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Raquel Butler Jun 2016
The sunday quiet eases my mind,
a welcome vacancy of thought spirals.
In the distance a soft tune plays,
music spins in and out of my space.
It fills my limbs from head to toe
spouting from my lips, my eyes, my-
my music spins me into a daze
and trance unlike a hypnotic phase.
The sun beams high from its sunday spot,
the clouds are fluffy, light, and white.
And as the music blooms to peak,
the lapping blue envelopes my cheeks.
I float in absence of the my weight,
absolute serenity claims a stay.
Its clear blue sheen brings peace to mind,
like I could drown here and still not die.
Its weightlessness drenches my hair,
yet when i shift into the air,
the weight is heavier so much there.
I intake life and fall to the floor,
the most abnormal experiences
are felt under this blue shore.
My body trembles as reality shakes,
my breathe is leaving,
to the surface or to a calmer place?
A disturbance by the door I hear,
gentle giggles of my sisters near,
I gasp for air as the bubbles explode,
This sunday warmth is toxic yet not loathed.
the innocent testing of my breathe holding abilities + sundaze
Julie Grenness May 2016
Full steam ahead, at last,
No journey into the past,
Solar flares with clues
To our lives, nothing to do with you,
Full steam ahead, Oh no,
More like steady as she goes,
On track for peaceful days,
Serene golden years is the way....
Feedback welcome.
Leila Valencia Apr 2016
I remember when the air breathed  easily,
or, rather, a great air breathed one in.
I remember floating
I remember dreaming on a cloud that I believed reach the heavens, like the natural tower of the Taj Mahal
Dreaming
Ram B Dec 2015
Soft heavenly music flows through the night
peaceful and calm
spirit sparks with glorious delight
unspeakable words pierce the heart
opens up joy
intense and pure
beautiful soul evokes holiness
slowly, softly declines
but the warmth remains
and the smile sustains.
Charlotte Huston Dec 2015
Way
The WAY I read thy letter is this -
With a locked iron door,
Chains off my wrist,
Laid on the chamber floor.

And then I am Serene,
To counteract a knock -
Never to be seen,
Never to pick the lock.

My eyes drift to the wall,
Upon the glooming clock,
For when I hear a call -
My love ship must dock.

Here in Serene I shall rot,
To the delights you know!
And sob for lack of Heaven - but not
The Heaven thou bestow.
Emm Oct 2015
Blanket me, o night,
Cover me with your soothing cool breeze,
Embrace me with your serene darkness

When all the world is at its quietest,
Take all my worries and replace them with dreams
Cradle me with your tranquility
Let me float in nothingness until the golden sun gentle touch

Blanket me, o night,
You who understands me most
We who understand each other in quietude
Amy Perry Oct 2015
The sultry subtlety of bird-song;
The beating of Nature's gong;
The ambiance of nothing-gone-wrong. . .
Peace does exist where
birds belong.
abp
RW Dennen Sep 2015
Soft sweet meadow
radiating its breath of life;
sounding its serenity
in echoes of the mind's eye

Living in this flat land
lay plush
in wild, multicolored-flowery-pockets in greenery
blankets "Sweet Meadow"  with fresh quickened
fragrance

And by our bedroom window
with a summer night's soft evening breeze
mellow cheeeping can be heard from way way down below
seemingly luring us to...

.. "OPEN WIDER THE WINDOW...
              ...AND LISTEN!!
Chant dear chorus
as violinist in "Cricket Suits"
join this cantor
that swings with rhythm
with wheezing sounding bugs, AH HUMMING!!
and an intermission of
Cha  Cheep,  Cha  Cheep
that breaks the nocturnal entomological singing
with ephemeral intermissions

Be bewitched by brillance as
tunes fly and z i n g
their little
whistle
songs so sweet a talent
unseen
little bugs sweetly sing
their little
tale of talent
in "Soft Sweet Meadow"

Comforted by vibrating frequencies
the air is electrical clasping
our good-inner child
as this meadow
unfolds its truth
being beneficial
to us all

We journey not too far
for this field draws us
to its delightful *****
We irresistibly suckle on its daytime scenic eye-filling foliage
later eliciting dreams made of peaceful slumber

Cha Cheep,  Cha Cheep and good night...
OH YEAH, THE HYPNOTIC AND RHYTHMIC SWAY OF NATURE
brandon nagley Sep 2015
As I walked in sickly step's
Down to the brown mucky;
Maumee river today

I asked for God's healing
Mentally, spiritually, physically, emotionally;
As Indian style I sat and prayed

I looked up skyward
And saw the cumulus quietly sit;
I didst not careth for the ghost's in the wood's, watching all this

After I prayed, looking through the oak beam's of that porch
The light from the glowing sun danced the water;
Making figure's of Angel's reflecting holy silhouette Spark's

I went into a trance, as I dazed staring at these sight's
Tear's fell from mine face, as I felt Christ's mercy this night;
I don't deserve his grace, I thought to self, then I saweth mine help

I seeith thing's I needeth to change, a deeper insight
As love penetrated mine spirit, I felt Yahweh's strong invite;
As tis, the other image i hath seen, was mine savior, on the river

Walking..............



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
This is a real story just happened a bit ago.. I've been sick lately and dealing with alot... So went down to a porch overlooking river behind mine apartments.. I prayed to God asked him for his comfort and peace, and renewing mineself to God... As I was staring at the water... I saw images .. As sometimes Christ/God can give you visions or images and you don't even realize it's happening... After tears were coming from mine eyes asking for Christ and his father gods help with health and all things... I stared at the water... As the sun was over the island across from the river that's below the porch.. And the sunlight hit the water perfectly.. And the waves made the light streaks from the sun on the water sway and move.. It looked like many angels you could see the wings of light and bodies.. And bodies swaying next to another back and forth with angels it looked like with wings... and far to the left... Looked more like a man.. Like Christ as his image on the water looked as if he was walking the way the river moved down stream giving me this image... Saw this right after I prayed... It was soo beautiful as I looked to the sky and said( is this your sign to me God)just staring at the lights that looked like angels, and the other figure that looked like Christ.. All made by the sun and river. Though do know God was showing me a little piece of himself and his angels... Saying he is here.. For me.. As I've had more than plenty of angels protect me I do know.. I do know I should be dead and I'm not... I thank God so much for that... Enjoy writing.. As I'm soo blessed for all gods brought to me good wonderful people on hellopoetry who actually help heal me.. And mine queen earl Jane nagley! I'm soo blessed...
Karishma Chokshi Aug 2015
So serene, so blissful…
So pacific, so liberating…
The only sounds that drench my ear-
The drops of rain,
The gush of the wind,
The flow of the river,
And, the sound of me, breathing.
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