Unheard
you can hear but a millionth part
of what the edges are silent about
no matter how many ears you lend
to the sound of rains
or the wind that I could never spell
or the waves I was crashed in
or a thunder that once spoke to me
about the lightening beauty encoded
in the palm of a human hand
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Thunder
Among so big a cloud
In the midst of lightening flashes
Is the voice of God to whom all will bow
For many a mile that is all you’ll hear
And the closer you get
The louder it is in your ear
As lightening surrounds you like a band
Powerful sound waves shake the earth
On which you stand
In so loud a voice it cries
O how puny and small you are
He who bows is wise
So will you bow to him who owns all?
Will you gladly serve Him,
In big things and in small?
So as rain laves
Remember...
Thunder is only a few sound waves
poem by Joses Tirtabudi
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There's A Sunset That's Made Only For The Glass Hour
some sundials that dropp silent secs of time
no shade in between standing too close to the past
it blooms like flowers never seen by eyes
it whispers like rains your hands have never touched
there's just a hint of the dusk in an unheard breaking
of window panes that stood closed for too long
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Picaro
Picaro signed its breath across the lines
Ash earthen fallen hurdles into dust
A sigh sign blown into whirls of time
Read off the palm read off the palm
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A leaf turns not into a fall
If there’s a hand a soft bottom call
Autumns of rain autumns of gold
In each leaf the soul beauty enfolds
And it’s not dying just fallen asleep
Beauty spelled peaceful in spring to leap
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My Known But Unknown Savor
the black cloud kept getting bigger and bigger
it was right on top of me
wush lightening and missed me by inches
then almost at the same time BOOM thunder rings loud in my ears
I start running and running away
screaming for help but it seemed as if no one could hear me
over the lightening and thunder
I scream again and again being a kid in a world of terror
I keep on running away from the lightening that was attacking me furiously
it was catching up to me
as I tripped I turn onto my back
I couldn’t move
I was scarred stiff
the cloud formed into a face and it was grinning at me
then I said to myself please someone please help me
the next moment I saw your face
asking me to take your hand
I wipe away the hail that has been blown into my eyes from the gushing wind
and said dad is that you
all you said was Becky-Becky Ann take my hand please
as soon as I took your hand I was sitting on a white fluffy cloud
I began to ask questions like
why was that cloud shooting lightening at me,
and how did you know I needed help and a million others
we talked for hours
then once he answered all my questions he said
Becky-Becky Ann I love you and Ethan very much
you are a very strong person and so is Ethan but he just doesn’t know it yet
take good care of him but I have to go now
I love you Becky-Becky Ann and tell Ethan I love him too
and remember when ever you need help
all you have to say is please and really mean it
and I’ll be there to save you
I love you too daddy
I say as a tear ran down my face
that is the day I knew she had died
but I found out that no amount of evil
can out do good and
that my dad is my unknown
but known savor
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How many lives to die
How many cries to hear
This street this street
Closing down on me
This bridge this bridge
River hum to hear
Get close go down
The water flows
Bend remorse to the ground
In fear it grows
Where do you truth off
Where do you truth down
The Eden roses thinning overnight?
Which speech what sound
Would you like to hear now
How many lives how many cries
Can your mirror bear?
Clairvoyant re-clair?
Presque-vue?
©Miroslava Odalović
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The Trees Know The Heart Of The Breeze
When gently touched in hugs of air
The sounds know the voice of the call
Addressed in a silent whisper of ease
Of relief deliverance from life in despair
Of irreplaceable love for each for all
This is why they sway in cradles of morns
This wind soothing cries of so many lips
Loved by the life that high above adorns
Open hands and light on the fingertips
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Can you see the blue eye
That wipes away the doubts
Turns down all the walls
Builds forgotten lands
Can you see the sky
Wearing the clouds
Fluffy cotton balls
So soft to the hand
I want to look at that eye
At the stars hidden by the daylight
To see the gown that the sky
Likes to wear at night
Angels unseen above
The way they spread their wings
Forever in love
With beauty that up there sings
©Miroslava Odalović
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Oldhood
Sit a while and hear
I have so much to tell
Loneliness is hard to bear
More so when age is pale.
Lend me your ears
My solitude is morose
It's now some years
Anyone came close.
My voice cracks when I speak
But I have so much to say
See me not as sick and weak
Lend a part of your day.
I have seen life for years
Some I want you to know
Listen a while as evening nears
Before I wind up and go.
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Let Us Be Friends
Let us not be the clouds,
Darkened clouds,
To weep and pour,
At every collision,
As collision are meant,
To mold us,
Not to tear us apart.
Let us not be the lightening,
Electrifying lightening,
to flash the light
at the roaming hearts,
as the roaming is meant,
to discipline us,
not to waste us.
Let us not be the thunder,
Deafening thunder,
To the listening of others,
At the events,
That irritate us,
Either ignore or move on,
Or play the Beethoven,
To the stuffed ears.
Let us be the friends,
To one another,
As the hand,
Pulls up the towel,
When dropped or,
as the hand,
that takes the spectacle,
the moment we wake up,
Let us sort out,
The troubles,
That our friends face.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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The gift of words
Some words I swallowed
Like pots of rain
Their beauty quenched the thirst
Some words I swallowed
Like fire and pain
Their bitterness left me cursed
Some words I wrote
In anger and haste
And spat them on the palm
Some words I sought
To heal be chaste
To find the peace be calm
Some words I followed
Like footprints lost
In dying piles of leaves
Some words I followed
Like benevolent host
Once he really receives
Both the gift of words
Right from the lips
That used to sing the poles
And the gift of words
When the mind slips
Into the broken holes
©Miroslava Odalović
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Mother Nature's Fall Dress
Mother Nature's Fall Dress
The wind came up and started to blow
A sky filled with dark and rain coming slow.
Trees swaying touching the ground
The rain still coming but now surrounds.
Lightening slashing the fabric of the sky
Exposing the vestigial virgins, colorful eye.
The river was in a tourmoil with patches of wake
Falls first weather and summer heat to break
The wind picking up almost to a gale
Thunder and lightening with enough rain to fill a pail.
I sit among nature's eventual force
Wind, lightening and dark clouds; of course.
More white caps on the river below
In a few short months we will call them snow.
The butterfly with flapping wings in haste
Wind takes no excuse for being late.
Disneyland could put on a replica of this endeavor
Wind, rain; thunder and lightening and be very clever.
10-28-05 Aho speaks.
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One night we walked
When it still was there
one night we walked
hand in hand on the white beach
at Uvongo
and there was no wind
on the lagoon
and the waves crashed from the sea
and I could hear the waterfall
splashing into the lagoon
and a great yellow moon
was magical in the sky
and somehow that world
was just made for you and me.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Words fed on dust
There are some words
Fed on the dust
Ash fallen sound
Reaching deep cries
The noise of which hurts
Though thrown away cast
Down to the ground
Undead it’ll rise
In winds and storms
Rain cradle of tears
When no heart warms
Lost forgotten years
The time of their birth
Dark swallowed patches
And the silent dirge
That no music matches
Placed on a hearth
They’ll burn and surge
Like candles broken
Melting in wax
A candle token
Of the soul that aches
Forever and ever abreast
Of an unleashed why of a quest
©Miroslava Odalović
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Sound Of Solitude
Do you hear as I do,
The sound of my unfolding silence
When it gets blended
With the blossoming-sound
Of a million roses in cascading colours
Of a distant Rose Island.
How often you lend your ears as I do,
To the lingering echo
Of the divine fragrance
Of a copious crop of exclusive sandalwood.
Do you listen to as I do,
The silent soaking
Of nocturnal vegetations
By the silver beams
Of a full moon.
Do you hear as I do,
The silent descending
Of the sparkling sound
Of delicate dew-drops
On the greenery of meadows.
Do you also hear with your broad eyes as I do,
The twinkling din
Of stars and starlets
Jostling for dotted space
On a rustic sky.
SOUND OF SOLITUDE
Do you hear as I do,
The sound of my unfolding silence
When it gets blended
With the blossoming-sound
Of a million roses in cascading colours
Of a distant Rose Island.
How often you lend your ears as I do,
To the lingering echo
Of the divine fragrance
Of a copious crop of exclusive sandalwood.
Do you listen to as I do,
The silent soaking
Of nocturnal vegetations
By the silver beams
Of a full moon.
Do you hear as I do,
The silent descending
Of the sparkling sound
Of delicate dew-drops
On the greenery of meadows.
Do you also hear with your broad eyes as I do,
The twinkling din
Of stars and starlets
Jostling for dotted space
On a rustic sky.
Mother Natures Fall Dress
The wind came up and started to blow
A sky filled with dark and rain coming slow.
Trees swaying touching the ground
The rain still coming but now surrounds.
Lightening slashing the fabric of the sky
Exposing the vestitial virgins colorful eye.
The river was in a turmoil with patches of wake
Falls first weather and summer heat, to break.
The wind picking up almost to a gale
Thunder and lightening with enough rain to fill a pail.
I sit among natures eventual force
Wind, ligntening and dark clouds of course.
More white caps on the river below
In a few short months we will call them snow.
The butterfly with flapping wings in haste
The wind takes no excuse for being late.
Disneyland could put on a replica of this endeavor
Wind, rain, thunder and lightening and be very clever.
poem by chuck Hurley
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None of That Sounded Like Sex to Me
~Noticing begins to open the mind.
Much like what Sunrise does upon the horizon...
When its light etches the darkness away from night,
With definition seen to highlight one's assisted vision.
And the brighter that light becomes,
An object begins to develop identity and cast a shadow.
As if attached to aid its meaning.
However...
When those clouds come,
And sometimes they do.
Expect some confusion to be done.
Since it will be difficult to determine,
If it will rain.
And...
That just may happen with or without lightening.
And/or no doubt with thunder.~
'With or without...
And slash or no doubt?
Don't they mean almost the same thing? '
~Huh?
What are you talking about? ~
'The lightening and thunder...
If it should come with clouds? '
~WHAT?
What does lightening and thunder have to do with it?
You kids don't listen with your ears or pay attention.
I'm talking about the birth of comprehension.
None of that has to do with lightening.
Maybe a bit of 'thunder' but rarely with lightening.~
'The birth of what?
None of that sounded like sex to me.'
~Your Honor...
If I may have a few words in my defense.
I need to explain why I stand before you today.
You see...
One of us had to be locked up.
So I knew If I 'tried' to knock some sense in his head...
It would be me found guilty! ~
'And Daddy...
That's why it's hard to listen to you at times.
Because you jump from subject to subject!
AND...
Don't worry about going to prison.
I'm going to volunteer to runaway.'
~When? How soon?
You need some money?
How much? ~
'See. See?
That's exactly what I'm talking about.
You're always joking.'
~Son...
Please take me seriously.
That's all I ask.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Antagonism vs epigonism
It's more interesting to watch two strong spirits in antagonism that a multitude of them in epigonism.
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Joy
Joy needs no reason at all, sorrow looks for one?
Radosti ne treba razlog, tuga ga traži?
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Spread your soul and lift
Your call towards the gift
The present of a child a never ending now
To live here each moment in a God blessed vow
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