Calm Is Who I Am Now
CALM IS WHO I AM NOW
Calm is who I am now
Calm and quiet-
I have done
What I could do-
The rest is repetition-
Slowly slowly
Time is taking me away-
How long I do not know-
How much pain I do not know-
Calm is who I am now -
Quiet quiet
Before the fears return again
And the anxiety over what I have not done-
Calm is who I am now
In these moments at this hour
Four in the morning
A small part of the long day to come.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Am Calm In The Pain
I AM CALM IN THE PAIN
I am calm in the pain,
And calm in the rejection,
And calm through the insult,
And calm through the anger,
And calm calm calm,
Though I feel so deeply
How I have failed
I am calm
Very calm
So calm
Until suddenly
In the middle of the morning prayer
I begin to cry to God
Cry with a terrible crying
And then when the prayer done
Calm calm calm calm calm.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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When The Calm Comes Back Again
WHEN THE CALM COMES BACK AGAIN
When the calm comes back again
After days of anxiety and stress-
When things at last seem going the right way
After a long time of disorder-
When one is simply quiet and happy inside again
And looking forward to whatever is to come-
When the calm comes back again
How blessed and happy and easy life is-
And what a tremendous relief also.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I love the word 'calm
I love the word ‘calm’
‘The sea lies calm tonight’
‘Ne’er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
‘And calm of mind, all passion spent’
I love the word ‘calm’
And the feeling of peace,
And the joy in quiet,
And the sense of all things well,
It gives.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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This House Is Not For Sale
Tell 'em that the house is not for sale
We're still livin' here, how come nobody can tell
They're takin' all the furniture, movin' our things
Come on little honey, put your head on my knee
Tell 'em that the house is not for sale
And calm down, calm down, calm down
Calm down, calm down, calm down
Do you remember when we even bought this thing?
I danced you across the wooden floor and you signed the lease
What happened in the car that night?
What happened in the car that night?
Tell 'em that the house is not for sale
And calm down, calm down, calm down
Calm down, calm down, calm down
Calm down
Tell 'em that the house is not for sale
We could grab a couple sheets, yeah, give 'em quite a scare
I remember lyin' on the bedroom floor
You were holding me, little honey, kissin' my soul
Tell 'em that the house is not for sale
And calm down, calm down, calm down
Calm down, calm down, calm down
Calm down
Calm down
song performed by by Ryan Adams
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There Is No Pain In Me Now
THERE IS NO PAIN IN ME NOW
There is no pain in me now-
I am quiet and calm
The pains have gone.
I sit and wait and rest-
I am calm.
But I want something else,
And I do not know what it is.
Calm and old,
But not sad and not in pain,
I want something else-
But do not know what it is.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Nature Of The Storm
Glare at the cloud
Guarded by fog and shroud
And see the storm will be here
Soon it will be quite near
Brace yourself my dear
And yet before
We have to be torn at the core
Torn to and fro, there will be a calm before a calm
A time where there shall be no qualm
And yet the calm is terrifying
The silence before war is maddening
It is not the nor consoling calm of peace
But a maddening roar of quiet
I fear the calm more than the storm because sometimes 'Not Knowing'
That's the worst
poem by David Knox
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The House Was Quiet and The World Was Calm
The house was quiet and the world was calm.
The reader became the book; and summer night
Was like the conscious being of the book.
The house was quiet and the world was calm.
The words were spoken as if there was no book,
Except that the reader leaned above the page,
Wanted to lean, wanted much most to be
The scholar to whom his book is true, to whom
The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
The house was quiet because it had to be.
The quiet was part of the meaning, part of the mind:
The access of perfection to the page.
And the world was calm. The truth in a calm world,
In which there is no other meaning, itself
Is calm, itself is summer and night, itself
Is the reader leaning late and reading there.
poem by Wallace Stevens
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I dread the calm
I dread the calm in the morning of a mourn without a sound
It is a calm that comes to foster a greater grief
It is a calm light of dusk before ever dew was falling from leaves
It is a calm sinking in calm pattering to the ground
I fear the calm and scudding winds in the high wold
And on the dews the drench the gorse
And all the silvery gossamer
Shaken into gilded gold
Is it calm and still in the dusky light over great plains
That sweeps late and swiftly in autumn bowers
Of secluded farms and solitary towers
To merge with the bounding and the saint
Is it calm on the vast sea under the spangled silver sleep
The waves that sway in colossus to lull themselves to rest
And the dead calm in the deepening breast
Which heaves with the heaving deep
Yet calm is the mute peace in the meadow’s air
The forest gloom with loom of leaves that redden to fall
And in my chest if calm can ever dwell at all
If any calm is there, it is the calm of despair
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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 11. Calm is the morn without a sound
Calm is the morn without a sound,
Calm as to suit a calmer grief,
And only thro' the faded leaf
The chestnut pattering to the ground:
Calm and deep peace on this high wold,
And on these dews that drench the furze.
And all the silvery gossamers
That twinkle into green and gold:
Calm and still light on yon great plain
That sweeps with all its autumn bowers,
And crowded farms and lessening towers,
To mingle with the bounding main:
Calm and deep peace in this wide air,
These leaves that redden to the fall;
And in my heart, if calm at all,
If any calm, a calm despair:
Calm on the seas, and silver sleep,
And waves that sway themselves in rest,
And dead calm in that noble breast
Which heaves but with the heaving deep.
poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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The Sea So Calm Today
The fury
it rages on
in me
The tsunami
in me
that would
take years to tame
the calm sea
So calm
it throws me
off balance
Stoic, unfeeling
after all the ravages
it lies so calm
A lesson
to face life adversities
the calm sea this day
so calm it throws me
off balance
This tsunami
in me that would
take years to tame
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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There Is A Kind Of Peace /In Writing A Poem
There is a kind of peace
In writing a poem
A kind of gentleness:
Words come slowly and surely
And happiness is within them.
All around so quiet so calm
So at ease;
There is a gentleness in writing a quiet poem,
And great peace in writing a small happy one.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Fierce Poem Escapes Me
The fierce poem escapes me
The deepest intensity is not here-
In calm I write
In calm I listen-
Quiet and easy now
Waiting in the blessing of my own long silence-
The fierce poem escapes me
The deepest intensity is not here
I am no longer young
And my words have the wisdom
Of a tiredness I too barely know how to bear.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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If There Is No Peace In Me
IF THERE IS NO PEACE IN ME
If there is no peace in me
If there is no calm
How dare I try
To write a poem?
Still by stopping and standing here now
The gentle breeze
The quiet greens and yellows of this park
Bring uneasy calm back to me.
And I write a few lines
By which I try
To justify
My problematic existence.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Somewhere From The Silence I Hear A Poem
Somewhere from the Silence I hear a poem
And it soothes and calms me
And teaches me now
How beautiful these quiet days are
Long after the war has been done
And the wounds have been healed
And calm has returned
Somewhere long after the battle has ended
And the rest time comes
A dream returns
Of living again
Of going out to face the world
As if for the first time
In the long long silence
After the war
Life can begin again.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Sea Is Very Calm This Morning
the sea is very calm this morning
the talisay leaves are not disturbed by the breeze
my mama is sitting on a bench
combing her long hair
saying nothing
under a tree
beside our little nipa hut
facing the horizon
on the other side is a big house
whose iron gate is painted red
a big man comes out
rushing as though
he is chasing someone
holding a stick on his hand
shouting at the child
playing with my small brother
inside the yard
of our house
the child of that man is frightened
and runs as fast as he can
back to their house
his father catches him
beating his legs
with the stick on his
right hand
i can still hear the cry of that frightened child
from the very beating of his own papa
what a mess!
i could have told you once again about the peace
and the calm and the quiet of the sea on a morning like this
but it is not true anymore
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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This Morning Bird
This morning bird likes to sing
She likes to hear the morning bells ring
This morning bell is nice and clear to me
This morning bird shows no sympathy
This morning bird is very calm
But not calm enough when it
Comes to cruelty and bombs
So be careful and be calm to this morning bird
Because her sounds are the best things u ever heard
poem by Va Rockeya Foy
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Calm See
Calm Sea
Calm Sea
Calm Sea
How great you are
After the storm
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Empire's seed
seed of an empire
seen in the boy's eyes
blue and resplendent
as the morning sea
his fairer skin
palsy as the beach sand
remnants of a romance
etched now only on the boy
lost in a world
that refuses to recognise its past
the boy an alien
in the centre of borneo
in his innocent calm
calm as the morn sun
drank his strong milk tea
does he know dad?
does dad know
his seed cast 5,000 miles away
from home has blossomed
and put up with storm and thunder
day after day?
in his quiet
he drank his tea..
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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That's definitely a part of who Superman is and definitely who Clark on the farm is. It translates to how calm he is. I feel like I'm pretty calm most of the time and relaxed, which gives presence to the character.
quote by Brandon Routh
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Tribute to Wm Wordsworth
It is a beauteous evening calm and free.
The holy time as quiet as a nun
Breathless with adoration, the broad sun
is sinking down in its tranquillity
William Wordsworth.
A Glosa
It is a beauteous evening calm and free.
I stroll along the sandy shore
my evening walk is leisurely.
I am content could ask no more.
The holy time as quiet as a Nun.
obedient to her orders vows.
Blue twilight falls as day is done.
Day slips away no need for bows.
Breathless in adoration the broad sun
surrenders to a greater force.
Which bids him that he must be gone
now he has run his daily course.
I s sinking in its tranquillity
something the sun is glad to do
Accepting with surety
tomorrow he will rise anew.
7-Feb-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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