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TOTAL LISTENING SILENCE
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Someone who listens totally
knows that even a simple
clarification question
can disturb the
reflection
as water waves fragment
the sun’s image on a mirroring lake
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-saiom shriver-
listening
Caterpillar
What is the purpose of beauty without creatures to charm?
How can the moon awake passions without the black sky of the night?
Where would swallows be going without a winter making them fly?
Why are you afraid of the darkness if you experienced the light?
We are born in pain, because it is pain what proves us alive.
We must master the fall before we learn how to walk.
We can only accomplish success if we experienced the fail.
You are worried, I see, use this friend’s ear, let’s talk.
I hope you believe me, my friend, your worries will pass.
You will endure the pain, you will soon understand.
It can’t be always the same, it can’t be back as it was.
But your night will be over, making place to a brighter dawn.
The phoenix has risen from ashes infinite times.
The flood of punishment passed for resurgence of life.
Our ancestors strove struggles to bequeath us some peace.
You can make the future brighter. Stand up! Do not abdicate!
Poetic Emotion
Emotions are louder than words,
but are harder to hear,
because we dont listen with our ears,
but with our hearts.
A Breeze of Memory
A graveyard of dead trees
Fallen leaves of vast red and orange seas
Squirrels scurry before winter strikes
As children play while others pass on bikes
A harmony of the trees an the wind come together and sing
As a bird chirps then stops to clean it's wing
Children shrieking and screaming as they play
Angry armies of cars roar past, then fly away
Memories start of when I was a kid
Only broken away by time an what it did
Sitting still only in question
Of who I am and to what is my impression
I laughed . . . I played here
I was happy unknown of fear
But then reality again breaks memory's connection
Only to be lost again, still unknown of my reflection
The Edge of Fear
THE EDGE OF FEAR by richard wing
THE EDGE OF FEAR
The world so different out here,
Living on the edge of fear,
With every sound the wind sings:
But when the sound disappears.
It reawakes my fears.
My breath I hold.
It becomes so cold.
So don’t look back.
It will give you a heart attack.
Or maybe a stab in your back.
Don’t listen for foot step,
Apart from your own.
The fear will hold you.
not even time to blink,
Do not think or you hart will sink.
Don’t listen for a sound that’s not their. Just be aware
Lift The Veil
To the other side of the veil is the reprieve,
To be seen only through a multifaceted sheen
Whose wisdom can only be perceived
By he who understands it's worth
Within the populous' array of dreams.
To walk alone in silent wonder, seeking,
Meek, in humble consent, harkening with clarity,
Not to awaken a misgiving or a calamity,
The veil once lifted, intrepidation and waiting cease,
The joiner exposed, understanding it's crosspiece.
6:07 PM 4/27/2013 ©
Lost Voice
At least everyone must experience
a muted person,
to be left listening, not talking
and incessantly interrupting
the orchestra of Life's happenings.
-Ryan K. Fuller
Robins (Haiku)
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Haikus Listening to them
chirp after three days of rain
soothing to the soul.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
May.11/2012
Listening to Myself
Folder:
My thoughts I'm listening,
listening to myself.
Listening to what I
might have to say.
I hear a voice,
it's telling me,
not to stand out,
to blend into the crowd.
Don't call attention
to yourself.
I try and do
what it is that
this voice is telling me.
Don't do that!
That's not what
I've told you to do!
So I stop,
turn back around,
walk away, mentally,
and keep myself from looking back.
I'm listening to myself,
to what is being said,
but maybe this voice
isn't telling me to do things that are
good for me.
So I take a step back,
and look deep inside.
What I see inside
is a whole different me!
I see one me,
who is huddled in a corner,
reading a book,
and doing her own thing
all by herself.
This little shy me
is wearing a hoodie,
her hood is down,
but her hair is covering her face.
Nearby, I see another me,
who is a few feet away
from the little, shy me.
This me is standing,
in a wide open space.
She has my face,
she has my body,
she has my features,
but isn't dressed like the me I know.
She has a short sleeved shirt on,
shaved and very smooth legs,
with short jean shorts on.
She has her hair down,
but it works on her,
it curls on her face
making her look hot!
But when I try to focus
on what she did, with our hair,
my vision blurrs,
and I can't see the two of me inside of me.
So, all I can do,
is try and be,
the very best me
that I can be!