Walls don't have ears but they hear, they don't have mouths but they speak.
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Between Walls Between Walls
walls around us
always walls around us
morning till noon
till night walls always walls between
us i try to inser some words
of consolation between us
all walls rain walls between us
there is no word for us
for it
we, it, we, us, there is nothing
between us
air, between, us, air, air, air,
between us, still walls, walls,
speak, speak
why, why are these walls still walls
between us
i guess, you are dead, then
cogito, eureka,
will i be a happy man then?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Leaning On The Wall
you see me leaning
on the wall
you think that i am
about to faint
and you signal
if you can help
but i am quick
with my hand
waiving
no i am alright
i am feeling the wall
i am listening
to its ears
there is this
hardness on walls
that i like to know
there is this
silence of the walls
that i like to hear
from its very ears
you think i am
weak and sick
you think i am
the one that
darwin says
may be
exterminated
come to think of it
these walls
are the walls
built by my father
and his father's father
they feel my body
and they say
i am doing well
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Psalm 81
In the midst of the noise I speak to you
Open your ears and hear my voice
I removed your shoulder from the burden
And yet I do not hear my children rejoice
I hear them complain and grumble aloud
They are blinded by their own desire
Their mouths confess but their hearts deny
Yet still by night they follow the fire
My heart was to give you milk and honey
And to give you the finest wheat
You could have stood and saw the power of God
And watch your enemies fall to defeat
Yet even now I speak to you
I would fill you with passion and desire
Humble yourself before the Lord
And I will fill you with a fire
poem by Frank McEleny
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Three silly monkeys
See no evil!
Speak no evil!
Hear no evil!
Preached a sage
Three monkeys heard and became impressed
They started practising the given rules
Without giving any deeper thought
As incapable they were, to do so
Each time they saw something thing they considered evil
They closed their eyes
Each time they heard of evil
They closed their ears
Any mentioning of the evil
And they covered their mouths
Interpreting the teaching
As best as they could
One day they heard the roar of a cheeta
Which sounded so sinister
Immediately they covered their ears
They felt the impulse to speak
About the evil that neared
But instead
They put their hands on mouths
They saw Cheeta approaching
But followed the golden teaching
By closing their eyes
Certain they were
That sage’s teachings were to save
And Evil was to disappear
But the beast came
Devoured all three silly monkeys
Everything in this world has two sides to look upon, many in this world consider and portray these monkeys as three wise ones, question is, how you would rank them!
The Wall Have Ears
The walls have ears, ears that hear each little sound you make
Every time you stamp through a lamp and every cup and dish you break
But they can't hear a kiss or two arms that hold you tight
So come on baby, don't fight tonight
The walls have ears, better think before you fling that shoe
If you part my hair with a chair, they'll spread the news to Timbuktu
But they can't hear a kiss or two arms that hold you tight
So come on baby, don't fight tonight
Jets can fly, fast and high, rockets can go even faster
But they can't catch or even match sound traveling through plaster
The walls have ears, ears that hear each little sound you make
Every time you stamp through a lamp and every cup and dish you break
But they can't hear a kiss or two arms that hold you tight
So come on baby, don't fight tonight
Just in tonight
Don't fight tonight
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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If These Walls Could Speak
If these old walls,
If these old walls could speak
Of the things that they remember well,
Stories and faces dearly held,
A couple in love
Livin week to week,
Rooms full of laughter,
If these walls could speak.
If these old halls,
If hallowed halls could talk,
These would have a tale to tell
Of sun goin down and dinner bell,
And children playing at hide and seek
>from floor to rafter,
If these halls could speak.
They would tell you that Im sorry
For bein cold and blind and weak.
They would tell you that its only
That I have a stubborn strreak,
If these walls could speak.
If these old fashioned window panes were eyes,
I guess they would have seen it all--
Each little tear and sigh and footfall,
And every dream that we came to seek
Or followed after,
If these walls could speak.
They would tell you that I owe you
More than I could ever pay.
Heres someone who really loves you;
Dont ever go away.
Thats what these walls would say.
They would tell you that I owe you
More than I could ever pay.
Heres someone who really loves you;
Dont ever go away.
Thats what these walls would say.
Thats what these walls would say.
Thats what these walls would say.
song performed by by Amy Grant
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The Walls Have Ears
(words & music by bennett - tepper)
The walls have ears, ears that hear each little sound you make
Every time you stamp through a lamp and every cup and dish you break
But they cant hear a kiss or two arms that hold you tight
So come on baby, dont fight tonight
The walls have ears, better think before you fling that shoe
If you part my hair with a chair, theyll spread the news to timbuktu
But they cant hear a kiss or two arms that hold you tight
So come on baby, dont fight tonight
Jets can fly, fast and high, rockets can go even faster
But they cant catch or even match sound traveling through plaster
The walls have ears, ears that hear each little sound you make
Every time you stamp through a lamp and every cup and dish you break
But they cant hear a kiss or two arms that hold you tight
So come on baby, dont fight tonight
Just in tonight
Dont fight tonight
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Walls
Do walls have ears?
Can they hear what is said?
And if they hear what people say
do they wish their ears away?
Do walls have eyes?
Can they see what people do?
And if they see what people have done
do they wish their eyes could run?
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Secret Police
They are listening in the wires,
in the walls, under the eaves
in the wings of house martins,
in the ears of old women,
in the mouths of children.
They are listening to this now.
So let's hear it for the secret police,
a much misunderstood minority.
After all, they have their rights,
their own particular ways of seeing things,
saying things, cooking things,
they too have a culture uniquely their own.
; And we think
they should have their own state
where they could speak their own
incomprehensible tongues, write
their confessions, their own unknown histories,
cultivate their habits of watching
by watching each other, and fly
their own flags there, at attention
on parade in their medals at their monuments
on their secret anniversaries, making speeches,
singing praises to the God of Paranoia.
And at the end of the day
bury their dead, publish coded obituaries
to each other, and rest at last
in their own kind of peace, forever.
You and your Career
Your ears were choosing what to hear,
When mighty jungles claimed noises,
The reason behind the brain and what is clear.
My sight detained me and made me disappear,
Where was I situated, afterwards with afterimages?
Your ears were choosing what to hear.
Your instrument is heavenly in this world and atmosphere,
Like music has spoken and never abuses,
The reason behind the brain and what is clear.
I ride on a faith too majestic and pure to adhere,
Such innocence exhibits the advantages,
Your ears were choosing what to hear,
My mind is passing a test, like drinking beer,
Inner fighting has survived the ambushes,
The reason behind the brain and what is clear.
I can never refuse a man to speak about a career,
The laughing is acted due to this and never ceases,
Your ears were choosing what to hear,
The reason behind the brain and what is clear.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Disciples Of Silence
the disciples of silence,
speak not with their mouths...
for their hands speak the language
of the heart,
and their feet that of the soul.
whose prayers are written by ears,
whose breath is always shared.
whose eyes are open windows,
whose god smells of human need.
whose actions be but forgiveness,
whose thoughts are not restrained.
the disciples of silence keep walking...
living in constant dialogue,
they have no need for words!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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If You Don't From Them Leave!
When mouths are open and ears are closed...
Walk away from this.
Do not hesitate,
As if waiting for this to change.
Walk away from this.
People have been conditioned and trained,
Not to hear or further listen.
Pieces of what they miss is impatiently dismissed
Walk away from this.
When mouths are open and ears are closed...
People will choose ignorance to expose.
Since they have been conditioned to not listen.
And folks convinced like these...
Will bring you to your knees,
If you don't from them decide you should leave!
If you don't from them leave! ,
You're doomed to grieve.
Minds like these are locked without a key.
Walk away from this.
People have been conditioned and trained,
Not to hear or further listen.
Pieces of what they miss is impatiently dismissed
Walk away from this.
Before your life becomes a misery.
And choose to move and do it instantly.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thru These Walls
I can hear thru these walls
I can hear it when theyre foolin around
I can hear thru these walls
And I hear evry sign, evry sound
I can hear thru these walls
In the dark with the shades pulled down
Evry word that they say
Evry noise they make feels its coming my way
My favrite moment
Putting the glass up next to the wall
Imagination
Tho I see nothing, I hear it all
Putting my sign up
Do not disturb me, speak or shout, inside out
Oh mind my clothes, theyre all laid out
I can see thru my windows
I can see the girls and the boys
I can see thru my windows
And I can imagine the noise
I can see thru my windows
I can see them playing with toys
Oh I hope it wont end
If I promise not to touch, just be a friend
Life is so lonely
I dont get high off just being me
I like pretending
Wanting to touch them, wanting to see
Its only normal
Creeping behind you, now dont shout, cos its alright
They keep the windows locked and the door shut tight
Oo Im feeling like Im locked in a cage
No way in, no way out, and it gets so lonely
Am I really asking a lot
Just to reach out and touch somebody
cos when I look thru my windows or open my door
I can feel it all around me
I can hear thru these walls
I can hear it when theyre foolin around
I can hear thru these walls
And I hear evry sight, evry sound
I can hear thru these walls
In the dark with the shades pulled down
Evry word that they say
Evry noise they make feels its coming my way
Ah yeah...
song performed by by Phil Collins
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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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Walls
Walls of stone and walls of brick,
Some walls thin and some walls thick,
Walls so high and walls so low,
Walls to hide and walls to show.
Walls quite short and walls quite tall,
Some walls, last well, some walls fall,
Walls for comfort, walls of hate,
Walls for security, walls ornate.
Some as a barricade, some to support,
Walls of wood and walls of iron wrought,
Walls as a barrier, walls to enclose,
Some are to sit on, some to lean and doze.
Walls we build ourselves, these aren't good,
Walls for privacy, walls that have stood,
So many years through weather foul or fine,
Walls, that are yours, walls that are mine.
Brick by brick they are built to last,
Whether built now or in the past,
They shelter us from so many things,
And shield us from whatever this life brings.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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The Sands Of The Times
i watch you
with a burden,
a big stone and a rope
your neck is thin,
the skin is white and smooth
over there is another
pitiful creature
with another burden
a sword hangs over his head
dwindling
we are watching one another
on a Thursday noon
we are all three
Sufferers
our mouths are gagged
we cannot speak
if only our eyes can speak
the language of the
helpless and the
maimed
the world's ears could have
cracked its
drums
the world's indifference
conceals us
and when we die
we are erased like bad marks
on the sand
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Shouts Of The Maddening Crowd
on this day i hear them
the maddening crowd shouting inside
an enclosure of the town
betting on who wins this time
the winner that takes it all
and the loser
who cries alone
it is the same crowd who tells you who you must be
what to do
what to be
to be just like one of them in greed and gamble
they have a thousand eyes and their mouths speak to you
in unison
dare not run against their wishes
lest you be an outcast with all you possess stripped away from you
your name your past and if you stay a little longer
your future
today, it is all over, i am planning my escape
to the place of my silence
where i can speak and hear what i am speaking
where i can be brave where at last i can just be myself
there i am an island that even you cannot touch
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Here and Now
I adore your loveliness
Within the boundaries
Of my ordinary eyes,
Within the bound
Of an unbound ocean,
Within the reach
Of a receding horizon.
I hear your words of beauty
Within the audible range
Of my mortal ears,
For your words reverberate
Long after you speak
On the inner walls of my soul.
I smell your passionate breath
With the certitude
Of an irrepressible jasmine,
For I am not the Himalayan deer
To be misled by my own musk.
I love you
With the immediacy
Of here and how,
For I know not
What lies beyond
Or beneath.
Speak To Me
Speak to me when you're feeling alone
Hurt or lost you're thrown
Speak to me when all else fails
And nobody seem to listen
Speak to me when I'm the one you trust
Speak to me I'm all ears
Have no fears
I'm listens
Don't hold back
I won't attack
poem by Raesheka Antwine
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