Drowned
Sometimes the volume
Of my thoughts will swell so much
That I can't hear things.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Perfections Highway
Do you feel the tapping of your feet.
Do you sense a quickening of the beat.
Rhythm in colour, rhythm in design,
Rhythm in your ear, rhythm in mine.
Hear the music liven up your soul.
Hear the notes as vibrating sounds control.
Let the pulsation give a serene touch,
Let the tempo mean to you, so much.
Sweet melody, weaving pleasant dreams.
Sweet melody, is always what it seems.
In accord, let intricate songs entwine,
In accord, they mingle, all so fine.
Come now, let the volume swell and strain.
Come now, let it be your best loved refrain.
For you, great symphonies will start to play.
For you, cloud nine’s perfections highway.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Missing You
The sun shines through the open window,
The empty sides the shadows shallow
My arm circles nothing at all,
My fingers reach to touch the wall.
Missing you when Im away,
Think of things Id like to say,
Almost cry to hear you voice,
Lying with me,
Got no choice.
Mundane thoughts during the day,
Suddenly to see your face,
Interrupted thoughts have gone,
Knowing that youre all I want.
Missing you when Im away,
Think of things Id like to say,
Almost cry to hear you voice,
Lying with me,
Got no choice.
The awesome love I feel for you,
To see you now what would I do,
The desperate feeling youre not there,
To be with you pull out my hair.
Missing you when Im away,
Think of things Id like to say,
Almost cry to hear you voice,
Lying with me,
Got no choice.
song performed by by Madness
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Fear of my thoughts
You make me fear the thoughts in my brain
For the things I think
Of you
Thoughts which are't to be thought
Things which will never occur
I fear the thoughts in my mind
For they are things I long for
Things I know will never happen
Becasue you and I can't happen
I fear the thoughts inmy mind
because you are there every time
I can't visit my own mind
My own thoughts sadden me and enrich me with anger
Am angry atmelf
I fear my own thoughts
Just because it has what I want
Because I'm green with envy at it
Because you're there and not out here
I fear my own thoughts...
poem by Cannita Melius
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Zoomers
When I write my children’s stories
looking through the eyes of a cat
I often wonder what names
he gives to the things he sees.
They certainly wouldn’t be
what we refer to them to be,
so I have fun thinking
of alternate names to call them.
In the first volume I have published,
I introduced everyone to
half dogs and flying grub.
Now in my second volume
everyone will meet the Zoomers.
Any guesses what they might be.
A clue: A Zoomer flies at night
quickly and silently.
There is no prize for getting it right,
just the fun of guessing
what Zoomers really are.
poem by David Harris
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Just One Of Those Things
Cole porter
As dorothy parker once said to her boyfriend: fare thee well!
As columbus announced when he knew he was bounced: it was swell, isabelle, swell!
As abelard said to heloise: dont forget to drop a line to me, please.
As juliet cried in her romeos ear: romeo, why not face the fact, my dear?
It was just one of those things,
Just one of those crazy flings,
One of those bells that now and then rings,
Just one of those things.
It was just one of those nights,
Just one of those fabulous flights,
A trip to moon on gossamer wings, just one of those things.
If wed thought a bit of the end of it when we started painting the town,
Wed have been aware that our love affair was too hot not to cool down.
So, goodbye, dear, and amen! heres hoping we meet now and then.
It was great fun, but it was just one of those things!
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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The Sounds
I can hear her heart beat
It seams a little strong
I can hear the things I did wrong
I can hear her thoughts
By looking in her eyes
I can hear her all the times she cried
I can hear the memories
As they echo off the wall
Falling from the pictures down the hall
I can hear regret
Building up in side of me
And I can hear all the things
I could not see
Those are the sounds of a woman leaving
Stronger then the wind in a willow tree
Those are the sounds of a heart breaking
You can't hear it
But the noise is killing me
I should of heard it coming
But I chose to pretend
I should of recognizes that sound
Way back then
But I just wouldn't listen didn't want to all those years
Now the truth is ringing clear
In my ears
Those are the sounds of a woman leaving
Stronger then the wind in willow tree
Those are the sounds of a heart breaking
You can't hear it
But the noise is killing me
Those are the sounds of a heart breaking
You can't hear it
But the noise is killing me
I can hear it
And the silent is killing me
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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What Production Seeks to Achieve
Those of you who complain about the volume,
One produces that may reduce your sensibilities...
May or may not notice this,
The ones producing volume and sustaining such levels...
Of it.
Apparently have blocked out your complaints,
With the realization that even critics are giving attention.
And that is what production seeks to achieve,
N'est pas?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I want to
I want to break him down,
Want to hurt him,
I want to hear him cry in vain,
Lets hear the rain pour down in pain,
No one can hear you scream,
I will put you on fire,
I am wired in thoughts of killing or hurting you,
You had hurt me enough,
You made me cry,
I have tried move on,
But thoughts of you in my mind won’t fade away,
In darkness I have tried to kill myself,
In the light I have tried to cut myself,
I want to hear you scream,
Hear you beg for life,
As I roll the dice,
My life end in the darkness.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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Truth Of My Youth
There was a time and place
Where I never thought
I'd leave my own home town
But those days are finally
Dead and gone
It was never my intention
To stay there oh no
There was a conscious effort
Played by me
To disown anything I see
There was a girl I knew
Way back when
Who says she doesnt know me anymore
These are the lies
The things you never mention
These are my past mistakes
I'll stay away from
These are my thoughts
Written down on paper
Its my only savior
For not saying
What I want to say
These are the thoughts
That are on my mind
Moments that havnt yet been defined
And I dont know if you
Could ever understand
These are the things I cant say
When we're alone
There were countless hours
On the telephone
My ears were ringing
From the dial tone
There was flashing lights
People staring
There was nothing I could ever do
These are the lies
The things that you never metion
These are my past mistakes
I'll stay away from
This is the truth
The only time you'll hear it
I'll write it down
Because it seems so hard to say it
These are my thoughts
Written down on paper
Its my only savior
From not saying
What I want to say
These are the thoughts
That are on my mind
Moments that havnt yet been defined
And I dont know
If you could ever understand
These are the things I cant say
When we're alone
song performed by by New Found Glory
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I took five years on the first volume, five years on the second volume, and ten years on the third volume.
quote by Shelby Foote
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Happiness
Can you tell me what I like to hear
all the things that bring to my ear
joyous thoughts, pleasing words
that makes me feel like everything's right
within my world that I hold dear?
Can I close ny eyes and never see
all the things that bring to me
painful scenes, hurtful sights
that makes me feel like everything's wrong
within my world that's dimmed the lights?
Can I breathe in all the sweet aromas
of all the things to remind me where home is.
Pine and cedar, salty sea air
that makes me feel like there is nowhere
within my world that brings such bliss?
If I can hear the things I love
and I can always stay above
all the things that make me sad
and I can inhale the scents I've had
within my world to remind me of
my inner self?
Then happiness is mine.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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A Glimpse Of The Future
Tonight I caught a view
Of those days which lay ahead
Laying there with you talking
Playing your hand in my own
Turning my head to see you smile
The foolish little thoughts
We both know that we share
The television on in the background
Volume turned down low
Nothing that we were watching
We talked about tomorrow
Making private jokes there and then
A word or two we will remember
And always smile when we hear them
If tonight was a dress rehearsal
Of our days to come together
If it was a glimpse of the future
Then I look forward to sharing with you
A future that’s already beautiful
poem by Matthew Holloway
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A Small Victory
A hierarchy
Spread out on the nightstand
The spirit of team
Salvation is another chance
A sore loser
Yelling with my mouth shut
A cracking portrait
The fondling of trophies
The null of losing
Can you afford that luxury?
A sore winner
But Ill just keep my mouth shut
It shouldnt bother me
But it does
The small victories
The cankers and medallions
<<
They keep me thinking
That someday
I might beat you
But Ill just keep my mouth shut
It shouldnt bother me
But it does
If I speak at one constant volume at one constant pitch at one constant rhythm
Right into your ear, you still wont hear
You still wont hear
You still wont hear
You still wont hear
You still wont hear
You still wont hear
You still wont hear
song performed by by Faith No More
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Shady and Quite Below Grade
In volume and off an assembly line,
Reproductions they can produce.
And from the outside they feel proud,
Of themselves.
To be able to accomplish what they do.
But a recall of defections,
To correct imperfections...
Has those efforts they have made,
Seem a bit shady and quite below grade.
But with a sticking to the volume,
They believe this brings them praise.
They believe they've achieved a name,
For themselves.
Although it is the quality attempted,
That has brought them much shame.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Myriad Thoughts
I sit here in myriad thoughts
dancing around my head
too fed up to put them to bed.
Thoughts of the past,
thoughts of the future too,
thoughts of things this and that
and thoughts of what to do.
Memories invade at times
of pastures long gone by
as the myriad thoughts
fill my mind with anger and with love
and times; I wish I could have lingered with
when my years were young.
Things pass in phases,
hearts entwine then fall apart,
seasons readily appear,
stay awhile and then depart.
Here I sit in a lonely waste
thinking thoughts of what might have been
if the crystal ball I look into had only seen.
Now the myriad thoughts appear
to haunt me in quiet times
and carry me to distant places
the world has left behind.
Those little specks of moments
that still linger from the past
that lay waiting to capture me
before the quiet time has passed.
28 November 2009
poem by David Harris
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Well Did You Evah?
Porter
Have you heard among this clan
I am called the forgotten man ?
Well did you evah?
What a swell party this is!
Have ou heard the story of
Dexter boy being gypped by love?
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party this is
What frails, what frocks
What furs, what rocks
What gaiety!
Its all too exquis
That french champagne
So good for the brain
That band, its the end!
Kindly dont fall down, my friend.
Have you heard? professor munch
Ate his wife and divorced his lunch.
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party this is!
Have you heard? the countess krupp
Crossed the bridge when the bridge was up
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party this is!
Have you heard that mimsie starr
Just got pinched in the astor bar?
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party this is!
Have you heard that uncle newt
Forgot to open his parachute?
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party this
It s great, its grand
It s wonderland
What soup, what fish
That beef what a dish
That grouse, so rare
That old camembert!
That baba au rhum!
Will you please move over, chum?
Have you heard the poor dear blanche
Got run down by an avalanche?
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party this is!
Have you heard? its in the stars
Next july we collide with mars.
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party this is!
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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Once Full of Life
Hear her heart beat
Hear her heart thump
Hear her silent thoughts
Hear her silent tears
How she’s been sad for years
Hear her heart crack
Hear her heart cry
Hear her heart once full of life
Hear her beatless heart, shriveled, dark and dry.
Hear her heartbeat-slowly die
poem by Dani SCREAMS
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Prayer
I ASK good things that I detest,
With speeches fair;
Heed not, I pray Thee, Lord, my breast,
But hear my prayer.
I say ill things I would not say -
Things unaware:
Regard my breast, Lord, in Thy day,
And not my prayer.
My heart is evil in Thy sight:
My good thoughts flee:
O Lord, I cannot wish aright -
Wish Thou for me.
O bend my words and acts to Thee,
However ill,
That I, whate'er I say or be,
May serve Thee still.
O let my thoughts abide in Thee
Lest I should fall:
Show me Thyself in all I see,
Thou Lord of all.
poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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Pre-Occupation
It is not yet noon
And indeed it cannot come too soon
For already I'm at my wits end
Trying to figure myself out of this bend
Where all I can seem to do
Is fail to stop my thoughts from wandering to you
And my heart from diving south
And that annoying smile from curving my mouth
I'm not comfy with the swell of emotions
I experience at all these crazy notions
I assure you, I have better thoughts to think
And although I say this with a wink
Seeing as I've yet to earn my daily bread...
Could you kindly get the hell out of my head? ? ? ! ! ! !
poem by Marilyn Odeon
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There may be something good in silence. It's a brand new thing. You can hear the funniest little discussions, if you keep turning the volume down. Shut yourself up, and listen out loud.
quote by Wes Borland
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