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A simple cottage On a calm secluded hill: Here contentment dwells. ~ Poetictouch
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May 16
May 16, 2026 at 9:28 AM UTC
A Simple Cottage
Did I do well? No one ever spoke about it. Perhaps others were simply born under radiant stars, sharing their light, shining brilliantly, dimming the fragile vision of a soul reaching for life. Never questioned, never ignored - as though they were born to be adorned. Did I do well? I spoke about it. Perhaps I did. Never the brightest, only living the fullest.
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May 12
May 12, 2026 at 1:33 PM UTC
Undimmed
When I pray, I forget the words, and all I have is “Thank you.” Everything after that is just me trying to sound right. Maybe that was enough.
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May 1
May 1, 2026 at 8:32 AM UTC
After "Thank you"
Success isn’t always about luxuries. It’s about gifting yourself small joys, traveling to the corners of the world you once dreamed of, paying your own bills without hesitation, and living peacefully in a space that feels like home — free from confusion and tension.
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Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 11:45 PM UTC
A Quiet Kind of Success
May life be so full of delight, so deeply satisfied— that the soul never feels the urge for a second life.
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Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 9:34 AM UTC
The One Life
I do not want the key back to the room I locked. The dust can settle there in patterns I no longer trace. Let the garden I did not plant grow wild without my watching, let the path I swept accept the scatter of new leaves. My ship is not tied to that dock, its shape is gone from the horizon's line. The tide I catch now fills a different sail, pulls me toward a deeper, wider blue. I have pressed my palms into this new earth, felt its warmth, its willing yield. Where I am now has asked for roots, and I have given them. The view from here is enough. The sun arrives at a kinder angle. I do not miss the old shadows, or the furniture of my former weather. I am fine where I am. The compass in my chest has stilled, its needle pointing down, simply saying: here.
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Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 5:09 AM UTC
Solid Ground!
Perfection. It doesn’t come with excellence. It comes when we’re satisfied with the little things around us and grateful for everything in life.
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Dec 6, 2025
Dec 6, 2025 at 11:33 PM UTC
Perfect in the Little Things
Contentment isn’t loud. It doesn’t kick the door in. It slips in soft, like the brush of her legs against mine on the couch. No fireworks. No speeches. Just the quiet that feeds a man who’s been hungry too long. It’s the weight of her beside me. The knowing. Undeniable. That I’m loved without asking. Without performing. For a second, the walls crack open. The air gets easy. I don’t have to prove a thing. I can breathe without the armor. She gives me that. The courage to let go. Even if it’s only for a moment. Even if the walls creep back up when the night turns thin. I won’t build a castle. I don’t need one. The couch is enough. A few more minutes. A little longer before the world claws its way in. That’s the gift. A quiet place to land. And when the walls rise again, I’ll still know where home is. Right there. With her.
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Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 8:09 PM UTC
She
Contentment and contention, met me where I was musing using confidence in certain adages, regarding peace in plentitude, measured for worth, homeostasis, wise home, home, at last, the idea, achieved. Bleibe doch, this is Earth, I can make it here. And, having made it, I have it made, waiting is grokking a rock, feeling earthy, ****** otherwise content as content can seem, solidstate amenable. Two minds met with opposing force, for right, in a chirally complex differential power train, left real historic human revolution ringing shame and blame, who uses the gold, who uses the lead? Settle with me for a measure, what I have I spend, it's only time, I hear, and I am wasting it being me, happy enough to share haps on occasion, we meet, my contentment entity and my uncontented wish pit, where all our selfish prayers rest, at best, all folded up, and safe as wool in cedar, to be put to use in Heaven, boy, won't we have ourselves some fun, you betcha. Son of mankind, inclined to bet one does have some worth to God, some worldly worth to life itself, to truth, per se, free from fear of death, born again, given a measure of faith, as the only evidence bearing witness, good trees fructify while perfectly content, good enough as the pecans all fall on the same day, as the katydids crawl out the same night, as the clouds that warn of hurricanes appear we can rest assured, we see with ***** Crosby, the best mind state, blind, faith, the substance of things hoped for, such as days with nothing needing doing, days aside realizing peace is possibly easiest best contest in terms of contention with discontents who have a legitimate cry before the judge of the world, we who measure degrees of good or bad, by how well we work as we use a measure granted generally for nothing, we balance this and that with the beam in our own eye, indeed, to accept great gain, as that which is plenty enough to share, half is better than none, as is some peace, on a Saturday in November, anywhere, better than none.
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Nov 8, 2025
Nov 8, 2025 at 3:40 PM UTC
Great Gain, good enough, ratio
Contentment and contention, met me where I was musing using confidence in certain adages, regarding peace in plentitude, measured for worth, homeostasis, wise home, home, at last, the idea, achieved. Bleibe doch, this is Earth, I can make it here. And, having made it, I have it made, waiting is grokking a rock, feeling earthy, ****** otherwise content as content can seem, solidstate amenable. Two minds met with opposing force, for right, in a chirally complex differential power train, left real historic human revolution ringing shame and blame, who uses the gold, who uses the lead? Settle with me for a measure, what I have I spend, it's only time, I hear, and I am wasting it being me, happy enough to share haps on occasion, we meet, my contentment entity and my uncontented wish pit, where all our selfish prayers rest, at best, all folded up, and safe as wool in cedar, to be put to use in Heaven, boy, won't we have ourselves some fun, you betcha. Son of mankind, inclined to bet one does have some worth to God, some worldly worth to life itself, to truth, per se, free from fear of death, born again, given a measure of faith, as the only evidence bearing witness, good trees fructify while perfectly content, good enough as the pecans all fall on the same day, as the katydids crawl out the same night, as the clouds that warn of hurricanes appear we can rest assured, we see with ***** Crosby, the best mind state, blind, faith, the substance of things hoped for, such as days with nothing needing doing, days aside realizing peace is possibly easiest best contest in terms of contention with discontents who have a legitimate cry before the judge of the world, we who measure degrees of good or bad, by how well we work as we use a measure granted generally for nothing, we balance this and that with the beam in our own eye, indeed, to accept great gain, as that which is plenty enough to share, half is better than none, as is some peace, on a Saturday in November, anywhere, better than none.
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i have this dream of having a garden a big strawberry garden alone in a modern cozy cabin with my three cats -- black, orange, and a mix of every color wind breeze blowing inside my big windows mesh pale white curtains dancing ducks are swimming gracefully in the pond the ding of the oven, smelling the freshly baked cinnamon bread jazz music playing, wine glass in my hand silk night gown touching my soft skin swaying through the rhythm nonchalantly breathing in clean vanilla perfume as i've said, i have this dream of having a garden a big strawberry garden alone in a modern cozy cabin i'm still dreaming...
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Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 5:20 PM UTC
still dreaming that dream
There is a certain quiet serenity, like a lake of deep tranquillity, a beautiful moment of reflection as I gaze into calm waters. As the sweet birdsong lulls my woes to sleep, lifting my spirits high giving way to my contented sigh. Silencing all ambiguity,   as it brings forth certainty that this perfect peace   should outlast time itself. ©️Lizzie Bevis
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Aug 20, 2025
Aug 20, 2025 at 5:30 PM UTC
Finding Peace
Ordinary people are wonderful— in that lies their glory. Peace is a treasure that money cannot buy.
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Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 8:59 AM UTC
Ordinary
The other day, my friend told me he was doing a master’s degree. I told him I’d left my job and was living a quieter life. He was happy for me. I was happy for him. I thought: I wish I were doing a master’s. He thought: I wish I had a quiet life.
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Aug 28, 2025
Aug 28, 2025 at 6:49 AM UTC
Do You Want to Live My Life?
I don’t aspire to high ranks My humble little life already so worn is far too good to trade for any gold that comes from hell or any weapon that comes from heaven None of it is worth it if my heart holds nothing I hope my journey lasts many more miles of road My verses—though not quite country songs— bring calm to my breath
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Aug 11, 2025
Aug 11, 2025 at 11:48 AM UTC
Contentment
Where rest is set and peace is sown, The sunrise and dawn are mine alone. A covenant forged—just God and me, My church stands high, stone-built and free. Upon a mountain, firm and wide, An orchard blooms on every side. Each ration blessed by Heaven’s hand, Planted with care, by love unmanned. What more creed does one require? Contentment douses all desire. The richest soul is he who needs No more than what the spirit feeds. I sing my song with head held high, No shame, no sorrow, no goodbye. My wine is sweet, and purely mine, Pressed in stillness, aged in time. In solitude, I find the way The questions gone, the answers stay. I’m priest and penitent in one, My absolution, self-begun. So thank You, God, for this great gift: The sacred silence, the spirit’s lift. Solitude and I walk blind Together lost, yet not to be found.
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Jul 28, 2025
Jul 28, 2025 at 6:18 PM UTC
My Church
Love will always be gone, But never for very long. In that way, It's a lot like happiness. In that way, It is akin to contentment. It's just difficult finding it. Sometimes, it's difficult maintaining it. In that way, It is akin to happiness. In that way, It's a lot like contentment. For love is everywhere, Even if it goes nowhere.
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Apr 19, 2025
Apr 19, 2025 at 12:25 AM UTC
In All Those Different Ways
I soak up rays of warmth from the sun as it covers my limbs like a blanket. I am calm, content, and curious. My curiosity is unbridled, and my creativity is bolstered by the satisfaction I feel. I wish to grow and reach new heights. This freedom comes from the sun, as my leaves photosynthesize its warmth into energy. My stem reaches taller, and new leaves unfurl. I create a new version of myself with every sunny day.
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Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 8:36 PM UTC
78/11 "Monstera"
Violence is never the answer, But the implication of that quote Is that violence is an answer Even if it isn't ever optimal. As someone once deaf, And because of it once mute, Such a quiet but thoughtful demeanor Usually stirs one from their bitter attitude. The slumber of anger, Like that of sadness; The tiredness is a dear friend, The emptiness of them. In that absence of contentment Missing too is common sense. The confusion of all emotions, Their transient nature and overlap. The first thoughts in the morning, Filled with tension and anxious, Mirror those like at night; The nest of pests parasitic. Anger, like sadness, is too broad. Am I enraged by indignation? Am I grieving from someone gone? They have their places. But violence is never an answer. Peace, no matter what, Is ever hardly secured Even if it is always optimal.
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Jan 30, 2025
Jan 30, 2025 at 11:24 AM UTC
A Voluntary Silence
All the little ponies Are standing on the hill Gaze out across the valley Wild mustang regal and wear Asks smallest pony to himself Why magestic am I nere? No wings to glide along the clouds Refused legs lean and long? Nor was I gifted and bestowed sprouted horn upon my crown Then jumps nearby a frog to he and startles neigh a-fright Upon which he did rear and stomp Squashing frog among the leaves And pony never asked again For perspective gained release.
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Dec 26, 2024
Dec 26, 2024 at 7:42 AM UTC
The smallest pony
ISOLATION from others is When you are all ALONE, In your OWN PRIVATE PLACE, Your INNER PEACE IS SHOWN!! A CALMNESS of HAPPINESS when you are at your OWN PEACE, COMFORT and CONTENTMENT, and when FRUSTRATIONS CEASE!! A Feeling of SERENITY, The STATE of TRANQUILITY, FELICITY, of BALANCE and also STABILITY!!! A sense of PEACEFULNESS, WELL-BEING and BLISS, You are at your own PEACE, A Feeling of RESTFULNESS!!! B.R. Date: 12/2/2023
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Sep 12, 2024
Sep 12, 2024 at 3:22 PM UTC
At your own Peace!!!
Just be merry because the sun is shining just for you Just be merry because the moon is sending love to you Just be merry because the wind is lending breath to you Just be merry because the water is quenching you Just be merry because the fire is sending its warmth to you Just be merry because the earth is endowing you with a home Just be merry because the space is just letting you be Feels grounding.
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Aug 23, 2024
Aug 23, 2024 at 1:25 AM UTC
Cosmic Love