Silence
Away from hustle and bustle
Of the crowded town
Try and seek something deep
Enhancing an inner uplift
Rather than let you down.
Listen to your quiet Self
Be therein as long as you can
Welcoming the warmth and the quietness
Of thoughts, and emotions brought.
Practise it every now and then...
(May 2010)
poem by Maria C. Costa
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After The Snow
After the snow, comes the rain
to wash it all away again,
revealing all that it concealed
the greenery and the unsightly feel.
Gone is the beauty the snow brought,
the silence and our quiet lot.
Back to the hustle and bustle
that dominate our lives.
Disappeared that slow pace
upon our lives the snow did grace.
16 January 2010
poem by David Harris
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Quiet
We all seek at times
a measure or two
of silken stillness
caught within the hustle bustle
of our daily lives.
The quiet that descends slowly
as summer sap oozing from a tree
to crystallize our moments
into tranquil harmony
that refreshes
our obliterating soul.
poem by David Harris
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Quiet Everyone
Quiet everyone
I say “Quiet”
Your voices attract disturbances
To my fragile ears like a magnet
Bring forth thy instrument of tranquillity
The bearer of all peaceful placidity
Impose it upon my genial sanity
Let’s have some peace and quiet
For once, this instance
Quietness is a precious piece of sound
Just before words get around
Breaking the strong bond
Of which is required to concentrate
Quietness imposes on our mental state of being,
A certain calmness amongst all this glorified madness
Only in silent thoughts
Can one create the ultimate
Relax and consciously meditate
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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A Sweet Haven
Today I'm not in my usual mood
to face things in life as I would...
Sad thoughts of loss of our beloved,
and missing talks of other dearly loved
have inhabited this heart bereaved
as if it all distressed my soul
from the quietness and joy as a whole.
Anyway, this sweet haven I sought
so that hope and peace could be brought.
(May 2010)
poem by Maria C. Costa
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Cool Clear Air
Sitting on the deck
in the early morning sun,
the start of a beautiful day,
breathing in the cool clear air
as you sit in quiet meditation
with only the wildlife for company
to the start of a chill out day
to begin a holiday.
You cannot ask for anything better
before the hustle bustle begins
when everyone else has woken up.
poem by David Harris
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Sanctuary
At times in the corridors of our mind,
we open doors in quiet moments
to find a daydream to keep us occupied.
Something in the vacant minutes
to take us away from where we are
to some far off peaceful sanctum
where we are who we are
with no mandatory hustle and bustle
that surrounds us everyday.
Just fluffy clouds to lie on
and dream our lives away.
28 January 2011
poem by David Harris
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Thoughts Just Thoughts0
Who am i?
A lonely vesicle
An open shell
Only to be filled with thoughts
Only thoughts
Thoughts capable of causing
Causing so much damage
Thoughts that falsify good intentions
Thoughts I hope will never cross
Even the darkest of people
But I continue to smile
It’s all we can do
But we are continually
Insisted to cry
We let our eyes fill
With salty waters
And lock those doors
We hide behind
Reassuring ourselves
Those others are on the outside
So we are stuck in this isolation
That is welcoming and intimidating
All at the same time we cry
We show our emotions
To no one but ourselves
poem by Charlie Alexdranda
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Western Ecstasy
There is nothing like the western life
It’s truly a dream come true
So comfortable and peaceful
It’s a quiet that beckons to you
Under the azure skies above
Out on the open prairies
No hustle and bustle of city life
Western ecstasy it truly carries
Windmills dot the landscape
The whirling adds to the calm
Wonderful red barns ‘long side
Creates their own kind of charm
Corrals you’ll see as you drive by
Vacant now, no cows in sight
Sage brush with the musky smell
Coyotes howl in the black of night!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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Landscapes Of The Mind
Thoughts travelling across lanes of joy
Leave footprints of cheerfulness
Speaking to us in a quietness
We'd love forever to enjoy.
Thoughts journeying through avenues of wisdom
Remain modest, serene, kind
Telling us lofty stories of a kingdom
Through landscapes of the mind.
November,2010
poem by Maria C. Costa
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Hustle and Bustle
There’s all this
Hustle and Bustle
And things that should rustle
All the feathers on my back
But thoughts of you and me
Living together by the beach
Keeps me sound
Keeps my feathers down
And
When this happens
Or that doesn’t
I know you’ll be something extra
My bakers dozen
So stay with me till we live on the beach
And don’t ever leave
Because without you
There’s no me
Don’t ever leave
Because without you there’s no me.
poem by Daniel Cook
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Contemplate My Thoughts
I like to sit in the quiet
and contemplate my thoughts,
thinking how lucky I am
to be surrounded by friends,
getting that hug on greeting
when you first say hello.
That warm feeling
that takes over inside
knowing the world
is such a lovely place
when you are surrounded
by the warmth they give you.
This is what I think about
in the quiet contemplating my thoughts.
(4 July 2011)
poem by David Harris
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Buffer Brain 1849
Dreams teem, spring from synaptic leap
before day's hustle bustle finds
employment for productive minds
far more contented when asleep.
When buffer brain retains thoughts deep
or fancies light, as rest unwinds,
they may be stored for many kinds
of interplay, rich harvests reap
when ploughed back, irrigation seep
which opens avenues, draws blinds,
encouragement staid braid unbinds
may reinforce joys shared and keep
enchantment ever underlined
to comfort through life's daily grind.
(30 January 2009)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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That Love
There was a love I used to know
in the long time ago.
A love that never left me
as years passed and I grew old.
Whenever we chance to meet
emotions would flow.
That love would be recharged
like it was in the long ago.
My love walks a different path
than the one that I follow,
but part of it still holds a flame
that will never let go.
Each step I take in each year that passes
that love will always follow
and I still feel its warmth
wherever I may travel.
16 September 2010
poem by David Harris
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Whenever I'm In Swanston Street
So many different peoples of every different race
Whenever I'm in Swanston street I long for a quieter place
Far from the World of bustle and the noisy city street
Out there in the quiet countryside where the rill and river meet.
Whenever I'm is Swanston street I cannot feel at ease
I smell smog and pollution in the foul city breeze
The sidewalks crowded with people as they bustle to and fro
But each to their own as some might say and it happens to be so.
I am not a city type of person that sort of lifestyle would not suit me
I love the coastal countryside and the cliffs that overlook the sea
To watch the fishing gannets plunge down from a great height
With folded wings into saltwater a most amazing sight.
The city scene or city ways I never could embrace
And whenever I'm in Swanston street I feel so out of place
Many people love the city life each to their own rings true
But I'd prefer the quieter place the home of the wild roo.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Please Be Quiet
He spoke and spoke so many words
and she just silently thought.
He had an opinion on everything.
She listened and then she sought
silence again, just said Amen
to all those words he said,
Soon thoughts came to her head.
She thought about life.
She thought about love.
She thought about
all he was speaking of.
She thought about nights
where silence prevailed.
She thought about days
where the speaking assailed
her ears.
She'd been thinking and thinking
for too many years.
The quietness was peaceful
but now brought her to tears.
For she missed the sound
of all his words.
She missed everything he said.
He was gone and all was quiet
for all his words were dead.
The thoughts were still there.
The words were not.
And what was it he said?
She forgot.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Distractions
Distractions
~
I seek to distract myself
So thoughts will not be forgotten
More kept elsewhere for a while
Have them otherwise entertained
A busy mind has no time to idle
To wander about the what ifs and whys
Those fruitless agonies considered
In the dull silences and quiet hours
It’s a duel of attention, distraction
When strong thoughts resist my ignorance
A book becomes a struggle
While the wayward mind wanders still
Thoughts resist to be kept at bay
However I seek to distract myself
To leave certain thoughts for a while
That I may rest my soul
poem by Matthew Holloway
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The Goat Paths
The crooked paths go every way
Upon the hill - they wind about
Through the heather in and out
Of the quiet sunniness.
And there the goats, day after day,
Stray in sunny quietness,
Cropping here and cropping there,
As they pause and turn and pass,
Now a bit of heather spray,
Now a mouthful of the grass.
In the deeper sunniness,
In the place where nothing stirs,
Quietly in quietness,
In the quiet of the furze,
For a time they come and lie
Staring on the roving sky.
If you approach they run away,
They leap and stare, away they bound,
With a sudden angry sound,
To the sunny quietude;
Crouching down where nothing stirs
In the silence of the furze,
Couching down again to brood
In the sunny solitude.
If I were as wise as they
I would stray apart and brood,
I would beat a hidden way
Through he quiet heather spray
To a sunny solitude;
And should you come I'd run away,
I would make an angry sound,
I would stare and turn and bound
To the deeper quietude,
To the place where nothing stirs
In the silence of the furze.
In that airy quietness
I would think as long as they;
Through the quiet sunniness
I would stray away to brood
By a hidden beaten way
In a sunny solitude.
I would think until I found
Something I can never find,
Something lying on the ground,
In the bottom of my mind.
poem by James Stephens
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My Steps Are Steady
Above the bustle of the valley,
Above the bustle of the valley
Comfortable and secure
---in our joy one with the other
I have no want to climb the steep ladder
---to the hustle down under
To the hustle down under,
What if I should lose my balance
---and will they accept
---what we have to offer?
Will they accept
---what we have to offer?
You load me with a woven basket
---heavy with the fruits
---of our marriage
Heavy with the fruits
---of our marriage
You lead me through the threshold
---with my eyes open
With my eyes open
---to the perils of the downward climb
I am to descend not backward but forward
---in full view of the chaos below
In full view of the chaos below.
You and I bless our offerings
---and I overcome the limitations
---of our fruitfull union
I hold freely our prodigy,
My steps are steady
My steps are steady
Fear dissolves in the joy of love
Fear dissolves in the joy of love
We and they unite as one
We and they unite as one.
poem by Wilson Ogg
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Emotions ((Terzanelle))
Emotions are humanities heart-print
Enhancing our intrinsic affinity
Etching each loving heart with its imprint
Birthing mankind's compatibility
Relieving our sense of isolation
Enhancing our intrinsic affinity
Emotions need no translation
They sensitize our compassion
Relieving our sense of isolation
Our emotional growth is begun
By stimulating our perceptions
They sensitize our compassion
Strengthening pure contemplation
Intrinsic to mankind's development
We are all relatives in man's collation
The soulful experience of emotion is
Intrinsic to mankind's development
Emotions are humanities' heart-print
Etching each loving heart with its imprint.
poem by Kristin Nicole RothDavis
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Being Smug
I exchanged the buzz of Wimbledon
For the tranquil hamlet of Cherry Hinton
I have no regrets
Its made me forget
The hustle and bustle of London
poem by Nayyar Shabbir Ahmad
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