Hoarded Silence
and so we made an understanding
to make our fences higher & stronger
& thicker,
we shake our hands and on that very day
we constructed things as planned
we heard some whistling that sound of the
mixing of the cement and sand and gravel
the putting of the blocks and finally the
shushing sound of the finishing touches
since then we could not see their affairs
in the same manner that we have kept strictly
on the privacy of our own events
the visitors that come the drinks shared
we know there is peace now
nothing of the old disturbance but when
everyone leaves to occupy their own private places too
what stays behind is the hoarded silence, this loneliness.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We are moving to places where our hands still touch
What you did was make this yard of cement
Some hard posts and high fences and barbwires
You call it safety; you call it clean to see
There will be no shrubs, no trees, just this
Big house and empty rooms, a garage full
Of cars, some phones and TV walls
We move to other places then since we disagree
We leave this place of cement and fences and walls
We move to the hills where we still have our trees
Our long winding rivers, the rocks and grass
The winds and skies, we move to places where
The birds are not caged, where they sing the sweetest songs
Where we and the rest of us are free
Where on mountaintops and cliffs and drifting clouds
Our hands still touch & shake the Hands of God.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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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a Poem Of Silence
Silence is a beautiful thing.
no other sound is as great as silence.
Silence is the sound of nothing,
but it is still a sound.
even if a sound is great and amazing,
nothing can top the blissfulness of silence.
not the sound of wind on grass,
not the sound of laughter,
nothing is as beautiful as silence.
silence is a sound, but it is so much
better than any other sound.
What created such a far-off winner?
I love silence, silence is the best.
Never there will be a time that there
will be
a greater sound
than silence.
poem by Llew N. Rmail
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Concrete Images
hands with veins like vines
creeping up the banyan tree
piling hollow blocks filled with
mixed cement and sand and
pea-sized gravel building this
high concrete post and 8-layered
wall between our two houses
my good neighbors with
square faces do not have
the ability to use kind words
like they are new aliens from
another galaxy 10 light years
away from my bamboo bench.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Silence
I got a feeling
Everything's gonna be alright
And I still find my way
And I heard
It's always darkest before the storm
So come on let it rain
Everything was different when I was seventeen
The world was so much brighter
Now I finally found the truth
Of what they hid for me
That world was so much kinder
Silence
Don't hear a sound
But my own voice
Silence
Is what it is
By my own choice
I believe
That we were meant to learn from our mistakes
And stumble along the way
Now I know
That people are gonna grap what they can take
Then just turn away
Everybody's searching
But no one really knows the truth
The world is upside down
What it's all about right now
Will soon turn to gray
Their promises have faded
Silence
Silence
Silence
Don't hear a sound
But my own voice
Silence
Don't hear a sound
But my own voice
Silence
Is what it is
By my own choice
All my little merry friends
Have turned their backs on me
Excuse me if I'm jaded
I'm so tired of people telling me
How it should be
Their promises have faded
Silence
Silence
Silence
Don't hear a sound
But my own voice
Silence
Don't hear a sound
But my own voice
Silence
Is what it is
By my own choice
Silence
song performed by by Tiffany
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The Road On The Other Side
first there is the glass jalousie window
misty, that is what they are,
no one opens it
but soon i will to see the bushes
and then beyond this is the road
a cemented road constructed by
a Korean Company
the name is Hanjen,
and then i hear two things
the thumps of a buffalo's feet
there are four
because it is tied to a big tree
and then the sounds of leaves falling
and this is a feat
of awareness
hearing the sound of the wind
interacting with the veins of the leaves
the stalks vibrating a sound
to the leaves
on the ground
the songs of the ants
love calls
of the robin on the twig of the gemelina tree
its roots slowly crawling
against the light
seeking refuge in the hollowness of the soil
hearing still the silence of the worms
asleep and full.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Understanding
It seems like only yesterday
I didn't have a clue
I stood alone not knowin where to turn
Now suddenly I look around
And everything looks new
I don't know why, but I think I'm startin' to learn
They call it understanding
A willingness to grow
I'm finally understanding
There's so much I can know
Until the day you came along
I used to just get lost
I only heard the things I wanted to hear
It always seemed like no one cared
But then you took the time
And now I look and everything seems clear
You've got me understanding
You've really helped me see
I'm finally understanding
It's meant so much to me
You've got me understanding
You're really on my side
You've got me understanding
song performed by by Bob Seger
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The Sound Of The Atom Splitting
(lowe/tennant/lipson/horn)
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I hate you
I hate you
Nothing will ever be the same
Oh really
Don't be silly
I told you it was all a game
Whenever i see you or your work
It makes me feel like spitting
What's that noise?
Oh that
We've been expecting it for ages
It's the sound of the atom splitting
He's a villain,
Him over there
With a stocking on his head
Look, there's another one
They call themselves pinheads
What's that noise over there?
Is it the corrogated iron they're hitting?
No, no, it's perfectly normal
It's just the sound of the atom splitting
Whose side are you on anyway?
Is that some kind of threat?
Well, i suppose it will have to do
As long as you don't make too much mess
And would the last person to leave
- once you all finish kissing -
Turn the video on to record
You never know what you're missing
Bread and circuses
And maybe later
The sound of the atom splitting
Quiet at the back, please!
No whistling
It's the sound
The sound
The sound of the atom splitting
I hate you
I hate you
Quiet at the back, please!
No whistling
It's the sound
The sound
The sound of the atom splitting
It's the sound
The sound
The sound of the atom splitting
Oh really
Don't be silly
I told you it was all a game
It's the sound
What's that noise?
Quiet at the back, please!
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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These All Entice Me
the sound of a bus leaving the city
the picture of a highway
and the old town far away from here
where i am seated and
not waiting for someone to love
the sound of a jet plane stabbing the
sky for an asian destination
the white beaches of Thailand
and the old temples of Myan Mar
the sound of putting off a television
that last clicking sound and then the silence of the room
all these are so enticing.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Headline News
Once, there was this kid who
Took a trip to singapore and brought along his spray paint
And when he finally came back
He had cane marks all over his bottom
He said that it was from when
The warden whacked it so hard
Mmm mmm mmm mmm, mmm mmm mmm mmm
(*whip* sound) ahh
Once there was this girl who
Swore that one day she would be a figure skating champion
And when she finally made it
She saw some other girl who was better (*ding* sound)
And so she hired some guy to
Club her in the kneecap
Mmm mmm mmm mmm, mmm mmm mmm mmm
(*thwack* sound) ahh
Mmm mmm mmm mmm, mmm mmm mmm mmm
They got paid for their sound bites
And sold their tv movie rights
And then, there was this guy who
Made his wife so mad one night that she cut off his weiner
And when he finally came to
He found that mr. happy was missing
He couldnt quite explain it
Itd always just been there
Mmm mmm mmm mmm, mmm mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm mmm, mmm mmm mmm mmm
Ahh ahh (there) ahh ahh (were), ahh ahh (there) ahh ahh (is)
Ahh ahh (there) ahh ahh (were), ahh ahh (there) ahh ahh (is)
Ahh ahh (there) ahh ahh (were), ahh ahh (there) ahh ahh (is)
Ahh ahh (there) ahh ahh (were), ahh ahh (there) ahh ahh (is)
(there were, there is)
(there were, there is)
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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The handyman
His knowing hands
could hit nails
and lay bricks exactly right
and with his eyes,
he could draw and measure lines
and know exactly
how the plans wanted things.
Developer and businessman
and the best handyman was he
and he took an oath,
that his children
would get higher education.
Wood turned into beautiful objects
under his hands
and tables and chairs
was shaped magically.
He constructed a church without charge
and houses without number,
but a door fell
with a thundering crash
and in his body
some veins were cut
and the medical science
was still too primitive
to help and rescue
a man bleeding internally.
Still his works
exists in places
and one lesson still stays with me,
to do the best
with every thing
on which you lay your hands
and that nothing is too large
to dream about
or to accomplish.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Sound Of Sand And Gravel
it is the wheel of this caromata
that makes the grinding sound of
the sand and gravel spread on the
road that shall lead us all to home.
i miss that sound now that i have
this innova car well closed and
air conditioned with the sound
of the cd's rock music says that
i must forget you.
you're my home. and i cannot
just forget its warm pillow.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Virtue Of Self-reliance....
i wait for no one
and no one waits for me
copy: i am an island
i touch no one and no one touches me
does this sound like poetry at all?
does this sound like an existential angst of one who wants to hold on the hooks of words
fished out from the confused waters?
for one, i haven't heard the cries for help
there is only the sound of feet and hands flapping like the fins of a fish
as though
someone is short of breath
and about to die
i like this,
this way to the door of the music room
sitting on a bench
facing a piano
as i begin to press and let my fingers travel distances
each note
takes me to nowhere, relying only on the sound of its longing
no destination, no purpose
ah, like a cocoon hanging on a leaf
merely passing the time away
without the dream of a butterfly
inside its darkness
ah, everything blooms,
everything opens
let us see how can this happen to me
watch me as i too watch you
this must be life then, surprises all surprises
how can boredom be so real?
how can jejune be June?
what about the numerical ennui on the month of May?
listen, listen
drink the silence
savor this inner peace
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Evolutionary Dilemma
I had initially thought,
I was born evolved.
Through a chamber of,
The finest construction.
Soon years after I,
Heard a lecture on,
‘The Origin of Species; '
And was strictly told,
To forget the Almighty,
And his creations.
I was left wondering,
Knowing that a man,
Could make a microscope;
Analogically did it mean?
That the eye of eagle,
Too made, the same way.
Constructed piece-by-piece,
And assembled to see.
Do I really own a right?
To assume the creator,
Functioned the manner,
A tool-maker did;
Or should I think,
The other way round?
Copyright © 2012 Sanjeev Kumar
poem by Sanjeev Kumar
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Loneliness
Heart breaks in loneliness.
A frosty morning; daylight repeals it, and I feel loneliness
on the eve of the day.
When it rains,
a swallow wants to denote a song.
But, after that world calls loneliness.
I see the river flowing, and I come closer to the bank.
I heard the river roaring more in loneliness.
When I stay in my study room
thinking past events, my conscience becomes more powerful in loneliness.
It’s better to stay sometimes in loneliness.
We need sometimes to alleviate pains in loneliness.
You see, love often adorns more homage in loneliness.
Loneliness…………………..
When a war ends,
It becomes time to return for soldiers in loneliness;
and we all mourn in loneliness.
Then we realize what peace is!
One day we all have to say the world ‘good bye’ in loneliness.
Yes, loneliness ……….
poem by Bibhakar Dutta
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A Ponderous Moment...
at the point somewhere between
loneliness and
independence, one settles on faraway places,
to see how things are
from a distance, and you soon find out
it is you that seeks the company of others,
spends for their drinks, caters for their caprices,
enslaved and deprived,
it is you that has behaved as the insufficient one
always begging for
a relationship, and you conclude that you have
always been
the lonelier than before
the insecure one, looking for others' entertainment
dependent as an accessory metal to
their diamond natures,
but it will only be for a time, soon
you discover it and fight back,
i mean,
you begin to question your own behavior,
and you shy away, feeling guilty about your
weaker side, and you begin to build the fences again
to make a good neighbor
of yourself,
you write in your journal,
i have always been
a defeatist, needing always the hands of others,
those that press upon me
choke me and had almost killed me
those whose arms have become ropes around
my neck
you quit.
you ponder again.
you look at the stars at night and marvel upon
the distances of each
and their solemn silence
their pride and self-esteem
always whole, glittering,
against the darkness of the
universe.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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If Only I Could Hear
if only i could hear...
not the cry of hunger,
but the cry of that which feeds.
not the pounding of the guns,
but the silence of peace.
not the tears of the homeless,
but the sound of hammers building shelter.
not the shuffling of money,
but the sound of needs being met.
not the cry of the sick,
but the sound of healing.
not the voices of anger,
but voices in dialogue.
not the bitterness of prejudice,
but the harmony of tolerance.
not the lies that bring division,
but understanding breaking down walls...
if only i could hear...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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What If
What if sunshine
Perchance, made a sound…
What kind of sound
Wouldst one think It to be?
Would it shriek e’er so loudly…
And pummel the ground…
Or settle like snowflakes
Drifting down… tranquilly
Pray tell, what sound…
Would clouds and haze make
Would they screech and grind
Mayhaps rasp and scrape?
What if…fog made a thoughtful thrum
And mist an insistent hiss…
And rainbows the sound of a blowing nose
What, the sound… of scent of rose… consist?
What if… a look of awe… made noise
And an angry stare could thunder?
What would be the sound of toys
And what the sound of plunder?
What if…one could hear a moonbeam
Or perceive the sound of a shooting star
And what if only fools and idiots could hear them
Would they know how lucky (or cursed) They are?
What if… only a select favored few
Could opt to hear
this other-worldly hymn
And the choice was offered up to you
What if…the sounds ne’er heard
Could be sounds rung loud and true
Ne’er heard in fact or word…except
By fools and idiots…and you!
poem by David Whalen
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A sound of silence
A sound of silence
~
Silence that distant sound
Speaks volumes of variety
One mans peace another’s fear
Between the words unsaid
And those wanted to be spoken
The holding presence silence brings
A time of reflection is found
To rest upon a thought content
Or contend with a growing fear
A paranoid mind suffers silence
Broods its every moment
Where the calm is at peace
Embracing fully everything
Silence that distant sound
Speaks volumes of variety
poem by Matthew Holloway
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I Wanna Take You Higher Again
Beat is getting stronger, feel it getting stronger
Sound is getting longer, too
Music is a thought to me
I want to, I want to..
I wanna take you higher (take you higher)
I wanna take you higher (take you higher)
Baby, baby, baby, light my fire (light my fire)
I wanna take you higher (take you higher)
Whoo!
Beat is nitty gritty, feel it nitty gritty
Sound is in your city, too
Musics been a thought to me
Dont you, dont you, dont, dont
Dont you wanna get higher (take you higher)
Dont you wanna get higher (take you higher)
Baby, baby, baby, light my fire (light my fire)
I wanna take you higher (take you higher)
Boom shaka-laka-laka! boom shaka-laka-laka!
Boom shaka-laka-laka!
(beat is nitty gritty...)
(I m gonna take you high...)
Beat is there, Im with you
Beating there to lose you
Sound is there to help you groove
Musics been a thought to me
Everybody, take your places
Im gonna take you higher (take you higher)
I wanna take you higher (take you higher)
Baby, baby, baby, light my fire (light my fire)
I wanna take you higher (take you higher)
Higher, higher, higher, hhmmm -
I wanna take you (take you higher)
I wanna take you higher (take you higher)
Baby, baby, baby, light my fire (light my fire)
Im gonna take you higher (take you higher)
Dont you wanna get higher (take you higher)
(take you higher)
Im gonna take you high (higher)
Im gonna take you high (take you higher)
Baby, baby, baby - baby, baby, baby (take you higher)
Baby, baby, baby, light my fire (take you higher)
Higher (take you higher)
(take you higher)
Baby, baby, baby - baby, baby, baby (take you higher)
Baby, baby, baby, light my fire (take you higher)
Higher (take you higher)
(take you higher)
Im gonna take you (take you higher)
Im gonna take you (take you higher)
Im gonna take, gonna take, gonna take you higher (light my fire)
I wanna take you, I wanna take you higher (take you higher)
song performed by by Duran Duran
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