Silences have a climax, when you have got to speak.
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Will Silences Not Speak?
WILL SILENCES NOT SPEAK..?
&
will silences not speak? -
if they have spoken..
why then these queries,
'why is he not speaking? '-
when even his own voice
has become alien to himself
seriously doubts he his own utterances-
have we not seen the dust
settling slowly, steadily and uniformly
on glittering surfaces-
likewise silly thoughts on his heart-
in the prolonged hours of wintry nights
are we not familiar with dew pearls
sitting prettily holding hands snugly
on the palms of the leaves?
likewise are not my dumb words?
but when and which sun would translate
my voiceless words into audible realities?
-s.chandra kalaadhar
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar

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Language of Silence
Silence
a brief pause in a raging fury
Silence
a calmness of steel in euphoric glory
Silence
amidst the passing of gigantic ocean
Silence
in revoking the almighty in full devotion
Silence
a grimace of a mask to hide the pain within
Silence
a quiet confidence after a tough win
Silence
in the gentle fire and devouring flame
Silences
in the glory and recall of lovely name
Silences
in a catsatrophe over mindless disaster
Silences
in the journey to salvation and life thereafter
Silences
in the anthem of nations pride and challenge reckoning
Silences
post the cacaphony after pangs of soul awakening.
poem by Nitin Suresh

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0013 And, Friend...
and if you wonder, friend, why I begin
a poem thus – you are to understand
that it’s as if
we have been close friends all our life,
friends, as Kabir defined a friend
as if no-one ever tried to speak of friend before –
friends, who share the silences between their words
as much as sharing their most inward thoughts;
so, our conversation’s just as much
a continuation of our friendship,
wasting no time in speaking passing things,
sharing some new thought in turn
and asking more for listening
than easy agreement for politeness’ sake;
for, we’re listening to the allness of the all -
all that has been said and
all that cannot yet be said
but thought in silences, in pauses between speech,
all that we might say
when we find words in which to say it,
and because
there’s not much time, to say what we would say
and so, we speak of that which time
can never steal; so there is always time
to speak, and hear the silence
out of which speech comes;
listening for the unspoken
bringing miracles
poem by Michael Shepherd

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A show is like having a climax. It's like having an incredible, natural climax. And then suddenly it's all finished, and you don't know what to do next.
quote by Rod Stewart

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Bare The Moment
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seized qualities
silences
praises
ovations
stunned silences
may proceed
long loud
standing crowd
enthusiastic
cheering
shou ting
applauding
immortalized
hon our the moment
bare the moment
embrace the moment
before silences erupt
poem by Terence George Craddock

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There are silences that speak volumes as there are words that mean nothing.
quote by Edith Piaf

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The climax before death
Death is the goal for living things.
Each death has a climax on the eve.
The hero succumbs in the climax.
How horrible it'd be is one's fate.
23.01.2012.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

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The Night, Glorious, Unbending
The night, glorious, unbending,
Takes and gives nothing away
The night, silent, refuses the alms offered by day
Day, loquacious, has questions and answers
But the night doesn't even ponder
Looks far ahead, yonder
Night silently turns away.
Day is curious about these silences
That stretch into infinity: silences that stretch
Until the pale dawn arises
Silences that from ages past and ages to come
Are the very inscrutable embodiment
Of what the night has become.
poem by Rani Turton

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Natural
Nature and you
don't control yourself
let nature control you
your climax isn't defined by yourself
your climax will be recognized after death
Speak With Kindness (Or Do Not Speak At All)
speak with kindness,
or do not speak at all.
speak not of judgement,
you are not the judge.
speak not of salvation,
let your living be your scriptures.
speak not of scriptures,
let your actions be your holy book.
speak not as apostle or teacher,
speak as a human being.
speak not of god,
then god will speak through you!
speak not as a man,
for you are woman too.
speak not with hateful malice,
for love does not work that way.
speak not as a prophet or seer,
speak as compassion made flesh.
speak not of morality,
speak of connection.
speak not of authority,
the tree and the leaf have just as much.
speak not of holiness,
for all that lives be holy.
speak with kindness...
or do not speak at all!
poem by Eric Cockrell

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Honey eyes.
(for the girl in the bookstore)
lover and friend,
my very beginning,
my very end,
lips painted red,
cascading,
my breath fading,
a woman body sheathed
in dreams,
and toe curling climax
of gods beauty and natures touch,
breast heaving,
crests of heavenly brown,
shivers
of lovemaking on blades of grass,
and raven hair,
oooh! to be the climax vibrating in her chest!
poem by Cupid Missed

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Silences Speak In My Soul
how can I tell you
of the silences
that speak to me
that I reach out
to touch in moments
stretching back to
inspiration of creation
I feel speak in my soul
unique in my stillness
witnessing one vast smile
as whole universe shines
in God’s creative smile
creation comes upon me
creation is all within me
creation infuses my being
creation is sea of awareness
no thoughts form into words
imagery is words within soul
no noise forms into fleet sound
voice spoke creation into being
thoughts wash over my soul
behold creation in appreciation
perceived in stillness attained
God speaks infuses my brain
behold felt essence of life is laden
within love which birthed creation
I reach out touch recipe of gift life
love embraces lungs touch breath air
alertness is alive creation perceives
life is breath breathed into life being
awareness perceives in complexities
multiple lifeforms perceive creation
all life is one life linked in earth biosphere
all earth’s surface abounds in life lease
atmosphere sea abound in one life lease
across eons interwoven creation breathe
ingenious species fail extinct in man greed
independent species erased link cut expire
independent species disappear into oblivion
earth rape accelerates inducing earth death
hear silences as forest loses thrill bird song
hear silences as animals decrease fade extinct
hear silences as rivers seas empty of fish stock
hear silences as plant diversity waxes withers
one life lessens weakens as strand by strand
man unravels woven fabric in sustaining life
dispossessed bear witness speak of earth rape
God holds seeds of immortal souls to replant
a new heaven new earth is written into universe
place is prepared for judgement awaiting souls
to be released into reseeded new perfect creation
silences speak of places dark souls will be bound
'infinity pauses
momentarily passes'
brief cosmic moment
universal restoration
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Quotation from ‘Perspective Stand’ written in April 1982, by Terence George Craddock
poem by Terence George Craddock

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His Silence
He still wears the glass skin of childhood.
Under his hands, the stones turn mirrors.
His eyes are knives.
Who froze the ground to his feet?
Who locked his mouth into an horizon?
Why does the sun set when we touch?
I look for the lines between the silences.
He looks only for the silences.
Cram this page under his tongue.
Open him as if for surgery.
Let the red knife love slide in
poem by Erica Jong

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Two Deep Silences..
Two deep Silences-
One, of meditative Sculptor
Other, of the Boulder
In timeless penance
Melt in intense passion
Through rhythmic jingles
Of dancing chisel.
A marvellous Beauty
After months of
Labour pains
Is born
Out of its womb!
O! is it the dream
Of damsel rock?
Or, is it Full Moon
Churned out of
Two silences
By sharp clinks
Of cute chisel?
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar

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Steal Into Our Silences
true love is sweet heartfelt thoughts
for those who steal into our thoughts
for those who steal into our silences
especially in last moments before soft sleep
when we wonder how love beauty does creep
into our wondrous quiet moments of silences
into our lives with wondrous sudden surprise
into our hearts with wondrous sudden speed
quiet time soft fills with friendship love silences
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Inspired by ‘You Are In My Silence’ by Naida Supnet.
poem by Terence George Craddock

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The Same Story, The same History
...and so the same story is told
the same history is made....
why always speak of descrimination
why always speak of war
why always speak of class
why always speak of injustice
why always speak of poverty
why always speak of rebellion....
why not speak of equality
why not speak of peace
why not speak of respect
why not speak of wisdom
why not speak of production
why not speak of working together...
...and so the same story is told
the same history is made.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano

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Secret love
Eyes talk; passions touch senses;
Silences speak; the sighs whisper.
No verbal; no tryst, no touches.
Conversation of eyes
And conveyance of minds
Only sate the hunger of love
Between forbidden lovers
In a conservative society.
Adultery can not be uprooted.
12.03.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

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You cannot teach me
I paint the birds because they fly
And draw the windmills because they spin
I colour the hearts because they beat
And dance the dawns for what they are
I write the words because they speak
When silences spread I listen – you know
I listen carefully so as not to get mute
No one taught me that
I always knew
©Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic

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Black rose for my beautiful black women
My beautiful black women take some time to relax, close your
eyes, and let my words rub your backs until your notions come to a
climax from the sensual stimulation in your spin.
My beautiful black women I respect the fact that how you react to men indirect acts and unconditional facts.
My beautiful black women, I understand your pain and your strain, for the day you birth, us men had gained.
My beautiful black women, speak loud, speak proud for all men to understand that you are profound, and endowed.
My beautiful black women, that is dexterous and need not extras, thank God for your beautiful soul for it was told a woman’s love is greater than a man that is why we as men should be glad to hold your hands.
Written by James Brown
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Speak The Word
Unsettled hearts
Promise what they cant deliver
Bring me the wine
And the cold night air to clear my head
Gray matter memory house
Master of this trembling flesh
Steady still my doubts
Let me speak the word that precedes bliss
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
Love love love love love love love love
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
Love love love love love love love love
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
These weakened knees
Have not touched ground or pew in ages
I havent bowed my head
I offer thanks to any God or to ask for favors
But watch me now
Im falling down
Praying
To speak the word that precedes bliss
To speak the word
To speak the word
Love love love love love love love love
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
Love love love love love love love love
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
song performed by by Tracy Chapman

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