I always wondered what hearing one's own obituary might sound like, and I sort of feel like I may have just heard part of it at least.
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Before Action
We always had to do our work at night.
I wondered why we had to be so sly.
I wondered why we couldn't have our fight
Under the open sky.
I wondered why I always felt so cold.
I wondered why the orders seemed so slow,
So slow to come, so whisperingly told,
So whisperingly low.
I wondered if my packing-straps were tight,
And wondered why I wondered……Sound
went wild………
and order came…… I ran into the night,
wondering why I smiled.
poem by Leon Gellert
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Cat
I heard the sound of a screeching cat
and wondered why the sound?
I heard it again but didn't go out
because I was housebound.
I contented myself with this one thought.
Even if that cat happened to die,
he had 8 more lives that he could try.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Your Name
The most beautiful sound I've ever heard
is the sound that's contained in just one word,
Your name.
Your name I have said since we were young.
The feel of it as it rolls off my tongue
leaves me to wonder how it can be
that just your name is heaven to me.
It's short and it's sweet and when it's said
images of you are all in my head.
How you look in the morning light,
how you feel in the dark of night,
how you move from day to day,
how you know just what to say.
All of these things do remain.
They're part of all that keeps me sane.
Your name, Your name.
If all other sounds were taken away
and your name was the only sound to stay,
the glories of heaven would shine on my ears
as I heard your name
for the rest of my years.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Silence Is
Silence is sitting back in the recliner after a day
at work when the radio was too loud.
Silence is hearing the birds singing after hearing
neighbors bickering.
Silence is listening to beloved hymns after hearing
yourself complaining about things that cannot be changed.
Silence is reading the words of Rumi after reading news of
rape, murder and molestation.
When one is silent about another's wrongdoings, silence is
the sound of the devil shouting. So speak up, and he will
not be heard!
When one is silent in prayer and rest, silence is the sound
of God talking. So speak up, so He may be heard!
Yes, when God talks to you, let Him talk through you!
Be silent no longer!
poem by Greg Oosterhouse
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The Saturday Myth
My daily routine is
To offer morning prayers
In a temple
Run and maintained by a
Board of Trustees
That Saturday I went
With all devotion and enthusiasm
But only to see a display
That the temple will be non-functional
As mother of one trustees
Passed away and temple will be open
For public only after the obituary rites are over
It struck me then
There is a myth in this part of the country
That Saturday obituary noting
Does not go single
Some such reporting will also be soon heard
Returned home with disappointment
And telling myself that
Someone else too is dead somewhere
By the time I reached home
I received a call
Informing me the demise of
A first cousin of mine
Who is younger to me
Myth or message?
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Ive Been Hearing Things About You
Have I gone crazy
Is there someone new
Something strange is going on
Between me and you
But tell me baby
Tell me its not true
cause Ive been hearing things about you
Are you unhappy
Are you lonely too
Wont you tell me face to face
What youre gonna do
Well I still love you
But Im nobodys fool
Ive been hearing things about you
Yeah I heard Ive been dancin
When youre out there runnin round
And I heard youve been seein
Some stranger you have found
And I heard youve been thinkin
About tellin me were through
Yeah Ive been hearing things about you
Yeah I heard youve been thinkin
About tellin me were through
Ive been hearing things, oh I aint naming names
Ive been hearing things about you
song performed by by Vince Gill
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Sounds that should not be missed
Sound of blossom of a flower,
I desire to hear,
the sound of nature.
Sound of rain's glassy water drop,
over a roof's top,
the sound of joy.
Sound of beat of our heart,
through our ears caught,
the sound of wonder.
Sound of delicious supper in boil,
after a great day's toil,
the sound of hunger.
Sound of a mother's loving ballad,
hearing the cry of her toddler,
the sound of love! ! !
poem by Shyam Balaji
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We've Heard It All Before
Einstein, he said, nothings original
Find something new, That's easy for him to say
Took his whole life explaining his theory
Try squeezing your life into 3 minute songs like
"My love, your face is a symphony
You play the strings of my heart
Say that we never shall part
If you say goodbye, then I'll surely die without you"
Oh, we've heard it all before
Oh, we've heard it all before
Don't wanna hear it anymore
We've heard it, we've heard it (oy)
We've heard it, we've heard it (oy)
We've heard it, we've heard it (oy)
We've heard it, we've heard it (oy)
We've come a long way from mono to stereo
Mozart would freak at the crap on the radio
Hits all produced by computer technology
Stick it in one end, it comes out the other
"My love, your face is a symphony
You play the strings of my heart
Say that we never shall part
If you say goodbye, then I'll surely die without you"
Oh, we've heard it all before
Oh, we've heard it all before
Don't wanna hear it anymore
We've heard it, we've heard it (oy)
We've heard it, we've heard it (oy)
We've heard it, we've heard it (oy)
We've heard it, we've heard it (oy)
You plug us in and we regurgitate the hits
Bombard your senses with sound of microchips
Program it digitally into the top five
Brainwash your ears, is it tape or is it live?
Live, live, live, live, live, live, live, live, live
Oh, we've heard it all before, we've heard it, we've heard it
Oh, we've heard it all before, we've heard it, we've heard it
Don't wanna hear it anymore, we've heard it, we've heard it
Oh, we've heard it all before, we've heard it, we've heard it
Oh
song performed by by 10 Cc
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The Actor
The curtain rises on the scene
With someone shouting to be free
The play unfolds before my eyes
There stands the actor who is me
The sleeping hours takes us far
From traffic, telephones and fear
Put out your problems with the cat
Escape until a bell you hear
Our reasons are the same
But theres no-one we can blame
For theres nowhere we need go
And the only truth we know comes so easily
The sound I have heard in your hello
Oh, oh, darling, youre almost part of me
Oh, oh, darling, youre all Ill ever see
Ah, ah, ah
Its such a rainy afternoon
No point in going anywhere
The sounds just drift across my room
I wish this feeling I could share
Its such a rainy afternoon
She sits and gazes from her window
Her mind tries to recall his face
The feeling deep inside her grows
Our reasons are the same
But theres no-one we can blame
For theres nowhere we need go
And the only truth we know comes so easily
The sound I have heard in your hello
Oh, oh, darling, youre almost part of me
Oh, oh, darling, youre all Ill ever see
The sound I have heard in your hello
Oh, oh, darling, youre all Ill ever see
Oh, oh, darling, youre almost part of me
Ah, ah, ah
song performed by by Moody Blues
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I've sort of heard that ""it"" girl thing, but not really. Hearing it from a few people doesn't solidify it in my mind and I wouldn't know how to solidify that title. It's so elusive and what does it mean, I don't know?
quote by Rachel McAdams
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Expression Of Happiness
I feel like flying with the wind,
I feel like snowing all around.
I feel like seeing something new,
I feel like hearing nature's sound.
I feel like rowing the youngest boat,
I feel like roaring like the hound.
I feel like having a good night's sleep,
I feel like living in my hut.
I feel like rising ‘bove the odds,
I feel like making the sin-gate shut.
I feel like riding the success' horse,
I feel like cutting off the cut.
I feel like blowing my way out,
I feel like shutting the gates of doom.
I feel like fishing like the fish,
I feel like rooming like the room.
I feel like shining like the star.
I feel like grooming my entire groom.
If this is true then what not too? ?
If this is real, along the run.
Shall not envy with the thoughts within
My dream my rising with the sun.
poem by Osama Waqar
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Awareness
hearing the sound
of the feet
of the ant
pulling a crumb
of bread
on the floor
just right
below
my feet
and then
noticing
the feather
of the bird
you picked
yesterday
under the tree
while you
were walking
it has fallen
from your
table and
then it dropped
on the floor
beside the
red ant
you heard
the sound of
softness
and it was
very loud
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Quick Submission (relinquishing The Will & Gulping Down The Kool-aid)
have you a cough?
are you ill?
is something just not working the way it should
under the hood?
“believe what we believe & all will be better”
have you seen a tragedy that you just can’t understand?
have you wondered why there is so much violence in the world?
have you wanted peace at any cost, just to make it right?
“believe what we believe & all will be better”
do you feel that those you love are at risk of danger?
do you feel that as part of a group you will be stronger than you were
alone?
“believe what we believe & all will be better”
are you exhausted?
do you think that resistance is futile?
do you feel that giving up is the best way to go, because you don’t see any
way out anymore?
“believe what we believe & all will be better”
poem by Andrew Delapruch
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Sound
In this world
You might have heard
So many sound words
As there was a poet
Non -serious
Using only them
Without any sense
A complete nonsense
But have you ever heard
The sound of a breaking heart
It breaks like a mirror
And the images of memories
Are sent to the cosmos
Have you ever heard the sound of Recycle Bin
No reconciliation is possible
As it produces the sound of breaking friendship
Have you ever dream of breaking faith
It breaks with a cracking sound
When tablets of cyanides are spread in the wind.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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As the ink begins to run...! ! ! ! ! ! !
A sheaf of papers got swept with the breeze,
Like kites my poems took flight with ease.
I watched as drifted and fell to the ground,
On the freshly mowed grass, without a sound.
Is there anything new about my thoughts?
I wondered feeling a bit startled and distraught.
What ever makes me feel they are so very unique?
Aren’t they intrinsic part of being human, felt intrigued?
Dark clouds gathered and hid the setting Sun,
Soon light showers soaked the papers, ink began to run,
Like salty tears wet the cheeks of an overwhelmed heart.
How come I feel free … I muttered to no one with a start.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Do You Believe In Shame?
(lebon, rhodes, taylor)
Do you believe in love?
Do you believe in shame?
And if love can conquer all then why do we only feel the pain?
I heard you speak my name, heard you singing the stones,
Maybe heard you laughing in a line of static on my telephone
So why your eyelids are closed, inside a case of rust,
And did you have to change all your poets fire into frozen dust?
Ive tried to justify it, to learn from your mistake,
But wheres the stupid lie that has to make its point -
With such a pointless waste.
Come out...
Do you believe in shame?
Do you believe in love?
And if they taste the same would you love again or abandon both?
I dont think I ever can, belive my friend has gone,
Keep saying its alright,
Im going to bring you back but I know Im wrong.
Theres nothing I can say, theres nothing left to do
Its just that lately I feel so damn lonely when I think of you
And it may seem selfish now, but Ill hold on to the memory
Until all this fear is washed away
Do you believe in love?
Do you believe in life?
cos I believe a little part of you inside of me will never die..
cos I believe a little part of you inside of me will never die..
cos I believe a little part of you inside of me will never die..
cos I believe a little part of you inside of me will never... die.
song performed by by Duran Duran
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The singing falcon (hybridanelle)
I heard the falcon’s cry,
a myth of native lore
from high up in the sky
like a golden-hot ray
it came from the sun
at the break of day
sublime the notes came as I
walked the veldt, with beauty at the core.
I heard the falcon’s cry;
it was very high and far away
only a speck in the solar gradient,
it came from the sun.
I could not see it with my eye
it turned on upper winds to explore
from high up in the sky
it was triumphant, glowing radiant,
pure as light turned to sound
only a speck in the solar gradient,
the air was azure and the day was dry
and I was on the track of a lone lion before
I heard the falcon’s cry
and great beauty that I found
as if hearing a flying trumpet sing
pure as light turned to sound
I saw the soaring predator fly
with claws and beak ready to gore
from high up in the sky
and it made my ears ring,
inside its resonance
as if hearing a flying trumpet sing
a thing no money could buy
or imitate in a musical score.
I heard the falcon’s cry
from high up in the sky
pristine without dissonance
like a golden-hot ray
inside its resonance
at the break of day.
[References: The Singing Hawk by Roy Campbell. With great thanks to Ronald Peat for his help.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Whisper My Name
I heard a freight train out across the way
I heard a woman sing amazing grace
I heard a night bird call to its mate
When I heard you whisper my name
I heard freedom break its chain
A
I heard a heart beat where once on sound remained
I heard angels rise and praise
When I heard you whisper my name
Chorus:
I heard music bring a heart of stone to tears
I heard peace ring like an anthem through the years
And I heard hatred fall from grace
When I heard you whisper my name
Beating softly against the waves
Fell a sound of an early morning rain
And though the lighting and thunder came
I still heard you whisper my name
And I heard angels rise and praise
When I heard you whisper my name
song performed by by Randy Travis
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Wondrous Stories
I awoke this morning
Love laid me down by a river.
Drifting I turned on upstream
Bound for my forgiver.
In the giving of my eyes to see your face.
Sound did silence me
Leaving no trace.
I beg to leave, to hear your wonderous stories.
Beg to hear your wonderous stories.
He spoke of lands not far
Or lands they were in his mind.
Of fusion captured high
Where reason captured his time.
In no time at all he took me to the gate.
In haste I quickly checked the time.
If I was late I had to leave to hear your wonderous stories.
Had to hear your wonderous stories.
Hearing
Hearing
Hearing your wonderous stories.
Hearing your wonderous stories.
It is no lie I can see deeply into the future.
Imagine everything
Youre close
And were you there to stand
So cautiously at first and then so high.
As he spoke my spirit climbed into the sky.
I bid it to return
To hear your wonderous stories.
Return to hear your wonderous stories.
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
song performed by by Yes
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Wondrous Stories
I awoke this morning
Love laid me down by a river.
Drifting I turned on upstream
Bound for my forgiver.
In the giving of my eyes to see your face.
Sound did silence me
Leaving no trace.
I beg to leave, to hear your wonderous stories.
Beg to hear your wonderous stories.
He spoke of lands not far
Or lands they were in his mind.
Of fusion captured high
Where reason captured his time.
In no time at all he took me to the gate.
In haste I quickly checked the time.
If I was late I had to leave to hear your wonderous stories.
Had to hear your wonderous stories.
Hearing
Hearing
Hearing your wonderous stories.
Hearing your wonderous stories.
It is no lie I can see deeply into the future.
Imagine everything
Youre close
And were you there to stand
So cautiously at first and then so high.
As he spoke my spirit climbed into the sky.
I bid it to return
To hear your wonderous stories.
Return to hear your wonderous stories.
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
song performed by by Yes
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