The muse has no hushing.
My voice needs no shushing,
A baby boomer scribbling,
At my brain, muse nibbling,
Cool to create,
Thoughts i relate,
While world is yawning,
I write in the morning,
Verbose or terse,
My muse here in verse!
February Gray
The weather and my mood, dismal as KING 5’s Headline News
reports of politics, war and a cold rain forecast for tomorrow,
makes me take a break from TV or staring out the window
at gray Seattle skies to take a walk down on the waterfront.
Only 5PM, yet pier 62 dock lights are already on, pale and heatless
halos of dimness in the hard as iron air slowing everything down.
Dark waves caress the seawall, rolling rhythms of shushing silence
murmuring me to wonder, When was the last time we whispered?
Suddenly, as if a dream could control weather, the sky brightens.
Beams of soft sunlight, glowing rays from a blue lip on the horizon,
radiate a warmth felt on my face. I smile for the first time this day,
as wet forecasts and despairing news recede with the setting sun.
the horizon is motionless in its red and purple hues
snow-topped mountains are shushing us with silent lips
the immobility of this presence does not hesitate to bring stillness
I look into the water’s depths; all the wildlife must be sleeping
there is not one tiny splash; this well-worn dock placates me
this is a place for eagles, but no bird is flying; the air is soundless
a meditative place, a Zen place where I could sit and emote
so I do, crossing my legs on the edge of the dock, stilling my soul
a tiny breeze barely whispers her secrets onto my face; I smile
feeling all-powerful in this sacred place, loaned to me by the Master
thoughts I could have never conjured anywhere else come to me
I begin to solve my tiny problems as the world embraces me with silence.
Fiery sun's endeavors to scorch the buds and blossoms fail
As pre-monsoon drizzles cool and caress the environs
Maia and Laxmi, goddesses of spring, slowly sail
Optimism and adventure spread wings, shushing storm's sirens.
My human form moulded to be born in May merriment
My conscience and consciousness cascade from the divine source.
With the leaven of truth, each word and deed of mine ferment
As the breeze gives breath to this month, love becomes my life force.
Adele, Will Arnett, Megan Fox, and Lenny the Kravitz
How sweet, Rabindranath Tagore too, bloomed in this season!
The labourers, who still are suffering for their birthrights
If He's made me a Mayborn, doesn't God have his reason?
As graces of fruitfulness reach the zenith of goodness
May the almighty, day by day, lead me towards fullness!
I'm fifteen darkwater dreaming or drowning
adrift and alone on the ocean of the bathroom floor
tossed on tidal waves of pain pearled with perspiration
a clattering clutch of shells contracting
shingle shushing stifled shrieks
the shucked shell of my womb
emptying like an oyster snared
by umbilicals of seaweed Far away
hazy-faint through saltwater mists I see
a little pearl glistening floating and rocking in red sea
I'm all at sea without anchor on tides a boat floating free
seeking a mooring in the harbour of the doctor's consulting room
her voice a deep dive anchoring me with subtle sympathy
through muffled underwater sounds sea-shadowy fog shawling me
I want to tell her about the dream submerged stories of a tiny pearl
maroon-mangled and foam-spangled slipping slowly from me
into scarlet sea drifting away sinking to darkwater depths
Driving home my mother's rings clink like shells against the steering wheel
and a shaming sea of silence fills the car pretty shells shucked and shocked
When the morning dawns, lifting each still fear,
Light pours in through the heart, shushing each tear,
While hope plays gentle on the rising sun
Penning a new start, the day has begun!
Endless beauty colors the skies in peace,
Wonders so startling, tis’ God’s masterpiece.
His name signed in splendors - faith, hope and love,
His grace remains in blessings from above!
When the music plays, curbing every doubt,
Souls remember, love is what life’s about!
Some worship Him, lifting their voice in praise,
Those hearts who seek Him shall love Him always!
Dawn lifts the shadows from a fallen soul,
His name, a whisper, makes the sinner whole!
Life without Him, is a tragic story –
With Him, there’s the promise of true glory!
Since He saved me, I have a guarantee,
What He gave me is priceless, yet it’s free!
Don’t stop believing in His love and grace.
He’s the reason, truth - I’ll ever embrace!
I hear the starlings' song,
mighty murmuration,
soaring through the ages.
Their secrets undisclosed,
naught to revered sages.
I hear the starlings' song,
mere memories of past
journeys through boundless sky,
leaving charmed contrails
rewarding to the eye.
I hear the starlings' song,
shushing – wonders promised –
solemn susurrant tones
whispering to me, "Hush",
seductive pheromones.
I hear the starlings' song
as they blacken the skies
with their mighty number,
sonant, viva voce,
murmur to me, "Slumber".
the little engine that could, as they say. he's the tortoise that won the race, despite not coming in first, second, or third. he won hearts because he completed the long, grueling race. many naysayers thought he couldn't do it. they scoffed at his advanced age and bad knee. they thought he'd give in mid-race, but he defied insurmountable odds, shushing all doubters. they counted him out before the race even began, yet, here he is, at the other side of the ribbon! it's his first-ever marathon. hobbling at the finish line, yet he's in seventh heaven! take a bow, grandpa. well-earned!
against-all-odds win
never underestimate ~
quite the underdog
Purr-fect feelings fall like shadows, down,
Casting hope into life’s greatest yearnings,
Purr-fect silence rains promises all around,
Shushing the extravagance of frisky earnings.
Purr-fect wonders exclude the restless meow,
From the promise of agility beyond compare.
Purr-fect stillness calms the most anxious brow,
Fantasizing about the mouse caught in a snare.
Pur-fect poise, dignified she abides the night,
Softly stirring the haunted nightmares of her stalked,
Purr-fect grace, begging for that first tender bite,
From the frozen heart she has assuredly shocked.
Purr-fect joy fills her heart and soul with hope,
When she remembers the cuddling of her human,
Purr-fect composure reminds her she can cope,
Unlike those careless canines, she can see - acumen
Persuading October from her quiet lair
Shedding the pleasures of life’s fictional realms
Mouthwatering plunder, gathering to share
Swirling through the silence, round oaks, pines and elms
Secrets and shadows reflecting nature’s rush
Flames of ginger, shushing dark who overwhelms
Sweet dreams are splattered with hope by God’s paintbrush
Storm wrecking peace calms souls who reflect this time
Much like a coryphée, plied by a wood thrush
Closing those moments by the sea, maritime
Breathing in crisp air, whispering a prayer
Carrot colored leaves twirl in a soothing rhyme
Reflections so daring arrive on sun’s glare
Lifting the past’s tears with grace beyond compare
Attending flower show with wife, Mr. Mouse feels dread.
She ignores him completely, and runs way up ahead.
Jotting down notes, and shushing him every single time.
He wants to stay home, but she feels this is not sublime
She wants him to come, so she can show she has a man.
But she ignores him completely as only a real wife can.
Then when she sees his old girlfriend, she pulls him in quick.
Pretending they are still in love, her usual slick trick.
Tijuana rain puts me into a siesta like mood
I sit by the window allowing her to lull me to sleep
relaxing the way only Mexicans know how to relax
releasing troubles, trials and tribulations of this week
my roommates tiptoe around me, shushing each other
I appreciate their concern, feeling their love and tolerance.
she is pretty when she sleeps, one says, which surprises me.
I slip gently into dreamland, unaware now of the others.
Wake up! Wake up! It is New Year’s Day
Hooray! Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!
Mom barely opens her eyes, her face is gray.
She is not ready to two-step or do a sashay.
Dad’s snoring continues in a dreamland way.
Let’s get Daddy up, okay? Okay?
Mom gives them a shushing look this Tuesday.
They tiptoe downstairs and fix his food on a tray.
Wake up! Wake up! It is New Year’s Day
Hooray! Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!
Mom barely opens her eyes, her face is gray.
She is not ready to two-step or do a sashay.
Dad’s snoring continues in a dreamland way.
Let’s get Daddy up, okay? Okay?
Mom gives them a shushing look this Tuesday.
They tiptoe downstairs and fix his food on a tray.
He asked the janitor if his life had some meaning
The small man replied, "Oh, yes, when I'm cleaning"
He wondered where the bodybuilder found his meaning
'Muscles' smiled and said, "Only when I'm preening"
Next he tapped a psychiatrist for something redeeming
Shushing him, Doc whispered, "Wait for my client to stop dreaming"
When he interrupted a movie director midst of a screening
He almost landed a part with lots of horrified screaming...
His search for meaning for the moment completed
The cobbler hoped his shoe-pile was no longer depleted
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