Deep Poetry

Be still Be calm Shut out reality Let the cleansing waters of meditation lull your mind Be still Be patient Breathe in goodness Exhale all the sadness Embedded in your pores Be still Be quiet Drown out the voices Expell the harshness and cruelty of the tongue Be still Be healed Embrace the warmth of the sun on your skin Be still Be you Empower your soul with the peace that solitude brings Sign in to see full entry.

Here in this darkened room Everything is a wonder No walls, no ground, no roof Just hands, a pen and a paper The idea is to bloom, When all words join together Lifts me up to the blue moon A kind of “self-chase matter” I’m gonna cry very soon For my soul can’t take this pressure Tears will be shaped by the mood Then all things will be clearer Sign in to see full entry.

The heart of a city is sick and blue. Its streets are stricken with arrythmia too. The beats are uneven from lack of grass. Its grates on cement walks seep out gas. The high rise scrapers hide the sun and its bleeding heart is on the run. But it can't escape. The smog's too thick. It's falling apart brick by brick. The heart of a city is being squeezed and it cries aloud for it can't be eased. Sign in to see full entry.

I could sense the imminent airy spirit when your lips came close to me literally engulfing me and putting me ablaze I never thought that epiphanic moment could encroach upon my illusion. Sign in to see full entry.

In the beginning it was never questioned, what it was, it seemed harmless enough. This thing of thinking in words, this self talk of the mind, a discipline which is tough. Mind ranging all over society for that matter all over the land. Australia with its diverse multiculturalism and ethnic diversity to understand. The mind and the words, never ending words, mind ranging all day. Nothing is like this mind self talk with its agility, speed, its abstraction to play. Flying around inside ones head... Sign in to see full entry.

Some days seem short, some days seem long, Some days don't want to end... Then we feel weak instead of strong, No longer to pretend. A sudden yawn, a droopy head, Then heavy eyelids prove It's time for us to go to bed, While we've got strength to move! So up the stairs we plod once more, A second yawn to share, Perhaps to kneel upon the floor To offer God a prayer... Then all at once, the lights go out And forty winks begin Beneath the blankets all about, Wrapped tight to keep us in... I need my... Sign in to see full entry.

What is a Friend? Some one to offer hanky when teardrops fall Someone to shout at you when you don't think at all. I wasn't so blest to have friends who would offer me hanky when a tear falls to tell me consolation when I am down, to pull me up when I am about to drown. Who is a friend? I don't know well. My mother told me once, “You don't know how to find good friends.” That has bothered me since. I really wondered if it was true, that I won't be endowed with a friend so true. Where can we find... Sign in to see full entry.

I don't trust you now. I have to talk about it. But I don't know how Because I am still so weak. I must forget your eyes And I must shut the door. I'm ready to pay this price Doesn't scare me any more. Don't you hear my soul screams Every night and every day? How coud you break all my dreams? You gave no chance to stay. Now you have much time To think about my life. But you don't want to try And it makes me cry. My angel couldn't save my soul And I lost myself. I know it's my own fault That my... Sign in to see full entry.

People say love enlivens the world can get you in heaven can breathe life into your decaying body I listened I was easily taught was made a dream walker I started believing I could teach love spread love market love My pet was the first target-the dog dying and screaming asking for help I approached taught him love within minutes It died Its pubs too I learned love was infectious made to be infectious. Sign in to see full entry.

A pity few rays left, the sun went dim; Air in a nest, in an abandoned house, grew grim. She knew no reasons of his delay; confused then ever, in silence deadly she lay. Defeated by a comrade or made to a human stew; a malignant fate favoured hir return a chances few. Of the toil it took to build the nest an early spring; the dream to stay one, now lost, did tears bring. Never to return was his cursed flight, basic; Time fragmented, a splint with the nest lay static. A solitary nest & a... Sign in to see full entry.