Short Stillest Poems

The stillest slice of night cuts deep
  Alone with only mirrored thoughts
     Reflecting all that softly weep 
  The stillest slice of night cuts deep
A splintered plank, now blindly walked 
  The stillest slice of night cuts deep
  Alone with only mirrored thoughts

               -09 Aug 2014-...

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Terrific tornadoes predicted
On guard
Trees tremble, leaves shake
Be safe
Phoebe fanfare inflamed
In tweets
Errands to run
Save them
Stillest darkness, imperceptible danger
Don’t be fooled
The weather map in ugly shades of red
Holding my breath
Shelter contains walls, floor, roof
Please stay
And windows and doors
Stay closed
Terrific tornadoes predicted
On guard
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With my mouth
Gone quiet
So to the light
With a click
I lay my head down
Waiting for the quietest hour
I close my eyes
And see again
The day’s events
From woe to go
And back again
I question my responses
Acknowledge new guilt’s
And pay homage to old
Finally
My mind is done with this day
As I wait for the quietest hour
It now has
The space it needs
To flourish and meander
Toward that 
Stillest hour...

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Language Stillest

I gazed
I saw
The little rose petal
Red, violet, blue, pink, white
Colours hazed
Flying by the lip of the bridge

Put my palm 
to own it
Zoom! It shuns
just an inch away.
Follow it again
the millionth time
can’t hold it still.

The fragrance tells
The warmth! Belonging!
Warmth is
Language stillest
Unsopken but 
Wholly apprehended

Sweet rose be mine,
I pray.


(c) Copyright. All Rights Reserved. Moonga Nsamu. 2003...

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The hardest of cold hearts can burn,
The stillest of dark souls can shake
The slightest sway of waves that turn,
Can cause the toughest rocks to break

The shiniest of pearls can dull,
The prettiest of roses wilt
Even death can feel the pull,
Of natures touch and softest tilt

The deepest buried rocks can shake,
When crushed beneath the ocean blue
The proudest of the proud will break,
Some day your pride will shatter, too...

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Drape over lonely hours, gloom of night
The silence that succumbs me takes its toll
I am left with stardust shed from starlight
Words behind me, left as ink upon my scroll
You're still inside my heart, marksman of my soul

Stillest ocean wrath, black by moon's allure
The blackbird dips to brush the water's drone
Her wings spread wide and mind set free and pure
No two-legged demons here to throw a stone
She flies into the seaside night alone...

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