Short Stilling Poems

Nothing more needed
The stilling of the soul
in the cool red morning...

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stilling not our inner silence 
let us throb with love

15-August-2020...

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Listening.

Empathetic Concentration

Stilling Yourself for Another

The Best Skill Ever

Listening...

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Stilling not stillness, let now the stillness still our being
Gripping us in heightened rapture of bliss vivifying

15-November-2020...

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The key to enthusiasm is doing what you love
Trusting your heart
Stilling yourself
So the whispers of truth
Can easily show themselves
Sh! Listen......

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Whirling twirling swirling
A stream.
Flowing, going, slowing,
A river.
Stilling... chilling... filling...
A lake.
Crashing. Smashing. Bashing.
A flood....

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Silence my child, be silent.
Your words are not being listened to.
Close your eyes my child, close your eyes.
You don't want to see how this world is.
Pass on my child, pass on.
This world is not worth your time....

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Longing lovely ladies, a hush; gazing
Upon her bare beauty's splendours...
Crossing,  the dressing room betwixt
Hollywood scenes back stage as  she
Her ivory's palace in perfections rare
Stilling their breath's; beating heart's....

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spring rains can be dis-stilling
...de/spite...

their lacking any strong winds
...winding...

breezes caught in corners will
...fully...

become what a small dust tornado
...does...

when smokers might be engulfing
...puffs...


stan...

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High on a hillside,
in the middle 
of the marigolds 
and the meadowlarks,
 I sit, stilling my soul.
my fingers feel God's 
cool, green grass.

I press my fingers 
down into the soft, 
moist earth.
The palm of my hand
starts to throb.
As if I am 
touching
the heartbeat 
of God....

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Weep with me

I hold my breath in
I won't let this free
 There's no stilling this ache
That's inside of me
The grief and the pain
Rip away and break out
To flow like a stream
From my eyes and my mouth
A high, keening sob,
A deep, throaty sigh,
Escape with great force
And I finally Cry.
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My image is cracking
My heart is drying
My strength is falling
My faith is failing
My hope is setting
My dreams are waning
My soul is breaking
My trust is crumbling
My voice is stilling
My ideals are fading
My passion is ebbing
My beauty is aging
My love is wilting
My life is…….ending
And…you are watching…

Eileen Manassian Ghali...

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Stilling avarice with abstinence,
He recovers profound innate wisdom,
Gaining sincerity most genuine,
And a righteous heart of prudence, 

As proper mind exudes propriety,
He harmonizes hearth and household,
And steers his state away from woe,
Proving himself fit for purple dignity. 


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Wander in deserted districts
Seek for wisdom on your path
To discern life’s meaning clearly.

Stilling your heart
And trying 
for the patience of perfection

Trying to gain a good heart
Till at the edge of the great sea
You see the unseen as your reward.

Turn back to a world of peace
And at the edge of the great sea
Start understanding....

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Heart ach comes daily
No words are true
What you chice to believe
Is completely up to you
Love your life
Seek for the truth
Hold on to your youth
For it is not yours
It's all a demise
Lost in the hands of others
Before our own eyes
It's time to wake up
It's time to realize
That your stilling slavery
You are locked up
Your just asleep
Running with your eyes wide shut...

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Good winds
contain sorrow
as sorrow
holds anger
to nil.
A bright day
of content
destines to follow
fanning foreign flames
stilling them
to a glow.
Snide grins and
smugness cease
due to her subtle
inner smile.
Away from
the valley
distant horizons
call softly
while heed is taken
after weathering 
meaningless lost miles.
Unending joy awaits
on the gentle wings
of a more certain path....

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Falling, swirling, drifting down,
softly padding to the ground,
gently settling all around,
hushing, hushing every sound.

Piling, rising, mounding deep,
leveling burrows, sloping steep,
wrapping nature in her sheath,
quieting, stilling life beneath.

Gentle whisper, everywhere,
breath of heaven, angel's prayer,
quietly resting on the trees,
bringing nature to her knees....

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A scent of panic in the air
   The taste of gunfire everywhere
The ground is littered with despair
   Heroes' nightmares lit by flares

Tanks burning in the mud
   Fallen troops oozing blood
Cries and shouts split the skies
   Forlorn pleas to stay good-byes

Years pass, the grass grows long
   Battles fade to maudlin songs
Earth returns to timeless glory
   Stilling whispers of all things gory...

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where did i go wrong,
loving you
with a heart so strong.

i must have been stupid
willing you
to treat me like i wanted.

there's not a day went by
killing you
was a wish i wanted to try

what did i think i'd learn:
keeping you -
some sort of points i'd earn?

stilling the aching inner fear
sleeping with you
was the only thing i wished for

scars gone, now no longer afraid - 
leaving without you
was the last best thing i ever did....

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Stardust dreams whisper through my heart
Hope does its part
Grace breathes a light
Faith, wise and bright

Poetry follows my beliefs
Stilling griefs
Gentling worries
Laughter hurries

Tangerine sun glows through the dawn
Shadows all gone
Touches of peace
Never do cease




12 Lines in Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
July 17, 2021
Rhymezone and howmanysyllables used

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Birds, up in the trees,
Chirping selves to please,
Flitting under eaves
Of the old gray house,

Cheer of you's like light
All a sudden bright.
Hearing gathers might
At Joy's carouse.

What does Winter say,
Snows now slunk away,
Sadness in dismay
At your quick hope?

Naught, for he was wrong
Stilling so your song,
Sitting icey long
Like an old grey pope.

Glad, be glad again!
Paint, be spread again!
Wrap the souls of men
Round the old gay house!...

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Spiralling thoughts and specious logic repeatedly reinforce their affirmations rooted in swamplands of delusion with the singular aim of nurturing lower mind, continuing to shroud the self evident truth of our luminous divinity. As such, the shift, so to speak, is a journey without movement, being simply stilling mind-body identification and with it, resting cravings arising from attachment to maya borne illusions.

Lazy is better
With attentive mindfulness 
The nightmare now ends...

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