What I am looking for... is an immobile movement, something which would be the equivalent of what is called the eloquence of silence, or what St. John of the Cross, I think it was, described with the term 'mute music'.
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In Our Eloquent Silence
in the silence of my eloquence
i hear the slow pace of our breath
as i rest my head on your heart
seeking asylum from the world
in the silence of your eloquence
i hear the murmur of your love
as you unravel my mysterious self
between your binding arms...
05mar2010
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poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Life's Garden
We all grow up in this Garden called Life,
There are many inner and outer strifes,
In the silence, in the silence,
In this beautiful Garden called Life!
There are weeds and pests in this Garden called Life,
They are know as ignorance, greed, and vice.
In the silence, in the silence,
In this beautiful Garden called Life.
Every garden needs sunshine and rain,
In this garden you will find joy and pain.
In this silence, in the silence,
In this beautiful Garden called Life!
Plant sparsely, your harvest will be a pittance,
Plant bountifully, your harvest will be munificence,
In this silence, in the silence,
In this beautiful Garden called Life!
Did you plant deeds of joy, love and peace?
Or did you drop seeds of hatred, conflict, and gloom?
The world will know by the plants' bloom.
In the silence, in the silence,
In this beautiful Garden called Life!
poem by Anna B. Kurzweil
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A Short Term Effect
Movement
No movement
Just a falling bird
Cold as it hits the bleeding ground
He lived and died
Catch sight
Cover me with earth
Draped in black
Static
White sound
A day without substance
A changeof thought
An atmosphere that rots with time
Colours that flicker in water
A short term effect
Scream
As she tries to push him over
Helpless and sick
With teeth of madness
Jump jump dance and sing
Sideways across the desert
A charcoal face
Bites my hand
Time is sweet
Derange and disengage everything
A day without substance
A change of thought
The atmosphere rots with time
Colours that flicker in water
A short term effect
A short term effect
A short term effect
An echo
And a stranger's hand
A short term effect
An echo
And a stranger's hand
A short term effect
song performed by by Cure
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Silence of the mute
Silence of the mute
among us the live
embracing our ways
betraying us all
That is the real terror
That is
Silence of the mute
poem by Vincent Armone
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The Cross
Two fallen twigs when kept across
Can form a cross;
Two blades of grass just put cris-cross
Becomes a cross.
Two fingers placed atop the next
Looks like a cross;
A wire-mesh has umpteen crosses,
Like stars the sky across.
The cross is symbol of Christians;
The cross is pride of all baptized;
The cross instills love of Jesus;
The cross is feared by all devils!
The cross is sign of faith in God;
The cross means sacrifice like Christ;
The cross reminds of victory over death;
Carry your cross and follow Christ.
The cross can save the worst sinner;
The cross is sign of after-life;
The cross means Christ is Son of God!
The cross leads always to heaven.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 10-30-2009
poem by John Celes
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Poem: Song to the Holy Cross
The cross of love:
The cross I love:
The cross I'd loved all life;
The wooden cross:
The holy cross:
The cross that bore man's strife.
The oaken cross:
The heavy cross:
The cross Jesus carried;
The cross on which
Christ Lord was nailed:
And bore man's sins indeed.
The cross of death:
The blood-stained cross:
The Savior, man, redeemed;
The cross of life's
Victory o'er death:
That souls on earth must heed.
poem by John Celes
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The Power of Silence
Silence is the element
In which great things fashion themselves.
The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sounds of silence.
Silence saved the man the thugs came for,
But the screaming fellow took the bullets
Silence a remedy for harm
Life is a pregnant silence.
Light silence, dark speech.
Stones are mute teachers;
They silence the observer,
And the most valuable lesson
We learn from them we cannot communicate
Silence alone is respectable and respected.
I believe God to be silence
poem by T. Ebi Ken Jemine
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Not a word He said
Before the Sanhedrin You spoke no word
and from Your lips no sound was heard.
Silent like a mute not a word was said
as awayto the cross, Lord You were led.
Your lips were silent and there came no sound.
In Your defence nothing was to be found.
As a lamb before the shearer is dumb
so from Your lips not a word was to come.
Angels were waiting for your bidding, Lord.
Silently You stood and spoke not a word.
You could have summoned that great army Lord.
They were ready and waiting for one word.
Silent there before Your accusers, Lord.
To their amazement You said not a word.
Louder than thunder was Your silence Lord.
Much more powerful than the spoken word.
Those gathered there did not understand why
You kept Your silence and did not reply.
Then there on the cross Your silence You broke.
'Father forgive them' were the words You spoke
A tribute to Ramana Maharshi
Movement, beautiful movement
comes out of stillness;
dancers know this;
sound, beautiful sound,
comes out of silence;
musicians, singers, know this;
what then, of stillness and silence?
Be still for a while;
be silent for a while;
and you will know
all you need to know
and the question, who am I?
is answered
in stillness, in silence,
in the riches of yourself;
in the treasure of yourself.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Voodooded Lips
VOODOODED LIPS
esspeecee …18.06.09.
In the mirror of silence
I’ll reflect you lips’ eloquence.
In the mirror of silence
I’ll blush-in by your lips’ glittrence.
In the mirror of silence
I’ll unfold your lips’ innocence.
In the mirror of silence
I’ll savor to the lees your lips’ elegance.
In the mirror of silence
I get psychic catharsis
In our lip lock reminiscences.
In the mirror of silence
I’ll siphon in your lips’ effulgence.
In the mirror of silence
I’ll grope your lips
In abyssal absence.
In the mirror of silence
My lips will coalesce
In your lips’ effervescence.
In the mirror of silence
I’ll be vortexed by
Lips’ psychedelic resonance.
In the mirror of silence
We’ll passionately hug
With sensuous confluence.
In the mirror of silence
I’ll smear lips by
Your lips’ fragrance.
In the mirror of silence
We’ll tie-up our lips
In Monalisian resemblance.
In the mirror of silence
I’ll fresco my lips
From your lips’ brilliance.
In the mirror of silence
My lips will stain
By your lips’ every essence.
I’m voodooded by:
In the mirror of silence,
Your lips’ excellence,
And deluxe luminance.
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poem by Dr. Sakti P. Chakravorty
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I listen to the silence
I Listen To The Silence
Darkness about me
In the somnolent silence
The silence has substance
As thick as can be
silence about me
as loud as a scream
In a nightmarish dream
It can terrify me
Silence has a feel
Of darkness in velvet cloaked
As a desperate cry being choked
Phantasmic, yet real
As Quiet surrounds me
The silence has substance
The absence of presence
is deafening to me
Sounds whispery as paper
Things scurry about me
Sounds, soft, sad and scaly
Like venom and vapour
Silence is sound incomplete
Silence whirs, silence hums
Silence throbs, silence thrums
Silence has it’s own heartbeat
Quiet has movement,
Tho’ever so slow
Quiet has substance
and how do I know?
I listen to the silence...
as you do also
poem by David Whalen
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Sonnet: Against Modern Poetry
If Poetry is ‘right words in right place, ’
Blank verse is not the best of Poetry!
It has a rhythmless/ meterless pace;
Where is the passion, art and beauty?
In construction, ’tis simulating prose;
Rhymeless, it has no music and is mute;
Just images, ’tis unscented a rose!
Without melody is it called a lute?
Where are the logic and the argument?
’Tis a train run on a meterless gauge!
Where is the moral? Where is the accent?
‘Vers libre’ is a parrot in a cage!
It fades like any other ‘mod’ fashion;
’Tis not holistic art but a fraction!
poem by John Celes
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A Deaf-Mute
A deaf-mute brings a cup of tea!
A cup of tea with love so rare;
Love uncommonly seen, I stare;
How do I thank her for her charity?
Often by her mother chided;
A servant in her own house, unpaid;
A deaf-mute, she remains, since birth!
Wearing a smile and full of mirth;
A face quite content to the core;
I want to love her all the more;
My heart with anguish wants to cry;
For unfair things, men often try;
To scores of deaf-mute creatures,
God, a DEAF-MUTE, Himself remains!
poem by John Celes
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I believe the term modulation denotes in music the uninterrupted shift from one key to another: I do not know the term for change of rhythm without change of measure.
quote by Allen Tate
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Music and silence combine strongly because music is done with silence, and silence is full of music.
quote by Marcel Marceau
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A Three-Minute Silence (Fun Poem 80)
I once bought a box filled
with old 45 vinyl singles
and buried there amongst them
was one simply called Three Minute Silence.
When I slipped on the record player
and between the hisses and the scratches
three-minute silence is all I got.
There was no music,
no voice raised to sing,
just nothing.
The other side had a tune
and it was so memorable
that I have forgotten what it was.
All I can remember
was the three-minute silence.
Peaceful and golden.
2 June 2008
poem by David Harris
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What Music Means To Me (Part.1 / 4)
I love music. Without music I would be nothing. Music is apart of my soal & personality. For me music comes naturally. I dont have to think to hard to come up with a song or tune. Music comes to me in plenty of diffrent ways. Like voice, movement, nature, instruments, and beliefs. No sound is alike, each one is diffrent..........
poem by Tashayla Cloud
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Games sometimes can reveal things. To watch someone in movement, unconscious movement, can be very stimulating and revealing, whether they win or not.
quote by John Turturro
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Caramia
Caramia
Blank notebook and a back pocket fade
You used to mock me
Sometimes I would cry
When I was home later
Cause you hurt my feelings
Why why why
(why why why)
You said write it down in your notebook
My wanna be harriet the spy
And some say your genius
(genius)
Is in your madness
(madness)
Will you get better
(will you get better)
And then will you leave us
(will you leave us)
How you mixed with the darkness
At such a young age
(until in your chemistry)
Until in your chemistry
(silence and violence)
Silence and violence
(silence and violence)
Turned silence to rage
(turned silence to rage)
Ah
Why are dreaming this
One shoe off
And a bridge to cross over
And where is your taxi fare
Are you left by yourself
Or left by your lover
(are you left by your lover)
For three nights straight now
I dream I kept both of my shoes
But Ive forgotten my lines
And Ive misplaced my cues
And theres a sea full of faces
And a show to go on
But Im struck mute at entrance
With nothing to draw from
There were the secrets
The big bang and the bigger joke
You seem to know all of them
Thats why injustice makes you red with choke
Yeah but you love like youre desperate
You dont know what love is
(if there was one thing)
And I thought if there was one thing I could give you
One thing I could give you
(if there was one thing)
Well maybe it was this
The head on the bed board
(sadness)
The anguished repeat
(sadness)
The sweat of our sadness
(sweat of our sadness)
And the twist of the sheets
(twist of the sheets)
I dont want whats best for you
Where will I be when youve found it
(where will I where will I)
You know I pray a lot about these bad feelings inside
(where will I where will I be)
I cant pray my way through or around it
Hey
Why are dreaming this
One shoe off
And a bridge to cross over
(and a bridge to cross over)
And where is your taxi fare
Are you left by yourself
(are you left)
Or left by your lover
(by yourself)
For three nights straight now
(left by your lover)
You know I keep both of my shoes
(Ive got bad feelings inside)
But Ive forgotten my lines
(I cant pray through)
Ive misplaced my cues
(I cant pray my way around it)
And theres a sea full of faces
And a show to go on
Im struck mute at entrance
With nothing to draw from
Nothing to draw from
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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