A pleasant voice, which has to include clear enunciation, is not only attractive to those who hear it... its appeal is permanent.
quote by Loretta Young
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That Voice Again
I want to be with you
I want to be clear
But each time I try
Its the voice I hear
I hear that voice again
Im listening to the conversation
Judge and jury in my head
Its colouring everything
All we did and said
And still I head that sharp tongue talking
Talking tangled words
I can sense the danger
Just listen to the wind
I want you close I want you near
I cant help but listen
But I dont want to hear
Hear that voice again
I want to be with you
I want to be clear
But each time I try
Its the voice I hear
I hear that voice again
Im hearing right and wrong so clearly
There must be more than this
Its only in uncertainty
That were naked and alive
I hear it through the rattle of a streetcar
Hear it through the things you said
I can get so scared
Listen to the wind
I want you close I want you near
I cant help but listen
But I dont want to hear
Hear that voice again
What I carry in my heart
Brings us so close or so far apart
Only love can make love
I want you close I want you near
I cant help but listen
But I dont want to hear
I hear that voice again
I want to be with you
I want to be clear
But each time I try
Its the voice I hear
I hear that voice again
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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One Clear Voice
The whole world is talking
Drowning out my voice
How can I hear myself
With all this noise
But all this confusion
Just disappears
When I find a quiet place
Where I can hear
(chorus)
One clear voice
Calling out for me to listen
One clear voice
Whispers words of wisdom
I close my eyes
till I find what Ive been missing
If Im very still, I will hear
One clear voice
Im always searching
For which path to take
Sometimes Im so afraid
To make mistakes
From somewhere inside me
Stronger than my fears
Just like the sound of music
To my ears, I hear
Chorus
song performed by by Peter Cetera
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The Next Voice You Hear
Gather your deeds and your possessions,
Whatever certainty youve known,
Forget your heroes,
You dont really need those lasting lessons.
Stand in the open;
The next voice you hear will be your own.
But, alright, they knew how they could hurt you,
And you let them cut you to the bone.
But God forbid,
You allow them to rid you of your virtue!
Forget their laughter;
The next voice you hear will be your own.
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear will be your own.
Throw down your truth and check your weapons.
Dont look to see if youre alone,
Just stand your ground,
And dont turn around -- whatever happens.
Dont ask directions;
The next voice you hear will be your own.
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear will be your own.
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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What actions are the most excellent? Those, certainly, which most powerfully appeal to the great primary human affections: to those
elementary feelings which subsist permanently in the race, and which are independent of time. These feelings are permanent and the same; that which interests them is permanent and the same also.
quote by Matthew Arnold
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What A Scary Thing
It is quite a fearful thing
When you're in the presence of the King
What a scary event
When you realize this body is just a tent
It is fearful to hear the voice of God
We say we want signs
We say we want miracles
Atheists say they want God to speak
But they, and we, know not what we ask
To hear Almighty God
This voice is still and small
But it sways the hearts of men
It demands action
Do you really want Him to speak?
Can you handle what He'll say?
Almighty God's voice
What a scary and awesome power
The voice that called the universe to be
Is the voice that's calling me
The voice that's calling you
I don't think you know what this means
This demands our lives
Our souls
Our everything
Are you ready for this voice?
Will you answer the call?
Now you know what you ask
So don't ask amiss
Know that you appeal to the greatest power
Of all
Humble yourself before Christ
And then boldly approach the throne of grace
That is all that you ask when you ask
To hear God
So be careful
The voice of God
What a scary thing!
And yet what a loving voice
Absolutely perfect
Love
Amen
poem by David Knox
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If I Dreamed
If I dreamed a dream
To top all others
It would include
Peace among brothers
If I dreamed a dream
That would last forever
It would include
Success in each endeavor
If I dreamed a dream
Of unfaltering love
It would include
The sunshine from above
If I dreamed a dream
Of never growing old
It would include
A kind heart of gold
If I dreamed a dream
Of laugher and wit
It would include
Sides that never split
If I dream a dream
Of my choosing
It would include
The hair I am losing
7/21/09
poem by Theresa Ann Moore
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An Old Man Wants Life To Be Pleasant
An old man wants life to be pleasant
He does not want to know too much
About the wars and conflicts of the world
He does not want to hear too much noise
He does not want to hear people argue
And know about other peoples quarrels
He wants life to be pleasant
He knows he will not save the world
The others will have to do that
He has done what he has done
And done it for a long time
It has made little difference
And what else he can do will make less-
He wants life to be pleasant-
Without disturbances and disorders
Without too many demands upon himself
Quiet
Able to do his own things
Not bothered
To sit at home when he wants
And walks when he wants
And talk with his wife when they both are at peace
Not to hear and know about all the problems even his own
To be pleasant
To be peaceful
Even if inside he knows its going wrong
Even if there is the pain
He wants it to be pleasant
For as long as it can be
Before its not.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Hear
(diana ross/stan scates)
What is this i hear
Falling softly in my ears
Quietly telling me to wipe away my tears
Yesterdays are gone
And love has cleared the way
No matter who you are
You can touch the stars
Life's interactions can make you smile
Just listen to the voice in your heart
The voice is near you, it's never too far
The voice is with you, where ever you are
It's closer than close, calling to your heart
I hear the voice of love
I hear the voice of love
The voice will never leave you
It lives deep down inside
It's calling you, asking you
To open up your heart
All things are achievable
Nothing is impossible
You can reach your highest high
You can make it if you try
Life's interactions can make you smile
Just listen to the voice in your heart
The voice is near you, it's never too far
The voice is with you, where ever you are
It's closer than close, calling to your heart
I hear the voice of love
I hear the voice of love
Follow where it leads you in the dark
The voice will guide your heart
The voice is always near
I hear the voice, i found the voice
From the mountains to the sea
The voice of love is calling me
Where ever you are, the voice is near you
It's never too far, the voice is with you
I hear the voice of love
I hear the voice of love
I hear the voice of love
song performed by by Diana Ross
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I Can Play (Lyrics) :
He didn't give himself up to fear.
And his voice had a life of its own.
He didn't give himself up for broke.
Just a man who played his guitar.
He said 'I can play the guitar', 'I can play it clear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the songs that you want to hear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play it clear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the songs that you want to hear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
He didn't give himself up to drinking beer.
His voice still had a life of its own.
And he didn't give himself up for smoke.
Just a man who played his guitar.
He said 'I can play the guitar'.'I can play it clear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the songs that you want to hear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play it clear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the songs that you want to hear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
He didn't give himself up to curcumstance.
Always tried to make it alone.
He didn't give himself up to telling lies.
His honesty was already shown.
Always kept himself up to par.
Just a man who played his guitar.
He said 'I can play the guitar'.'I can play it clear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the songs that you want to hear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play it clear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the songs that you want to hear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'...
Rock Lyric By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1987,2009..
ALL rights reserved..
poem by Kim Robin Edwards
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Each year we look for a big name that is attractive to the public and pleasant for the girls.
quote by Marcello Mastroianni
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No Voice
There are times when we feel
we have no voice
we are suffocated by circumstances.
Our voice is lost in the void;
we wander with eyes open
and no mouth for things to say.
Those around us are oblivious
that our presence is near.
We are invisible
with only our ears to hear.
We have no voice to shout our protests clear,
no voice to vent our anger at what we can hear.
Our voice is silenced by circumstances
some of which we do not understand.
We have no voice today or tomorrow,
and even if we had a voice
would it be heard?
Would our words fall
on vacant and deaf ears?
The question remain unanswered
for around us silence reins.
Silent as our protests
and frustration is all we gain.
One day our gag maybe lifted,
but will it be too late.
There maybe no one around us
and our anger will be lost,
lost in the silence when no one is there.
We can only hope that one day
when the silence clears
our voice among the millions
will finally be heard.
15 September 2009
poem by David Harris
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When In The Making Of Attempts
When in the making of attempts,
With intentions that had been premeditated.
What point is being made,
By the one deciding to provide a better attempt,
At a later date?
Who then would have the patience to wait?
Or believes one can produce,
Something that introduces one's best effort?
Unless one decides,
That the making of a first impression...
Is less effective than the making of a second.
And today,
Any sense being made at all...
Is a rarity that captivates and gets attention.
'Did you hear that? '
~No.
Hear what? ~
'Diction. Clarity. Enunciation with effectiveness.
A pattern of speech that is correct with vocal expression.'
~What should we do? ~
'I don't know.
I hope this is not an invasion.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Little Voice From My Past
When I hear your voice calling,
calling, 'Mama, mama please'
It's then I come a running
and get down on my knees.
I know I hear your voice.
It's calling to me now.
I don't know where you are baby
but I hear your voice somehow.
In my head I hear you.
Your voice is all that's left.
I keep it in my memory,
I am so bereft.
Please let your little voice
so little and so small
call 'Mama, mama please, '
so your voice I can recall.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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I Have A Voice Of My Own
I HAVE A VOICE OF MY OWN
I have a voice of my own
It is a small quiet voice
It does not know violent metaphor
And it cannot surprise very much
It is a small quiet voice
And a quite simple one
It loves to think it tells the truth of my soul
But no doubt it has its own forms of ironies and deceptions-
There are other voices much greater than it
Stronger voices and more poetic voices
And voices which rightfully more appeal to others
But my voice is my voice
And it is the one
I am trying to
speak to you with now.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The key of my inspiration…! ! ! !
I am just like a robot,
Whose key is inspiration?
From every good creation,
With always a new abbreviation,
And personification,
It should be a magical animation,
This becomes my key of animation,
It may or may mat include and force or friction,
But it include the right way and direction,
The person should have observation,
And also do correction,
It may include the process of addition,
Or I would directly find the way to elimination,
But this will give me new ray to my pat ion,
And always suggest me the right solution,
That will become the key of my inspiration.
poem by Simran Arora
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The seasons of life
It is so good to hear all the birds sing
and to feel the lovely warmth of spring.
To see beautiful flowers bursting through
and know that winter is now behind you.
To see the garden blossom more each day
and to know that summer is on its way.
Each season depicts life's various stages
for as time passes so the body ages.
The Springtime speaks of birth and youthful zeal.
Summer of warmth and loves attractive appeal.
Autumn of thinning hair and changing colour.
Winter tells us the cycle will soon be over.
Then with Jesus we'll hear the angels singing
as we enter heaven with new life springing.
No more affected by the aging process
for life everlasting in Him we'll possess.
White Shadows
When I was a young boy
I tried to listen
and I wanna feel like that
little white shadows
that sparkle and glisten
I'm part of a system plan
Do you ever feel like
there's something missing?
things you'll never understand
little white shadows that blink in the distance
part of a system plan
When all our fears are waking up
all the space they're taking up
I said I cannot hear you, you're breaking up
Ohhhh..
Maybe you get what you wanted
maybe you stumbled upon it
everything you ever wanted
in a permanent state
Maybe you'll know when you see it
maybe if you say it, you mean it
when you find that you keep it
in a permanent state
a permanent state
When I was a young boy
I tried to listen
I don't think I'll ever feel like that
We're part of the human race and
all of the stars and outer space
we're part of the system plan
When all our fears are waking up
and all the space, they're taking up
I said I cannot hear you, you're breaking up
Maybe you get what you wanted
maybe you'll stumble upon it
everything you ever wanted
in a permanent state
Maybe you'll know when you see it
maybe if you say it, you'll mean it
when you find that you keep it
in a permanent state
a permanent state
I swear I'm only seeing faces
tired of the human races
Oh, answer now is what I need...
See it in a new sun rising
see it breaking on your horizon
Oh, come on love, stay with me...
song performed by by Coldplay
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Nineteen
This is my voice,
Sad, prolonged, fever pitched,
With some intermittent turbulence
In between a concentrated discourse
But
Still in a slow, smooth, sailing like
A canoe on a very clear silent running river
And
Some rapids, and rocks somewhere, may distort,
This voice
Of mine,
Or
At the edge for which a waterfall rages,
This
Voice
Of
Mine,
May sound like a violent fall of a hundred heavy waters,
Not a drip, but a hundred heavy, heavy falling waters,
As though the whole word is falling down
On your
Shoulder,
This is my voice, sad, on a prolonged agony,
But somehow, when tickled may move into
A mystery, not discounting the possibility of
An ecstasy,
A fantasy,
And you, my love, my beautiful reader, may hear this voice
Speaking to you in a hush of silence,
This is my voice; hear it for what it is, that is all that I ask of you,
I am myself speaking. I am real, this voice of mine.
Listen to me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I will be speaking to you in my own voice
This is my voice,
Sad, prolonged, fever pitched,
With some intermittent turbulence
In between a concentrated discourse
But
Still in a slow, smooth, sailing like
A canoe on a very clear silent running river
And
Some rapids, and rocks somewhere, may distort,
This voice
Of mine,
Or
At the edge for which a waterfall rages,
This
Voice
Of
Mine,
May sound like a violent fall of a hundred heavy waters,
Not a drip, but a hundred heavy, heavy falling waters,
As though the whole word is falling down
On your
Shoulder,
This is my voice, sad, on a prolonged agony,
But somehow, when tickled may move into
A mystery, not discounting the possibility of
An ecstasy,
A fantasy,
And you, my love, my beautiful reader, may hear this voice
Speaking to you in a hush of silence,
This is my voice; hear it for what it is, that is all that I ask of you,
I am myself speaking. I am real, this voice of mine.
Listen to me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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This Is My Voice
This is my voice,
Sad, prolonged, fever pitched,
With some intermittent turbulence
In between a concentrated discourse
But
Still in a slow, smooth, sailing like
A canoe on a very clear silent running river
And
Some rapids, and rocks somewhere, may distort,
This voice
Of mine,
Or
At the edge for which a waterfall rages,
This
Voice
Of
Mine,
May sound like a violent fall of a hundred heavy waters,
Not a drip, but a hundred heavy, heavy falling waters,
As though the whole word is falling down
On your
Shoulder,
This is my voice, sad, on a prolonged agony,
But somehow, when tickled may move into
A mystery, not discounting the possibility of
An ecstasy,
A fantasy,
And you, my love, my beautiful reader, may hear this voice
Speaking to you in a hush of silence,
This is my voice; hear it for what it is, that is all that I ask of you,
I am myself speaking. I am real, this voice of mine.
Listen to me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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