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God transforms, so to speak, this air into words, into various sounds. He makes you understand these various sounds through the modifications by which you are affected.

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“Sweet Sounds of Joy”

Sounds of joy, sounds of joy
Oh how I love to hear sweet sounds
Of joy

Sounds of joy, sounds of joy
Oh how I love to hear momma sing
In her morning voice

Sounds of joy, sounds of joy
Oh how I love to be in the presence
Of these sounds of joy

Sounds of joy, sounds of joy
Oh how I love sweet sounds of joy

poem by Va Rockeya Foy
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Oh These Poets And Their Sounds

OH THESE POETS AND THEIR SOUNDS

Oh these poets and their sounds
Their distant rhythms
Which take your soul away-

Oh these poets and their sounds
And the longing to be
One of them-

Oh this poet
And all his cry of loneliness-

Oh these poets and their sounds,
And he in his own small voice
Crying out lonely words
Before his own lonely page.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Beat Me Up With Your Modifications

Beat me up with your modifications,
With your sense of falsities..
But,
What you see in me is what you get.
I don't allow an adjective to upset me.

Beat me up with your modifications
With your sense of falsities..
But,
No matter what you do I'll be the same.
Even though I'm tired of playing your games.

Beat me up with your modifications,
To change my feelings for you...
And,
I'll be the one to oblige and comply.
With a justified feeling of leaving you too!

Beat me up with your modifications,
With your own sense of falsities..
But,
What you see in me is what you get.
I don't allow an adjective to upset me...
That easy,
To please a demented ego!

So...
Beat me up with your modifications,
To change my feelings for you...
And,
I'll be the one to oblige...
'Cause,
I'm not that one you can fit with pity.
No...
I'm not the one you can stick with your sick pity.

Beat me up with your modifications.
Beat me up with your modifications.
But I'm not the one you can kick it with.
I'm not the one you can kick it with,
No...
I'm not the one you can stick it with,
Your pity!

So...
Beat me up with your modifications.
Beat me up with your modifications.
But I'm not the one you can kick it with.
I'm not the one you can kick it with,
No...
I'm not the one you can stick it with,
Your pity!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sounds Of Reality

You want to sit in silence
just to gather your thoughts,
however you know that something
will shatter that shell apart.
The silence that you crave
will vanish in sounds of reality.

You want to sit without
any outside influence
invading your shell of silence
you have built around yourself.
Sadly the inevitable will happen
and the shell will be shattered.

The sounds of reality
creep into our lives
in those precious moments
when we need to be
alone with our thoughts
and as quiet as can be.

Some don’t understand
the quiet distance others need
and invade it with idle noise
from their chatter to a TV blast
which will shatter your silence shell
with the sounds of reality.

You feel like shouting
get out of my space
and leave me alone,
but then you doubt
if they will understand
and you suffer in the sounds of reality.

24 September 2010

poem by David Harris
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Execute The Sounds

I'm on a mad style
Underground, we come cool and deadly
With that natural sound
It make you feel so free, you no turn it down
Vibe 6-19 from the Southtown
And Jah know, what I and I wanna do
Because Jah know, I am man stay true
You know Jah know, the real who is who
Ain't no time to fake it, make ya feel brand new
It goes 1,2,3. The crew is called P.O.D.
And if you wanna go to the tip top
Break it down, with that one drop - Whyoo
Execute the sounds, and positive come around
Impact the sounds, positive all around
Execute the sounds, and positive come around
Impact the sounds, positive all around
Now why mess me, try to take his crown.
Babylon test me, we gonna smash em down
Original O.G. this is my playground
Don't take me seriously, you gonna feel it now
I man, you know the harder they come
Because I man, I'm gonna get the job done
You know I man, no they don't want none
Me never have to cheat cause me already won.
19'04, home to the real hardcore.
And you don't wanna sleep, don't talk
I'll break you down with that one drop - Whyoo
Execute the sounds, and positive come around
Impact the sounds, positive all around
Execute the sounds, and positive come around
Impact the sounds, positive all around
Execute the sounds, and positive come around
Impact the sounds, positive all around
Execute the sounds, and positive come around
Impact the sounds, positive all around

song performed by by P.O.D.
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Showing her teeth pearls!

I heard some wonderful sounds
floating through the air into my ears;
Is it her anklets made of fine sounds....!
Is it her bangles made such sounds..!
Or is it the sounds of dropped coins;

I am puzzled and turned around,
I could not find anybody,
Suddenly there appeared a beautiful girl,
She came giggling with a broad smile,
Showing her teeth pearls!

poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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More people need to understand the games secular liberals play. Here's one rule-of-thumb: No matter how bad a story sounds - particularly if it sounds bad - recognize the pattern of defamation.

quote by Marvin Olasky
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Also in Norah Jones, now there's a voice that sounds and I don't mean disrespect but sounds a hundred years old that sounds incredibly experienced. It's just an exciting time.

quote by Gerry Beckley
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In English, the sounds and melodies I created were an inspiration to me, and words came to me as I explored the sounds, and from there I was able expand on the meaning.

quote by Utada Hikaru
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(Better) Done Than Said

(better) done than said

the sounds between the lines
of the words i speak
reminds me of the lines
i spoke in thought and trials
and the lines
within the sounds of spoken word
touched mine heart
mine dreadlocks started skanking in joy
of the music in mine thought
but til done, i thought

next to mine were time and rhythm
for less than never it were missing
the sense to do than say
and mine legs kept me in transit
mine hands touched to pick a way
whence my eyes long seen
besides, talk were amass
done; far less
than which that caught mine
til done, i do and did
done than said

the inner mine person done me
a thought to catch mine power
and grab to proceed a synergy of our
own belief to mine self and stronger
than the sounds behind the lines
of the words i speak
but from the deep lines
of the metaphor, line by talk
with mine hands holding that thought
to keep it moving and done
long before said, as done

opn01112012/0849

poem: (better) done than said

'roots of mine tree' book no.12 of 2012
november 2012

ntema's unique poetry

poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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Word Storm (The creation of a poem)

At first the sky is crystal blue
and the sun hangs high,
in the way that it
always take.

Specks of white clouds appear
and more and more
are creeping near.

The clouds are getting heavy and dark
and suddenly the sky
is filled and the sun
is blanketed out.

The screen is blank
and words are sweeping in
till suddenly the image
is near and by itself
become words and lines
and maybe rhymes
and subject and language
and verse structures itself.

Drops of rain
starts to fall
and drops turn into
a blizzard of words,
that finds their mark
and dropp down as sounds
and transforms on paper
to a symphony of words.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Thoughts On The Sounds of Silence

The sounds of silence beacons me.
Like the flight of a bumble bee.
For my life is in a quandary. And I am the one who is confused.
All the noise I here has me transfused.
The constant noise is like a cancerous ooze, someone mused.
All this noise has everyone confused.
I pray to God above to bestow me with the sounds of silence.
All human life is in the balance.
With the sounds of silence I believe peace surrounds us.
About this subject I must confess, I need to access.
I must admit that the sounds of silence is for me.
On the sounds of silence many of us do agree
That peace and love needs to be in great balance.
Without the sounds of silence there would be a major imbalance.

poem by Nichole Kaci McKnight
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Sounds explode

I.
Sounds explode
The science of pronunciation
Exposed.
Force explains when Rs are rolled.
Glory teaches the words
To find their lesser forms.
Prosody tastes of the intensity
Of vowels.
Tones’ rhythm are laid down
By letters and text moving around.
The quantity of speaking tongues
When weeping the significance of the word
Hum is an acceptable treasury
As the word cum.

II.
The third word creature born
Commonly called poems
Are formed by the
Supramundane foot formed
Yonder sun that glows
Gift of counterbalance of sounds
The poet gives to you
Salutation thee fourth foot
Desired of words flourish from the root
Large quantity of sounds as fuel
Some in pure decay
The oldest breath of the play.

III.
Greatest abode the animal soul
Considered the animal semen
Sounds, sounds, sounds
Bounded and endowed
Procreation of attribute vowels
Dump breath breathing
Vital nakedness proceeding on different paths
Leaves in their wake
On the breath the first animal sounds.

poem by David E. Patton
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To Regina Spektor

Words
Smart, surprising, naive
Words
That can reach so deep
That have no pretense
That at times make no sense
At first
At third
But then they do
Words
That can be so dark
Or witty
Or be so true

Sounds
To laugh and to cry
And to dream
And to pine
Sounds
That were born in a beautiful mind
That fly
From piano afar
Carrying my heart...

One song, third minute -
Falling in love with you was so easy, Regina.

poem by Anna Kirshenbaum
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Saturday

Saturday began just the same as other days
But ended up different in many ways
Love is in my world since saturday
Mornin came but somehow it didnt seem the same
The sadness of friday had somehow changed
To the happy sounds of saturday
Saturday, ever-loving saturday
I whistle to bluebirds
I tried to tell them how you brought me sunshine
My heads filled with new words
That sing to the sounds of happy day after friday
(*) come and see the flowers of love she gave to me
The touches of laughter and harmony
To the happy sounds of saturday
Saturday, ever-loving saturday
My heads full of new words
Sing to the sounds of the day after friday
Day after friday
Repeat (*)
Saturday, saturday, ever-loving saturday

song performed by by Carpenters
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Sounds

What are the sounds we love to hear,
the sounds that bring us joy?
They are all the sounds we've listened to,
sounds that don't destroy
how you feel or how you react
when they reach your ear.
They touch a certain part of you
that sometimes brings a tear
of joy.

A child's laughter so innocent and pure,
a rolling wave down at the shore,
a sound of comfort from a spoken word,
a sound of wind chimes in the air,
a sound of silence while in prayer,
a sound of white noise when you sleep,
a sound of joyful tears you weep.

These sounds and many, many more
can change a person's mood.
They soothe your body and your mind
so nothing can intrude
upon your joy.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Loves Cacophony

For a love which seems so simple
That with quiet ease it must ring true
A rousing chorus does sound
Which deafens the calls of sanity
Should love be an illness of the mind
A sick note to the heart
Let it play and be sung in my own
That I am maddened by the sounds
The words of love which speak
Make no sense but to themselves
The song of which this word does sing
Let me be lost in their melody
Confused in their chorus
And drawn to their verse
Oh the words and sounds of love
How simple they claim to be
I find myself happily lost
In loves cacophony

poem by Matthew Holloway
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True Laughter

So that's what it sounds like.
True Laughter.
I don't hear it that often.
Even when I do, it's quickly silenced,
usually by someone to afraid to let their guard down.
It sounds like running through the rain,
hands locked with friends that embrace who you are.
The friends that see through the stranger
that sometimes takes your place.
They don't even realize he's there
because truthfully,
he's not.
It sounds like tripping down memory lane,
reminiscing and smiling at awkward photos.
It sounds like talking to an old mentor that hasn't changed.
You show up on their doorstep two years late for class
and they still welcome you in.
It sounds like hot soup eaten in cold clothes;
sipping hot chocolate while watching
video tapes of an old friendship.
You smile and laugh,
because it was there and you had forgotten it existed.
Soon everyone's laughing because it was
and it is.
Then you realize
it always will be.
Huh
So that's what it sounds like.
True Laughter.

poem by Cary Kelly
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Here We Go, Again!

Speak up I can't hear you,
With those mumbles done.
Do you seek my attention,
With those mumbles done.
And why is it you whisper,
With those mumbles done.
What is it that you're hiding...
And,
Who is it from.
What is it that you're hiding...
And,
Who is it from.
Speak up I can't hear you,
With those mumbles done.
Do you seek my attention,
With those mumbles done.
And why is it you whisper,
With those mumbles done.
What is it that you're hiding...
And,
Who is it from.
What is it that you're hiding...
And,
Who is it from.

You are getting on my nerves,
With those mumbles done.
Do you expect to be heard,
With those mumbles done.
Are you on the run,
With those mumbles done.
And if you're on the run,
Who is it from?

That marbled gobble sounds like garble.
With no listening done.
That marbled gobble sounds like garble.
With no listening done.
That marbled gobble sounds like garble.
With no listening done.
And I wont be the one to strain,
For what comes.

Here we go,
Again!
Speak up.
Speak out.

Here we go,
Again...
Speak up I can't hear you,
With those mumbles done.
Do you seek my attention,
With those mumbles done.
And why is it you whisper,
With those mumbles done.
What is it that you're hiding...
And,
Who is it from.