With his violin placed there
Note you, shouldered
Both soft and intense, as close
As palpable
That, there held stable
What is for my own features
As expressive.
Artist in travail! Trying
To pluck out a sweet tune in
Wood; unresponsive.
Oh how I wish I had peace
A touch of love, a touch of joy at least
A mother’s embrace could make a love spring
A father’s affection could make a joy sing
What is in me that does not die ?
Where is the love that never cries ?
I long for a whisper, from deep in my heart
From where all love comes, and none is apart
This voice is within me, I know this to be
I think I can hear it, I think I can see
Soft pulse in me
Love like the sea
A silent tremor
Calls back to me
hush...it stays
between us, so...
plant it
d
e
e
p
in the dirt;
don't water the seed!
bite your tongue
so it
ages
like fine wine;
do not speak!
keep the lie
the truth is a ghost
wait for the dam to burst
s h h...
no one needs to know!
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Wrote this poem from a childhood memory of watching koi in the koi pond in my grandmother's backyard....
Moon spills silver ink~
koi carve slow spells through the dark,
their fins drip with stars.
The pond hums a silent hymn,
each ripple a whispered wish.
My peace a distant memory,
and hope so far removed
My fears return to wonder,
When the madness will ensue
Each tortured voice which torments me,
When I've pondered at the door
Has whispered softly in my ear,
'What are you fighting for?'
'When forgiveness seems so silent,
and your sorrows seem so loud
Do your fears escape detection,
as you face the maddening crowd?'
'Will hope remain your company,
While shadows conquer light
When dreams have all but vanished,
Til you've lost the will to fight'
As I shivered in the silence,
That each shadow ushered in
While all the voices in my head,
Were screaming once again
I tried to yell 'surrender!',
'Just tell me what is true!'
My mind a distant memory,
No hope left to remove
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warmth hides in snowflakes~
ghost of sun on my tongue melts
into whispered light
Whispered voices
Deep in the woods
That turns into
Jumbled words because
Everyone is trying to
Speak at one time
Each one longing to
Be heard and tell there
Side of the story
Ancient spirits of
Yester years
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silent snowfall drifts~
each flake dissolves on my tongue
like whispered treaties.
the war drums thaw into streams
where children skip rope, laughing.
My whispered words carried by the distant winds
Over the oceans mixed with the sounds of violins
Arriving softly into your ears as you sleep at night
That will make you smile, and in your heart excite
Reminding you I'm in your body, and in your soul
I am your man, and your heart, I remain in control
Over the desert dunes to our very own pure oasis
Where the drifting winds, on our footsteps erases
Our time spent watching, as the Gazelle idly graze
As on the horizon heat creates a shimmering haze
Under the protection of palm trees to give us cool
From a red hot sun, that would be otherwise cruel
Taking turns to recite from Rumi, the Persian poet
With heartfelt feelings on each other we bestow it
And time spent, as a sun on us both says goodbye
Where then, a crescent moon and stars shine high
With our eyes closed, silent wishes are then made
Our wealth, happiness and health we both prayed
Wrapped in quilted garbs, by camel then set home
Until you're rested in your bed by yourself all alone
My last whispered words in your ear then I’m gone
Habibi, it is for you that I only in your heart belong
God whispered and I heard his voice calling to love him more
Promising to make time after completing all my chores
Intending to obey life pulling with violent roar
Losing slowly unaware of falling in this soul war
God whispered and I thought I heard his voice calling to me
Planning family work and life as time happens to flee
Vowing to fit God in when things slow down and I am free
Sliding away as for my soul God continues to plea
God whispered and I faintly felt like I had heard a sound
Racing faster and gaining less and less on life’s playground
Achieving hollow victories as starts another round
Feeling only broken and beaten and completely bound
God whispered and sadly I didn’t even notice at all
Working so hard to build life only to have missed it all
Crowding time with worldly things and goals had been the downfall
Crying from an empty soul finally to God I call
The staircase to a bedroom of lies
creaks, with worn-out balusters
from the palms of lovers
that shook the handrail as they climbed...trapped
by a honey smile beneath eyes of desire
offered to quench their thirst
for companionship
paid for by illusion proffered
as more than a splash of perfume...used
to cover the rust exposed
from the dusty bones of dying love
that feeds on poison crumbs
left to kill any memory of each changing face
that gave comfort and refuge
to an endless cycle of drudgery
each time you whispered in my ear
I promise...never again
The candle trembles in the draft
shadows stretching like whispered secrets.
A single heartbeat fractures the dark
and stars lean closer to listen.
Even the silence carries it still:
we once had our light.
On the edge of a world unfolding like a softly whispered dream,
half inside, half outside, its center remains unshaken.
This is the woman who knows the depths of her being,
emerging from within like a flame that knows no cold.
She carries her soul like a sacred, untouched temple,
protecting her essence from shadows trying to dance around her.
She finds her strength within, like a root piercing the earth,
she knows she will triumph, that in life's battle she will always have the drive.
When she looks at the sea with its waves in crescendo,
she knows she can face the storm, turning her face towards the sun,
seeking happiness in the rising light, in the life that surrounds her.
She distances herself from the darkness, from sunsets that bring only coolness.
She wishes to bathe only in pure light,
keeping shadows and demons at bay.
She guards her essence, keeping her peace like armor,
fleeing from all that is evil, in search of the celestial smile.
Half inside, half outside, but always centered,
she knows the truth about herself, her path unaltered.
Pray for the Hungry
Pray for the Meek
Pray for the Angry
Pray for the Weak
Pray for the Greedy
Pray for the Pall
Pray for the Needy
Pray for us All
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