The Psychological Place and Other Poems

~By Jarada~

The Psychological Place

I am a computer game following instructions

Instructions that will never be obeyed

I am an order flying through the air

Air that would vanish with ease

I am a circle, easy to draw

But there is no place to draw me

I am myself, full of life and challenge

Challenges that may not be completed

But completion doesn’t matter

When matter isn’t space

And space isn’t that of your room.

But rooms are not there

If you’re not anywhere

And anywhere isn’t completed.

So which is the place, in space

In matter or full of fluffy air.

That will include time, chimes

And bells, obstacles to achieve

Where accomplishment matters

And matter is space

And the room is full of life

Completed, completion

Both are the same

Where I am.

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Peacefulness

It’s darkness here, but music’s blaring loud,

The party’s thriving, everyone’s dancing,

Under a white tent, full of coloured lights,

Where a few moments ago, I was too,

Or drinking from the tables that have been,

Laid out in the back garden of my house;

But I am not; I am walking far, far,

Away from the music, until it sounds,

So remote, like quite a distant circus.

The trees rustle and sway in the cool breeze,

Which ruffles my hair and chills my face,

And makes me fully awake and alert

I lay down on the dry and grassy lawn,

And stare at the white, bright, beautiful moon,

And those white twinkling stars, and I think;

I wonder how far away those stars are,

And I think of what might lie near those stars,

What adventure is out there to be explored?

Oh peaceful home of warmth and light,

Oh Peacefulness!

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Thought filled peaceful bliss

The trees are still and silent,

As they sway in the cool breeze,

Which silks through my hair,

And provides a coldness to my figure.

The silence surrounding the place,

Like a deserted market,

Is only occasionally broken by a car,

And often by people returning,

From their daily lives home.

The sky is full of fluffy clouds,

Apart from the blue, blue sky,

Encircling the round Earth.

This is thought filled peaceful bliss.

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Celebration Poem

To celebrate is to party for a special occasion.

To celebrate is to drink, be merry and have fun.

To celebrate is to have lots of fancy food.

To celebrate is to join with one’s family.

Sometimes, to celebrate is to receive gifts.

And sometimes, to celebrate is to dance to music.

Different people celebrate in different ways.

Sometimes, they celebrate for religious reasons.

And sometimes, they celebrate for new birth.

And sometimes, they celebrate just for fun.

Fun.

Celebration is supposed to be fun.

Happiness, rejoicing, entertainment,

Merriment and festivity.

Fun.

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Booming Sound

Sound is a nuisance,

Break it up, make it speak

Booming into another dimension.

Follow it, closer and closer;

It seems so far but then so near;

It can’t be! Or can it?

Turn left, turn right,

It seems to be all around you.

Is it here? Is it there?

Is that light? It can’t be!

Jump to it, crawl to it, what is it?

It seems so powerful, or is it?

Run, sprint,

Fight your way through;

The sound grows louder,

Adrenaline pulses, or does it?

Can you feeeeel it?

The sound vibrates around you,

Closer and closer and closer,

Then…silence.

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Life or Death

Life.

What is life?

If death follows life,

Why live?

For a few enjoying moments,

Why open those eyelids?

Death.

What is death?

If death is unknown,

Why die?

For you could have lived,

For the few enjoying moments,

That living brings.

So which do you choose?

To live and enjoy,

Or die and face

The challenge of death.

Personally,

I’d live,

Because death may not have

The few enjoying moments

That living brings.