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Whispers

We have to speak in whispers
for fear someone might hear
our words that we want private.
It is a dreadful thing to have to do
if our secrets we want to keep
of how we desperately feel,
so we talk in whispers
that no one else can hear
in case our every word is drawn
to make comment on.
Therefore, when we talk to one another
it has to be in whispers
so no one can over hear,
our movements are scrutinized
and our conversations listened to.
Soon it will be over
and our lives can once again
begin to resume.
Until then we talk in whispers
so no one else can hear.

21 September 2008

poem by David Harris
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Whispers in the wind

I hear you talking to me again.
Your talking to me as the wind whispers.
Still I hear your gruffly voice.
It was your fualt you made me do it.
Its what happens to naughty girls.

You talk to me still.
Your voices as scary as ever before.
You talk as the wind whispers.
Will I ever be rid of you?

poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Whispers...

I hear you in the whispers of the wind
and the sweetness of the early morning
sound of the birds

Hear my voice on the hiss
of the incoming rolling waves
that rush up the shore..

yes..i hear you
and here are my whispers to your heart
fear not..I am with you..until forever

poem by Meggie Gultiano
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Whispers Of The North

Whispers of the north
Soon I will go forth
To that wild and barren land
Where nature takes its course
Whispers of the wind
Soon I will be there again
Bound with a wild and restless drive
That pulls me from within
And we can ride away
We can glide all day
And we can fly away
Whispers of the north
Soon I will return again
To those endless afternoons
In sunshine and in rain
Whispers of my love
Days and weeks on end
I will share my thoughts of her
In prayers that I will send
And we can ride away
We can glide all day
And we can fly away
Whispers of the north
The river and the shore
In the land that tested eskimos
Ten thousand years before
Whispers of my heart
In the tracks of animals
I will leave my footprints there
To lie beneath the snow
And we can ride away
We can glide all day
And we can fly away
Whispers of the wind
I will feel it sting
I will see it rise and fall
I will hear it sing
The sound is like a song to me
It takes away the pain
The river is the melody
And sky is the refrain
And we can ride away
We can glide all day
And we can fly away
And we can ride away
We can glide all day
And we can fly away
Whispers of the north
Soon I will go forth
Whispers of the north
Soon I will go forth

song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Body Talk

I can tell
By the way you stare at me
(talk):
Its deep...real deep
Your minds messed up
Words just dont come easily
(talk):
It should be natural
Your invitation...baby
Turned my head around
Quiet conversation
Language without sound
Body talk...work your body
Everybody let your body talk
Body talk...work your body
Everybody needs some body talk
The guy with me
Hes just a friend of mine
(talk)
Its purely platonic
So if youre tuff enuff
Baby step across the line
(talk)
Girlfriend dont bite
My imagination...baby
Bound to blow my mind
Body talk...work your body
Everybody let your body talk
Body talk...work your body
Everybody needs some body talk
Body talk
I can hear your body talk
Speak to me baby
Body talk
I can hear your body talk
Speak to me baby
Body talk
I can hear your body talk
Body talk
I can hear your body, body, body, body
Talk
I get the picture...baby
Come on over here
Your lips aint moving
But I hear you loud and clear
(chorus out)

song performed by by Donna Summer
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Breeze Whispers

The breeze
Can you feel the breeze?
Hear its whispers that deal
With something surreal

I hear the cries of
A black woman’s resistance to rape
The Salvadoran woman’s cries against the CIA
And the mumbling of the Ku-Klux-Klan
With Neo-Nazi fans

I hear the breeze whisper to me
The moans of the Boxers, laying dead in Beijing
The Mexicans cry for freedom
And Cubans bitter talk of Americans
With European allies
Against the KGB

I hear the innocent giggles of Caucasian kids
Being raised to be, quote unquote, “Racists”
Looking at Minorities as “Statistics”
I hear their parents talk of
Left-Wing radicals and reverse-discrimination
In translation
Guiltification

Now tell me
What does the breeze whisper to you?
Does it whisper my soft words?
3 to be intact
That
“I love you”

poem by Orlando De Los Santos
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Physical

I'm saying all the things that I know you like
Making good conversation
I've gotta handle you just right
You know what I mean
I took you to an intimate restaurant
Then to a suggestive movie
There's nothing left to talk about
Unless it's horizontally
Let's get physical, physical
I wanna get physical
Let's get into physical
Let me hear your body talk, your body talk
Let me hear your body talk
I've been patient, I've been good
Tried to keep my hands on the table
Oh it's getting hard to hold me back
You know what I mean
I'm sure you understand my point of view
We know each other better
You've gotta know you're bringing out
The animal in me
Let's get physical, physical
I wanna get physical
Let's get into physical
Let me hear your body talk, your body talk
Let me hear your body talk
(Physical) I wanna get physical
Let's get into physical
Let me hear your body talk, your body talk
Let me hear your body talk
(Get physical)
(Do you hear me)
(Mmm, yeah)
(C'mon)
(I know you want me)
(Physical)
Woah, yeah
Physical, physical, physical
I wanna get physical
Let's get into physical
Let me hear your body talk, your body talk
Let me hear your body talk
I wanna get physical, physical
I wanna get physical
Let's get into physical
Let me hear your body talk, your body talk
Let me hear your body talk
Let's get physical, physical
I wanna get physical
Let's get into physical
Let me hear your body talk, your body talk
Let me hear your body talk

song performed by by Kylie Minogue
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Dream Walking

When I can feel the texture
of the scent of roses…
Sense the velvet caress
Of the fog’s vaporous touch

Feel the sonorous
voice of Elvis
the velvet-like timbre
That I loved so much

When I can feel the warmth
From brown eyes that look into mine
And hear unspoken whispers…
And taste unsipped wine

When I can talk to the raven
And he… speak to me…
His words will be graven
In my heart… eternally

When I can hear the grass growing
When I can taste…fairy dust
And hear the hiss of rainbows
And know the sound of trust

If I can experience just one of these
And know also… all is not what it seems
I’ll also feel my heart’s voice singing
And know I’m walking in my dreams

poem by David Whalen
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The Whisperer

Did I hear a whisper softly in my ear
saying something no one wants to hear?
Who was it whispering softly in my ear
saying those words that put me in fear?
Was it a rabble-rouser making me scared,
trying to make trouble as if he really cared?
I know those words.
I've heard 'em before,
tremblin' and wonderin'
what's in store?
These are the words
troublemakers say.
These are the whispers
that turns your hair gray.

I know who it was whispered in my ear.
I know who said what I don't want to hear.
It's that nervous one that knows me well,
the one who's there to put me through hell.
Who's that troublemaker?
Who can it be?
Why it's only little old me.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Loneliest Conversations

The loneliest conversations
are the ones we have
to ourselves when no one is there.
The empty space does not answer
with an argument or a kind voice.
All we hear is our own whispers,
which only our ears hear.
Even our yells are muted,
as they look for someone else
who cannot be found.

poem by David Harris
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I Talk with My Hands

Just because my voice doesn’t speak
don’t mean I don’t say a word.

I talk with my hand
when I want to be heard.

I speak fast for those who know me.
I slow down for the ones who stop
to hear me. I talk with my hand.

I have preached sermons
and I have told jokes
With my hand I have spoke.

Now, as for those who don’t
want to hear me no matter
what I say or do.

I’ll still talk with my hands
I’ll fold them and pray for you.

I talk with my hand

poem by Lore Me34
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Do You Still Dance?

The whispers in my mind are here again.
I know you don't hear them
but you're where they began.
I should have turned them off
when I had the chance
But the music played and then we danced.

*** Do you still dance baby without me in your arms?
Do you still dance without me?
Can you still hear the music whenever you're alone?
Can you hear the music without me?

I want to dance again, dance with you.
When I feel that beat all that I can do
is remember how it felt
when I danced with you
when the music played and we danced.
And those whispers from the past are still with me.
I know you don't hear them
'cause they're where you can't be
I should have turned them off
when I had the chance.
But the music played and then we danced

REPEAT *** Twice

Words and Music by
EDWINA REIZER

poem by Edwina Reizer
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