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God's Gifts
GOD gave man two ears so that he might hear
Man's truth and also man's lies,
Then also to help man find his way
GOD then gave man two eyes,
Man was then given just one mouth
And also just one tongue
So he would tell the truth and not a lie
And he was gifted that, when he was young.
Two ears for man so he can hear everything
And two eyes for him to see without fail
One mouth and one tongue for the truth
But still from all these gifts; man fell.
poem by Randy McClave
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When Ears Don't Listen and Eyes Don't See
why we have two ears that can't be naturally closed
but we less listening than talking
why we have one mouth that technically is not locked
but we speak nothing less than complaint
why we have two hands that carved beautifully
but we use it to hurt someone we love
why we have two eyes that sparkling wide
but you only look at me from one side
are your hands made to close your ears
and your eyes are blind to see damage
are your hands made to lock your mouth
and you are scared to accept truth
why we have two legs that walk graciously
but you always step away from me when I try to get closer
why we have one heart that we keep sacredly
but we can't control to whom it belongs
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Cat Struck!
Miaw, Miaw, silvery eyes
Straightened fur, spear-like ears
In mouth, claws
Bone suspect. It was
My cat, I, locked eyes
In its mouth, went my fingers
Pain in mouth, it struck.
Out with bone, pain in my arm
In relief, my toes it licked
I nurse my arm, though contented.
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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Snorkling At Crocodile Island
you jump into the sea
with a wish
to sea the world of the fish
blue and green
and some bubbles
and slimy and slim
and slippery
to hold
you open your eyes
to the world of seaweeds
and sea urchins
you find something different now
the world where you do not utter a word
to describe
if something is beautiful
you find something's shut
up
your ears and nose and mouth
you open your eyes
to the possibility that in the world so beautiful
as inside the sea
you need not have a nose
a mouth, two ears
because beauty need not be said
they can only be
seen
and contemplated upon.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Listen with your ears, look with your eyes, but keep silent with your mouth.
Smoke Came Out
His breath kindles coal and his mouth shoot out flames,
And smoke came out of his nostrils;
But my ears have heard of you and now my eyes do see you!
So try to fill my mouth with the laughter of your love.
Glide by the boats of reeds and you came to me,
For i am now considered guilty for loving you;
But i am innocent to your love and of your muse,
And like the eagles swooping on their prey at last.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Every Aspect Of It!
Just because you do not see me driving,
Do not assume I am not licensed to drive.
Or that I do not 'think'...
Because I do not look the part.
You don't see half the things I do and have done.
Nor are you on my agenda.
And folks who focus their sights on others...
Are the first who find these times we live,
Difficult to adjust.
Even though they feel they 'must'...
Demand understanding,
Without participating in the development of it.
You know the kind...?
The ears closed, mouth open types!
With claims they don't know what is going on!
And rush they do to prevent,
The circumstances of truth.
Coming to bombard and overwhelm.
With the consequences of their ignorance.
You know the kind...?
The ears closed, mouth open types!
Yet conflict they are quick to define...
Instead of using their minds to take time,
Comprehending remedies.
To set aside a strategy...
To stop the havoc that has begun,
Happening in their own lives.
You know the kind...?
The ears closed, mouth open types!
And this kind of mindset today,
Is reflected on a massive scale.
People into minding the business of others...
Have found their business in shambles.
Every aspect of it!
With shock and disbelief,
As a return for their 'investment'!
You know the kind...?
The ears closed, mouth open types!
The ones who rush to cover their butts,
With implusive mindless decisions!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ears Mouth Eyes
There is lightening thunderstorm
And hullabolla.
You have no eyes
How can you see
You have no ears
How can you hear
You have no mouth
How can you say.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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My Ears - My Eyes
My ears are my eyes because I am blind.
When I cross the street I listen for the sound of cars braking.
My ears are my eyes.
When I enter a room I tap my cane onto the floor and listen for the distance the echo travel to know how far I am away from someone else. My ears are my eyes.
I may never physical see the beauty of a spring day, but when I hear the birds are chirping, bikes constantly peddling by and lovers saying I love you. I know it is a beautiful spring day. I may be blind but I still see my ears are my eyes.
Note: No I am not blind myself but I know several people who are and this is me letting the rest of the world how they see through my poetry.
Listen To Me
The Hollies
Listen To Me (Tony Hazzard)
Listen to me, I'll sing a song to change your mind.
Have you ever wondered why
when everything goes wrong
nobody stops to lend a hand,
nobody seems to care?
Then she looks you in the eye
and suddenly you're strong,
and very soon you realize that you didn't care about love.
Listen to me, I'll sing a song to change your mind.
Your ears are deaf, your mouth is dumb, your eyes are blind.
Listen to me and very soon I think you'll find,
somebody wants to help you,
somebody seems to care.
And very soon you've forgotten
that you didn't care about love.
Does it hurt to realize
you've been acting very strange,
refusing to take the love she gives,
pretending you don't care?
Did it take you by surprise
to discover how you'd changed -
how you forgot to remember
that you didn't care about love?
Listen to me, I'll sing a song to change your mind. (listen to me)
Your ears are deaf, your mouth is dumb, your eyes are blind.
Listen to me and very soon I think you'll find, (listen to me)
somebody wants to help you,
somebody seems to care.
And very soon you've forgotten
that you didn't care about love.
Listen to me, I'll sing a song to change your mind. (listen to me)
Your ears are deaf, your mouth is dumb, your eyes are blind.
Listen to me and very soon I think you'll find, (listen to me)
somebody wants to help you,
somebody seems to care.
And very soon you've forgotten
that you didn't care about love.
You care 'bout love.
you care 'bout
you care 'bout
you care 'bout love.
song performed by by Hollies
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Pearl
Stone in the mouth
Rings of the ears
Glitter on the skin
Ball at the eyes
Nothing for the nose
Pure from the heart
Question?
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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My Contention
My mouth is blocked,
My eyes are blindfolded and
My ears are closed.
But it is my contention
Perhaps mine alone…
Nobody is there with an ear that hears,
Nobody does anything that I can see and
Nobody says that I have to hear.
I too live a life of yours.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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This Action Should Strengthen Your Vision!
Now I'm getting your attention.
As if you are allowing your ears to listen.
Your eyes to uncloud from their haze.
With your mouth shocked shut.
And I'm to do 'something' with this focus?
Was it ever mentioned,
Your attention was not on my agenda?
In brief encounters I wanted to extend my hand.
And in doing so you became offended.
In brief encounters I wanted to take a stand,
Against all that I thought...
You too prioritized in your life.
I did not approach you to assist,
In the conflicts you fight.
Igniting them for purposes to mask your insecurities.
I am of peace!
Not about that nonsense you daily release.
As frequently as your choice to use cuss words.
To cuss yourself and others,
With a desire to be overheard!
NOW I'm getting your attention.
As if you are allowing your ears to listen.
Your eyes to uncloud from their haze.
Your mouth shut.
And I'm to do 'something' with this focus?
What do you expect?
A magic wand followed by 'Hocus Pocus? '
A begging on my knees pleading a forgiveness?
While you and the others,
Use that as another joke to provoke?
Look...
Let me help you understand something here!
I'm not seeking to sacrifice my time to charities.
Those donations have been exhausted.
Nor do I intend to give away anything I have,
I myself desperately need.
What I offered to you was a quality of life,
I had to recognize to appreciate the giving of it away.
Something basic to share I hoped would stay with you.
I came to you to extend,
An open-ness that was not judgemental.
Sincere in the giving.
Something you could have shared with someone...
And I would be on my way!
But you decided to turn that into betrayal.
And today you perceive it okay,
That I should welcome your decay?
Now I'm getting your attention.
As if you are allowing your ears to listen.
Your eyes to uncloud from their haze.
With your mouth shocked shut.
And I'm to do 'something' with your focus?
Oh...
And I am too!
Watch me as I distance myself from you.
AND maintain your focus.
This action should strengthen your vision!
If not...
Click your heels three times for clarity.
And...
Do not believe I am embittered.
Or 'sweet'.
I've been mistaken for both too often.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Charles Carville's Eyes
A melanholy face Charles Carville had,
But not so melancholy as it seemed,
When once you knew him, for his mouth redeemed
His insufficient eyes, forever sad:
In them there was no life-glimpse, good or bad,
Nor joy nor passion in them ever gleamed;
His mouth was all of him that ever beamed,
His eyes were sorry, but his mouth was glad.
He never was a fellow that said much,
And half of what he did say was not heard
By many of us: we were out of touch
With all his whims and all his theories
Till he was dead, so those blank eyes of his
Might speak them. Then we heard them, every word.
poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson
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Kalt
He spoke to me on a hill
My ears ringing with his voice
I had to make a choice
To hold the truth, or to spill
The barrel of the gun to my head
I tremble, eyes closed, mouth quivers
The air is cold, I have the shivers
I knew, he wanted me dead
I clench my eyes, tears pull away
His voice lowers, no louder than the wind
He knows I have sinned
There's nothing left to say
I open my eyes, the gun in my hand
The man is gone, like time in the sand
poem by Matthew Peel
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Whatever You Like
I have two ears
I have to hear atleast twice.
You have no ears
Why should I speak?
See, Tears only
Rolling from my eyes
And I am unable to see.
You have big round eyes
You can also do
Whatever you like.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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O God Forgive Me
God have give me
mouth to said good and truly
eyes to see what happens in around me
ears to better hear of truth
heart to could feel the
brain to thought that
physical beauty to always grateful
but whether really i've done, my Lord?
o God - forgive me
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Mutuality
i like your ears
you think
i am just flattering you
i suggest
you see your ears
using my eyes
as your mirror
still you do not
trust me
how can you be so indifferent?
i will buy you a mirror,
and now
use it, see?
your ears are
so beautiful
because
they are deaf
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Suffering
a word from you
and then you stop
something choppy somewhere
inside your tongue
i like to listen more from you
cut, i am having a hard time,
what is it with you
that wants to hold me
i stop to listen again
some scratching sounds
from your hair
some gnashing from your teeth
i listen stilll cautiously
there are pauses,
you stretch your arms
trying to reach me
i tap my ears
there is this suppression
of meaning and then you finally open
your eyes
tears are falling
i see
your heart is broken and your
mouth haggles for words
your mind grasps for thoughts
for a love that they always
misunderstand. I see.
blood inside your mouth.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Open mouth
Open mouth
East west
North south,
Ears eyes
Nose tongue
Keep silence
Permission only
To the monk.
Nothing to hear
Nothing to see
Nothing to smell
Only feel
And tell.
You are only here
To make a tale
Out of this heaven
Out of this hell.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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