Like The Devil
The person on the phone sounds like the devil!
And i am listening very patiently;
Because, silence is the best answer to the fool! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Had To Phone Ya
Had to phone ya
Had to phone ya just to talk to you
Had to phone ya just to tell ya I was missing you
It lifts my spirits every single time
Sometimes youre busy for awhile
But when you get through
It makes me smile
A-when I phone ya
Californias not so far away
Youre not alone ya know Im only just a dial away
I visualize that youre looking fine
Feels so good when you come on the line
You (you) you (you) you (you) you (you)
You (you) you (you) you (you) you (you)
You (you) you (you) you (you) you (you)
You (you) you (you) you (you)
Come on
Come on and answer the phone
Come on come on
(I hope your home)
Come on and answer the phone
Come on come on
(I hope your home)
Come on and answer the phone
Come on come on
(I hope your home)
Come on and answer the phone
Come on come on
(I hope your home)
Come on and answer the phone
Come on come on
(I hope your home)
Come on and answer the phone
Come on come on
(hello, hey brian!)
(I hope your home)
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Confusion The Waitress
She said you can do anything you want.
She said you can be with anyone.
She said you can go anywhere you want
She said.
She said you can say anything you need.
She said you can be anywhere you feel.
She said just pick up the phone.
(confusion the waitress.)
She said dont go dark on me again.
She said.
She said the silence in the silence
I see you my confidence
She said.
She said loophole how are you.
She said oh no once again the superstar.
She said he loves you but can you name me his children.
She said oh the God you lost again.
She said the colour of your boyfriend.
She said get out of bed. answer the phone.
She said in the belly of st pauls again.
She said goodyear rubber man.
She said Im smiling with the sun.
She said two years is a small price.
She said loophole. how are you.
She said once again the superstar.
She said look at the size of it.
She said.
She said you can do anything you want.
She said you can be with anyone.
She said you can go anywhere you want
She said.
She said you can say anything you need.
She said you can be anywhere you feel.
She said just pick up the phone.
song performed by by Underworld
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Thoughts On The Sounds of Silence
The sounds of silence beacons me.
Like the flight of a bumble bee.
For my life is in a quandary. And I am the one who is confused.
All the noise I here has me transfused.
The constant noise is like a cancerous ooze, someone mused.
All this noise has everyone confused.
I pray to God above to bestow me with the sounds of silence.
All human life is in the balance.
With the sounds of silence I believe peace surrounds us.
About this subject I must confess, I need to access.
I must admit that the sounds of silence is for me.
On the sounds of silence many of us do agree
That peace and love needs to be in great balance.
Without the sounds of silence there would be a major imbalance.
poem by Nichole Kaci McKnight
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The Weakness In Me
Im not the sort of person
Who falls in and quickly out of love
But to you I gave my affection
Right from the start
I have a lover who loves me
How could I break such a heart
Yet still you get my attention
Why do you come here
When you know Ive got troubles enough
Why do you call me
When you know I cant answer the phone
And make me lie when I dont want to
And make someone else
Some kind of an unknowing fool
Make me stay when I should not
Are you so strong
Or is all the weakness in me
Why do you come here
Pretend to be just passing by
I need to see you
I need to hold you
Tightly
Feeling guilty
And Im worried
And Im waking from a tormented sleep
cause this old love
You know it has me bound
But the new love cuts so deep
If I choose now
Im bound to lose out
One of you is gonna have to fall
I need you
You baby
Why do you come here
When you know Ive got troubles enough
Why do you call me
When you know I cant answer the phone
And make me lie when I dont want to
Make someone else
Some kind of an unknowing fool
Make me stay when I should not
Are you so strong or is all the weakness in me
Why do you come here
Pretend to be just passing by
I need to see you
I need to hold you
Tightly
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Black Bruises II
I can ponder upon the blackness,
the garrulous of silence
placated by benign solitude
I can endure the ostracizing
listening to lulling lullabies,
listening to trembling metals,
listening to enraptured echoes,
listening to a soundless shattering,
listening to nothingness,
listening to guffawing crows,
listening to diffident clocks,
listening to the waning time;
but am I the only one listening
to these black bruised whispers?
poem by Norman Santos
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Heaven & Hell
Sing me a song, youre a singer
Do me a wrong, youre a bringer of evil
The devil is never a maker
The less that you give, youre a taker
So its on and on and on, its heaven and hell, oh well
The lover of lifes not a sinner
The ending is just a beginner
The closer you get to the meaning
The sooner youll know that youre dreaming
So its on and on and on, oh its on and on and on
It goes on and on and on, heaven and hell
I can tell, fool, fool!
Well if it seems to be real, its illusion
For every moment of truth, theres confusion in life
Love can be seen as the answer, but nobody bleeds for the dancer
And its on and on, on and on and on....
They say that lifes a carousel
Spinning fast, youve got to ride it well
The world is full of kings and queens
Who blind your eyes and steal your dreams
Its heaven and hell, oh well
And theyll tell you black is really white
The moon is just the sun at night
And when you walk in golden halls
You get to keep the gold that falls
Its heaven and hell, oh no!
Fool, fool!
Youve got to bleed for the dancer!
Fool, fool!
Look for the answer!
Fool, fool, fool!
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Never Ever
when a politician uses the phrase
“never ever”
pick up your television, radio, phone or
PC (however it is that you are listening to the
person blab) &
hurl it out the nearest window.
if you are lucky (and have good aim) ,
it will come crashing down upon a sidewalk
or a street &
the person babbling lies
will stop doing so.
poem by Andrew Delapruch
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Silence is the best answer to the stupid. The fool has his answer on the tip of his tongue.
Missed Phone Call
Dial his number,
He's up so he'll be sure to answer.
Put the phone to my ear shhh! ! ! ! It's ringing.
I looked at the phone screen and I see call waiting.
It's ringing yet I got no answer.
In my mind I'm wondering why,
You call it jealousy. I call it principle.
So mad I just want to sleep,
But I rang again for old time sake.
Maybe I shouldn't call him for some days.
I don't want to set by example,
Not even teach him a lesson.
I'm so mad to the point I don't want to do anything.
A million and one reasons,
Justifying his actions.
I think of a worse case scenario.
It is getting be all hot and bothered.
I know I have hot temper,
Hotter than the hottest pepper.
My jealousy is the key element for us not being together.
Right now I don't care because I'm enraged with anger.
He might get so mad with me,
For his tolerance level is low due to my 'outrageous' jealousy,
He might be pushed so far,
He might find another.
Who knows she might probably be better.
I'm vex......All I want to know is when I called why didn't you answer.
I need a valid explanation,
Convincing enough I'll forgive him.
I can't help but watch what others have,
And want what they got.
To be contented is a hell of a thing.
Everything takes time.....
And mine is long overdue,
Patiently waiting for my fairy tale to come true.
He's my Prince Charming (answer my call) come to my rescue
(~Please Note~This was written during my mad state of mind)
poem by Anita Khelawan
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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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Sounds
What are the sounds we love to hear,
the sounds that bring us joy?
They are all the sounds we've listened to,
sounds that don't destroy
how you feel or how you react
when they reach your ear.
They touch a certain part of you
that sometimes brings a tear
of joy.
A child's laughter so innocent and pure,
a rolling wave down at the shore,
a sound of comfort from a spoken word,
a sound of wind chimes in the air,
a sound of silence while in prayer,
a sound of white noise when you sleep,
a sound of joyful tears you weep.
These sounds and many, many more
can change a person's mood.
They soothe your body and your mind
so nothing can intrude
upon your joy.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Silence Is The Poem
The Silence is the Poem
And I am a fool for not listening to it.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Devil In The Bottle
(gary rossington - dale krantz rossington - johnny vanzant)
Well, theres a devil in the bottle, staring straight at me
Daring me to reach out, but I know hes testing me
If I take just one sip, I become that devils son
Act a fool, sell my soul before God and everyone
Oh lord, I know, I only hurt the ones I love
Im walkin down this dead end road, all alone and by myself
Wish I could blame the whiskey, but I can only blame myself
Running out of chances, and lord thats such a crime
I got to find the answer before I lose my mind
Oh lord its a cryin shame, oh lord Ive caused so much pain
I only hurt the ones I love
Theres a devil in a bottle that just wont let me be
So many times Ive been hurtin my soul and family
But I got free on the day I fought the
Devil in the bottle
The next time that ol devil tries to get the best of me
Ill smash that bottle against the wall and know Im finally free
Theres a devil in a bottle that just wont let me be
Theres so many times I let him hurt me
I got free the day I fought the
Devil in the bottle
Devil in the bottle
Devil in the bottle
song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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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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Hermit's Confession
So I never go out
but I'm never at home
so that's why I never
answer the phone.
You can believe me.
I'll tell you why.
The caller could be
someone I never
want to see,
someone who never
wants to see me.
Or so we agreed.
The truth can remain
hidden for years
till hung out to dry
in the summer sun
for all to see
like a nuclear plume.
So I never go out
but I'm never at home
so that's why I never
answer the phone.
You can believe me.
I've told you why.
poem by Donal Mahoney
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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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Defining The Kind Of Silence He Needs
it is like the silence of an empty room
not keeping anything
not holding
not gripping hands
or gnashing teeth
the windows are not closed
or the doors
to keep a hounding silence
it is a silence with still air
you hear me breathing in
and out
of my nostrils
nothing kept like grudges
nothing hidden like
some disappointments
it is the silence that heals
that gathers strength
the silence of your gratitude
the silence that rests
the silence
of the soul in solitude
the silence of peace
one that looks out
to the grandeur yet to come
one that waits patiently
the silence of
glory
godlike
humane, and seeks to understand
the one that drives
confusion away
like a bird
nesting its eggs for days
on a stable branch
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When A Person Does Not Know What
When a person does not know what to do with himself
When a person feels empty
When a person feels everything he had done and everything he can do do is meaningless
When a person is bored
When a person does not know what to do with himself
And wonders why he is on this earth
And how he will endure more of it
When a person does not know what to do with himself
He must do any little thing he can do
To get himself going-
He must wash the dishes or clean the house or take something to eat or take a small walk or read a page
Or do any one of a million or more other small things to get himself going
And once he is going he must somehow go on and on and from this to something else
So that at some point somewhere along the way somehow
He is doing something
Perhaps not that great
But doing something
And in doing something
Perhaps forgetting about himself
A bit
Perhaps.
WHAT DO I KNOW? \AND WHO AM I?
What do I know?
And who am I?
The real questions
I cannot answer
They are beyond me.
And I don't think
I have anything to give
Even in beginning to answer them.
Just another human being
Who has come this way
And soon will be gone
Without ever having answered
The real questions.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Sounds Of Reality
You want to sit in silence
just to gather your thoughts,
however you know that something
will shatter that shell apart.
The silence that you crave
will vanish in sounds of reality.
You want to sit without
any outside influence
invading your shell of silence
you have built around yourself.
Sadly the inevitable will happen
and the shell will be shattered.
The sounds of reality
creep into our lives
in those precious moments
when we need to be
alone with our thoughts
and as quiet as can be.
Some don’t understand
the quiet distance others need
and invade it with idle noise
from their chatter to a TV blast
which will shatter your silence shell
with the sounds of reality.
You feel like shouting
get out of my space
and leave me alone,
but then you doubt
if they will understand
and you suffer in the sounds of reality.
24 September 2010
poem by David Harris
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