Poetry Blogs (serenity)

I have found

the blue sea of balance and tranquility.

It rests inside of me.

I float through its silver mists of hope

and flip, flop my feet in its depths.

Bubbles of content come to the surface and pop!

I have found myself clothed in equilibrium 

and the colours suit me well.

Faith and love give me buoyancy and

I am held and nourished by your belief in me.

Serenity a...

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What a welcome relief

your tender words are

to my weathered soul. 

I get so busy in life

tending to other’s needs

that I often neglect my own. 

But when I come to the

oasis of serenity and

see a good heart reflected,

my faith in love is restored.

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The Glowering Mists of Autumn

As I travel life's journey I'm often-times struck

By a vision both novel and possibly true; that serenity

In a dangerous world without luck,

Is impossible; but is there a temporal divinity?

Perhaps the root causes of wonder and joy

Really are in the sky, or on Dante's fine peak,

Or my fireside, where the dance won't annoy

In the compa...

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Take a great gander into the fields!
The fishes of the wilted flowers,
Red and dilapidated,
Your memory faded into each miserable sliver of oil against the midnight shaken sky.

Parading colours paint an image of you in mine,
Forget the safe places you had went,
For you may stay with me beneath a shallow moon tonight.

Wrapping your arms in mine until yesterday’s shadow gone,
Gravel shat...

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To discern

                our place

To commune

To see

                beyond our close shadow of death

To focus

                my poet mind

I need direction

                a qibla

Or some beads to tell

                to take refuge from my life:

A candle flame

Only the candle

Flame

Flickering.

A journey into quietude

                begins

Int...

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As the nineteenth autumn has come upon me,
It’s a whole new world I see.
Treacherous creatures, so often, hush and hide,
And it seemeth to me, a change in tide.

The poetry of soothing sensation has gone,
The glimmering golden glow of the sun is now none.
Some say,’ The Head is battling with the Heart’.
Well ! All Logic has been torn apart.

As I gaze into the vast emptiness
The dawning...

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