I Hear (A Poem At The Beginning Of The Day)
I HEAR (A POEM AT THE BEGINNING OF THE DAY)
I hear
And you too can hear
The silence at the break of day.
It says to us
‘The world can begin again
if we can see it and believe it’
Now at the edge of another beginning
I write these small lines
For you for me for all of us
Who need to live again.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Waited for the Silence
I waited for the Silence
Only then could I hear my own poem -
The Silence came and I began to write
Bu there were nonetheless small disturbing sounds
Which drowned the inner mood and melody-
I waited for the Silence again
And the Silence did not come
And the poem I wanted to hear
Was not in me -
So all I can do is write down what happened
As if this too were a poem
And the satisfaction of a need
Even if I cannot hear my own sounds.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Do Yiu Listen..Or Do U Hear
s the sun rises, , all is quite no chatter of people no cars goin by
but in this silence i hear
i hear the wind as she sings her song
i hear the birds in the sky as they fly by
this is the best silence of all
no phones ringing, no engines reviing as they race by
i hear everything in nature in its glory
can u hear it too..or can u not silence ur selfs
i hear the clouds as they roll in
its this silence that i take pen in hand
and write
u think as u read but thier is no silence
for u can hear the horses roam
u can hear the thunder off in th distance
but when we are loud we caint hear
the beauty of what surrounds
so as u read this poem silence ur mind
and next time u walk out side
silence you mouth ur mind
and u can see silence of the
of all things
then u can truly hear
as i do
and a beautfull sound to see
greyicewolf
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poem by Jeff Greyicewolf
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There Is No Poem To Begin The Week With
THERE IS NO POEM TO BEGIN THE WEEK WITH
There is no poem to begin the week with
Emptiness is the beginning
I try to think
I try to listen to some internal rhythm
I write words down
My thoughts are simple and self- referential
The green- yellow light is there outside my window
The world is moving
Am I writing a poem or simply writing whatever sentences come into my mind?
I sometimes think poetry never stops being written within me
At other times I believe I am just ambitious and pretentious
Today this is the beginning
These lines these words
A poem to begin the week with?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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A Single Silence Forever
A SINGLE SILENCE FOREVER
I hear a poem in me
It comes suddenly
Like the lightning flash of fear
We cannot run away from
When darkness is our only memory.
.
Why we live and why we die
What we are and what we dream
All that means so much
And has been said so many times before
Again rehearses itself here
And I hear it and re-hear it and re- hear it again
Because I know and only I know who I am not and will never be.
The fading stars and the distant lines
The signals of another world so far from us we will never really be in
All that is beyond and without sense and without meaning
And which we will never understand
Speaks and cannot be heard.
I am trying to say I heard a poem in me
But what I truly heard
Was only the sound
Of who I am
A single silence forever upon the hidden ruins of time.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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There Is A Poem Today - I Hear It Now Beginning
THERE IS A POEM TODAY- I HEAR IT NOW BEGINNING
There is a poem today
I hear it now beginning -
Yet suddenly-
Nothing really in me -
I have no poem-
I am no poem-
This day has not begun-
The morning light is only now
The dreaming of the sun.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Don't Hear A Poem This Morning
I DON’T HEAR A POEM THIS MORNING
I don’t hear a poem this morning
I hear nothing but a computer hum
A silence which has no beauty in it
A fear which has no name.
I hear loneliness and sadness and doubt and trouble
I don’t hear ‘kindness’ and ‘love’
I hear ‘worry’
I hear Fear.
I hear nothing of Beauty or Kindness or Love
I hear a poem which once again
Says how difficult it all is.
What a troubled person I have always been
Even as I calmly write this now.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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In Silence
In silence, you can hear
the scratching of a pen across paper.
In silence, you can hear
the rhythmic sound
of your heart beating
telling you you are alive.
In silence, you can hear
the screech of a demon call.
In silence, you can hear
the murmur of a baby
just moments before
they begin to awake.
In silence, you can hear
your memories calling.
In silence, you are transported
back in your life
into days long gone by
under sun-drenched skies.
In silence, you can hear
your voice of loneliness.
In silence, you are there
within the confines
of your inner self
and forever alone in silence.
11 May 2012
poem by David Harris
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I Thought To Begin The Day With A Poem
I THOUGHT TO BEGIN THE DAY WITH A POEM
I thought to begin the day with a poem
But inside myself I hear only my own slow emptiness
Word by word I try to hear
And there is some small motion now
But still
A real poem
A poem of beauty
A poem of light
A poem of love
A poem that makes the dreamer long to dream-
And the lover long to love-
A poem that moves-
Well it is very very dark outside
And the world straining to give
Small rain to a dry land
Seems to say,
‘There may be a poem today
But it is not the poem you dream
Not the poem others will love
As you have loved
True poetry.’
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Hear Nothing
I HEAR NOTHING
I hear nothing
There is no poem
No poetry
Dull stale flat unprofitable
Oh the uses of this world.
Silence
Fear
Oh the darkness the darkness
Deep deep deep
I hear nothing
I wait
A thousand great lines of others
And not one of mine
No poetry no poem no poet
The world is going on and by
And poetry is in it
But I am on the side mumbling in silence
A silence unheard and only alone.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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There Are Times When Only By Hearing The Poems Of Others
THERE ARE TIMES WHEN ONLY BY HEARING THE POEMS OF OTHERS
There are times when only by hearing the poems of others,
Can one begin to write one’s own-
One needs the rhythm of poetry
And once one has it
One can perhaps begin.
This morning I have not listened to anyone else-
And I write these lines
Into the bare space of the page
With a tremor of doubt
At whether they are ‘poetry’.
I hear myself as a poem
But what others hear
May be something else entirely-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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A New Year Should Begin Again With New Hope
A New Year should begin with new hope-
Beginning again-
But after so many beginnings and so many years
And in Old Age?
I write these lines as if I had written them many times before
What if a new beginning is only a repetition of what one has already done before?
I try to begin again
I force myself forward
An old man tries too to walk faster
And sometimes he can
But slowness and sadness are his essence.
I will begin again
But more slowly than before.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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A Poem Needs Silence
A POEM NEEDS SILENCE TO HEAR ITSELF BE HEARD
A poem needs silence to hear itself be heard
Background clutter destroys the holy word.
Let the music play elsewhere,
Let the talkers aloud outside,
A poem needs silence
To hear itself inside.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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A Poem As Small Desperate Prayer At The Beginning Of The Week
A POEM AS SMALL DESPERATE PRAYER AT THE BEGINNING OF THE WEEK
Let these small lines
begin to be
A sign
I still have something
To give.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Strive Against The Silence Of The Night
I STRIVE AGAINST THE SILENCE OF THE NIGHT
I strive against the silence of the night
Against my own inner emptiness
I wait to hear some song from inside myself -
Nothing is written.
I go back to where I am
And begin again.
There is always a poem if one is patient enough.
But what poem?
And for what special meaning of this night?
I write again and again
A poem which is about writing a poem
And when I come to end it
I question again and again
Whether it is real.
This night is already deep in darkness
And yet I have almost broken its silence
One more line
One more writing about writing a poem -
Perhaps Memory will come back to me
And I will write a more real poem
Than this strained effort now.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Hear Within Myself The Greater Lines Of Others
I HEAR WITHIN MYSELF THE GREATER LINES OF OTHERS
I hear within myself the greater lines of others-
I began to write ‘I wandered lonely as a cloud’
I thought ‘Continuous as the stars that shine and twinkle on the Milky Way’
I felt ‘When you are old and grey and full of sleep’
I thought again ‘Doth God exact day – labor light denied? ”
I felt in my soul ‘Ah love let us be true to one another For the world which lies before us like a land of dreams ‘
Inside me I heard ‘The world is filled with the grandeur of God’
Time after time I repeated ‘O cursed spite that ever I was born to set it right’-
All in me is poetry more than my own
‘Oh to be in England, now that April’s here’
'Oh wild west wind thou breath of autumn's being'
I do not know how to stop the lines -
More in me than myself is the Poetry of others
And where I begin must end a greater Beauty not my own-
Oh Poem Oh Poetry Oh Poets of the Past
Oh Light of the world greater than my own small light-
Oh singing in the wilderness a song not my own
Oh much more than I can ever be
Others’ Poetry.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Sometimes I Read Or Hear A Poem
SOMETIMES I READ OR HEAR A POEM
Sometimes I read or hear a poem
And know there is real Poetry in the world-
Poetry that takes me beyond anything I myself could know or write-
Poetry of a different kind of Beauty -
A language I never thought to hear
But once heard charms and delights me
As never before.
There is Poetry-
And there are real Poets-
And there are yet Dreams to be written-
So write on Stranger
Maybe you are the next one
A real poet
A voice the world truly needs and wants and loves to hear
Beyond any ever heard before.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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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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Bad Connection
Morning, this morning the curtains are shut
Id ring you in the morning but the phones been cut
Can you hear me, Ive been calling all day
Can you hear me
The radio reporter said the lines all dead
He told me that I oughta write a letter instead
Can you hear me, Ive been calling all day
Can you hear me
Yes Id wish theyd fix the wires cause my baby wont know
That Im leaving in the morning and Im ready to go
Can you hear me
Can you hear me at all
Gotta get the operator, make a telephone call
And if I write a letter it wont get there on time
Ill only reach you baby on the telephone line
Can you hear me, Ive been calling all day
Can you hear me
My cars all ready and my bags are all packed
Im late already and I wont be back
Can you hear me, Ive been calling all day
Can you hear me
Chorus 3x
Can you hear me at all?
song performed by by Everclear
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Bad Connection
Morning this morning the curtains are shut
Ill ring you in the morning but the phones been cut
Can you hear me Ive been calling all day
Can you hear me
The radio reporter said the lines all dead
He told me that I oughta write a letter instead
Can you hear Ive been calling all day
Can you hear me
Chorus
Id wish theyd fix the wires cause my baby wont know
That Im leaving in the morning and Im ready to go
Can you hear me
Can you hear me at all
Gotta get the operator make a telephone call
And if I write a letter it wont get there on time
Ill only reach you baby on the telephone line
Can you hear me
Ive been calling all day
Can you hear me
My cars already and my bags are all packed
Im late already and I wont be back
Can you hear me
Ive been calling all day
Can you hear me
Repeat chorus
Ooo can you hear me
song performed by by Yaz
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Bad Connection
Morning this morning the curtains are shut
Ill ring you in the morning but the phones been cut
Can you hear me Ive been calling all day
Can you hear me
The radio reporter said the lines all dead
He told me that I oughta write a letter instead
Can you hear Ive been calling all day
Can you hear me
Chorus
Id wish theyd fix the wires cause my baby wont know
That Im leaving in the morning and Im ready to go
Can you hear me
Can you hear me at all
Gotta get the operator make a telephone call
And if I write a letter it wont get there on time
Ill only reach you baby on the telephone line
Can you hear me
Ive been calling all day
Can you hear me
My cars already and my bags are all packed
Im late already and I wont be back
Can you hear me
Ive been calling all day
Can you hear me
Repeat chorus
Ooo can you hear me
song performed by by Yaz
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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