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As noted, this is my first poetry post. I tend to keep this stuff to myself, but I figure what the hell. Please let me know what you think of it. You don't have to be nice, I won't be offended if you think it's crap. Essentially, poetry is for the writer, but it is a special joy when other like what you have created (regardless of the medium). I hope you enjoy.

Serenity

On the hills above the Serengeti,
In the peacefulness of a spring afternoon,
I saw a lion and a lioness lying together,
Viewing the tranquil serenity, which surrounded them.

I began to think of the days when
When much of the world was as placid as this,
And my thoughts could wander,
Thinking of nothing specific, but of everything.

I remembered the times when felt that my dreams could come true.
That I could live and love and wander and wonder
And seek and find and wish and espy,
Never to surmise that I should die.

I laughed at myself as I thought these things,
Those feckless thoughts of mine,
Which have no place or purpose in a world like ours.
They are the enemies of the cynicism we all take on.

I shed a tear for fruitless thoughts,
I trembled as my gaze wandered to look upon Kilimanjaro.
I cried for the death of my dreams,
Which caused the death of my heart.

I contemplated the world around me,
Its people, its places, its things.
They were all just there, meaning nothing to me.

I contemplated my world,
The people I knew, the places I’d been, the things I’d seen.
They were all still there, I meant nothing to them.

I pondered on the fact that the world around me was not at peace,
Not with itself or with anything or anyone.

I pondered on the fact that I was not at peace,
Not with myself or with anything or anyone.

I pondered on the fact that the lion was at peace, with itself and the world,
And was free to live and love and wander and wonder,
And it sought and it found and it wished and it espied,
Never to surmise that it should die.

On the hills above the Serengeti,
In the peacefulness of a spring afternoon,
I saw a lion and a lioness lying together,
Viewing the tranquil serenity, which surrounded them.

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J.R.V.A.

Ah serenity, not the absence of conflict, but the ability to deal with it. This was very nice. Thanks

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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart

little limey

Your poem has the aura of an old soul (not of a shoe mind you *^_^).

chavos

interesting style...almost entirely narrative, but with an nice repeated theme. In certain ways, it reminds me of hebrew poetry...with less focus of rhythm or meter, but using repeated imagery and word play. A very nice debut....welcome to the lit board!