Romance of the souls
She
Kept on speaking
Telling me
How to deal with
Life’s intricacies
How to remain calm
In difficulties
And keep smiling
I kept on listening
So involved and
Mesmerized I was
I didn’t know
When she had
Stopped speaking
She reacted pleasantly
Asked me
Were you not listening?
I came out of
My deep thoughts
No, No
I was enjoying your
Wonderful discourse
I remember
Each and every word
You said
Was my reply
Now it was my turn
To tell her
About contentment
Confidence and attitude
She closed her eyes
Listened to what I said
With full sincerity
I finished speaking
But she did not
Open her eyes
Were you listening?
I asked
Yes, yes
Was her reply
Each and every word
You said
Is embossed in my mind
So involved we were
In each other’s discourse
That we did not realize
When each of us
Finished speaking
Kept our eyes closed
Wanting to listen
More and more
I asked her
How it is possible?
It was her turn to
Explain it to me
Dear friend
All what happened
Is called
Romance of the souls
My soul
Was romancing
With yours
24-01-2012
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poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Make sure you have finished speaking before your audience has finished listening.
quote by Dorothy Sarnoff
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Dear God, are you listening
With every breath of cigarette smoke
that escapes his lips
the color of her spirit progressively fades
Dear God are you listening?
With every sip of alcohol
that flows through his body
her trust in her once hero weakens
Dear God are you listening?
With every pill
she takes for her escape
her life becomes a blur
Dear God are you listening?
It's me..
Your daughter
But she hears
No reply
No response
just silence
emptiness
and nothing at all
She closes her eyes
in the night
and as her life
is drifting away
she then hears
Yes my daughter
I am listening
I am here with you
I will never leave you alone
Remember my daughter
you are never alone
People Are Offended
Listen to this...
Check this out!
She's not speaking to them,
Because he told her...
They didn't like her around him.
And he is the one who fathered
Her best friend's baby!
But her friend stopped speaking to her...
Because she is upset
That her baby's father,
Is her best friend's brother!
'Hey...
That's nothing!
That insanity is normal where I'm from!
Ministers are fathering children,
Of elementary girls not even in their teens!
Cops smoke weed on duty.
And don't try to mind your own business...
People are offended by that! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The Meadow
I asked the silver one on one
Tell me who I am
Lines on your finger says
You wouldnt understand
I asked the silver one on one
Tell me whats the score
Lies on your picture says
You wouldnt need much more
In the meadow
I asked oblivion just for fun
Tell me what to say
Climb up the mountain boy
And look the other way
I asked a million questions
Of the world I want to be
And the signs I remember
Whos the one they got to me
In the meadow,
Looking for life in the world
Everythings fine
In the meadow
Ceilings so high
Life might be listening
So we better take our time
We asked a wonder one on one
Please tell me what to be
Call down the miracles
And save yourself for me
We asked a river one on one
Please tell me what you see
I see forever
And it looks like you and me
In the meadow
Looking for life in the world
Everythings fine
In the meadow
Ceilings so high
Life might be listening
So we better take our time
In the meadow
Looking for life in the world
In the meadow
Everythings fine
In the meadow
Ceilings so high
Life might be listening
So we better take our time
In the meadow
In the meadow
Looking for life
In the meadow
Feeling so fine
In the meadow
Seeming so high
Life might be listening
Life might be listening
So we better take our time
In the meadow
song performed by by Men Without Hats
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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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Nightmare
Here I lay,
Laying in bed thinking,
I close my eyes and fall asleep,
Here I am,
In a car listening to music,
In the car I look around to see 3 others,
My Mother, Brother, and Father,
We are all laughing,
And then it happened,
A light as bright as the sun apeared,
I quickly closed my eyes,
A loud bang followed it,
I open my eyes,
I feel a sharp pain run through my right arm and a pinch in my right foot,
I continue to look around,
The car was fliped over on to its top,
A fear runs through my mind,
A man came running up to the car,
He asked if any one was alive,
I anwsered,
I was the only one that responed,
He quickly removed me from the car,
I was asking to just leave me,
He just ignored me,
I then began to plead for him to leave me,
He refused,
I asked him why,
Why he just can't leave me,
All I just wanted was to be left with me family,
Sirens were growing louder and louder,
I then fell asleep as the man carried me away,
I awake in a hospital bed,
The man that saved my life entered the room,
He introduced himself to me,
He said his name was Adam,
He then proceeded to tell me my family died in the crash,
All thoughts ran through my mind,
But the main one that stayed was the thought of never seeing my little brother again,
Tears came to my eyes,
I wept and wept,
I awake in a bed,
My little brother was jumping up and down on it,
I could smell my mom's food cooking,
I get up out of my bed and go down stares with my little brother,
We all sat at the table,
Mom, Dad, Brother, and myself,
We all seem so happy,
I was relived that it was just a nightmare.
poem by Janessa Beitler
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Pay Attention! Part 2 (listen with your eyes)
Pay Attention Part 2 (listen with your eyes)
Pay attention!
Truly watch the one you’re with and you’ll see what most miss
Let them do the speaking, and watch closely while listening
Don’t think what your reply shall be, as most people are want to do
nor interrupt or comment while they speak.
Instead, listen superficially and observe hypercritically.
As much of communication involves facial contortions
and body gyrations, as does the actual uttering of words and sound
Follow the subject matter with sufficient attention, enough
To satisfy your speakers desire to speak, then endeavour to
Observe the amazing physicality involved
In this most multi-faceted, supremely descriptive,
intricate act of tacit communication
Watch, and hear with your eyes!
Observe the unceasing gymnastics of your speaker’s dancing eyebrows
Note the many times that only one brow arches high
When expressing derision, disdain, or contempt
Note the ‘window-shade-flying-up’ effect
When your speaker expresses surprised amazement
As much optically, as orally, in their discourse
Listen to their expressions!
Watch the subtle interplay of eyelids as they slowly lower
To narrow the openings, so as to express deep suspicions
Or intense examination in their subject, and more yet,
To flutter like bird’s wings, in excited exasperation
Listen lightly and observe heavily!
Tis almost a sure occasion that in your daily discourses
You but allow to pass unnoticed this rich melange of mute communication
This most primal means of information transport
That is passed in passed in utter silence
Yet loudly, says so much
Please pay attention!
Or you will surely, unknowingly miss
Much of this very outspoken, richly textured
Delightfully expressed communication, audible, not to one’s ear
But only through one’s eyes, and then only to those privileged few
Who know to see, when one speaks
If my overblown orations and ruminations arouse a bit of interest, please let me know and I’ll continue
With a Part III
poem by David Whalen
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In the Beginning
In the beginning was the Word…
what’s a beginning, then?
a beginning, perhaps, not in time;
a beginning, perhaps, with time itself;
in our time, the recognition’s all;
beginning known within our being;
being that is beyond beginning;
and so, always being; always beginning..
so, in the beginning – is - the Word..
the Word, a sound? yet heard before the ear;
a speaking and a listening,
waiting to be heard…
the Word, finding for itself a time;
finding for itself a place;
a wakening; a becoming;
for this, we know:
a beginning; a becoming;
the word becomes, as things become;
every word is a becoming;
that, the yogis hear;
that, poets listen for;
that spurs all philosophers;
every becoming is the Word;
every word is a becoming.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Teachers Are Afraid Of The Pupils
Theres too many people
Planning your downfall
When your spirits on trial
These nights can be frightening
Sleep transports sadness
To some other mid-brain
And somebody here
Will not be here next year
So you stand by the board
Full of fear and intention
And, if you think that theyre listening
Well, youve got to be joking
Oh, you understand change
And you think its essential
But when your profession
Is humiliation
Say the wrong word to our children ...
Well have you, oh yes, well have you
Lay a hand on our children
And its never too late to have you
Mucus on your collar
A nail up through the staff chair
A blade in your soap
And you cry into your pillow
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
Say the wrong word to our children ...
Well have you, oh yes, well have you
Lay a hand on our children
And its never too late to have you
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
Im very glad the spring has come
The sun shines out so bright
All the birds that are on the trees
Are singing for delight
song performed by by Morrissey
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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In a Manner of Speaking
In a manner of speaking, I want to kill you,
said the drunk redneck to his wife,
In a manner of speaking, I don't love you,
said my ex (turned vegan) to me,
as I returned from a psych ward, hoping for
some sort of reconciliation,
And in a manner of speaking, the whole
world has gone to shit, that no mentally
unbalanced poet can improve upon,
In a manner of speaking, I was just a haiku
before I birthed an epic poem in 2008
and it went something like:
In a manner of speaking…
In a manner of speaking, there is plenty of
beer and loose women,
In a manner of speaking, there is plenty of
internet journals with useless information,
In a manner of speaking, there are plenty of
assholes writing about getting laid and anal sex
on MySpace,
In a manner of speaking, my friend got raped
a few years ago and now has occasional herpes
outbreaks, which are quite disturbing
to her husband,
In a manner of speaking, I'm losing faith in humanity
and love at times,
In a manner of speaking, we just go through the motions,
hoping for something to change or something
spectacular to happen.
But I don't really know any more,
trying to make sense of it all, screaming for some sort of
sanity that eludes me,
In a manner of speaking, I feel alone here,
unable to connect to what's around me-
I just told some guy at a bar that I was a Dallas Cowboys
fan and I don't even watch football,
and he told me to come in my 'gear' on Sunday,
In a manner of speaking, I feel somewhat liberated
because I have no clue as to what I'm doing,
knowing that there is really no escape.
January 8,2008
-Alexander Shaumyan
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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Are You Listening
Are you listening to my words
When I say them
Do you hear me when I need you most
Sometimes I feel like you not listening
Are you deaf?
Am i not speaking clear?
If I clear my throat and speak louder
Are you listening to me
Do you hear the words from my mouth
Is my voice to low?
Maybe if I speak louder maybe even scream it
Are you listening
poem by Raesheka Antwine
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Words Again
Thoughts can be words, can be flowers that burgeon like words,
Thunders that are right in the middle of happiness,
Ones that make talk with books and with all speaking sense.
The sounds are not anywhere near us,
Yet the word can believe in living free,
Where actions cannot, and nor can thoughts necessarily.
We work on the words of leaders like listening is,
When speech is hazardous and non-wrong,
And liars can speak offensively, like a long long wrong.
Speech is therefore recommended in the form of words,
Of dementia I give word not or word obvious,
But of sound advice for any goodness to come and seize.
Deceased are the word-lovers as much as fences are put up,
As if the sea is given a status that delves too deep
Of words, and it is funny how many words that there are.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Doves Had Stopped Flying
Somebody had put the feet
against the flame,
the street had become a wall.
Commitment had failed,
the doors were locked.
Collective guilt was seeking favour.
Repeating the same story
blurs the sky.
Sun will not come out.
You are speaking.
He was speaking.
Truth was speaking.
Solitude and silence
come before the summary.
I was responsible for myself.
Earth refuses to conceive –
fire in veins.
Doves had stopped flying.
poem by Satish Verma
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Something in me does not rest
Perhaps it is my soul
It is restless It is up to something else
Something more important than what I am doing now
It is wriggling. It is conscious of something.
To come.
It is up for something greater than everyday.
I do not know.
I really do not know. It is not speaking to me.
It is like an egg. It is the shell and transparent
Something alive is wriggling wanting to be born.
I am wanting to be reborn. I am not speaking to myself.
It is delicate. It is perhaps something holy.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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If the word gets out, if the perception exists that by speaking to a CBS journalist you are, therefore, inevitably, immediately speaking to the police, I don't think there's any doubt but that people won't talk. And, therefore, the public won't learn.
quote by Floyd Abrams
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Lost Without Each Other
I ran into your best friend today
Twelve nights since you ran away
I asked about you and she said, can't say, can't say
I'm feeling lonely and it seems to stay
It's been a while since I felt that way
Well, I can tell you there's no room to play this game
All I know is what I'm missing
What I'm missing is your kissing
Are you listening
Don't go, don't go telling me you're alright
There's no room for getting uptight
Don't go saying that you're OK
When you're lonely
Baby, don't go telling me we're over
When you know you're my one and only lover
And I won't go saying that we're OK when we're
Lost without each other
'Cause we're lost without each other
'Cause we're lost without each other
I didn't mean to start the last big fight
You never should have hung up that night
All I want to do is make things right
Make it right
Listen, with all the choices that we chose to make
And all the promises we chose to break
We were busy making big mistakes, yesterday
All I know is what I'm missing
What I'm missing is your kissing
Are you listening
Don't go, don't go telling me you're alright
There's no room for getting uptight
Don't go saying that you're OK
When you're lonely
Baby don't go telling me we're over
When you know you're my one and only lover
And I won't go saying that we're OK when we're
Lost without
I can tell you one thing
We're not better on our own
I'm tired of running from my feelings
Are you listening
All I know is what I'm missing
What I'm missing is your kissing
Are you listening
Don't go, don't go telling me you're alright
There's no room for getting uptight
Don't go saying that you're OK
When you're lonely
Baby, don't go telling me we're over
When you know you're my one and only lover
And I won't go saying that we're OK when we're
Lost without each other
Lost without each other
song performed by by Hanson
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Welcome Home
I go outside to find the middle of nowhere
Everyone needs their own empty stage
Just like the sky with no beginning or ending
I like reading a book without a last page
Stop and turn around
And say it with your eyes closed
You don't need to welcome me home
Stop, turn around
Try looking with your eyes wide open
As we live our lives through a series of glances
And you smile without smiling for a whole another year
I think we need a little bit more understanding
I think the future is already here
So I won't ask you to
Stop and turn around
And say it with your eyes closed
You don't need to welcome me home
Stop, turn around
Try looking with your eyes wide open
Welcome home
Welcome home
song performed by by Idlewild
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Full Of Faith!
And it came to pass that a certain man
Read the Word of God and then full of faith
Created something new...
He created something brand new...
He created a new universe...
Out of nothing but faith, there it was before him,
Just a bubble before his face...
He let it grow larger and larger.
It almost filled his room...
Come with me, he told it.
He led it outside into the garden.
Grow bigger, he said... and it grew bigger...
Let no other human see it, he said.
It became invisible to humans.
Let there be me within it, he said.
With all the physical needs supplied, he said.
Oxygen, food, drink to drink and so on... he said...
Then he disappeared into the new universe...
Let there be spirits, living spirits, he said.
Let them appear as with human form, he said.
Let them fall in love with each other, he said
And from their love create newborn baby spirits, he said
And such commands came to pass...
The spirits were immortal, undying, yet creating
And centuries passed by, for him, for them...
Still protected by his faith, thinking all things possible,
He determined that he would become a spirit, too.
Let me become... he said...
Yet he was stopped from speaking the rest...
He heard a powerful voice... Who are you? he asked...
I am the God of all creation, the Lord said.
Wow! said the mortal man, immediately humbled.
Your Word helped me create this place! he said.
Look at my spirit beings in love with life! he said.
Yes, I know each and every one of them, said the Lord.
Why do you reveal yourself now? asked the man.
You cannot become a spirit... warned the Lord.
You are a mortal, soon to die, said the Lord.
I want you to give all this up, said the Lord...
Return home, where I can save you, said the Lord.
For as a mortal, you have sinned, warned the Lord.
You need to be forgiven, explained the Lord.
Then I can grant you eternal life in Jesus, said the Lord.
Wow! I understand, replied the repentant man.
You let me see all this according to my faith, he said.
Did I really need to create all this? he asked.
Yes, you did, for your faith is so powerful, said the Lord.
It is because I told you it was so, the Lord explained.
You trusted my Word, therefore trust Me now, He said...
Once forgiven, you can be baptised, said God,
Baptised into eternal life as I promised...
Can these spirit beings continue unharmed? the man asked.
Yes, for they know not sin, they never will, God said.
Oh, that's wonderful... the man replied...
Take me home, he asked of the Lord...
And God took him home, so he could believe the Gospel.
As it is written, what shall it profit a man
To gain the whole world and yet lose his own soul?
Denis Martindale, copyright, September 2012.
We can hear the word of the Lord on
Revelation TV on UK Sky Digital 581
as well as the WATCH NOW link on
the revelationtv-dot-com website...
poem by Denis Martindale
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Come To Laws!
Come to the spirit of the law,
Open the books of goodness and gold.
May the rich help speak well of you,
Asking flowers and potions of wonder.
Faces resent speaking and listening,
Not when the smiling has been encountered.
A guardian is unknown, for knowledge perfectly
Undoes the secrets of life.
Let joyful agencies pretend this life is perfect!
poem by Naveed Akram
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Who Will You Take To Heaven With You?
The Lord appeared, his very last day,
The day that he must die...
'Who will you take to Heaven with you? '
Christ asked, but no reply...
The man just stood there staring,
With eyes that could not blink,
As if he were uncaring
Or much too scared to think...
Then two salty tears began to flow...
For forty years of waste!
'Who will you take to Heaven with you? '
Christ asked the fool He faced...
The man knelt down still weeping,
With eyes that were red raw,
For while his faith was sleeping,
He never preached God's Law...
Then Lord Jesus wept beside His friend,
For whom He gave His life!
'Who will you take to Heaven with you? '
Christ asked, sharp as a knife...
The man repented there and then
And vowed He'd preach the Word!
'Too late! ' said Jesus, 'This is when
Your life ends on this world...'
Denis Martindale, copyright, August 2010.
Based on the Good News letter from the GOD TV website
which explained Luke 14's Parable of the Master's Banquet.
poem by Denis Martindale
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