Voice by Ray Subrata
Orators to public deliver their gift of the gab,
They fire emotion, exalt sense beyond map.
The politicians like toads praise their well,
Propagandize ism, and ring their bell.
Some leaders like shepherd lead their sheep,
Implement manifesto as they get their whip.
People take their words from stations of profit
Little they discriminate, how their lectures merit.
A saint’s pleasure graces people to rise,
From wintry slumber, and deadly demise.
Godly words tinged with beacon –light,
Dislodge, impel, move and set to flight.
Flowery oracles from distant land,
In a prophet’s voice finds rigid stand.
Strange beauty sprouts from our ionized devices,
A voice voices, and our divinity rises.
While Swami Vivekananda in Chicago addresses world religion,
A voice without form thunders, and creates cyclonic motion.
Those who have the experience, may recount,
Where he was before and where after himself he found.
poem by Subrata Ray
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Deadly
I often wish that I could fly
Up into a darkening sky
But something stops my deadly flight
A hidden voice a shining light
'What makes you want to take your life
With a cold and ruthless knife? '
The voice it asks me time and time
'I wish to wash away my crime.'
That is what I wish to say
But the words won't come my way
So I write them in a book
And hide it so no one can look
On the pages are my dreams
My plots, my plans, my deadly schemes
Deadly pleasure, deadly pain
Deadly sun and deadly rain
Poisoned food, corupted drink
Standing on the very brink
And when my soul if finally freed
Do not follow my deadly lead
poem by Anonymous Ghurl
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Two Voices
Two voices I hear inside my head,
Both wanting their own way.
I must figure out, which voice must go,
And which I allow to stay.
One is the voice of my spirit,
The other of my mind.
One will move me farther ahead.
One will pull be further behind.
But I do not know, which voice is which,
And which voice has my best.
In order to know, which voice is true.
I put both voices to the test.
With one voice I know peace and love,
Are the rewards that I will find.
And the one that creates confusion and fear.
That is the voice inside my mind.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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The Voices
Voice speaks every words.
Voice is within.
Give me voice.
I will give you words.
Voices of sorrows.
Makes me something to borrow.
Don't know what to borrow.
Voice has incredible powers.
The power to change.
Which will make common sense.
poem by Yash Pradhan
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Nine Voices
Anderson/squire/howe/white/sherwood/khoroshev
On a beach
North africa
Nine tribesmen stand alone
Waiting for a distant call
Waiting for the world to answer
Thru' the night of a thousand stars
Encircled by the light
They began to sing a new song
Of forces that surround us
Nine voices
This dialogue
Nine voices
Singing as one
Nine voices
This dialogue
Nine voices
When the sun came up they sang
As the perfect calendar says
Each had the power of people
Speaking new languages
They gave forgiveness meaning
New ways of letting go
Each child is born for greatness
With forces that surround them
This voice
This dialogue
This voice
Singing as one
Nine voices
This dialogue
Nine voices
Singing as one
His voices
This dialogue
This voices
Singing as one
Nine voices
Nine voices
Nine voices
Nine voices
song performed by by Yes
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Nine Voices
Anderson/squire/howe/white/sherwood/khoroshev
On a beach
North africa
Nine tribesmen stand alone
Waiting for a distant call
Waiting for the world to answer
Thru' the night of a thousand stars
Encircled by the light
They began to sing a new song
Of forces that surround us
Nine voices
This dialogue
Nine voices
Singing as one
Nine voices
This dialogue
Nine voices
When the sun came up they sang
As the perfect calendar says
Each had the power of people
Speaking new languages
They gave forgiveness meaning
New ways of letting go
Each child is born for greatness
With forces that surround them
This voice
This dialogue
This voice
Singing as one
Nine voices
This dialogue
Nine voices
Singing as one
His voices
This dialogue
This voices
Singing as one
Nine voices
Nine voices
Nine voices
Nine voices
song performed by by Yes
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On A Celebrated Event In Ancient History
A ROMAN Master stands on Grecian ground,
And to the people at the Isthmian Games
Assembled, He, by a herald's voice, proclaims
THE LIBERTY OF GREECE:--the words rebound
Until all voices in one voice are drowned;
Glad acclamation by which air was rent!
And birds, high-flying in the element,
Dropped to the earth, astonished at the sound!
Yet were the thoughtful grieved; and still that voice
Haunts, with sad echoes, musing Fancy's ear:
Ah! that a 'Conqueror's' words should be so dear:
Ah! that a 'boon' could shed such rapturous joys!
A gift of that which is not to be given
By all the blended powers of Earth and Heaven.
poem by William Wordsworth
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Little Town Girls Dream
she was a litle town girl with a common name
a little town girl seeking fortune and fame.
she would do what ever her agent said
including with him going to bed.
she said that nothing would get in her way
and to an audience she would play.
she had the voice of an angel so rare
and with the world she wanted to share.
she was a little town singer
a MARILYN MONROE ringer.
her beauty like her voice
would capture the hearts of men
and take her to her journeys end.
realizing that there are so many who
would abuse, which one should she choose?
starting to feel hurt, lonely, depressed
she went to a church that she heard
voices of beauty filling the air
walked in and started to stare.
for in the church no one was there.
but the voices continued to sing
and filled her heart with strange emotions
and she raised her voice in devotion.
her voice so beautiful
that it resouded through out the town
that people left their homes to follow the sound.
then they saw this girl with her back to the crowd
looking up at the cross, with her
arms outstretched to her sides.
singing HALELUJAH ON HIGH.
her voice touching all that stood there
a voice which was beyond compare.
the people joined in and started to sing
startled and in dismay, she turned and tried to run away.
but the people stopped her at the door
and begged her to stay
and fell to their knees and began to pray.
seeing this she got choked up inside.
for now the choice was no longer hers
but of the LORD, who gave her this voice
for the world to see.
that in GOSPEL, she was meant to be.
she raised her voice once again.
now who do you think this is my friend?
poem by Louis Rams
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Heart Of Poetry
The mystery of words wisdom of the heart to each
angelic form, the voice of emotion in verse.
The melody of heart speak in words that feels the
emotion to express the deepness of feeling in the mind.
Thoughts of words flow to the emotion to make meaning,
to the essence that moves, sensitivity inside emotion
through the words.
Intellect of mind with the knowledge of experience power of
wisdom transcend to composition to unlock the perfect will of
words justify hidden truth.
The magnificent power compose words gives roots
blossom to the garden of heart and bring fruits to the heart of men.
Love kind words are power to win oneself to transform the
beauty of inside emotion to one particular individual.
The poetry, words of wisdom comes from inner motives of
good heart that gives us privilege to express the hidden
beauty of thoughts inside mind to put it in words.
The power to dominate inside individual for beauty and
wonder purpose of life.
Copyright (c) Jocelyn Dunbar
13th of May 2006
7: 50 A.M.
poem by Jocelyn Dunbar
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Poetry?
what is poetry
a bunch rhymes
or just simple words on paper because you have to much time
poetry to me isnt all about rhyming
poetry to me is a way to get out emotions or things that happen in the past your to scared to say so instead you write about it. poetry can be sweet, bad, naughty, nice poetry is how your feeling poetry takes on the tone of voice your to scared to explain. poetry is that voice deep down inside that voice that takes over when your typing or writng. to me people are poetry people are the voice, people are the future, but poetry is the key that on locks us all. to stand up and use that voice that we write with when were writng poetry.
poem by Jerrell Frazier
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The Messenger
Anderson/squire/howe/white/sherwood/khoroshev
Judging by the voice
He was free to himself so real
We slaved ourselves to sacrifice
More than that we do not know
Then you hear him on the radio
He would play the sacred themes
That my children sang to me
Amazing as it seems
It was the answer to my dream
His heart that touches me
More than that I do not not know
Then I hear him on the radio
Remembering his every word
That my children sing to me
We have seen the world, this ecstasy
Now my children sing to me
This loving place, beyond belief
You got to stand stand to to together
Keep the message alive
You got to stand stand to to together
To keep the message alive
Spirit up moving, spirit up
Rhythm of sunfire
You got to stand stand to to together
Keep the message alive
Listening for his words
He would speak in ancient verse
So we mesmerize a way to go
Reaching out the universe
Reaching out the universal
Not afraid to learn new words
That our children sing to us
We have seen the world, this ecstasy
So his children bring to us
This inner peace, beyond belief
You got to stand stand to to together
Keep the message alive
You got to stand stand to to together
To keep the message alive
Spirit up moving, spirit up
Rhythm of sunfire
You got to stand stand to to together
Keep the message alive
One voice
One world
One touch
One life... truly, truly say it
One world... one voice
One touch... truly, truly say it
Some people realise
Some people see it
From the beginning
One world... one touch
One voice... one life
One touch... one voice... one world... one life
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The Messenger
Anderson/squire/howe/white/sherwood/khoroshev
Judging by the voice
He was free to himself so real
We slaved ourselves to sacrifice
More than that we do not know
Then you hear him on the radio
He would play the sacred themes
That my children sang to me
Amazing as it seems
It was the answer to my dream
His heart that touches me
More than that I do not not know
Then I hear him on the radio
Remembering his every word
That my children sing to me
We have seen the world, this ecstasy
Now my children sing to me
This loving place, beyond belief
You got to stand stand to to together
Keep the message alive
You got to stand stand to to together
To keep the message alive
Spirit up moving, spirit up
Rhythm of sunfire
You got to stand stand to to together
Keep the message alive
Listening for his words
He would speak in ancient verse
So we mesmerize a way to go
Reaching out the universe
Reaching out the universal
Not afraid to learn new words
That our children sing to us
We have seen the world, this ecstasy
So his children bring to us
This inner peace, beyond belief
You got to stand stand to to together
Keep the message alive
You got to stand stand to to together
To keep the message alive
Spirit up moving, spirit up
Rhythm of sunfire
You got to stand stand to to together
Keep the message alive
One voice
One world
One touch
One life... truly, truly say it
One world... one voice
One touch... truly, truly say it
Some people realise
Some people see it
From the beginning
One world... one touch
One voice... one life
One touch... one voice... one world... one life
song performed by by Yes
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I Have A Voice Of My Own
I HAVE A VOICE OF MY OWN
I have a voice of my own
It is a small quiet voice
It does not know violent metaphor
And it cannot surprise very much
It is a small quiet voice
And a quite simple one
It loves to think it tells the truth of my soul
But no doubt it has its own forms of ironies and deceptions-
There are other voices much greater than it
Stronger voices and more poetic voices
And voices which rightfully more appeal to others
But my voice is my voice
And it is the one
I am trying to
speak to you with now.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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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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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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The Unfailing Welcome To The Voice
(costello/nieve)
Above the tears
Before the scream
Invisible and secret scar
The true salvation is the human voice
Beloved voices of the past
The forever stiffled voice
Tender echoes
Lost cause
Miserable voice
Whispering voice
Incantations
Immaterial instrument
Attentive mothers
Darkness lighting lullabies
Stare of silence
Cruel disease
The ________ gag of hate
Unfailing welcome to the voice
Be welcome
Attractive red fruit of the mouth
Dangerous message on my skin
I feel so fluid
Lighter than air
Shy caress
A fleeting brides veil on the throat
Forbidden kisses to drink
_______ siren
Virtuous sound
Vocal pleasure
Pleasure vocal
Its the real way to be drunk
To desert the common place
Sacred [bluesy prophet? ]
Im a slave to the voice
Unfailing welcome to the voice
In every tone a poignant oath
Voices to pray to fly to escape
[harmonized]
The sublimation of the hopes
The sublimation of the hopes
Spiritual vehicle of thought
The voice [is boundless? ]
I love the voice
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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The Next Voice You Hear
Gather your deeds and your possessions,
Whatever certainty youve known,
Forget your heroes,
You dont really need those lasting lessons.
Stand in the open;
The next voice you hear will be your own.
But, alright, they knew how they could hurt you,
And you let them cut you to the bone.
But God forbid,
You allow them to rid you of your virtue!
Forget their laughter;
The next voice you hear will be your own.
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear will be your own.
Throw down your truth and check your weapons.
Dont look to see if youre alone,
Just stand your ground,
And dont turn around -- whatever happens.
Dont ask directions;
The next voice you hear will be your own.
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear...
The next voice you hear will be your own.
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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Psalm 99
Let the oceans roar
And the mountains fall down
Let the earth be moved
Let the King wear His crown
For the Lord is great
He brings glory to His name
The earth cries out
And the stars they do the same
For the Lord is established
He is great in all His ways
And His people are forgiven
And they praise Him all their days
A cloudy pillar by day
And a fire by night
A voice calls out from them
To rise up and fight
Rise up in forgiveness
And exalt the Lord your King
Rise up in justice
And stand behind His wing
For in the presence of the Lord
You learn to be still
To rise upon His wings
And ascend His holy hill
poem by Frank McEleny
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Walk On By, Walk On Me
your tongue pierced my fragile heart
careless words are daggers thrown
unaware unapproachable
unwilling silence from a sounding voice
you entwine praise with curses
your words burn like hell itself
silence from a sounding voice
all this by the tongue created
your words become hell itself
i lay bleeding in the flames
the tongue creates it tongue...
song performed by by Zao
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If I Had The Gift To Inspire You With Heroic Words
If I had the gift to inspire you with heroic words
I would tell you that I do not fear death
And that against Time and its ruins
I will stand strong to the end-
If I had the gift to inspire you with heroic words
I would tell you that at the hardest times the darkest times
One’s inner light must light the way again-
I would tell you that beyond every inhumane cruel challenge
Can come your most saving action-
If I had the gift to inspire you with heroic words
I would say that we need not ever be afraid of anyone or anything again-
But I do not have the gift and I do not have such courage-
I have only the examples of others more heroic than me
That seem to come from another universe
And have powers I never knew humans could have-
If I had the gift to inspire you with heroic words
I would say ‘Go to Others More Courageous than me
They will lead you to great victories
And with them you can sing to the end of your days
Praise and praise again for what you are'-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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What Voice? ...
On this World Voice Day
It's a duty of us all
A pause for reflecting
Thanking the Creator
And all those who gave
And those who keep giving
Their voice for Love
For their wishes for Peace
And for the deepest Lament!
It's the voice of the Humanist
It's the voice of the Actor
It's the voice of the Poet
It's the voice of every Artist
It's the voice of the Scientist
The voice of the voiceless
And the voice of those able to voice it
Yet... they're deprived of doing so
And it doesn't reach us
As it would be fair, though!
April 16,2012
poem by Maria C. Costa
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