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Poem: Serenity – 14/10/21
Serenity is all around,
waiting to be discovered,
happened upon, found,
mesmerising is the state
when I reach it,
enveloping me
as of late.
The beauty and wonder
are present within me,
I glance within,
watch my being flower,
I’ve not known this
peace before,
what an ultimate surrender.
Envisioning now what it
means to be at ease,
truest feelings
like calm breeze
between hovering leaves,
and admirable,
amazing too, it is
to finally see
that which was told to me,
serenity – I’ll be.
No longer on edge,
anger of yesteryears,
this past is history
even if there’s trepidation ahead,
I’m feeling no fear
because I am at peace,
wonderful sensation,
relaxation, a bubble as
wide as my outstretched arms,
precious heartbeats
dictating this life
of which I am now sure.
I am living in wonder
and knowing real happiness,
this warbling feeling within,
in my chest –
oh, how I am blessed,
I have nothing to yearn for,
precious gratitude do I express,
I am thankful,
in my solitude, in company,
I have had this joy expressed
by close others,
now I’m experiencing it,
and here can I rest.
(10/10/21)
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Poem: Her Sorcery – 13/08/21
Haunted are her eyes
above a winsome smile,
wistful character is she,
hoping for more
in a while.
Fallen by the wayside,
all her trickery,
her witchery,
her cosmetics,
her haberdashery.
By goodness what is told
beneath those furrowed brows?
Heavy times envisaged,
poignant moments told,
she loves to flicker
her eyes from the
land to the sea,
a calming peacefulness
takes over she.
Without her layers,
which peeled away
one by one,
she’s naked as the babe
she entered the world as,
all magic spells come undone,
without the falsity
of rare moments of rage,
she no longer finds herself
or others
disharmoniously caged.
For their prison was this –
requirements to abide by society,
she just wants to flow now,
rippling waves,
breathe, gasp freely,
ride the swells of less commotion,
battle away prior despair,
no longer a ‘witch’ but a
fair haired innocent maiden…
What was wrong with her sorcery?
She’d not ever know,
only condemned for being
different,
not lining up in
conforming rows,
her magic is what
she held pride in,
what made her so proud,
shriek and cackle
she wishes now,
to elaborate aloud.
They have changed her,
made her ‘pure’,
sootiness cast away,
undo, undo,
bring back the smudges,
the unsightly smears,
her darkness is, was, forthcoming,
can you feel it, dears?
There’s so much she has to say,
watch as the pretences fall away.
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Poem: Awakening – 06/07/21
As I head down to the water,
bubbles grin into view,
rising from the depths,
anew, anew.
Cleansed by riverbed,
answers provided
not misled,
I’ve recreated that world
for me,
from misery,
now hope and prosperity.
But what mostly
flows through me
is this sense of presence,
created from an inner state
of worldly majesty,
goodness,
and a state of wondrousness.I’m appreciative of
Life’s gifts,
so beautiful,
blessed be,
even loose rocks
from riverbeds
tell ancient textural stories
so deep.
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Poem: Bouncing Back to Clarity – 25/05/21
Bouncing back to clarity,
what’s right and honest for me,
unselfishly considering myself,
what works for my life,
not putting myself behind others,
not lingering in potential
or future strife.
To feel connectedness to others,
the warmth of electric energy,
be careful of some connections,
electrifying can become
dangerous indeed.
Set some boundaries,
don’t allow any to
overstep the line,
it’s what I am
comfortable with,
can’t allow anxiety to
grow with time.
Don’t allow others to meld,
view situations for
what they are,
transparency is important
to maintain,
even from afar.
And knowing, being aware
of the next step there is
to take,
perhaps there will
be loss,
maybe it’s required
for Heaven’s sake,
perhaps the road here
has come to an end,
now for a detour,
only so many times words can be
retracted or unmeant.
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Poem: At Peace – 25/04/21
I sit,
and I am at peace with myself.
My wants, my necessities, checked in at the door.
I am stronger internally, than ever before.
All I took was to shed some skin, and take in the light,
the light from an orb.
I harness that energy,
to be exuberant,
there’s nothing to waste,
butterflies, butterflies,
my kind and theirs,
their presence is an absolute,
perfect, intense.
Open doors and dangerous paths,
beckon to me,
sing to me,
come thick,
come sure,
come fast,
but I know better than to play
in the land of Inbetween,
where imagination doth soar,
and reality is but a dream.
Should I really reside in the real world?
I then ask myself.
My time upon this earth is gathering dust, dust motes,
but if this were worth a try, would I become lesser,
insignificant?
This and that is sheer nonsense.
Dreams deemed as nonsense but without them,
how would we fly?
Strength in numbers,
strength in the heart,
a chakra’s green surrounds my aura that shines forth,
its steady pulsating I own as mine,
those robust heartstrings are taut,
they are as much as yours, as much as mine,
fly butterfly, fly,
you live, you’ll live,
for but a short and splendid time.
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Poem: Rested Mind – 10/02/21
We went through isolation,Â
lockdown for many months,Â
we craved human interaction,Â
now I treasure tranquillity for myself.Â
Being stuck between four walls
had caused me much distress,Â
now I enjoy the hush of it —Â
instrumental to my peace,
the meditative nature of my success.Â
It’s not that I don’t treasure
time spent with family and friends,Â
it’s not that I’m not grateful
that many restrictions were able to end.Â
However, I’ve learned to accept and appreciate
time alone, by myself,
quietness I’d never yearned to find,Â
a busy calendar?
No, a rested, calmed body, life, and mind in themselves.
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Poem: An Awakening – 21/09/20
The ambient music is comforting,
soothing unto my soul,
it makes me rise along with it,
and when the melody sinks with satisfaction,
my heartbeat ebbs,
it flows.I relish these special times I have
to appreciate the music in my abode,
where I am left quietly,
contemplatively,
to myself.No noisy interruptions,
no untoward commotions,
just me and my heart beating,
eyes brightened,
with joy, oh, such joy.I’ve never felt so serene,
and I’m doing this simply as I please,
I am at ease,
I am relaxed,
it’s so nice to not feel the agitation and anger,
disquieting at that.The internal cacophonies have finally ceased,
there are no danger zones left for me
to navigate, even if I pleased,
for inside, I am calm,
it has taken me so long,
to come to terms with the
noisiness that was hurting
my soul.Why was I unsettled?
Why such internal rage and anger?
The self-hatred,
the lashing out at others,
feeling dissatisfaction with my life:
it seemed a permanent fixture.But now, now,
I feel both motivated and at peace,
at finally truly making something of myself,
my life,
the times I ardently strove for success had seemed
so far in the past
that replication never seemed something I could dream of,
reach for,
or could personally seek.Now, now,
I am stronger,
and I feel the serenity sink into my muscles,
into my bones,
and make itself at home,
I am finally at peace,
and there is no need to feel anything less
than – within my skin –
perfectly at home.
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