Noiceless voice...
Are the razors sharper than your words?
No, your words are sharper,
as it cuts the heart,
without any incision.
Is the lightening the result of collision?
Yes, after every collision,
the electrifying lightening,
flash the mind then and there.
Do suppressed human have voice?
Yes, they talk to themselves,
with noiseless voice,
that has to be heard.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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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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Your Always Missing
Something Strong is living on
Even though you’re gone
When I cry my tears
They create rain for you
Because you’re gone
I’m sitting by the bed side
Where you once laid
Many days I cry my self to sleep
And the rain comes to play with me
All I want is just you near
Missing everything that I want to share with you
Every time I close my eyes
I close my eyes with you
And I see your face next to mine
And the rain is above my head tonight
Missing words of lullabies
Sweet tender voice is silent
Rain comes to play
With lightening always striking
And your always missing
Walking in the park
Clouds always gray
Time with you was gone to soon
And theirs only tears and rain
So what is left to say today
Tree’s never swaying
Plants never growing and dancing with you and me
The rain is always here
It’s never that comforting to me
Missing words of lullabies
Sweet tender voice is silent
Rain comes to play
With lightening always striking
And your always missing
I just want to see you again
Singing a song with me
Never again to dance in the rain not without you I won’t
No more playing for me
But the rain is playing with me
Missing words of lullabies
Sweet tender voice is silent
Rain comes to play
With lightening always striking
And your always missing
Never to hear the silent cries
Only angels seem to hear
I’m guessing your up their too
But is the rain playing with you
Missing words of lullabies
Sweet tender voice is silent
Rain comes to play
With lightening always striking
And your always missing today
Your always missing from me
And the rain is crying with me
Which is chaste?
My eyes are sharper than swords.
Your attention was held.
My words are sharper than eyes.
Your heart was won.
My pen is sharper than words.
Your senses struggle.
Is my sharpest weapon blunt
‘Cause your senses are strong?
No, your senses are iron sheathed.
Else, your senses are the weakest.
The senses shown can be visible.
Hence you dread to show.
The shown heart, who knows?
Hence, you dare to concede.
Heart, more precious, is given.
Yet you guard your senses.
Throne is lost; sword is guarded.
War is lost; battle is waged.
Kings are friendly; subjects only war.
Heart is given; senses are withheld.
Visibly chaste; Invisibly what?
13.06.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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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Few Words
Few words
Can cause
Wonder or a disaster
Can make sound
More than a bomb
Resulting into breakdown
Of the heart and mind
Few words
Can turn a sad face
Into a one with a big smile
Few words
Can be heavier than the
Biggest of hammers
Can break intimate
Relationship
Turn it into enmity
Few words can be sharper
Than a knife
Can cut the thread of trust
Into thousand pieces
Few words can be
Very soothing
Can heal wound faster
Than any medicine
Few words of sympathy
Can give solace to
Someone in agony
Few words of apology
Can resolve the biggest
Differences
Few words of
Encouragement
Can motivate someone
To the road of victory
Few words of love
Can bring
Two unknown souls
Together
07-02-2012
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poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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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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Voice
There's a lot that you preach and say you stand for
Kindness and generosity but you still have to settle a score
Skilled with the a blade sharper than a lethal sword
Freedom of speak, the only weapon you can afford
So many sit in silence as your opinions are shared
Words that are laced with poison but still they truly care
No one can tell just what your tune can truly sell
The only ones free are the ones whose hearing time quells
Yet there is still one whose voice speaks volumes through yours
As silence descends so does the truth hidden before
This other voice speaks and all has been restrained
But in a less violent way as those that you tamed
Violent may not be the correct term to use here
No, maybe I should show them the terror and fear
That held them so restricted in the cold and the dark
Show them the true power of your words possessive mark
So now that they listen to this other voice
Maybe now you can make the right choice
Let them be free for the sake of your soul
Because even though you try to protect, you can't pay that toll
poem by Rebecca Pepper
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1. One
I am trying to find my poetic rhythm.
Pen my flow of thoughts.
Words running through my mind,
Ideas running through my mind.
Incoherent, Scattered and disjointed
I am trying to make words and ideas one
Create a world of words, in this world of chaos
Words running from one end
Ideas running from one end
On a path of collision
Ideas and words unite, one
One, the beginning
One, the universal beginning
One, the number of the gods
One, my first poem
poem by Anand Dixit
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A Few Words
A few words
Could bring more than a sound
Touch the ears turn wry to golden smile
or sharper than a glass to cut into pieces
Misunderstanding,
Winding up a road between us
Separating emotions out of mind from the case
Would be wrong to let ego reign the grace
How ignorant sometimes heart could be?
Deaf two ears, and blinding opened eyes
Pretend the silence is your voice
Avoiding you is not a choice
Misunderstanding
A curse of few words
Lead a way to stray from the truth
A plead for apologizing replied by ignoring
A few words used for fighting and shouting and hurting
You............Silence
Standing still but beautifully broken
I looked into your eyes and surprised
In a mirror of a story without lies
Heard...listened a word...'sorry'
Encodes a meaning of 'Forgive me'
No, your lips tightly sealed
It is your voice within sent to me
A few words
I used as the sharp glass tease
Cut you deeply, and you bleed
Saw it all behind the naked eyes
But you still standing to hold me
Never mind how wrong i can be
How i can find a magic in a few words
To heal your pain stained and clot
Regretting how wrong i did to you
To believe unreal and count your tears
I never thought so hurtful this way
When i thinking of myself it linking to you
I hurting myself whenever i hurt you
A few words
I tried to search for proper sorry
Would you blind your eyes, deaf two ears?
Words crime sound nothing but now i fear?
It fears me as i don't to lose you
...Forget the past and start a new
we never meant to be hurt...
You replied with A few words
In form of softness creating golden smile
Your sweet words neutralize the voice of bile
I learned how to speak when i was a child
But just understanding 'A few words' now
Misunderstanding
Lesson of learning to understand
If i can turn back each time i hurt you
Will avoid this bruises stamp on you
Now, between this winding road
As i standing at the aisle of choices
Picking either Emotions or Mind
Decided to fuse, balance these two
A relevant choice for not to hurt you
Sanity tell all to me,
We meet not to wait this end
We born to be happy till the end of time
A few words
Powerful or hurtful
Time to choose...
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The twisted story just for a write to point what
words can do..for me it's better silent than let
people hurt by our words, unless we make say it better
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poem by Unwritten Soul
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Flash's Dream
Scene: mr. black's army is closing in on flash & the spivs.
After a long day's campaigning flash, having overindulged
The alcohol, has fallen asleep in his den.
Voice: cooee. cooee. flash. flash
Flash: who is this?
Voice: wake up flash. can you hear me flash?
Flash: who is this? who dares to wake me from my slumber?
Voice: need i announce myself? am i such a stranger to you?
Flash: say your name. speak!
Voice: i am your soul.
Flash: my soul?
Voice: i have come to show you who you are.
Flash: show me who i am? i know who i am you upstart! how
Dare you intrude.
Voice: you lied and schemed and took over a simple village and
Turned it into a vulgar playground for your own money-
Making ends. before you came people lived simple lives.
This was a happy place. then you ploughed up the fields,
Sold off the land and lined your own pockets with the profits.
Flash: lies! lies! i did it to help the nation
Voice: you did it for your own preservation!
Flash: no! no!
Voice: prepare yourself flash, there are many who suffered at your
Hands. they are craving for vengeance. time is running out.
Flash: can this be the end? can this be the swan song? the final
Elbow? i will not go. the people need me.
Voice: men like you will always come and go, but the people will go
On forever. take one final look at the past flash. enjoy it,
Because you have no future.
Flash: no! no! no! i can't stand this.
Trumpets herald the final confrontation between flash and himself.
song performed by by Kinks
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Flash's Dream (The Final Elbow)
Scene: Mr. Black's army is closing in on Flash & The Spivs.
After a long day's campaigning Flash, having overindulged
the alcohol, has fallen asleep in his den.
Voice: Cooee. Cooee. Flash. Flash
Flash: Who is this?
Voice: Wake up Flash. Can you hear me Flash?
Flash: Who is this? Who dares to wake me from my slumber?
Voice: Need I announce myself? Am I such a stranger to you?
Flash: Say your name. Speak!
Voice: I am your soul.
Flash: My soul?
Voice: I have come to show you who you are.
Flash: Show me who I am? I know who I am you upstart! How
dare you intrude.
Voice: You lied and schemed and took over a simple village and
turned it into a vulgar playground for your own money-
making ends. Before you came people lived simple lives.
This was a happy place. Then you ploughed up the fields,
sold off the land and lined your own pockets with the profits.
Flash: Lies! Lies! I did it to help the nation
Voice: You did it for your own preservation!
Flash: No! No!
Voice: Prepare yourself Flash, there are many who suffered at your
hands. They are craving for vengeance. Time is running out.
Flash: Can this be the end? Can this be the swan song? The final
elbow? I will not go. The people need me.
Voice: Men like you will always come and go, but the people will go
on forever. Take one final look at the past Flash. Enjoy it,
because you have no future.
Flash: No! No! No! I can't stand this.
Trumpets herald the final confrontation between Flash and himself.
song performed by by Kinks
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Savage Earth Heart
Ooooh!
...let me see the savage
I want to see the savage coming
Crashing through your face
I want to be there
When the savage comes
I want to be there
When the savage comes
When your savage earth heart
Cuts through
I wanna be a witness
Or a victim to your spell
Crackling in lightening
Dressed in shadows
Red like a carousel
I want to be there
When the savage comes
I want to be there
When the savage comes
When your savage earth heart
...cuts through
Will you lay all of your
Deepest wildest secrets bare?
Will you let all of those
Rumbling old gods take rage?
I want to be there
When the savage comes
I want to be there
When the savage comes
When your savage earth heart
Cuts through!
Then I was taken smoothly
By the vulture of the soul
That hideous strength
That numbs the tongue
And he led me like a cinder
Through the fields of hell
To doubt my friends and to hate myself
But when my savage earth heart
...cuts through
When my savage earth heart
Cuts through
Then my savage earth heart
...cuts through
And the culture of the soul laid waste
song performed by by Waterboys
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One Voice
Words and Music by
Barry Manilow
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Just One Voice,
Singing in the darkness,
All it takes is One Voice,
Singing so they hear what's on your mind,
And when you look aound you'll find
There's more than One Voice,
Singing in the darkness,
Joining with your One Voice,
Ea ch and every note another octave,
Hands are joined and fears unlocked,
If only One Voice would start it on its own,
We need just One Voice facing the unknown,
And that One Voice would never be alone
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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I Heard Him
I heard the thunder in the forest,
All the way from my chamber,
Close enough I was from the matter and target,
What mattered was the ledge I showed.
Then they hauled him off,
After lightening struck on a stairwell;
I faced him as I kept my movements,
There was no more voice of manners.
Still I said my virtues, living out in the woods,
Hearing the circles of freakiness,
In a well my mind was a verbose philosophy,
A hacking strength of charismatic values.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Voice
Too soon a voice calls out to us
and we hear it sorrowfully.
The words we hear we have heard before.
They echo eternity.
The voice sings praises to our soul
and soothes our troubled mind.
And as we reckon with what's to come
we feel a voice so kind.
We cross the space from here to there
and leave mortality.
Even though our mind has been troubled
we'll miss the sky and sea.
For what we've experienced while on earth
no matter bad or good.
will leave with us as memories
that follow us as they should.
The voice we hear is so familiar
that we recognize at last
it's the voice from everyone we've been
that defines all of our past.
So when the voice calls out with love
cast aside all fear.
Remember your loves. Remember your life
and all that you held dear.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Evil Blind
He spoke audibly
John the baptist heard Him
So did the multitude
He is alive
In my heart
He is alive
In heaven real
Speak Lord
Let us hear
Your voice again
Speak through thunder
Through lightening speak
With your voice
Make dead men rise
And with the wind
Your spirit felt
Come down again
On earth we plea
In your presence
Evil blind
Touch us
With your love sublime
Your strength
And power we seek
Keep us
Strong tower
Eternally
O King make Satan mute
Break his frame
His kingdom destitute
(12/3/09)
poem by Buxton Shippy
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Head On Collision (Acoustic)
I've been waiting for a good day
I've been holding back long enough
I've been hurting to tell you some things
it's not the falling of the temperature
that's making all our bones run cool
it's the breeze you make
the presence felt when you're around me
and it feels like I'm at an all-time low
slightly bruised and broken
from our head on collision
I've never seen this side of you
another tragic case of feeling
bruised and broken
from our head on collision
I've never seen this side of you
another tragic case
and I'm still waiting for a good day
I think I've held this long enough
I think it's safe to tell you some things
it's not just what you say to people
and it's not the way you look at me
it's the way you present yourself
for all your worst critics to see
and it feels like I'm at an all-time low
slightly bruised and broken
from our head on collision
I've never seen this side of you
another tragic case of feeling
bruised and broken
from our head on collision
I've never seen this side of you
another tragic case
then you were gone
you were gone
all this time you just didn't know it yet
you were gone
all this time you just didn't know it yet
you were gone
and it feels like I'm at an all-time low
slightly bruised and broken
from our head on collision
I've never seen this side of you
another tragic case of feeling
bruised and broken
from our head on collision
I've never seen this side of you
another tragic case
another tragic case of feeling
bruised and broken
anothe
song performed by by New Found Glory
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These Words
Do you see these words?
Each one I selected,
With you in my mind.
I took the time...
Searching my heart.
Feeling each emotion,
I wanted to let flow.
Desiring with a wish,
Just for you to know...
These words from me,
Would be meaningless.
If your heart does not hear,
My voice.
And that's what I wish,
To whisper in your ears...
These words!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Echo
I heard my voice come back to me.
The echo of it yearned to be
free to travel and be heard,
free to echo out each word.
I yelled some sounds and patiently
awaited their return to me.
All was fine until I said
words to turn my face quite red.
Racy words that I'd never say,
words that could be called risque.
When they came back it sounded worse
than if I yelled a blatant curse.
Embarrassed to hear my voice repeat,
I closed my mouth and did retreat
away from the place that echoed me,
praying these words would not be free
to travel anywhere.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Talk To Me
Talk to me in the dark of night
when there's silence, only your voice.
Speak to me of your daytime thoughts
so I may hear you and rejoice.
This is my time with you alone.
Your words can still my heart.
All through the busy hours of day
my body plays its part.
But, nothing I do can ever compete
with the sounds you give to me.
All that I do is never complete
'Til I'm lying next to you.
So talk to me in the dark of night
and lull me off to sleep.
Let all my dreams be of your words,
the words that I shall keep
'til the morning breaks my reverie
and brings me another day.
I will move forward through the hours
awaiting the words you will say.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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