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2011 Poetry Theme Challenges#10 SHHHHH! BE VERY, VERY QUIET! |
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Hello Poets; They say silence is golden, least my teachers at school would repeatedly say that. Now as a somewhat more mature person I like taking time out to be quiet and absorb what is around me. Those moments can truly be golden indeed. So to the challenge - poems about those golden moments of silence, when you heard a bird sing or a stream rushing on its journey. Happy Quilling and Blessings to All Jem XXXX |
SHHHHH! BE VERY, VERY QUIET!
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Kathy AndersonIn silent storms of the heart there is an eye That watches the winds of times we now decry. Such silence may destroy what love could deploy As seeds once planted wither from lack of sun, When thunderous rains came they still found no joy For too much warmth dried and desiccated one, Caused to run with floods what was left of fields Where silent footed does did paw for want of Grasses green and mellow birches giving yields Forever lost to but always needing love. |
Divena CollinsDo not utter a word not even a sound To awaken my pooch from her nap Tired was she from running around; Must always let sleeping hounds lay After all `twas her took me for walks And I who chased the squirrels away Yet she who slept around the clock. She sleeps with one eye on her dish Whilst her nose is twitching for food I wonder what Madam would wish On the menu for your dinner today Loyalty never comes in half measure She just knows I will spoil her this way For she shall forever be my treasure.  ----- Silence - Du Ku She who look short walk tall She who speak less say all.  ----- Tranquil Dreams What does she dream of so high in the tree Perched on the boughs on top of her world So deeply within herself completely alone Perusing the leaves of a book on her knee; Lost in her haven of contentment unfurled A far cry away from the maddening crowd What does she dream of there on her own Up high in her fort where all she does see; Through ancient boughs of buds uncurled A vacated nest where a song bird had flown Her endless haven of tranquility she vowed Was the only place she had yearned to be; Within these wishes of pleasure unbowed She dreams peacefully within her fantasy.  |
Maggie CusickTossing wishes to stars listening through silent winds echoing on woodland canopy carrying to a far place. Gentle smile flickers on velvet fringe, dreams intertwined, feeling the breath of a sigh at merging awareness, eyes seeking immortal truths. Trembling through lucid fantasies, feelings silken fingers tracing contours. Tender lips murmur of ancient rites, producing blessed harvests. Together we move in rhythm towards desired destiny.  ----- Summer - Pleiades Sharp crystal so unexpected..dazzling stunningly magnificent standing in spleandour sending prisms of many hues straight and true suddenly silent in admiration  back to list |
Jem FarmerAs golden rays defer to purple sky And vibrant hues of amber blend to pink Reminding me of nights I spent with you. Yet still I sit and wonder how, and why The seas mutate to mellifluous ink? So can my dreams end so love can begin Reflecting moonlight in silver white dew, As I recall your last silent goodbye, That left me here with only thoughts to think, No words to say, and nothing left to do, But feel the pain within empty chagrin. I ask if the sun will see tomorrow, Releasing the darkness that I am in So my heart may know no more this sorrow. ----- Early One Morning I watched as the last star of night faded out And sunlight filtered over the distance The horizon simmering on amber seas I watched from the shore. The gentle ripples of dawn tide awaken A sleeping world and here on the silent beach My hushed eyes observed the rainbowed unicorns As they came to play. Tentative hooves tasting the chill of the sea As sparkling silver horns enraptured my gaze While frolicking in my vision unaware Of my staring eyes. The magical realm of a unicorn dream Cantering over sands of reality A sweet cornucopia of illusion I could clearly see. Sprites deftly weaving garlands in flowing manes Enhancing the serene ethereal beauty That gazed out from within your liquid brown eyes Had I then been seen? My fingers reached out gently into your dream To slowly caress smooth satin rainbow hair And touched briefly the regal silver spiral Your imperial crown. Your soft quivering muzzle whispered a breeze And I was enchanted by magical sighs Taking me to a world where I longed to be I saw in your eyes.  ----- In Silence Here in silence there is no single voice; No sound but trees that whisper to the ground And touch the soul with spiritual embrace. Here in silence a heart can sing, rejoice In beauty that shines from natural ground And echoes love we share with Mother Earth, In ev’ry flower eyes can glimpse her grace. Here in silence a prayer can make its choice, A soul that lost its way at last is found Because I saw the beauty in her face, Here in silence the moment of rebirth, My heart began to beat, I came alive. It’s in her love I feel both joy and mirth And know there is nothing I’ll not survive! ----- On the Silent Breeze Oh gentle soul that speaks romance Who whispers on the silent breeze Thy witterings bring my heart’s ease Pray sing to me and make me dance Dear gentle love that speaks romance A softened bow upon violin Thy desire is where I begin Again pray sing my heart its dance Dearest queen of my heart’s romance As thou draws close and holds me near Thou art the love I shall not fear Pray sweetly sing my heart its dance Oh gentle soul that speaks romance Pray sing to me and make me dance ----- Spring Cleaning To neatly fold the clouds that hide the Sun, And keep the chill of winter far away, These are the things I hope, and often pray As I kneel alone in midwinter dun. For a lonely heart cannot know of joy If it hides behind clouds playing it coy. Let silent whispers touch a dear loved one, And lead them to the warmth of summer day To feel delight beneath a brighter ray So I may know my act of love is done.  Alfred Gockel - Shades of the Heart back to list |
Peggy NelsonSilence presides above and below Silence of peaceful comfort divine Silence to remanence a casual flame Silence consuming silent waters flow Silence entertaining pleasures so fine Silence for loving illusions I concede Silence to endeavor without blame Silence comes softly, ever so slow Silence has erupted my written line Silence drifts helping others be tame Silence no more; music suits my need Silence was immensely to long for me Silence! I need no more this day to feed Silence I plead; after crash, bang of reality ----- Silent Leaf Oh how I wish I could be a fallen leaf One to caress your innocence of belief Calm you on the balmiest nights for relief A silent leaf to follow you along the reef A beautiful color for only you at your request To tenderly caress and hold gentle to your chest Oh how wonderful it would be to float about Without listening to unkind forces to gross out To be blown far away and lay in silence in route Until end of time when I am crushed and opt out  back to list |
Ryter RoethicleSpring is when Nature comes alive The air is clear and all life is new Blossoms bloom on bush and tree With worker bees rushing from the hive On their daily task to help life renew And for this task each plant gives in return A drop of honey to this busy bee Just rewards for helping to survive Knowing for every task a fee is due Never holding back Nature pays the fee Nor is there any need for concern This is the simple way that all life knows Every year this way new life returns Begins to procreate and so life grows.  ----- Distractions Begone I must write these words whilst they are alive I need to frame the smile you make in my mind That passes without so much as conversation. For those words would no longer survive They would escape and be impossible to find In the sanity and sobriety of what is today. Curve of lips and brows fill my collection That is impossible to never want revive Yet to verbalise, words are difficult to find. So in haste I bid all distractions, "Begone!" In your eyes is a place, I remember yesterday, A sacred place, in which I would often relive. I will allow not anything to get in my way Your indulgence and my absence please forgive.  ----- I am the wind I am the wind breathing on the land Each breath freshens, brings new life, Or a bitter wind cutting like a knife. See how the spirals twist in the sand Or wave upon wave on the strand A dead, brown sea that comes alive Blown by the wind. I am the wind playing on the water Scattering waves into foaming spume Turning the brightest day into gloom Or calm on which waves lightly scutter I AM the wind. ----- Perky Words Your perky words what do they suggest Am I to wait here with this question? Or act on it, and perhaps regret later? To forward with my wish that you digest The truth, you have become my one obsession Am I too forward and thus driven you away? Must I admit that my desire is greater? I’m not prepared, unready to take the test To face the entire world, make my confession Do not leave me, do not become bitter! My intent is such that you would bid me stay And in staying seek an answer to our dreams. But reality has hit me with the break of day, And walk away to concentrate on lesser things. ----- Silent Tears My lover is silent when she speaks Her eyes say all telling of her plans. Muted gifts from heavens peaks Her words of love are with her hands. My lover listens with sparkling eyes Which reply to me in volumes Sometimes mouthing her replies Her words of love are with her hands. My lover’s tears are silent gems Seldom now are they sadness cries But happy ones from where love stems My lover listens with sparkling eyes. My lover is silent when she speaks Her words of love are with her hands. ----- Softly, the nights wings settle From my lofty tower on high I can see the whirling, twirling, And the spinning of the stars. I felt the explosion of the day And watched the sun speed Across heaven towards night. Softly, the nights wings settle, Easily settling itself to look down On the patchwork quilts below Softly blending with the lights Into the white scarred blackness That in the day becomes the sea. On the horizon the evening sun Sends out its final reddening rays As if it is welcoming the night And kissing the day farewell. Your kisses like feathers touch me My eyes open and slowly I descend Sadly leaving the tall, grey pillars Highlighted against the evening sky Slowly earthly vision returns The feel of our loving is still upon me My arms are wrapped around you And we are united, still are one. ----- A touch of peace - Alfred Dorn Sonnet See the sunrays flickering through In the soft, silent lush green forest With sprinkling pillars of golden air And insects like smoke invade the view Then disappear like any Will O Wisp Leaving the pool to the morning glare. Lily-pad laden borders fingers spread Blooms tint the pool from white to red. Mist shrouded fern and grass with dew Are silent as night life goes to sleep. The next shift needs takes on a life anew So for a while there is a silence deep And peace reigns here in this bayou As beast and plant this balance keeps.  back to list |
Liz Ruleafter the chain saw . . . . . . . . . . silence the bees silent in their wooden hives – January chill ----- In Memory of Sarah the touch once again of dew on fallen leaves quilting the silence of your ever-sleeping child ----- Silence - Triversen stanzas Silence... trees in winter, dreaming the dream of spring. Silence... a seedling breaks through the crust of earth. Silence... seeking the sound of the sea in a cowrie shell. Silence... the change in pitch as I ponder the ringing in my ears. Silence between the reverberating notes of the cello’s melody. Silence between breaths as we tune to one another. Silence in the space between the two of us, no need for words. Silence in the pause between the beats of your drumming heart. Silence... listening to the night sounds as the world breathes out. Silence... the void between the worlds of dreams and daylight. Silence... oceanic darkness, the moment before birdsong. ----- Silence of the Deep I never dream when I’m asleep But fall into oblivion, Swallowed by a self-created stillness And a velvet-textured blackness. back to list |
John WillowdownA soft blue haze in the undergrowth calling me with the song of its nodding bells. Leave the gleaming mica of the winding ribbon road I enter the emerald gloaming, my eyes adjusting to the diminished light, the pores on my skin opening to drink in the thicker, ancient air. Birds and crickets, silenced by my abrupt intrusion, apparently deem me to be harmless and take up their timeless symphony again. In the bright afternoon outside a lone car passes on the road towards the silver rainbow of the Severn Bridge. Inside this small secluded copse Arthur and his knights quietly sleep, awaiting the time when their blades will be needed again. In an interval when the birds and insects all fall silent once more and even the bluebells cease to ring I imagine I can hear the deep sonorous breathing of dreaming dragons across the estuary in mist-hazed Wales. ----- In the silence In the silence flowers wait, listening for the rain; seeds of corn rest in the earth dreaming of tall grain. I sit and watch the river flow - where does it go? I do not know. Over the hills and far away some other mirror version of me is sitting beneath a chestnut tree, whilst in a nearby valley another subtle self is walking down a furrowed field picking wind-blown apples, wrinkled and red. At the edge of a meadow gleaming with dew a dozen deer graze and sniff the fresh wet air, careful of the softest footfall and the scent of man. When winter comes the deer disappear into the heart of the wood. A White Princess walks the land, singing songs to her absent lover... I saw her once as blizzard winds piled up great drifts of snow against the Hampshire hedgerows and felt her fey, incurious gaze upon me momentarily - but then she had passed, searching, searching the pure white fields, starlings nestled in her hair dreaming perhaps, like me, of summers long past and bright green summers still to come. In summer the fields are full of bees and butterflies; content cows contemplate the philosophies of grass and the fox goes about his clandestine business with impunity. Summer is a drowsy Queen, her belly full of promise. ----- On the Hill of Silence On the Hill of Silence A thousand happy birds chirrup and sing on the Hill of Silence a thousand leaves flutter to the ground a thousand ants crawl at my feet a thousand butterflies flit from flower to flower a thousand bees buzz lazilly; a thousand clouds form and vanish in the everchanging sky a thousand thoughts come and go a thousand worlds are brought into existence and die a thousand beings live and perish behind closed eyes on the Hill of Silence. Beneath the Hill a thousand cities and empires stretch off into the distance beyond a thousand hills and thousands upon thousands of men and women wander their sunlit labyrinthine streets unmindful of silence and peace and the souls eternal retreat; a thousand prisoners are locked away from the sight of day a thousand victims groan beneath the instruments of torture a thousand children die needlessly of hunger, disease and neglect beneath the Hill of Silence. A thousand happy birds chirrup and sing a thousand leaves flutter to the ground a thousand clouds form and pass across unchanging skies; a thousand butterflies flit from blossom to blossom a thousand songs of love and pain drift up to heaven each hour a thousand flowers open their throats to receive the dew and rain; a thousand thoughts come and go a thousand beings live and die behind closed eyes on the Hill of Silence. ----- Silent Cathedrals In silent cathedrals of the mind I watch the birds fly over the rath. Where are they going, beyond the rim of the western sea, to what strange shores and forests unknown to man? In the colourful cathedrals of the mind there are a thousand undiscovered countries. I listen to the great bells chime until their silver echoes fade and blissful silence returns again. Through the windows of the Sun and Moon light illuminates the ancient aisles. I can see for miles and miles. back to list |
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