People are never quiet. It's go, go, go. I'm a go-getter, but you need rest and silence, just to sit around and think about things.
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Hes A Go Getter
Hes a go getter, go getter
When his wife gets off from work, hell go get her
Now Ive got a neighbor that lives down the road a ways
His wife holds down a steady job, he dont turn his hand all day
I know that most of you will know the kind Im talkin about
The kind that rather than have to work, hed rather do without
But hes a go getter, a go getter
When his wife gets off from work, hell go get her
Theres a group of men in the court house yard any time that you go by
Playin checkers and tradin odds and makin jokes about their wives
They wait all week for pay day and they hold the moneys plenty
And the wife thats worked those long hard hours never gets a penny
But hes a go getter, a go getter
When his wife gets off from work, hell go get her
Yes hes a go getter, a go getter
When his wife gets off from work, hell go get her
Hes a go getter, a go getter
When his wife gets off from work, hell go get her
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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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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Guess Who?
You often say you don't possess any confidence,
But the things you've achieved are quite immense.
Of the whole world, you often say you are scared,
But the things you have done, just do not compare.
You've managed to overcome so much fear;
You've managed to step things up another gear.
Your determination and true grit, I really admire;
Sometimes, it seems that your whole soul is on fire.
Your intelligence, others do their best to play down,
But, one day, you may get to wear a cap and gown.
In you, others may really despair and not believe,
But, you'd be surprised at what you can achieve.
As a person, you've always been quiet and shy,
But you're often willing to give new things a try.
You're extremely sensitive, and you easily cry,
But with encouragement and help, you will get by.
You get anxious and panic, and are full of worry;
You're also very cautious, and don't like to hurry.
Given any task, you'll always try your very best,
And, until it is totally perfect, you will not rest.
Someone once described you as a real go-getter;
Recently, you've changed, and it's for the better.
Your old life and ways, you are slowly erasing;
It has to be said, you really are truly amazing.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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White... Quiet
The day of her funeral
they came in their thousands
to bless her final rest
snowflake upon snowflake
falling into the empty endless grave
as if prayer
upon prayer
until all was white...quiet.
No people ever came
then...& now.
As a child
she held the treasure
of the first snowflakes falling
one by one
resting on her eyelids
(her mind blossoming
into awe & wonder)
tasting them upon her tongue
as if the sky was shedding itself
the snowflakes came
in their thousands
erasing the language
of the landscape
like a child's drawing
all things dressed in white
all things held in silence.
The day of her funeral
they came in their thousands
snowflake upon snowflake
untill all
was white
...quiet.
poem by Dónall Dempsey
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The quiet from the road
I wonder will they bring the quiet back from the road;
The quiet where the trees fingers reach the sky,
Quiet of the graceful geese sweeping by,
Quiet of an airplane shadowed above,
Peace of the fence line's lowly shrub.
The low keening of a coyote's howl,
More silent preening of the wild fowl,
The quiet of water in trembling spring,
But silence above everything else seen-
And I wonder will silence stay close by,
Or slowly wander, a cloud in a sky?
poem by Patti Masterman
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Look
LOOK
Look
The sky the trees
Simple things
Rest
You do not have to write anything yet-
Look and be quiet
See how beautiful the morning lights are
Look
Even the spaces in between things are beautiful
Look
Look and rest
Let your eyes be your dream
Look
Rest
See
poem by Shalom Freedman
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This Silence.
This silence.
Oh where, where,
where are you now,
once a firm place in my life,
has gone.
Strange the dreams,
we had.
so sad,
no battles won.
Silence now,
greets my dawn,
so quiet so quiet,
no dreams begun.
I seek your words
it is so obsurd,
this emptyness
this silence.
Silence...
I wanted to talk,
but don't know what to say
Silence...
I got nervous,
and looked away.
Silence...
I read what you wrote,
but can't put my reaction into words
Silence...
My inability to speak,
sometimes it hurts
Silence...
I didn't want you
to misunderstand what I said
Silence...
So I kept quiet,
lest our faces turn red
Silence...
poem by Taylor Baecker
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Silence Is...
Silence is an absence
Silence is profound
Silence is a conversation
Being had without sound
Silence is an expression
One that cannot be heard
Silence cannot be spoken
Although it is a word
Silence is a presence
Of great nothingness
Silence can be something
And yet cease to exist
Silence can fill a room
And have no mass at all
Silence cannot be dropped, yet it can fall
Silence is a mystery
That will forever go unsolved
Silence is how every sound can swiftly be dissolved
Silence is the sound of rest
The only sound that can sound best
While other sounds can cause great pain
Silence is not the sound to blame
For Silence is what silence is
Something that is nothing
Nothing that exists
poem by Kyle.J Carruthers
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I Would Write A Quiet Poem
I WOULD WRITE A QUIET POEM
I would write a quiet poem.
There is so much noise in the world.
A poem to be read in silence
A poem to give comfort and rest
A poem of peace
Of mind and soul.
A quiet poem
Against all the furies and pains of this world
A poem of peace
Restful as the most bliss-filled sleep.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Jean Hickey
Jean Hickey than me is a few years older I knew her long before she met and married Ted O Shea
And she went to live in Finnanefield in Kilcorney from Inchaleigh in Millstreet five or six miles away
I have not seen her for years but her I will remember until the reaper gives the call to me
Good people like her one does not wish to forget and she did not fade from my memory.
Jean Hickey always is the quiet achiever the quiet achiever in her own quiet way
She has helped so many people in their times of illness though of her good deeds she never has much to say
A nurse who is devoted to her calling and in her kind heart there is only good
And people like her invaluable to society for she would only help you if she could.
In the year 06 she will retire as a District Nurse and from the call of duty she will have earned her rest
And it will take a special person to replace her for at her job she is one of the best
But as we know people do not last forever and retirement one day comes to one and all
Though Jean she played her part and in no small way and she was there to answer every call.
In the year 06 from Nursing she's retiring one well might say a rest she is overdue
Jean Hickey always is the quiet achiever and to the corporal works of mercy she is true
In her years as district nurse she has cared for many ill people and the story of her life ought to be told
And of this marvellous woman it can be said that she is truly worth her weight in gold.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Have Patience
there is so much noise
on the surface of things
like a very shallow river
its waters always arguing
with all the rocks
and even with the peebles
it lashes its tongue
on every bank that
it passess
without
listening
farther away is the wisdom
of silence
the patience of the depths
and its dangers
to swallow those who
are reckless
to compel the noise
to submit
to its final poise
forever, the quiet
rest, resignation, death.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Quiet Please, There's A Lady On Stage
(carole bayer-sager & peter allen)
Quiet please, there's a lady on stage
She may not be the latest rage
But she's singing and she means it
And she deserves a little silence
Quiet please, there's a woman up there
And she's been honest through her songs
Long before your consciousness was raised
Doesn't that deserve a little praise
So put your hands together and help her along
All that's left of the singer's
All that's left of the song
Stand for the ovation
And give her one last celebration
Quiet please, there's a person up there
And she's been singing of the things
That none of us could bear to hear for ourselves
Give her your respect if nothing else
Quiet please, there's a lady on stage
Conductor, turn the final page
And when it's over we can all go home
But she lives on -- on the stage alone.
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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A silence.
In this silence
there is not the hush of a breeze,
not the purr of a cat,
not the hum of summer bees
and not the wiping of feet on a mat.
In this silence
there is the absence of fear,
the quenching of thirst
and the quiet eating of hungry bread.
In this silence there is the wise old look that says so much.
This silence is and is not
the lapping of gentle waters on the shores of a lonely lake.
This silence is not
the cries of gulls hovering
above the cliffs of eternal seas.
poem by John O'connell
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You must keep quiet or say only things that improve silence.
I Need The Quiet And The Silence
I need the quiet and the silence
The pain is too much
I need to hear nothing but quiet
So I can contend with the pain
It hurts
It aches
And I need to give my mind the strength
To contend with it-
Quiet and more quiet
And I will try to contend with it
Though I don't know if I can.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Either remain quiet, or say things that improve the silence.
I Walk In The Quiet Places
I WALK IN THE QUIET PLACES
I walk in the quiet places
Where I can hear myself think-
I love the beauty of the silence
And the pleasure of just seeing things-
To be able to walk
To be able to look and see
Is such a big thing -
I know so many no longer capable of this-
I walk and think and pray for them also.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Day At Rest
The sun is setting slowly in the west,
to put another day at rest.
The moon now rises from the east,
as stillness drifts through our world,
and heads rest in sleep.
The quiet of the night, comes for us all,
as darkness comes to call.
There are some of us,
who welcome the quiet bliss,
the lovers embraced,
in each other’s arms,
ready to steal a kiss.
The writer who needs,
the evening tranquillity,
to forward on their thoughts,
with nothing to disturb.
So we put the day at rest,
until tomorrow comes to call.
13 May 2007
poem by David Harris
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Somewhere From The Silence I Hear A Poem
Somewhere from the Silence I hear a poem
And it soothes and calms me
And teaches me now
How beautiful these quiet days are
Long after the war has been done
And the wounds have been healed
And calm has returned
Somewhere long after the battle has ended
And the rest time comes
A dream returns
Of living again
Of going out to face the world
As if for the first time
In the long long silence
After the war
Life can begin again.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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