Slowness Poems

SNAIL MAIL

SNAIL MAIL
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Young Stu, with his shell brown and bold,
From the forest post office, he slowly strolled.
     With letters packed on his back galore,
     With slime as his tires, he slowly went to each door,
"Your snail mail's arrived!" he extolled.

“You fool! Haven’t you heard of email?” badger exclaimed
“Of all your slowness, you should be ashamed. 
     “With the click of a mouse 
     You no longer deliver from house to house.”
“But, but…I’ll lose my job,” Stu proclaimed.

“Oh, Stu, you’re so uninformed, so old school.
Your skill set you must totally retool!
     Have you not heard of UPS or perhaps FedEx?
     You can deliver packages and other objects!
“But snails don’t drive. You’re such a fool!”

“Besides, I’m looking forward to my postal pension
Not to mention days without strife and tension.
     And all those Forever Stamps I’ve amassed
     I’ll sell online or on my webcast.
Then with Musk I’ll travel to space, otherworldly dimensions.”

Shifting in Stillness

I am learning in a way Sunday teaches
In stillness
In the pause before the next step
In slowness
Letting the world hum around me without needing an answer
In knowing that growth does not only ask for effort,
But presence.
Some wisdom only finds you when you are still enough to receive it
And so, I let this moment shape me
Let its softness remind me
That learning is not always loud
Resting in my quiet unfolding
I let the world blur and find clarity within

o lord, hear me

Lord, hear my prayer,
Get me rid of my diabetes,
listen to the little birds,
Who sing when the street lamps light up,
listen to the tram driver,
which carries so many people incapable of loving,
hear my prayer, Lord,
listen to the high school girls who make up
Before solving equations,
Get rid of the young drivers
Whose testosterone holds the wheel,
Get rid of people who ignore the slowness,
Offer me sunsets in Australia,
Lord, hear my prayer,
and my day will be better.

A Letter to Justin

Grant me grace
As I fall into this place,
With so much acheived
And so much more to go.

Grant me grace
As I recall my old face,
Such rivers of emotions,
Immaculate proportions.

Grant me grace
In slowness and in haste,
For the color and the sound
Are just noisy trains moving 'round!

Grant me grace
For God's Sakes,
It's Christmas Eve!
Can't I just for once believe?

Grant me this grace,
Justin Case.

doriss phenomenal memory

Doris had a phenomenal memory
It served her poorly
Others resented her inability to forget
Because slowness to forgive followed it side by side

Old age

Old Age
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Time will not stand still,
Moving ahead all the time.
Once it  starts it's journey,
No one can intervene.

Before we could realize,
Old age encircles us.
With forgetfulness,
slowness and traits.

When new friend engulfs us,
 Organs begin to withdraw 
 from their regular duties, 
Memory says bye to everyone.

All are not fortunate
To enjoy it's entry.
Old age is not destined
To all the human beings.

Sonnet 147

You said you were cured
What sickness doth ail you?
I thought we were friends
So what wall did you break through?

We chat so infrequently
Your condition is hidden
Like you locked away feelings 
Like a wild horse unridden

You said you were cured
If it's true I'm all for it
I just wanted the best
If it hurts don't ignore it

I wonder if somewhere 
I neglected to say this
As we journeyed so briefly
As a friend was I remiss?

You said you were cured
Of this thing unrecounted 
Of this heaviest burden
From your shoulders, unmounted

I pray for you; healing
And love and a wholeness
I'm sorry it's late
I'm regretful for slowness

I pray for you; respite 
And a peace unrelenting 
That the kindness of others
Overwhelms while presenting

You said you were cured
I don't want to believe it
If the medicine's love
There's still time to receive it

Harbinger Birds of Spring a Resurrection of Spring Life

With the incoming sounds of spring, a resurrection of life,
the chilliness flees. Quote _ by Poet

Ready for a new season, Spring birds
Shake off winter; embracing
The bonniest warmness weather,
Babies born, and color of nature's crowns.

Scarlet Tanagers chatter, flying round,
Feasting on caterpillar's slowness
And beetles boring away that are found;

whilst

Eternal sunlight reft through sturdy limbs
And myriad leaves of the mighty old oak;
Rapid rhythm clatter drum sounds
Of the Woodpecker on its breast shout.

A hum, a garden faintly woo a smile
At song sung by pretty red feather Robin dancing.

A sweet kiss, a seed, the male Cardinal
Feeds his blush pretty mate favor.

Yonder pond, tree boughs
Teasing the water's edge

Whilst

Little Mallard ducklings
Follow mamma to the bank.

Bluebird builds her nest
Right in the heart of the sprouting
Redbud flowering tree.

Camouflage in the red begonia
An orange breasted Oriole
With its sweet enchanting sound.

On the horizon the fire fades out,
Hush around in high perch, tiny roosting
Cold blue moon comes into sight.

Aquittal

as if drawn by an invisible jury

the mood inched closer

to adjunction

incrementally and with

unbearable slowness of progress

it nibbled away at sizeable apathy

pinched a tiny chard of gloom

until the clouds burst into silent tears


not without questioning the sanity

of its success neurons returned

to previous still rusty function

redefined normality 

of what was to become

not without mocking 

waste and waistline

as if to say

you need a belly ring for flotation

it will ground you when levitation

takes the mood swings too far


the verdict not guilty

merely colluding as a minor offence

released on bail

no further injunctions

and hard work ahead


24th September 2022

On the Stage of Life

In The world unfolded,
    life opened the curtains...
So we live on stage
of the universe...
With our steps or slowness
certainty and uncertainty
we live representing ourselves
acting in the tragedies
or everyday comedies...
We are authors of life
and the actors...!

Slowpoke

slow to eat, crawl, climb
sloth exemplifies slowness
mindfulness on show

Battle of the Flowers

BATTLE  OF  THE  FLOWERS   



After a long soggy 
Thunderously angry  month of weather .
Horrible, with intermittent spells of dreadful.
Seeds in ranks like first-battle soldiers
Prepared in 10cm pots (no peat ).
Indifferent germination meant 
A late transplant to ground inmidsummer.  
June was  too cool to ‘bust out all over‘.
Early blooms struggled heroically in July.
Then dawned August bright,
Which brought nothing to their troubles,
But underlined the lateness and slowness
Like an express train on a bank holiday.
The sunflowers’ big cheeky smiles
Peeped at me through September. 
But faded fast in frosty October. 


1st   May   2021

Silence of the Forest

Boulevard of trees hold natures secrets
surround me with an ethereal silence
I have found nowhere else.

A hush grasps my heart
assuring me God 's wisdom is imminent
soundless bare movement of leaves inspire me

This mystical forest is a listening place
I feel humbled, overwhelmed
spiritually loved and embraced

I slow my steps to match the slowness of my heart
as I breathe in the beauty of a forest
that replenishes me every single time I visit.

Reunion

I went to my high school reunion:
I wasn't sure what to expect.
Would those we once held so high
Retain our aged respect?

High school cliques had disappeared;
our hearts at last included all.
We understood, as our days grew short,
our differences must grow small.

The grey in our hair and slowness of step,
were the trophies of our days:
The wars we fought, the triumphs shared,
the loves lost while finding our ways.

Ups and downs and sideways of life
had been etched upon every face.
The joys and laughter and sadness
had given each an uncommon grace.

The reunion was nice, but I had learned
you really can't go home again
We were no longer those high school mates
Waiting for sixth period to end.

Friends remain pearls, diamonds the tears
but it's strangers we've become.
Faded photographs in a dusty box,
reminders that once we were young.

No Satisfaction

“I can't get no satisfaction, I can't get no girl reaction
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try“

    (I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction by The Rolling Stones

NO SATISFACTION

Relinquishing clothes, unrestrained except for those
blankets that keep us, until our skins warm, underneath.
Tingling so close, there’s a rapture in magnetic attraction.
Mussing with hair, touching his whiskers, the slowness
of lips draped, the parting of their waves, the tongues
talking without words, unexplained beauty. Breaths, beats
forgotten, mind elsewhere attracted, until the peak of
winterscape, where the wind moans, the wolf howls,
the thunder of stallions’ throes, damp sheets in flames.

Head looks to God
with eyes closed
Smiles on the ground
   beneath muscular riptide
      Knees no longer ache
         Arms prepared to lumberjack
            Dreamy eyes
            flutter
            Brunettes’ hair askew
               Blanketed cool flesh
                  No satisfaction explained away
                     rock’n roll our way

                            11/2/2020

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