Sing!
LET THOSE
who have no voice
sing
let the mute talk
let the blind see
let the deaf hear
let the maim walk
LET THOSE
who have no courage
fight
God tells us so.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Que sera sera, whatever will be will be
Three blind girls did sing
This que sera sera song
This whatever will be will be
Their voices did blend well
Their bodies stiff in their darkness
Since birth then today they come
On a heavenly cause
The three blind girls did make us cry
As we all watch them
How long have we been blind too?
Uncaring about those with disabilities?
Those who are deaf, and blind and mute
Those who cannot sing and walk and talk
We watch them sing we saw our tears falling
Have they too opened our eyes from this stark blindness?
I still cry today, though there is no need for you to see,
I, too, grapple, with my wide eyes open
This darkness at high noon
This muteness with my gaping mouth wide open
This silence amidst the boiling noise
Inside these vast and empty halls
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Loneliness Of The Untiring Writer
with equanimity i write for this audience,
deaf,
blind,
mute,
....imagine some monkeys and rats, and worms and squirrels
mute, blind, deaf,
i have no regret at all,
their hearts are bigger than the islands of paradise,
the mute claps with three hundred hands,
the blind sings with all the angelic voices in tens of hundreds
the deaf dances like some kind of a wiggling worm
vitally replicating its numbers geometrically
there is still this
wanting to be caught by a hungry
black bird
it is the silence of the mute that speaks so loudly
like a speaker of the house,
it is the restlessness of the deaf that shakes me,
and i tremble like a cymbal clanging ceaselessly
the chants of the blind, mystifies me,
scented cinders, lighted candles, fireflies on the trees
conclusion: we have become one happy family
and tonight, i will be writing some more for them
I've got no other valuable audience anyway.
and, let me finally add,
it is only my dead mother who still loves me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lights and Shadows …
The more you escape to the light,
The more you walk in the shadows,
Yet while we walk in the light, we become blind,
Blind to the sin,
Blind to the greed,
Blind to the lust,
Blind to the evil,
While we walk in the shadows our eyes adjust,
We see the lies,
We see the courage,
We see what we must do,
We see our duties,
To our countries and our self’,
We must let our eyes adjust to the shadows,
Then we can see behind the vales of the lie,
Then we may see our courage in front of us,
Then we can free our voices,
We can fight for our beliefs,
We can follow our beliefs,
Once we can accomplish this,
We are truly free of social bounds,
We are able to fight for our beliefs and freedoms,
This is courage,
Asking the unknown,
Pushing the bearers
And fighting for what you believe in.
copyrights 2008: Dustin J. Ross
poem by Dustin Ross
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Demon voice
he tells me to fight not to walk away
he tells me to scream not to talk rational
he tells me to hate not to forgive
he tells me destroy not to create
he tells me to give in
he tells me to kill
he knows i'm getting weaker
he knows it's almost his time
he knows he will be free
he knows he will have fun
he knows it will be a bloody ride to the end
he knows the end is death and so do i
poem by Paddy Jansen
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What They Were Looking
what they were looking for
are the answers to their questions
the food for their mouths
the progress of their future
a home for their children
a work that pays them well
what they were looking for
is the cure for their sickness
the lame to walk
the blind to see
the deaf to hear again
what they were looking from God
is their own
sometimes they miss what they should
have been looking to find
but God understands and God compromises
He gave the fish and the bread
He made the lame walk, the blind to see, the deaf to hear
and even if they did not ask
God gave them faith, hope and love.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Deaf-Mute
A deaf-mute brings a cup of tea!
A cup of tea with love so rare;
Love uncommonly seen, I stare;
How do I thank her for her charity?
Often by her mother chided;
A servant in her own house, unpaid;
A deaf-mute, she remains, since birth!
Wearing a smile and full of mirth;
A face quite content to the core;
I want to love her all the more;
My heart with anguish wants to cry;
For unfair things, men often try;
To scores of deaf-mute creatures,
God, a DEAF-MUTE, Himself remains!
poem by John Celes
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Before And After Christ (BC/AD)
I was blind and I could not see
I was dead by the trespasses in me
I was insensitive and devoid of feeling
I was sick and in need of healing
I was deaf and could not hear
I was lost in a world of fear
I was dumb and unable to talk
I was lame and could not walk
I was dim and unable to perceive
I doubted and I could not believe
Lord, I was blind and unable to see
Your loving arms outstretched at Calvary.
Lord, I was dead in trespasses and sin
unaware You had died my love to win.
Lord, I was lame and unable to walk
to enter your presence and hear You talk.
Lord, I was deaf and could not even hear
Your Gospel message ringing out so clear.
Lord, I was callous devoid of feeling
lost in sin and in great need of healing.
Lord, I was dumb and unable to shout
as You walked on by I could not call out.
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It was while I was in this wretched state
You came for me before it was too late.
Reached out and touched me with healing power
transforming my life that very same hour.
You raised me from the dead by Your grace
opening my eyes to behold Your face.
I leapt with joy and used my lips to sing
of Your great love and wondrous healing.
Now, no more is my soul condemned to death
since You breathed into me life giving breath.
I now have eternal life by rebirth
alive in You I'm no more confined to earth.
Born Annoying
I open my mouth to talk about me
Ill follow you around
Ill talk about me
Boring stories, I talk about me
I never understand
Nobody wants to hear it
Born annoying
Another slow numb
Another saying
Deaf-mute dancing
I bore some lady
Let me tell you
Let me talk some
About my girl about complexion
Born annoying
song performed by by Helmet
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finding the self in the self
gives you the wrong path
do not look to the stars
you are never there
look at the ground and
touch the hand of the blind
talk to the mute and be
the ears of the deaf
only can you find your eyes
in their eyes
your hands can feel the
warmth
that is not found within the
lines of your palms
only then can you hear
the sounds of your longing
that you can only understand
from their hunger
yourself is not in yourself
it is in the other
your heart is not in your
chest
it is in the emptiness of
another.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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TRIOLET: Unseen View from the Bar Stool
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These little voices in me sing
but I'm so smart, I'm deaf and blind.
Her flagrant glories -see! they swing!
These little voices in me sing
but you observe: I view nothing
and rambled babble I've declined.
These little voices in me sing
but I'm so smart, I'm deaf and blind.
poem by Glenn Bagshaw
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To sing to the deaf, to talk with the dumb, and to dance for the blind are three foolish things.
Mama, sing for Me
Mama, sing for me...
Mama, sing for me
Your voice, is the melody to my ear
Your voice, is like the singing birds
When I feel down
Your voice, rise me up
Mama, sing for me
When life doesn't turns out to be right.
Mama, sing for me
One last time.
Your voice, put me to sleep
Your voice is
My soul
My life,
My spirits
When I hear you sing
There's no need to be fear
There's no need to be worried
I'm alive because of your voice
So, sing for me
Sing for me one last time.
Mama, sing for me
Let me hear your voice one last time
You can't go now mama
You were the path of my life
Come back to me
You can't go forever
Mama, sings for me one last time
That's all that i want
Mama, sing for me...
poem by Guenael Oristel
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A different World
I was bit drunk and leaning to a lamp post
Then I had a dream of another world exists.
In the day time the moon is visible
Night you could see the sun.
Deaf they hear, blind they see and dumb they talk.
The rocks, trees and animals too communicate.
Cripple they walk.
No thieves, gamblers, liars and smugglers
So there won't be any politicians anyhow?
And money is strictly prohibited.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Fools
Good morning, sit down!
Dont sing anybodys anthem
Till you know whats on his mind
Keep the little grey ones working
Dont believe them deaf and blind
Ask them questions
Ask them questions
Where when who and why
Shut up yo mama tells ya
Shut up yo mama tells ya too
Shut up yo teacher tells ya
And youre gonna be their fool
And youre gonna be their fool
And when you ask them too much
They mostly answer with a sigh
And if you do it too directly
You wont get a real reply
Ask them questions...
Shut up...
Sit down!
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To live in peace one must be blind, deaf, and mute.
The Implausible
The Silence Rings so load
Only the Deaf Could Listen
A sweet voice from the dumb
Wow! The Cripples dancing in Steps
The blind filming the show
Still, The Noise can't defeat the Silence
Melody in the Noise not concede
Only the Deaf could enjoy it
Cripples hunting Great Aromas of the Silence
Blind can't cope with darkness
And the silence was touched,
No one could bear the Disaster
Smiles on the face of the Noise
The Dumb Singing of help
The blind ready to correct the mistakes
On the top of all, the Noise Stand,
So hard to dance but no option
Tears on the face of the deaf
Sympathizing the agony of silence.
From the sofa, The blind watched
poem by Abayomi Okemakinde
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Psalm 135
Praise due to God, not to idols.
Awake, ye saints; to praise your King,
Your sweetest passions raise,
Your pious pleasure, while you sing,
Increasing with the praise.
Great is the Lord, and works unknown
Are his divine employ;
But still his saints are near his throne,
His treasure and his joy.
Heav'n, earth, and sea confess his hand;
He bids the vapors rise;
Lightning and storm at his command
Sweep through the sounding skies.
All power that gods or kings have claimed
Is found with him alone
But heathen gods should ne'er be named
Where our Jehovah's known.
Which of the stocks or stones they trust
Can give them showers of rain?
In vain they worship glitt'ring dust,
And pray to gold in vain.
[Their gods have tongues that cannot talk,
Such as their makers gave;
Their feet were ne'er designed to walk,
Nor hands have power to save.
Blind are their eyes, their ears are deaf,
Nor hear when mortals pray;
Mortals that wait for their relief
Are blind and deaf as they.]
O Britain, know thy living God,
Serve him with faith and fear;
He makes thy churches his abode,
And claims thine honors there.
poem by Isaac Watts
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A deaf man heard how a mute told that a blind man has seen how a cripple walked.
My God Is Special
I am physically blind...
But oh God, thanks be to you for your spiritual sight.
I am physically deaf...
But oh God, thanks be to you that
Iam able to hear your sweet, sweet voice.
I physically cannot speak...
But God, thaks be to you for knowing
And understanding all my needs.
I physically cannot walk...
But oh God, thanks be to you for leading
And guiding me in your righteous way.
Thanks be to you oh God, for letting me know
That I am special.
Because you are special to me.
poem by Evelyn Clayborn
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Sweet Talk
I see your face in
The magazine stand
I wanna hold you in the palm
Of my hand
I love everything about you
Youre such a long way away
Your sweet talk
Aint enough for me
I may be deaf, but youre
Too blind to see
Youre gonna break my bones
With your feminine tones
But I dont wanna hear
Your sweet talk tonight
Not again tonight
When I call tonight
Dont wanna hear your
Sweet talk tonight
I hear your voice on the radio
Its gettin so bad I dont know
Which way to go
Why dont you wake up girl
Youre such a long way away
Your sweet talk aint enough
You see
I need a woman
Whos a woman to me
Youre gonna break my bones
With those feminine tones
But I dont wanna hear
Oh, I dont wanna hear it
Not tonight
Youre gonna break my bones
With your feminine tones
But I dont wanna hear
None of that sweet talk tonight
Oh, not again tonight
When I call tonight
Sweet talk tonight
Not again tonight
When I call tonight
Dont wanna hear your sweet talk
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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