestra, in its full sound,
causes my heart to leap and bound;
Releases my soul from the ground
and joys abound and joys abound.
clear
waters
ripple down
like lace finery-
circling hedges bathed by sprays of pearled mist
how waves' rhythmic symphony grants relief
as gush of calm
quells pained soul--
healing
me
For Eve Roper's Contest: Double Tetractys 3
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9/29/2020
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Anxiety
Like a beat
Under the stairs
Quells no fears
And brings
My childhood face
To tears
When home
Is no longer
A haven
For my head
For my head
Feels uneven
(someone else
Up around the bend)
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Power of light, darkness dispels
As bliss mist, we’re immune
Tender divine caress fear quells
Heart sings the divine tune
Hold steady faith, dear soul
With God within, we’re whole
Love and light, our sole goal
Our souls delight
Power of light
17-January-2022
Quietus
the wheel rotates
from anger
to calmness
with each turn
it sends love
love flowing
into each heart
as the jewels of truth
protect
the lotus reaches for the sky
and quells
the winds rage
back to harmony
new life is reborn
Quarrelsome Questions
quickly quirky quips
quash quandaries quietly
quells querulous qualms
Right Results
rapid repartee
repress rhetorical rants
ribs rabble - rousers
Sweet Success
swiftly satires skill
silences sophistries spin
stuns subversive scorn
8 / 4 / 2020.
I know the land where the lemon-trees flower
Where dew-drops shower
On the pure lily-flowers!
There flows a glistening life-giving river
On each wave a sliver
Of light that delivers
Glorious warmth that quells trepid heart-aches
Every eve a dawn-break
Every breath a keepsake.
Do you know the land where the lemon-trees flower?
Rotting thoughts,
Decaying with a vile stench-
In the corners of his cranium,
He sees,
It means null to win,
On the contrary sir,
You must re-enter society some day,
Wills thrown aside,
He masks himself from all that is rational,
He must ration the air in his lungs,
It quells the blood seeping from every orifice,
When he lies down.
Despite the noise of harsh and loud debate
Rhyme nor reason quells the argument
Nor breaks the smothery sounds of temper flair,
And dares dispute the platform proudly sworn
By proof he wrests the premise by degrees
The scholar wins the highest trophy earned.
Entered in "All Yours" Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
February 24, 2021
Days of sunless set the less of soul
Life in madness round a black of hole
Fog upon a bank where darkness quells
Drowning out the sense, amid a world of wishing wells
Bottomless depths within fathomless deeps
Endless torments, end in murky keeps
And all too quick, sands falling lost and fast
Grasping hands, slipping slowly further into black
Two sets of three words each
Each sets forces in motion
Mighty as mountains, vast as the ocean
The first set, "I give up"
All momentum it quells
The future, disrupts
The other, "I love you"
Walks you out on a limb
Your destiny magical; alternatively, grim
Utter these three words with the utmost care
Never with a wing; always with a prayer
Quiet-falls
Dark quells the last light
Streets sleep in a hush
Midst, an opaque hush descends
Nothing-moves
Veils draw close
Old mind garden fades
Memories blur and shift
A cold and silent hand erases
The path back.g of Midnight
The world dissolves
Into a soft, shapeless gray,
A memory made real,
Where the streetlights become dying moons
Then vanish
The merciless poacher
his larceny quells
Shooting wherever
the desperate dwell
Leaving to rot
what his vengeance can’t steal
Stalking and preying
the weakest revealed
Stirring up warnings
and ghosts from the past
Damning his nature
and future aghast
Hanging his conquests
on walls that defame
That last spot for him
— dark trophy of shame
(The New Room: December, 2025)
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Dust coats mementos in treasure trove
In a veil that palls recall with a shroud.
It dims the past with repast of neglect,
That taints memories with fading, settling light.
Echoes become fainter, scenes blur,
The sharp clear focus softens in the listless mist
As dust pervades relentless, unstoppable
It quickens the quell that time tells
Neglected memories to fade, be lost and begone.
The raven’s cry bellows with twilight’s grip
Echoing the staggered throb of a dirge;
Where grief’s murmurings become unheard
Down the walkway of crushed expectations.
A strained lullaby becomes incoherent amidst wreaths
As a young mother quells a song for her child,
Interred through the icy pause of birds’ refrain, ebbing.
Nette Onclaud Contest: 6 TO 8
25 Oct 2017
My mind wanders here and there,
It has no bounds or limitations,
It keeps on thinking,
Various thoughts,
Sometimes ridiculous and at times,
Crazy and idiotic,
It quells my sleep,
And bothers my peace,
I seek solace in prayer and meditation,
Which gives me temporary ease;
The erratic thoughts come back,
To me, with incessant worries,
Which sap my energies,
And keep me hankering for serenity.
To sacrifice my time of fate,
inventors urging's commonplace,
the nudge ~ inviolate, but grace,
invention seems to win the race!
That stark inviting quells replace
Lord, nothing else give me to case
this being my worthwhile, my space
and ne'er refusings' stymied trace!
The idea thriving, wholeness ace
at last surviving, millions pace!
I am Invention ~ no escape
Necessities remaining . . . chase!
Our void centric soul
knows it's always whole,
so no urge remains
to break free from chains.
Feel bliss beats assuage
fear forms on rampage,
that tend to arise
when we weigh and size.
Choice of cessation
quells oscillation
of our fickle heart,
adding love to cart.
Head and heart love inked,
our soul's with God linked.
Fulfilling life's aim,
we become the flame.
09-November-2022
Through age and infirmity,
my voice cries loud
With feelings still timeless,
eyes not to cloud
The Reaper waits patient,
his claim has been filed
From outside he savors,
inside I smile
The music has changed,
with my heart still in step
My vision most clear,
no lens to correct
As days take their toll,
on what’s left of this shell
What spirit embodies,
—death never quells
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)
NE PLUS ULTRA
The kitchen counts, really need my food,
It calms and quells our clamorous brood.
The den is dandy when dinner’s done,
Time for TV soothes the savage spawn.
The bed’s my reward at end of day,
There languorously my head to lay.
Foremost is a fine and private place,
Most humble of all my homely space.
The bathroom is best I have to say,
Where warmly I wash my woes away.
Epitome of domestic bliss,
Must be where I go to take a piss!