#respite
Those so demeaned creatures,
the other white meat, Porky and that one,
from Charlotte's web, Some Pig, that one,
blue ribbon from the fair in old time farm times,
as we had ourselves, once, and then again, a time,
to just take what we wanted, for once, take it all, just
beware the hidden truth in commands from scruples,
adjusted fecklessness, pangs of con-scientious-ness, slowing
social truths less dull edge, as sharper at this point, than fear,
sharper at this instance in this state of consciously sharing mind
as wares, soft expandable each stretchy images spat inadvertently
to spell spiritual volunteers blinking thinking we ought at least try,
just once, as a we of me and thee, thinking peace is positioned whying
out loud, yes, we know better, but how loudly do we laugh, clowns cry,
that's what the circus is for, but we who believe run the show, you know.
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 6:39 PM UTC
Repose in the space between heartbeats
Reflect the past folds gently into now
Reminisce and let memory breathe
Respite your troubled mind
Rest your weary soul
Refrain from hustle
Retreat to silence
Refuse to adhere
Resist the hurry
Relax in peace
Restoration
Resolve
Rest
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 12:02 AM UTC
I get so nervous when I love something
And I put it down
And I leave it
Thinking that I must be leaving for good
Instead of merely
enjoying something else
I worry that I will never have anything forever
And I wonder
If that is why I love things so deeply
When I have them
I love them so hard
I tear them apart
So they don't do it to me first
But they do
We do
We tear each other apart
So yes
I leave them after
With regret and remorseful
But satisfied
But if it's special enough
I find myself back at it's door
Knocking
Hat in hand
Wondering if it's been worried I
Also wouldn't return
I worry when it opens the door
They will slam it
Before I can say I am sorry I left
And how much I missed it
I worry I am the only one
Who thinks about the death of love
While in the middle of it
But it does too
It always does too
And in my fear
Its so loud that
I can never hear
It whispering to me
I'll miss you
And I'll see you when you get back
May 8, 2025
May 8, 2025 at 8:46 PM UTC
Music is a momentary salvation
Through the ailings we suffer.
A thin buffer,
Between the painful past and
Future troubles.
May 15, 2024
May 15, 2024 at 1:03 PM UTC
Tonight is a Terrible, Silent Respite
From The Cruel, Cruel March.
The Brilliance of Sunlight's Beauty
Begins to Scar With Cracks of Dark .
The Echoes Of The Universe
Are Few And Far Apart,
And In This Of All My Treasured Moments,
I Wonder Where You Are?
The Pillars And Foundations Sometimes Fall
From So Many Things That Were Beautiful
And Tears I Weep As Light Escapes,
Kneeling Before The Fireplace,
To The Flames, Whose Soul Burns to Embrace
The Many Broken Parts Of Me,
That Can No Longer Be Replaced.
Jul 11, 2021
Jul 11, 2021 at 10:20 AM UTC
My heart is soft today
Thinking of the suffering
Of all those who are near
And those who are far
The known and unknown
Living beings everywhere
in pain - in their body and mind
Deep within in their souls
in any kind of tears
fears, trauma, heartache
I raise my eyes to heaven
Pray for light to surround them
The fragrance of love
Succor, consolation, respite
Now and forever more
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 11:49 PM UTC
the last word falls
like a mountain on a dove
a shadow on a child
a bullet through a rose
and no-one knows
quill rests between cold fingers
the ink
is dry
Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 5:20 PM UTC
Elapsing into cognitive repercussions,
a thought never one to fade.
Always an afterimage
burnt on to the psyche
of delicate dewdrops clinging.
Within a consciousness
that never evaporates
just lingers in a reflection of it hanging
Like its waiting to suffocate
but the breath of reality
gives it respite.
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 4:29 PM UTC
long ago
we lay quietly in the aftermath
of an exhaustive period of rage
the eye
of this terrible storm
rendering a peaceful moment
'don't ever leave me'
you said
in such a pitiful whisper
that I almost believed you
such a haunting, calming plea
that I knew at that moment
I'd never forget this night
even if it be our last
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 7:27 PM UTC
I’d like to run…
Away from the madding crowd
Where I feel trapped and alone
In a world full of people.
I’d like to escape, if only for a while,
From where I feel like a stranger
In a world that I used to belong,
That used to feel my home.
I’d like to go to a distant place
Where I could be alone,
Even for just a moment,
That even my thoughts could not find me.
I am a strong woman,
But I am exhausted.
I’m tired of fixing
Everything that is broken.
Giving everything to everyone
Until nothing is left for me.
I’m tired of giving love
But not getting love back in return.
I’m tired of being kind
To people who are ungrateful.
I am tired,
But I am not giving up.
I just need a place of respite
To heal my aching body,
Restore my soul,
Recharge my spirit.
Loving can be exhausting,
But loving is what keeps me going.
I’m going away from the madding crowd
To find myself from where I thought I’ve lost it.
©Penchie Limbo
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 10:47 PM UTC
The beast mortified inside
Breast aflame about to burn
Inside he dies
Where the black flower
Blooms into anew
He will seek respite
For past sins
Old grievances
Poured into a summer blue
His *** meaningless
Spite cracks the whip
Plurality the dinner knife
Sanitation foresaw
Without the forceps
Boarding on a foregone conclusion
The spring mattress
Made broken
No time for resale
His' cage, not a solitude
Words obtuse and unabused
Love is his knight
Shining and gleaming
Scornful without hate
Shameful but sane
His burden
The heart
Colliding with the bar
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 12:19 AM UTC
Each day as our trials wash o'er us
We glean the comfort He gives
We yearn for respite from mourning
For His promise
of songs in the night.
8.9.2017
cynthia jean poems
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 12:21 PM UTC
"Just five minutes more" is the cry.
Playtime has been interrupted by the familiar "hurry up."
Vocabulary common to every parent:
"You've had ten more already. Time to get out."
Why do they insist? My needs never win the battle.
Why is my fun spoilt with this never ending list of demands?
"Oh, it's not fair" is yelled in anguish and responded to by further rebuke.
The severity of consequence based on their ambiguous countdown is increasing;
a thread of the "Thinking Spot" will no doubt soon follow.
A few grumbles are followed by silent protest,
albeit underpinned with a threat of childish tantrum.
It's time for the family meal and this standoff has but one resolution.
Isolated relaxation time is over.
The timetable of the young child at the door demands no less;
the parent must vacate their ten minute bath.
Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 1:40 PM UTC
in summer, soft
in lights dying, this still pool...
here rest my heart
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 9:55 AM UTC
Shallow trenches flooded with ink,
paths worn in paper,
pull me from the brink.
Background chatter and grey noise fills our head,
ten minutes a day respite,
or I'll end up dead.
Static rain ice cold on my skin,
but it's dry at twilight,
in the ghost town within.
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 11:47 AM UTC
Brass enlightenment . . .
All the pub droning hoppy,
. . . India IPA.
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 6:50 PM UTC
In the blank pages
Where my feelings flow freely
Once suppressed within my heart
The ink overflows with emotions
Across the white canvas
Where the nomadic mind gets respite
From constant supervision of the world
The blank pages offer a tranquil retreat
Healing the soul of all travails
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 2:49 PM UTC
Gushing stream
The hot water cleanses
My body of its imperfections
My mind of its worries
Instead filling me up
With voices from the make-believe
Allowing for just
A moment of respite
It may not last long
But here in the rush
I cannot feel anything
Or hear anything
But the water and me
I am alone
Perfectly alone
I am happy here.
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 1:33 PM UTC
You are sweet to me
But I know how you can be
Yet I will not stop this or complain
Because I need a friend
Who won't judge me on my pain
A friend who makes me feel
Warmth and some self-worth
You make me smile
And forget about him
For a while.
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 1:29 PM UTC
You were totally something else. Like a calm respite overcoming an instance of excitement. Magic and other prime words that can dictate the inarticulate adjectives that was this afternoon. Happiness and pleasure. A coexistence. To coexist. Soy.
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 12:36 PM UTC
A block in my heart angers my hand.
I cannot write, I cannot write!
I fear i'll find no respite tonight.
All of my letters melt into sand.
They are a black hole: everything and nothing.
We are but star dust the Sun sheds off his skin.
We struggle through our lives fighting our original sin.
I cannot write, I cannot write.
I know i'll find no respite tonight.
My words are everything and nothing.
Mar 28, 2012
Mar 28, 2012 at 5:21 PM UTC