Far simpler to pray the older one gets,
the awareness of little time left wraps your mind
and thoughts and regrets flood your inner being.
How sad that I cannot relate this age-old wisdom,
this depth of tranquility, to those that have years to squander.
I wonder if the feeling of remorse and the worth of a prayer
is only revealed to us when we can almost touch
the gates of the great here after.
There is a place n the heart full of peace,
a place of wonder and release,
our origin our home within,
just look inside beneath the skin,
tranquillity, harmony, peace, balance,
untoucheable by violence,
i stay right there i never leave,
it is the place i want to be.
Overwhelmed by what I can see.
This lovely place was quite a find.
Swirling imageries now resound.
Stream ripples frolic merrily.
There’s lush fir trees of every kind.
Meandering stream’s only sound.
My heart only feels ecstasy
Enchantment is flooding my mind.
Tranquillity’s dreams do abound.
Of peaceful mind I need to be.
There’s a simple place to unwind.
Spectacular place I have found.
Now all discontent disappears.
Released from my entangled fears.
Sponsor Joseph May
Contest Name Trilonnet
Image Number 2
HMS used: 8 Syllables per line.
1st June 2023
TRANQUILLITY
professed
in
separation
with
contemplation
a
settling
down
a
time
of
devotion
to
human
piety
incarnate
a
suspended
perspective
looking
down
to
conceive
a view
more
clearly
in mind
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Copyright © Brian Strand
TRANQUILLITY
a sight line
touches
surfaces
patterning
animated austere
images
an inherent
theme
drama
sleepy in nature
manmade
yet
where
pictorial
verticals interrupt
&
empty
in a
slow disposition
inflected
&evokes a silent
dreamlike
state
bereft
of humankind
meticulously
explored
by
the resolute
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
TRANQUILITY
figurative
permanent
a silent
meditation
for a
nuanced trauma
a spacious
view
offsetting
the decorative
patterns
undulatng
expressive
yet mundane
concerns without pity
an idyllic
luminosity
in the
foreground
space in
harmony
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Burst
Of sweet
Rivulet,
Bubbling towards
The water-mill, its wheel turns endlessly,
Churning a mellow constant melody
As I enjoy
The deep peace
Of red
Dawn.
25 September 2020
Placed 1
Picture 1
Double Tetractys 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
She was restless,
Disturbed by almost
Everything.
Wandering in search of
Serenity.
Somewhere,
She met him,
And found tranquillity.
And that was all
She needed.
The ultimate compassionate
sensation resonates beyond
daily circumstances, travails
It is calming serenity
tapered by lustful indulgences
tempting peacefulness
You wonder how such blessings
could have been bestowed
upon a common utilitarian
personality rife with imperfections.
It's mind boggling
how forces intermingle
creating spheres of happiness.
It dangles illusions
of utopian perfection
transforming everyday misanthropes
into circumstantial bliss
that encapsulates illustrious
transcendental thoughts.
Mind altering realities
bestowed upon simplicities
of thoughtless ramifications
turning lackluster days
into something magical.
Oh! Those candles are gazing in tranquillity
This is the moment of true geniality
I was told by that charming sparkling light
Generosity of this ignited excited night
Gathering the magnitude of surpassing sincerity
Leading the surroundings to indulge in hospitality
Setting the mood to blissfulness and its kind
These glorious states of serene mind
Sweet music and the whispering voice
Motivating the wanderers of no choice
Once a dinky empty space
Today a fulfillment of grace
The lighted delighted folks spoke with vitality
Let us with passion fully embrace
The thought of absolute totality
Gleaming faces hand in hand
Marching towards the universality
A mighty team of genuine versatility
Candles gently rested with solace
At last! Their dreams became the reality
Tranquillity
Absence of words
Quiet is this Sunday
Stillness walks
With slipper on and
The dripping tap is
Petrified
Words are absent
The house sighs
Children do not live here
Anymore
Toys in a box
Except for a doll
Shelves of printed
Silence
I'm in the town called Tranquility absorbing the sun
Holidaying am I amidst the valley of said sins
Such joyous commotions viewing children's fun
Seeing happiness abound in wondrous spin
But it's the nature of being here, knowing it's begun
Cotton wool clouds caught by grayed demons be
It's just a matter of moments that they engulf all we
Next morning I awaken to skies of deadened grey
In the distance funnels of evil rotate their dread
Swirling spiral vortexes never shy in their display
Their ignorance now shared delivered imbed
Such her power no prisoners she now portrays
Overturned cars, houses adrift trees now stripped
If such were to be human on a drug fueled trip
God, build me some mountains to surround this plain
Allow said sins to be attracted to forever dissipate
Never to allow grief as such, these tremendous pains
Their height being there simply closes the vortex gate
Lets learn from said angers that they never will again
I'm in the town called Tranquility absorbing the sun
Holidaying where am I, seeing parasols in lightly spun
.
A lone bridge across
the pond reclines like Buddha
in this serene wood.
Visual2 of PP Haiku#1 contest by SKAT A
It is snowing tonight!
How beautiful it is!
Everything is so lovely!
The first snow of the year!
I was all set for bed
when I decided
to put out the light and
to look out the window
The fresh snow on the ground
and on the housetops
unspoiled by man or beast
appears so peaceful and serene
I see a pine tree
and the upper portion
of its branches and needles
are gently covered with snow
I have seen that same tree
many times before
but never has it looked
as lovely as it looks tonight
Tarot batons rise
from a dimension detained-
Life will start once more.
*For Raul Moreno’s Tranquillity Contest
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