The new congress trial
jaw-dropping inquisition~
American style
if wise men contendeth with
foolish men there'd be unrest
Meathead Senator
apology's in your court~
Missouri's finest
we need not argue with fools
shuddering souls of your sort
In the land of hope
proud stead diligent resolve~
it's times like these that
our trust in tranquility
brings closer to his dissolve
The doors are closing
human being members only~
with soul and a heart
unbequeathed of bad deeds.
Evil's grip on its way out
Tribute gone viral
troubadour cradles guitar~
its times like these that
give power to the people
you're my Hero David Grohl
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tiny stars
are pin pricks
in a gray-green
gloaming
and we see
a maiden with
sleek, dark, bobbed hair
sitting atop
a lake -
her billowed
long burgundy gown
f l o w i n g
like the swan
attached by a leash
to the girl’s
slender fingers
its loveliness
reflecting in
aqua water
the moon
is a long white sliver
slicing through
the young maid’s gown
like an unusually
large parenthesis mark
to the left
half-caressing her
in twilight’s
enchantment
Oh, bright moon
of grace -
glide along with her
as the white swan
slides besides her
guiding her
through this night
of tranquil
delight
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¦¦¦ I would kiss their ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ words ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ and ¦¦¦ listen ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ to the rhythm ¦¦¦ their steps ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ hold ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
(Blackout of Tell me my simple and tranquil sweetheart by Emile Verhaeren)
Time passed by slowly; the breeze felt low.
Only one star twinkled, its lonely foe.
The yellow sunny light lit up the sky,
And a light breeze chased the clouds goodbye.
How calm was the large lake.
Even the waves did not quake.
Swallows flew above, chirping bright
Some flying left, some turning right.
Loons flew hither and thither, all around
Some would dive for fish with hardly a sound.
While white swans glided peacefully.
Incredibly, they easily evaded each other.
How I wish the scene had a long duration.
Such a scene filled me with great elation.
S oothing harmonious emerald waves lapping on the shore turn
E ntire universe seem magnanimous and serene.
R etiring from chaos surrounds me with a calmness which
E very shell in the amber sand brings to the troubled mind,
N oiseless stillness hush enveloping existence...inner peace
I want to achieve, echo from a hollow conch deliver
T ranquility of mind and soul,
Y earning for Nirvana !
There is a place we always seek,
Where peaceful hearts their stillness keep,
It calls to us when we are weak,
And draws us into rest so deep.
It is a haven, calm and bright,
A quiet space we come to know,
Where shadows soften into light,
Our inner strength begins to grow.
Follow the river as it flows,
Beside the lake so calm and still,
To where the silent water glows,
And time itself bends to your will.
Escape the turmoil all around,
Here you claim your identity,
Where angry voices lose their sound,
You rest in calm serenity.
If I wandered through the room
With lazy-lidded eyes
And a half-cocked smile, barely there
Would you see through my disguise?
My aura’s calm and steady
I’ve filled my head with songs
I’m channelling the tranquil spirit
Of someone who belongs
Relax my shoulders, slow down my pace
And say
less than
I could
I keep my speech cool and composed
Feigning ‘everything is good’
Fabricated serenity
Is wrapped all over me
(I’m wicked-nervous to the core)
I'm giving off ‘carefree’
Out in the forest, deep still water’s sleep
As through the bushes soft flowers peep
A reflection shines of bushes nearby
On top of the water like a quiet Angels sigh
Light brown Acer’s stand proud and tall
Forming a guard of honor over the small waterfall
As the water trickles making small ripples of light
As the Sun shines on the water, a reflection so bright
High trees are standing overlooking the scene
Remembering how many people, nearby have been
Fish swimming endlessly, no cares at all
Only disturbed by the leaves that may fall
Still waters run deep. Or so they say
As the Sun goes to rest at the end of the day
Soon darkness falls, all in the woods falls asleep
And the night animals come out and silently creep
All round the area, hope they do not fall in
Because at night that would be such a mortal sin
So on wards and upwards, this situation exists
For tomorrow is a another day, in this woodland, Pond tryst
TRANQUIL IMAGES
imagination's
impending
arrival
dignified
simple
immersed
in
motifs
of
surprising
themed
coincidences
veiled
with
fanciful
wonder
lively
vigorous
episodes
characterising
ostensibly
profound
contemporary
illusions
to
apply
&
witness
intimate
schematic
formulations
We frame his daily work of love
along a mirrored river of calm
brown legs and arms reaching for above
snow white their wool where they belong
such peace not to be fleeced ~
he cuddles them where nature is song
Hills ribboned breasts peachy orange
prime colours are all we need
this is how we feed from Earth’s
core green sweet …
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Art piece :
Shepherd and Sheep at Vlaici
Nicolae Darascu
Date: 1912
Style: Post-Impressionism
Genre: Landscape
Source : Wikiart
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Misty oblivious haze
Rainforest appear to laze
Danger veiled by your daze
Lurking in lethal shadows
The sun long set
The sun's feet burried yet
In the dense canopy threat
Blind to the rumbling silhouette
Tranquil leviathan lake
Ripples soothed the ache
Tranced yet awake
Mist matched mind
Growl from behind
Tore trance from mind
Hazel orbs in fear
As the historic terror nears
When the moon weeps, a silver rain falls
Soft on rooftops, a gentle music,
No thunder,no wild wind whips the sea,
Just tranquil tears, simmering and slow.
Perhaps the shadows lengthen on earth
With the fading of light in the sky
Or, one feels the loneliness of night
With a pining heart, when the moon weeps.
a glass-like smooth of even's yawn
here I, myself, with one cob swan
trace cursive paths upon the lake
as we’re both OF the earth, not on
so sets the sun to blow its kiss
in hushed glissades of feral bliss
a surface cleaved in gentle wakes
oh surely heaven’s much like this
ol’ swan and I, we share these eves
in feathered white tuxedo sleeves
he trails me while I row the skiff -
my chaperon as daylight leaves
I think perhaps he's lonely too
prospecting for a soulmate who
will share his love of blushing skies
and parting mirrored lakes, anew
the water's darkened interludes
reflect both images and moods
the hopes we held of love this morn
now laid to bed as day concludes
but ‘fore we meet, next dusk is drawn
I’ll speak my prayer that he'll be gone
that one of us shall find true love ...
as we’re both OF the earth …
not on.
( edit )
Her beauty waits for golden hour,
Her brown eyes vein shines louder.
Blue and white, the sky looks cool;
My red love heart busted as a fool.
Even if the sky shares black shades,
Her silver glowing face never fades.
Coral she smiles, blushed my skin;
Everywhere I find water and green.
Beneath, all the secrets I kept grey,
Evenly, that's eve with amber lit ray.
Quick my thoughts and purple time,
No more options, far from her lime.
The rhythmic waves roll,
Barely foaming as they gently sweep up the shore
And lightly brush my toes
Before retreating as another wave approaches.
Distant swallows chatter like a choir out of tune,
Tossing a scattered melody — yet strangely harmonious.
The coconut leaves above me whisper
As the soft breeze drifts past.
The cold of the damp sand where I sit, legs outstretched,
Has crept up into my chest.
I scoop the damp sand at my side
And press it slowly between my fingers.
My chest tightens as a chorus of voices shriek in my skull.
Kristina Lim
August 17, 2025
Daanbantayan, Cebu, Philippines
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