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LaSandra Akesson Jul 2015
(dedicated to families, who are grieving)

"When a family member dies, a heavenly star is risen."

"It's not a neighbor or a friend, but bloodline we'll be missing."

"God sent you into the world, to be loved and to be cherished."

"That's why warm memories of you will never ever be perished."

"A brighter star shines down on us, it twinkles in our teary eyes."

"A moon beam glistens softly, while the shooting star flies by."

"All to let us know, they are still with us now and always will be."

"Just close your eyes, smile inside, and recapture your fondest memory."

"If they could dry your tears long distance, they absolutely would."

"But for now, weeping is soothing, necessary and calming, as it should."

"Think past this moment loved ones, into a tomorrow."

"May God hold you close and dearly, gradually removing all your sorrow."
Grief Sorrow Deaf Loved Ones Mourning Sadness Dispair
cypress Apr 2015
Chocolate eyes pair with your brunette hair
your gentle but firm grip on my hand,
fingers lightly tracing circles in the spaces between my knuckles,
How can you feel so warm?

Your touch lifts dead weight in my center;
I feel light and airless
Your warm and enveloping scent
Comforts me,
Calms me,
makes me feel like nothing is wrong in the world.

Your voice is so deep but high
slightly groggy and dark
What would it sound like if I woke up next to you?
I could listen to you talk for hours my dear,
a soothing voice among this sea of shrills.
you guessed it
i gots me a cute boy
also its slightly unfinished but i like where it ends so
Jen McGregor Mar 2014
Cold coffee.
Brown.
But brown isn’t really
Cold coffee.
Tepid and minor,
White sliver swirls
Slowly caressing the
Milky hazelnut brew
Concocted for the witch
Or woman
At table 8.

A quarter cup left
Of the 12oz pleasure portal
Or just a hit or fix
Hot beating heart shaker
Soothing, steaming, black
Cream laden
Laced with sweet hints
Of bitterness.
Cocoa. She can detect.
Cooled by the hands
Of the clock
Ticking
As I burn my finger
At 12:02pm.

An onward we go.
Pulsating in time
Moving with fervor
Motion intoxicating
Spinning gently
To the rhythm
Of a to-do list
Never ending.

Burnt mahogany softened
With pale pastel
Honey Cream.

Cold coffee
In a cheap white mug
Written in 2012.
Jon York Nov 2018
I want to feel your breath
in a slow but speeding
up rhythm as I enter your
body, filling you with my
love.

I want to feel your skin and
the goosebumps on it as you
are reaching that peak of
pleasure and I feel the final  
movements of your your
body under mine which is
almost still.

I want to hold your hand as
you squeeze mine when you
are absolutely satisfied
because your body has told
you so.

I want to see you smile when
you, worn out from making
love to me are being carried
to the shower by me where...

the warmth will sooth us back
to life, warming me like sunlight
and soothing you like rain and
burning  us both with passion
and stealing away the pain.

                                                          ­                    Jon York   2018
EP Robles Mar 2023
What spirit imbues that flesh! A love like that of a mother's best,
with twinkling eyes and a heart of gold, that mystical flair that balances dew upon the soothing green blade, touching your father's heart too!

And you tend to good deeds that love and life bequeath to all,
a fiery and tender twinkle that brings joyous tears to your father's eyes, with the moon and bird-songs following you forevermore!

Your lovely grace in turmoil will make his heart always beat for you,
the world and all its gifts of gold and position are not as valuable
as that tender spot where angels dance, the room where I first met you.

That spot must have the best cot that shall forever remain my home,
you are a fair bloom of sweet beauty, fairer than roses bringing the bright noon-day, more valuable than grass, rain, or the cold kiss of a winter's night, because it's what's inside of you, not your fur or appearance, that's dear, it's the bloom that comes from the heart, and that's what I keep.

What soft breaths of wind, what autumn songs from the skies that day, and what beauty was not lost, comes from the cleft of the heart,
the heart that I hold in mine, to your father, who now with silent eyes fixed, weeps tears of the heart for you

From Heaven above have come

THE ROSE AND THE FLOWER.

(rev) 03.19.2023
JJ Hutton Oct 2010
He spat acid,
left you defaced,
******,
misplaced.

I sold lovelessness
to myself, left sweethearts
in sorrow,
in madness,
in a fury to find good arms.

And here we are,
your cold, detached facade
starting to melt,
and I lap it up,
hoping you never
find it again.

You wrap your arms around mine,
as we cross seas of parking lots
in the middle of the night,
and I don't know where the hell
we're going, but it feels so fine.

Your laugh
is the song of angels,
your touch is soothing,
and all your mistakes,
and all the exs,
and all the gods,
led me to you,
whether we bloom and burst,
wilt,
or ride the wind forever,
I'm just thankful to have found you.
Copyright 2010 by J. J. Hutton
Thomas King Dec 2017
Passionate kisses
Fall upon my hungry lips
As loving hands
Caress my cheeks

Knowing eyes
Look deep into my soul
Searching for my innocence
That wanders lost and starving
Inside my darkness

Soothing words
Call forth restrained emotions
Locked deep within the ravenous confines
Of my loneliness

The sweet aroma of your passion
Wafts gently into my nose
And fills my head with the promise
Of your delectable sustenance

Do I break my fast
And ingest your delicious promises
That entices my hungry senses?

Do I let my love starved innocents
Be found by your searching eyes?

Shall I follow those soothing words
Straight to the rapturous bounty
That is your love?

Shall I trust those loving hands
And take hold
To be pulled from the dark depths
Of my loneliness and emotional famine?

Am I ready to feast
Upon the sumptuous banquet you offer,
Or has my appetite been lost forever?

I think I will just taste your passionate kisses
And let my heart decide
How hungry it really is.
Nat Lipstadt Jul 2015
~~~

"When she was a young girl, Clemantine displayed the large courage to endure genocide. In this essay she displays the courage of small things: the courage to live with feelings wide open even after trauma; the maturity to accept unanswerable ambiguity; the tenacity to seek coherence after arbitrary cruelty; the ability to create tenacious bonds that have some give to them, to allow for the mistakes others make; the unwillingness to settle for the simple, fake story; and the capacity to look at life in all its ugly complexity."

David Brooks, NY Times, July 7, 2015
"The Courage of Small Things"
~~~

and you ask yourself
could I write this any better,

and you no/know/no
the answer well before the asking

but these combinations of letters
don't mere resonate,
they sound bells, all kind of bells,
wind chimes, mean car alarms, church bells, door bells,
sounds of nature soothing,
harsh noises so terrible
only humans can devise and extract,
not found in nature

the ringing sound of
the compartments of your brain,
clashing for predominance,
each with their own agenda,
and you silence them and write

thus compelled,
to review, define truths egocentrically,
examine your spatial perceptions,
ask the better, important question

do I have the courage of small things?

The easy answer is a runaway
yes or no,
the certitude of a familiar self-
(confidence, hate, righteousness, loathing),
the sadness of deprecation,
the pleasure of surety

and you know,
even the fools know,
neither are true answers,
only easy ways out

you chew and chew each small courage,
acknowledging insufficiency on any scale,
some here and there, maybe as good as average,
some here and there, far worse than most

in only one do grant yourself a passing grade,
and even that,
barely, minimally

"the capacity to look at life
in all its ugly complexity."


for here you are,
measuring and minding,
tallying and totaling,
in full public view,
knowing what only you know,
if, you this small courage, possess

I answer diffidently, fearfully, dangerously,
treading the line

in this above all, I must be a striver,
for all else,
even the simplest life,
is complex beyond reason,
see the ugly, say the ugly out loud,
permit to admit

for without this first step,
threshold, door jamb, Styx crossing,
you will never be able to summon,
you will never possess
the starting line courage of
asking and answering,
running when the starter pistol fires,
in a manner
unexcused, undisguised, fully disclosed,
and find the
beauty in
simplicity

do I have the courage
to do the summming up
of my smallest things,
that together
are truly
courage writ
large?

~~~
July 8, 2015
8:00am
NML
Please read the article in its entirety

http://www.nytimes.com/2015/07/07/opinion/david-brooks-the-courage-of-small-things.html

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NDHK Jan 2013
In the
Sweltering summertime dawn
I was
Pleasantly stunned
By the
Spontaneous presence
Of you
In my life


In the
Soothing autumn afternoon
I was
Immensely intrigued
By the
Familiar disposition
You have
In my life


In the
Slumbery winter twilight
I was
Overwhelmingly enchanted
By the
Comforting spirit
Of you
In my life


In the
Arousing spring moonlight
I was
Incredulously cognizant
By the
Undeniable home
You have
In my heart



*© NDHK
Mona Jan 2017
Whistles from buses and cabs,
Drivers intimate with their fogs of smoke,
As the ashes of the cigarette
Meet the concrete defeated, devoid of hope.

Today is yesterday, tomorrow is last month,
A chain of promises and complaints,
Necks wearing the chain with devout compassion,
... the fire is smelling faint.

And in the loneliest hour, which is every hour to be exact,
We search for any wavering footprints,
Marching on an array of dead skulls,
To guide us to where the river is. 

We're catching breaths with heads hanging from windows,
But we can't breathe enough, can't grasp much,
So we hang them down ropes of the cheapest material,
Aiming for a free fall to where the silence stretches.

Everyday with red eyes staring holes at the ceiling,
The ringing in our ears comes to life as the devil,
Every night it has a poem of soothing words,
... they sooth every flame, till they turn to lifeless pebbles.

You are no one special

The days make a song out of it, it's just so catchy,
It's the tune played in every commercial,
It makes you believe we are nothing but the dirt we are,
Ideologies are illusions of an anger rebel.

It's every smile plastered on a heavily made up face on television,
The finger pointed in the "right" direction,
It's the words of illiterates that make it on trees' corpses,
It's the thought that gives your mind a detention.

The air is heavy on diseases and illnesses,
It's so saturated that it turned hearts yellow,
It made south north and north south,
It made billboards rules to follow.

I'm sick too, I'm sick of those same words
That I utter at the peak of my revolutionary asthma,
But when I'm good enough to breathe,
I bring acceptance out of my closet and iron it to finish this stanza.
Geno Cattouse Jul 2013
Why big relaxing , they come from small things.
And why do we go incognito as we self flagellate.
with our fix. Or that is the think.

Brown bottle with a safety lid.sublimate that devious Id.

Brown mood killer to get perky.
side effected with herky jerky.

Browns and pastels to quell. Feng shwaaaay?

Big brown eyes are soothing.
Might be better than quay luuuding.
that's a bit dusty.

End of the line self smoothing.

Wino on the tilt. struggles with his back pocket.
cant get a good grip on that brown bottle rocket
trying mightily to take it to the head.

Just trying to brown out and faze out.
solutions are myriad.
But a one trick pony.

Count down to brown......5-4-3........
Jim McCunny Jul 2010
The girl is gone; from what, I do not know.
She sold the sweets and then her job was done.
It seems there was a constant undertow,
And now she may rest in the soothing sun.

With tangled hair and feet as large as tanks,
The scout had yelled at everyone with glee
And not a single word escaped but “Thanks.”
It now seems strange without her company.

The bear lay on the floor with ears alert,
A serenade of “Blowin’ in the Wind”
With hopes that it would sooth the searing hurt.
It didn’t work, but still, to see that grin.

The beans must now take on her lazy throne,
“Without this girl, we never would have grown.”
Maddie Bukowsky Jun 2012
The sight of you releases butterflies inside of me.
Your eyes, deep and endless, call to me, lure me in.
Mesmerizing, hypnotizing, like a dream, like a fantasy.
Your voice is like velvet, every word you say is a symphony.
Your touch sends a tingling shock through my body.
I melt, your fingertips touching mine.
It's hard to control the feelings inside of me, a sensation like nothing I've ever felt.
Strong and unchanging, you're so close, your sweet aroma filling my head.
Your arms are like my lullaby, soothing my soul.
Hold me, don't let me go, stay in this moment.
Your kiss is a drug, and I'm helplessly addicted.
It's hard to breathe, I can't even speak.
Restless thoughts, and my knees go weak.
Bharti Singh Mar 2016
Nature is the greatest teacher

Crooked trees in the forest
Standing tall, exibiting peace
Indicating individuality of beings
Teaching we can take imperfections with ease

Lucidity of water
Absorbing all colours, flowing free
Indicating true nature of mind
Teaching we can severe from conventions unkind

Air all around us
Remaining oblivious, fueling life
Indicating selfless presence
Teaching we can become generous saviours

Solidity of earth
Accomodating all, feeding life
Indicating endurance
Teaching we can be helpful with no expected return

Vastness of sky
Spanning across space, inspiring heights
Indicating grandeur
Teaching we can stand tall with big hearts

Agression of fire
Igniting dynamism, demonstrating hold
Indicating fearlessness
Teaching we can be creative yet bold

Steadiness of mountain
Defying age, exuding independance
Indicating determination
Teaching emancipation

Freshness of rain
Falling free, spreading coolness
Indicating calmness
Teaching we can be soothing to cold hearts

Shine of sun
Spreading warmth, sharing energy
Indicating synergy
Teaching we can be light to someone

Shimmer of moon
Soothing darkness, glowing in phases
Indicating change in times
Teaching flexibility as time changes

Glitter of stars
Decorating skies, falling in while
Indicating transient fame
Teaching we all fade out with time

And so on................

We must understand
We cannt live without nature
Nature can standalone quite
We need to learn from it
Wear its qualities and requite

Alas! We invariably live againt it
Stephanie Rosete Jan 2015
Soothing pain
Driven this untamed heart
Like a beast trying to break free
From my pain that is
Trapped restrained in a str8
Jacket
In the shadows of dark
Please God unleash me
From feeling pain
But the damage has been
Done numerous times
It's feels good and so
My addiction is pain
Please go away
Scattered words pumping
In my veins
Dopamine euphoria
Rushing adrenaline
Loving this foolish
Heart that you played me
And I'm now caught up in
This blissful feeling where ever
I walk I'm under a tree
Of mistle toes
Becoming this strange
Upsetting obsession
I hate you
For you are the one
Giving me an undying
Love which soothes my pain.:(
jeffrey conyers Nov 2012
Yes.
We all been there.
Then maybe not.
When that tooth comes loose.
When you're a child.

Yes.
We all been there.
When that tooth's loose.
And just dingling about.

While the parent(s) waits for it to fall out.

Yes.
We all have heard about the tooth-fairy coming.
Once the tooth leaves an empty spot within your mouth.
And your tongue begins to play.

Yes.
We all been there.
Just waiting for the banker's to come.
After you have gone to sleep.
And money appears under your pillow the next day.
After you have been to sleep.

Oh yes.
We all been there.
Getting soothing love from folks that knows us.
As they states the tooth will grow once more.

Yes.
We all been there.
Told to brush our teeth after each meal.
Or this problem will happen again.

Altho' the sweets are sweet.
And my smile is cool.
I just know I don't wants to be without my tooth again.

Yes.
We all been there.
crowbarius Jul 2012
An old man lives in a white house
Outside his house there is a bed of flowers
The old man’s life is in its twilight hours

I feel sad for the old man
Because he dawns on every day
And all his friends are dead or gone away

There’s a young woman who puts food upon his plate
And every time she turns her back his pupils visibly dilate
I’ve seen it - how the old man skins her with his eyes
She tells him soothing lies
About how long his heart has left
The old man craves a solitary death

The young woman wears a wooden cross around her neck
The old man cannot eat white bread
And all his friends are gone away or dead
And that’s no way to be
Wouldn’t you agree?

One old man in a white house with the desire to commit
One young woman in a chair on the front porch with her throat slit
That’s no way to go
That young woman is as white as snow
No glass coffin for her, though

Bun an old man’s wounds ache deep
He goes inside to drip and weep
And later that night sings with shining angels in his sleep
Patience Jun 2016
basking in blankets
of warmth;
the heat from my high
boils beneath my bare
skin, within my soul,
soothing miffed winds.

i fold
surrender to it,
embrace its exothermic
reaction.
Kingafroninjaa Dec 2011
In the stillness of the night
There is no sound to be heard,
There is no light to be seen,
There is no love to be lost.

She closes her eyes for the last time, waiting.
Waiting for the soothing pitch in his voice to ring in her ears.
Waiting for that flicker of happiness to return to her eyes.
Waiting for his unconditional love for her to return.

Her subconscious drifts away, pondering.
Pondering on the missing words that has been so easily forgotten.
Pondering over the deception of adultery that has been caught in the act.
Pondering whether the love he had for her was authentic and pure.

In the stillness of the night,
The words have turned into a faded memory.
The tears dried and evaporated in the summer breeze.
The love floated away along with the rest of her soul to the heavens above.
Back from my hiatus
It's not a tickle when I feel it
It's a slap in the face
Given only at that moment
Right when you think it's safe
Hard headed emotion
Brings a tear to my eye
Selfish and tormented
The truth turns to a lie

How far would I have to be
To consider myself runaway?
Sick of feeling resented
Walking on egg shells everyday
Whether I can't or won't
It's the do or don't
Give it a moment
And it might just disappear..
It's the fight from fear.

Holding me here
Darkness comforts me
No harm can come here
If its not there to see
**** my brain dry
And give me relief
It's the battlefield I've dread
Beyond all belief

Sweet but sadistic
It's makes me remain
Sour but soothing
I'm real when I feel pain
I'm real when I feel pain
When I feel pain I'm real
And you with, how I must deal.
Violet sunset in the sky, why must you leave us? exchange for night.
A sweet transition for darkness is soothing, it is the time that we are all
snoozing.

Dreaming of a better place where everyone is awfully safe.
praying nightmares don't occur & you know the tables always turn.
Creepers creeping in the shadows, lurking for prey there hearts so
hallow.

empty insides I can relate to that. makes you go black & you rarely turn back. Moon so shiny & unique, lighting up the navy blue clouds
for thousands of miles.

Tiny stars all over; twinkle twinkle little light .. won't you shine your light so bright? Tying lovers as one until we finally see the sun.
once again the perfect exchange.........we finally see the day
again.
Zulu Samperfas Dec 2012
I stayed home today
to work, when being in a cafe
would be nicer, but there
would be no cats and this ones brother died
and I don't know how much more cat snoring
there will be
my favorite cat
a human snore will send me into a fit
on a French train, a bullet train a man
snored as we passed a nuclear power plant
a big one near a lake with beautiful giant lili pads
floating with flowers in the golden evening sun
and I could have
thrown him out even though he was
in the back far away from me
and I used to kick my husband
when he slept and choked on his own flesh
making that vibration, not a kind
or tolerant wife when it came to snoring
but my cat snores and it's cute and soothing
Truffs Mar 2011
when i hear notes played
the feeling illuminates my soul
like a kiss on the neck
but less high tech

when she holds my hand
a brilliant melody occurs
to that of bach cannot write
what a sight

when im in the pocket, groovin
or when shes focused on soothing
a line comes out
and infinitely shouts

i love you
Raj Bhandari Aug 2018
My mind is free,
My soul is free,
My heart is pure,
There is nothing left, inside,
My thoughts are like water, pure for sure!

I am not in a hurry,
I, no more worry,
I have stopped pretending,
No more fight, within, never-ending,
No more preaching, prayers, repetition,
No more thirst to know the truth,
No more competition,
I have learned a bit,
No quest to explore the unknown,
that's all *******,

I am just a particle of the desert's sand,
I have no existence,
I have no resistance.
So be contented, leave this imposed upon, the fight,
Soon you will see a soothing, refreshing..self esteem...LIGHT !!!
Reshnia crimson Mar 2015
Crashing on rocks
A salty spray
Rising and falling
Each passing day

Beating on rocks
Turning then smooth
A crashing song
That seems to soothe

Sitting on the beach
Dark clouds hang above
This soothing tune
Made for both sorrow and love

Oh, how the vast ocean
Makes my life small
My problems seem no longer
So very tall

The tears on ny face
Drops in the sea
Not all that different
Both wet and salty

dripping, dripping
Gone with the tide
The huge ocean
Shrinking my already small pride
Emmalee Dec 2014
It started with music,
The beautiful soothing sound
Of strings gently piercing the silhouettes
That danced, the keyboard
Forcefully striking at the ears that
Bled for the composure in song.

It led to something greater,
The slashing of skin
And the oozing of open wounds
That carried their way down arms
And to the legs, where numbness arose
And sadness was hidden.

It all got old, so it moved to the next
And the brain cells swelled,
The cotton in the mouth along with it.
Vision was obscure and speech
Was almost completely impossible
And it moved into bed,
On top of you.

One thing led to another,
More gaining it's speed on the veins
That crawled so vividly open
When the clock hit midnight.
Every midnight became a part of the past
And every season brought new tides.
From music, to blood, to drugs, to *** -
It all became an immunity.
When the sun scorched the sand,
I went to Henry’s Island.
The winter came and left the shore
Spring was for a while and then no more
The rains beat the shingled beach
The soothing autumn was within reach.
Yet I spurned these tempting seasons
Couldn’t persuade myself with good reasons
To visit the island in fairer weather
And landed on it in the harshest summer!
The sands bit my feet like burning coal
The beach seemed alone without a soul
To the distant horizon my eyes could gaze
A fishermen’s boat hung in the haze.
The red ***** though found it a fun
To come out of hole to bathe in the sun
When I was close they were quickly gone
The beach was alive and I wasn’t alone.
The seagulls skimmed the waves for fish
The sea was all mine like in the dreamiest wish
Placing all her beauties at only my command
Gifting me a glorious summer at Henry’s Island.
To see you is to look at a band of winds sharing their realm
Comprehending which one flows the best
While voices stroke the air with waves that overwhelm
Removing all the distance from the rest

To see you is to look into a house of joy where all lamps are lit
Full of many soothing hearts full of life and love
Containing familiar scents of which I admit
Must be from heaven up above

To see you is to see a thousand years of golden days
In all my many thoughts divided by the sea
Knowing you have always lived within the rays
Of these dreams held inside of me

To see you is to see a power that for a moment smiles
Summoning a protective destination
Never conferring with that which is not worthwhile
In the dawning of circumspection
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
www.changefulstorm.blogspot.com
www.stumbleupon.com/stumbler/Changefulstorm
Oby Sep 2016
My heart is a desert,
Parched,
Ready for the soothing rain of your love.
But the promise of your affection
Is a mirage.
Copyright © 2016 Oby. All rights reserved.
Megan Sherman Mar 2017
I feel you, river, help me grow,
feeding with your ebb and flow,
As gentle tides doth come and go,
a quantum of solace I do know,
Dutifully nurturing,
around River creatures play and sing,
Flying o'er water on golden wing,
grafting and aspiring
The birds are a silhouette on a sunny sea,
that sparkles iridescently,
I bask in it resplendently,
and honour it devotionally,
Toes licked by tides caress,
the waters gift us, give and bless,
Soothing fear and pain and stress,
the ocean is nature's silken dress,
I hear you, river, murmur and roar, those hallowed sounds that I adore
Which one of them that I love more?
I love them all, to hear them pour,
I love them like a troubadour, enamoured of River's wild old tour,
Transcribing her Beauty in to lore, Wisdom older than ancient war,
Rivers are the friends of sages,
who've known their power through the ages,
Wisdom felt, not read from pages, which imprison us in wordy cages,
Rivers must be loved and praised,
by them we must be amazed
Life on Earth they nurture, raise,
so listen to what River says
Dr Peter Lim Oct 2015
Poetry
is not just about words or rhyme
its dwells in the soul's sanctum
a mystery that outlasts time
the poet is the lone prophet
though he speaks from the wilderness
those who have ready ears will hear
poetry's sweet and soothing voice--even in the night's deepest stillness
nil
Ilium Oct 2013
I never understood the draw of taking life
from your body, believing only one of strife
would obtain the sudden urge to rip and tear the skin
and release from within, demons out,
out from sullied flesh and faded eyes.

To my surprise however it came not from anguish but from quiet.
Steady monotonous quiet that roars in the ears of the forgotten,
thundering its swaddled mallets against the drums of silence
that echo, and echo, and echo.

Pace does not fix and time is lost in the wake of ever steady steps
striking the same ground
in the same pattern
at the same time of every single day which repeats on into forever.
And the rhythm once soothing becomes feverish, ferocious and foaming,
clawing with smooth tendrils through every corner
until the brain hazes over in shades of grey.

And it would be in this cold quiet that one would obtain true pain,
cutting evermore sharply than the knife did flesh
as simultaneously the fragments of rebellious thought seek release through a ruby vibrance.

I never understood the draw of taking life
from your body, believing only one of strife
would obtain the sudden urge to rip and tear the skin
and release from within, demons out.

I was wrong.
I wasn't feeling so great.

— The End —