Peace and Quiet
Posted on January 21, 2008
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yes, an empty bench
amidst peace and quiet
refreshing thoughts
calming
inviting…
for one so used
to the city’s hustle and bustle
to the fast paced life
high stakes
stresses
the empty bench
means nothing at all
to remain there
just as an empty bench
each passing day
for one who looks deep within
it holds meaning
heeds to the invitation
for peace and quiet, company
it will be an empty bench no more
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It’s an escape to just sit on the bench because the hustle bustle of the city can be frustrating and stressful at times.
SexyMom: More than an escape. It’s a haven.
That is beautiful!
SexyMom: True.
Holding
Containing
Tranquility
And peace
SexyMom: True, BA—do you recall the times we have been there?. lvyah!
that spot is exactly what i’ve been looking for. saan yan?
SexyMom: Sacred Heart Novitiate in Novaliches.
man, what would i give to be in a place like that right now! i’m in dire need of relaxation today..
B-eautiful and inviting
E-empty yet peaceful
N-othing but quiteness
C-atching view for eternity
H-ello care for a company!
Love the Poem…just beautiful !
empty bench
sitting on the green green grass
are me and my loved ones, my loved ones and me
and the grass and the trees and the skies and the breeze
they are all empty without us sitting on thee
empty bench
– poetry exercise hehe!
there’s a pathos in reflection for even the imbeciles, dullards and the slow witted and all those who don’t have the Aristotelian sense of ‘Catharsis’ or the Platonic sense of an ideal or the Epicurean sense of dashing ‘hedonism’...
Am I succumbing to its thought as sadness and feeling wooden, hard, and eyed as empty spectator?
[...] with her tongue, quietly savoring every second. When she saw us watching her (her rare moment of peace and quiet), she shyly stood and walked past [...]