"sooths" poems
gulls and terns spin in the air
as waves lullaby the sleepy dreamers
with grand tales and rich promise of paradise to be
found just over the horizons edge
sailors eye to the swift wind
sure hand to tackle and line
hearty men of salted liquid soil
grown to giants in the breakwaters thunder
but gentle that hands heart
when the tolling bell calls out the names of the lost
and the sea has swept away all but her witnessed tale
to leave the widows and forlorn child to
carve name to wall and mourn
past midnight now
a dead calm
and cloudless sky reigns
with a majesty of brilliant starlight
upon this sea reflecting the heavens slow march
i lay like a supplicant muted by the spectacle
to souls hunger this moment and place
shows a deeper meaning to thouse souls with eyes to see
a dead calm
and cloudless sky reigns
with a majesty of brilliant starlight
the old salt sailor breaks into deep song
that sooths and lends hardy meal to the heart
hold fast young lad hold fast
the morning rushing forward brings
the breaking wave and unfolds sail with quick wind
and the sailors eye rejoices with
merry songs to measure the hour
and jauntily bring our fair seabird
back to her warm home
sea and sand in the salt sailors blood
and a kind heart guides the way
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 2:10 PM UTC
The water drips from the faucet
As the worries fade from my mind
I rest my head on the back of the tub.
My heart sooths down to a murmur,
Not heard above the humming of the radiator.
This is wonderful,
Pure bliss without a worry on my mind.
The water stings against my body
As the heat turns my skin scarlet,
But it doesn't concern me.
I sink further under water.
This is relaxatio-
"Hurry up in there!
I need to take a shower.
And don't use all the hot water."
Well, ****
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 10:37 AM UTC
In anger he finds me, knife at the ready.
His words lash me first; ****** jabs to my back.
My soul screams out for help while by body stays calm and quiet.
The sun setting behind me sooths my wounds
A flash of lighting explodes in the sky as the winds whip around us.
The ground we stand on shakes and he falls to his knees in surprise.
Grass burns around him as heat seeps from the broken ground in anger.
Another flash of lightning flashes across the sky in warning as he makes it to his feet again.
Stumbling toward me he trips on broken ground; his knife plunging deep into my heart.
My blood seeps into Her, I feel myself slipping.
She opens up and swallows me as I take my final breath.
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 10:34 AM UTC
We have an Irish kind of love
Her and I
Myself and herself
Old and young
Young and old
But which is which
Sometimes
I know.............
We have an Irish kind of love
In how we talk
In riddle and rhyme
Singing and crying
At the same time
Sometimes
I know.....................
We have an Irish kind of love
When we walk
The hills of our county
Herself does be scolding me
For not keeping up
What can I do
So busy watching
Watching my step
And the heathers blue
We have an Irish kind of love
Forged in an ancient ring
But of stone, not gold
Ageless and timed
She sooths me
And my troubled mind
For she is as new as the dawn
But as wise as sea
We have an Irish kind of love
Herself, and me.
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 7:47 AM UTC
I wonder how bright my tears shimmered
Refracting your flickering light,
I wonder what thoughts had filtered,
Through your changing mind that night.
Your smile builds me upright,
Until it quivers and I fall
To pieces under nightlights
Until morning sooths and calms.
But nothing feels quite as right
As crying in your arms,
While laughing at our fears
Pretending nothings wrong,
Pretending that you would stay forever,
Until the day you’ve gone.
Every night without your light
Just seems to dark and long.
Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 7:37 PM UTC
Evening in her slippered feet
Approaches from the heat of day
Shadows in the molten light
Lengthen as they have their way
Silence in the hovered moment
Stillness in the mote of time,
The glow within a sunbeam's ray
Ensnares the warmth of joy as mine.
Drifting insects float on bye
Suspended in the evening light
Against the lace of silver birch
With gnarled trunk of speckled white.
In the dark blue, far azure
A gosshawk glides on high, aloft
A predator surveying late
For living things in farmer's croft.
A waterfall of children's laughter
Cascades through a field of green,
Overtones of golden shadow
Fills the air with love unseen.
Earthworms in their darkened tombs
Are wriggling for the coming night,
Rabbits stretch and move to grazing
Anxious for the closing light.
The chill night air descends as dew
The picnickers depart the scene,
Starlings flock to perch and roost
Whilst velvet silence hangs serene
Vaulting high above the foothills
Crowned with purple alpenglow
Taranaki's snowclad grandeur
Last to see the day light go.
Contemplation be my friend
For deep within contentment's breast
The joy of living sings it's song
And sooths my happy soul to rest.
Marshalg
Taranaki Evensong
23 October 2010
Oct 27, 2010
Oct 27, 2010 at 1:10 AM UTC
I should never feel lost
I am never alone
There’s this shadow always with me
Into my ear he whispers
The way for me to go
I cannot see or touch him
But I feel his presence all the same
He sooths me when I’m crying
And places dreams inside my heart
And when I start to doubt my feet
His hand is there in mine
Always gently leading
…me further down my path
Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 8:01 PM UTC
Her memory, the love of she,
In slumber,
That time when sadness sooths itself,
Pays to me a call.
And I, a lone warlock in the dark,
Feel the mattress demit as she sits,
And know her gentle touch on my face,
As I did when I was young.
I am trembled by her resonance,
********* I am trying to sleep!)
Then, I wake to understand what has transpired.
Then, am blessed to have felt her love once more.
Then, I bid her go to God.
But, I do thank her for her visit.
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 4:51 PM UTC
Flowers wither away
They form a blanket of petals
Through the fall they decay
In winter, the snow settles
I hide my hands in sleeves
Of my cotton sweater
Stomping on the swathes of leaves
Welcoming the autumn weather
The rain pours nearly every evening
I sit and write by the lit candles
At night I fall deep into dreaming
Covered in warm blankets
The fireplace sooths the numbness
And hot tea warms up my body
Imagination cures the dullness
I'm mesmerized by the smell of coffee
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 5:17 PM UTC
In a groggy haze, I awaken from my slumber.
Nothing but silence surrounds me while I wake.
Without much purpose I stand to take a shower.
Once in, I stand with my head pressed against the wall.
Tears rush so fast down my face they feel as though they are one with the water of the shower.
For mere moments the heat and steam from the shower sooths my pain.
But in my mind I remember I can't spend forever in the shower.
Off the shower goes, and on and on so does my emptiness.
I walk to my car, pull out, and drive onward.
The radio is on and yet all I hear is silence, my mind is full of thoughts but yet nothing can fully process.
This world is full of people and yet I have to eyes to gaze into, no skin to smell, to hair to play with, no body to cuddle, no person to love.
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 3:06 AM UTC
It sooths my soul,
Easing me into a secure state.
Persuading me to lift the corners of my mouth
And smile a sparkling grin.
Then it snaps,
And screams nonsense in my ear.
Causing alarm and panic to kick me in the gut.
Causing my head to spin,
And my stomach to clench.
It tries to sooth the whirlwind it has lead me into,
To put me back on steady ground,
To breathe through the confusion.
It whispers soothing lyrics to me
To lift my spirits once again,
Encouraging me to smile
Imploring me to steady my nerves.
But panic for some unknown horror has already sunk in,
And the alarm bells are screaming in my ear.
With gasping breaths,
Clenched fists,
And a pounding head,
I release myself into sleep
Where even My Voice doesn’t have control over me.
-ALC January 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 9:55 PM UTC
I went to bed with flowers in my hands and woke up carressing a rifle.
My delusion of self can offer me no help, cause you've been twisting sides.
Making me fall in love with you, you're waging a war of lies.
Cold metal sooths open wounds, I never knew you could be this cruel.
fragments of the mirror stare back at the fragments that remain.
Theres nothing I can see that looks anything like me.
So' I'm wondering where I am and who you are?
and when this ever got this far?
I idolised you and now i despise everything you do.
I can't stop myself asking, am I falling out of love with you?
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 6:10 PM UTC
All shrubbery around is shaken by the wind
As smoking grey clouds threaten rain.
But I sit snugly in my lounge
Idly contemplating a chicken-breast tea.
The long heatwave is over
For now.
Atlantic air has swept the mugginess
Aside.
Thermometers have settled down
While cooler moisture sooths our very souls.
This lounge of mine presents a landscape too:
Of settee, armchairs and table
Along with dining chairs and TV:
Mountains over carpet savannas.
But the kitchen calls me from next door
So no matter how lazy I feel
I really have to eat now.
This interlude must end
So very soon.
Paul Butters
© PB 29/7/2018.
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 12:45 PM UTC
Its forced, like a crow bars metal bite
Against the cold surface of my heart
Where the anxiety pries,
Hard against my insecurities,
All my bad dreams, and
Old deeds done and buried, regretted
And carried to their graves,
Never to be replicated,
Torn from there spot
At the bottom of my heart,
Blood spills, crimson dripping
Down the concaved prison.
And with all the feelings that have risen
For no good reason I feel ashamed.
When I was dyeing but survived,
I wish I had just closed my eyes
And drifted to whatever end
Suits me best and sooths anxieties
I hold in my chest.
To feel free for
Just a single day,
Be free of me and this
I confess is the brightest
Of all my pipe dreams.
Not scared with the panic of my anxieties,
always chasing me.
Jul 7, 2012
Jul 7, 2012 at 1:22 AM UTC
A gust of wind
blows a lone leaf.
Without its roots
it solemnly flies;
Finding nurishment
in these new lands.
Tis a bitter sweet sentiment
for the wind
shall soon return
wisking away
the lonely leaf
and sharing it
with the world.
Every new place
brings new blessings.
A temporary warmth
that sooths
the soul.
It finds companions;
Yet truly
owns no home.
The moments are fleet
as a single heartbeat.
Another gust,
and again,
it flys alone.
Surely,
the lonesome leaf
shall one day sleep
beneath the trees,
Taking root
in a loving place
for it to keep;
Shrouded
by the stars.
Untill the day
it makes its way,
Forever
Wayward.
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 9:15 PM UTC
Fresh air creeps into the room “Voices”.
It’s the dawn of a new day the “Old Man” arises.
Quiet, wrecked, wounded, one may think of him.
His shadow the only peace that really lies within.
One may think he lost it,
His smile wouldn’t show you the pain of that.
That which cause the “Old Man” to flip,
Not the “Voices” though it helps him not to trip.
The tone of each “Key” speaks to his soul
Sooths his horrors that he’s never told.
The man portrays integrity, but he shows neglect.
Have you ever seen an old man that forgets yet?
He’s never forgotten his past though,
Just the present that goes by extremely slow.
To the world he may be perfect,
But to them he doesn’t show.
The white keys his melody,
The black he strikes for harmony.
To hear the voices that hears his cry,
To those voices he never lies.
He release the pain when the “Voices” speak
To them he retreats,
Mentally, physically, emotionally,
The old man is weak.
His communication distorted by the name he gave himself.
“The Black and White Keys” he uses to cry out for help.
People seem to listen, but them he confuses,
Because the help he abuses.
People don’t seem to please the “Old Man”
Not even a helping hand.
The only thing he turns to at the end of the day,
Are those Black and white Keys “Voices”.
©
Dec 7, 2009
Dec 7, 2009 at 5:29 PM UTC
I dreamt last night
I often dream,
A wyrd ship was bound from
Holyhead, Wales
To Spitzbergen, Norway
Or some Such...........
Melting Arctic place
We moved around
Inside, nightclubs,
Alcohol, drugs a sense of not
Belonging there.
Then I awake
Slowly at first, that
Feeling, eyes
Opening, consciousness
registering surrounding
Yes, this is remembered
reality. Lazing on a
Chilly afternoon.
Zyprexa dreams make
You shiver
Effexor lullabies
Cause cold stomach
Fears in mornings;
Or afternoons, if one
is not to lie........
Don't lie, why bother
The truth is so much......
simpler
My mind recalls lines
From songs
The Pixies/Black Francis
"Where is my mind?"
Where indeed, Mr. Black
The Beatles
"She loves you"
She does love me
They are right,
Thank my God.....
I shiver and run for
The kitchen, coffee
And rivotril
Makes ease, sooths me
Even cigarettes are electronic now
Thank you...it's better
Mr. 21st Century, you're
Quite the inventor
An unopened iPad, Apple Air
Steve Jobs 16 Gb
He died, you know
But that's the Beatles Apple
Isn't it?
You naughty boy Steve,
Lennon and Harrison
Must be scolding you
In the V.I.P. afterlife where -
Famous people go
She rings me,
I cannot walk, not yet
My mind is still too full of
Fears, and sharp edges
But later perhaps
I will. It's good to walk
It lets your feet talk
To the ground
And the ground
around here that is,
is As good a place as any
To ground oneself
Is it not?
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 11:31 AM UTC
Dancing around these minor obstacles with words
That sooths the soul like a body preserved
These are my words its just poetry in the making
Combinations of words, ingredients for the shaking
Passion and desire spirals you to domestic
Growth & love w/ understanding goes viral from a prospective
Hello Poetry take where nobodies ever been*
Inside the mind of the confined translated through my pen
Using my paper as the canvas creating a work of art
Turned my world upside down playing the ace of hearts
Always show that spark, Poetry it's been known to bark
That's what it's made for, but also mending hearts
Sewing up the pain until the stiches part
Both sides falling for love from the cupid arch
Sweet melodies flowing from the cupid harp
Hello poetry and its on the mark
*Together as one before the wish bone ******
Upon breaking I wished about us
Hello Poetry forever will you flow with me*
Relationship is mutual united and its knowingly
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 12:36 PM UTC
Tiptoe down the forgotten steps
to where your soul does rest,
and see the land that lies beneath
the eyes that do know best.
The finest of jade silks is
woven deep into our ground,
in a land that bears no boundaries
but - is yet to be found.
For round the corner water laps
and dances between your toes,
a waltz, a tango, a sudden embrace
whatever you say goes.
Conquer this world on a swing up high,
where you take your worthy seat,
back and forth, your senses silly
you fall onto your feet.
Then a delicate song of angels guides
to a grand mahogany door,
where the angel herself awaits for you
centred in the floor.
“Be not afraid,” she softly breathes
“A gifted soul you are,
and when happiness seems a world away
you need not travel far.”
She leads you to a marble sink
pure water trickling clear,
it swirls it sooths, it embraces your skin
it laughs in the face of fear.
But the time has now come, alas you must go,
the universe waits for no one,
you walk up the steps to the chosen land
and see the life you have won.
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 3:06 PM UTC
Silence creeps across the room as his anger raged to a reddened face
A look that brought a chill formed from the face furnace that dared you a why
Lines drawn with a flair to pass or fall
And still the rage formed
And still the rage formed
Anger eyes a ****** red
Waiting
Wanting
Needing fire to quell the fire within
Those anger eyes staring a ready grin
Another day to come as the coolness of the night sooths the strain of sight
Coldness gone to a warm glow with smiling eyes and a temper swoon
Breath in breath out its not your fault
Breath in the fresh
Breath in the fresh
Anger eyes cooled through a tear
Waiting
Wanting
Tempting love through the hate
Those tears of love do sooth the fire
Jul 4, 2012
Jul 4, 2012 at 4:45 PM UTC
Woman to Woman
The salt marsh hangs with a heavy mist in this most tangible expression tiny molecules gives the feeling
Of the tiniest bubbles popping at all points what a sensation of exhilaration to be touched with water
Crystals in the midst of pure wonder lush wet grass this body of water it very perception sooths
Embodies soulful bounds, her eyes soft as her surroundings they still your heart burn with a kind
Intensity landscapes truly wash and swirl through each emotional level that you possess when you are
Touched by this her sensitivity and her intensity your visit lengthens into two parts that are one and the
Same she and you share the outward truth of place and it is impossible to separate her from this natural
State it has flowed in and you witness its outward flow holding you spellbound this is evidenced in what
She has created it’s the outward expression of the deep stirrings that formed seamless unending levels
Of love and appreciation for her surroundings you are invited to bask in these remarkable astounding
Observations now distilled given beautiful expression in these her spirit will dwell and be and unbroken
Tie to her life her creativity her special quality will stand expand with every new breaking day. Held by
Life so rich and full speaking in quiet somber tones to thee a bond was forged so colorful a life dances on
The sun drenched southern waters never will it be diminished and long will it bare the remarkable life it
Lived so fully and masterfully This is dedicated to Donna’s friend Dina Hall.
Jan 10, 2012
Jan 10, 2012 at 1:46 PM UTC
Rakesh Rai is as sweet as sugar;
Whenever you are in deep anger
Go to Rakesh, Anti-hatemonger;
He never his duties did Malinger
He has been as sweet as sugar;
Sooths one down and is eager
To help whom problems appear.
I never found him an Ogre;
With him I always felt stronger
He can easily fight wildest tiger.
He is a tiger in education stronger
Who advised to stay Sanket eager;
But as I had Monorhyme dearer
I left such a strong man ever.
Regret though Sanket have, Sugar
Will leave me and my poem never.
Problems does not persist longer
With him let it be old or younger.
With him tensions, no doubt, linger
A lot of worry and threats augur,
What use is Salad without vinegar;
Hard but useful is Rakesh like timber.
Rakesh sir is as sweet as sugar.
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 9:06 PM UTC
I walked in and took my place at the bar waiting a bit impatiently for the bartender. After a few minutes she came I order a pbr and a shot of whiskey. my shot stings going down but I take a large sip of my beer and it sooths. I talk to some people for a bit but I can't help but look for you. I glance at the barstool I know you rest and i see you. From the looks of it this may be your 5th nightcap of the evening. And I'm promised it won't be your last. We meet eyes. You gaze at me the same way I, for you. I walk over and give you an I - miss - you hug. He's familiar will thoes. We jabber on about nonsense and and laugh at the strange curly-haried man dancing in the corner. God I love his laugh. I order a few more pbrs and a couple more shots.. my whiskey curauge has me blurting out if he would like to stay with me after all has closed. He says he's usual answer. And for just a split second I wonder if my options were much better asked after he has had a couple of caps or if he would say yes regardless?.. some days I'm unaware. We leave and it's as if nothing has changed between us. The two of us walk to his place stopping for beer no less. Tipsy as we are were acting very silly skipping around, making strange noises at one another. We just go back to the two free spirited people simply infatuated with one another. And I'm flying in bliss. I sit on the bed and look at him. Memorizing his movments. He moves so beautifly so gracefully. He hands me an IPA, the way he's eyes meet mine is breathtakingly lovely. And in that moment, I could look at this handsome, complicated, loving, courageous man forever.
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 4:02 PM UTC
Vallabh Savani is so kind and cute
Above all, ready to help any boot –
Low caste, low esteemed or kaput.
Love through his blood does overshoot
And sooths many Sankets who commute
Benevolence to all generations coot.
In dilemma and hassle, he is parachute;
Help for a friend; foe and faulty to execute.
Has contributed to campaign anti-pollute,
Sighted orphans and settled destitute,
Awarded teachers like me and persecute
Vast enmity against him which substitute
Allies as Hardik and myself in healthy lawsuit.
Never saw him angry or upset as he commute;
Insane behaviour is far as never did he salute
Someone, but bowed his head to transmute
Inner love and care to all old and his recruit.
Remain healthy and wealthy! This my tribute.
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 8:30 AM UTC