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Sally A Bayan Oct 2017
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in stillness...in what appears to be quiet
so many things take place...
there's buzzing, hearts are pounding,
faraway drums beating, like thunder, blaring,
in a soundlessness that reverberates,
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       no one can tell when dewdrops fall
      not a sound permeates the air
      they have long been nourishing,
      moistening the grass of the earth, yet,
      no one hears, no one sees, how, or when...

       the leafholder, without a fiber of speed
       in its body....devours a whole leaf,
       there is no chewing, or munching heard
       even when watched, it gives no sounds.
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my purple dendrobium proudly
shows new flower buds with such calm,
from the base of the cattleya orchid, young
green roots take a grasp on the driftwood.
how, or when these took place,
i really didn't hear, or notice.
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      on the street, a humble, lightweight
      house spider, with less than eight legs
       suddenly moved....like tumbleweeds,
       rolling with the blowing of a gusty wind,
       a crawling see-through ball,  entangling
       fallen strands and tiny strips of street dirt,
       i almost stepped on it,
       i didn't notice....i didn't hear...

      the faucet leaks...pail is nearly filled
      there's a gap of many seconds, before
      each drop falls and touches the surface
      of the rising water...too long....most often
      too late....when heard, and noticed...
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so many babies...young children disappear, they
pass away...adults die from many unacceptable
causes......some self-inflicted...some make it normal
an entry into statistics....read, heard, with passing winds...
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we live in this noisiest of planets
every nook, every part, occupied
yet, significant parts of this world....of our life
remain unheard...........unnoticed.

      "i look....but i don't see...
        i listen.....but i don't hear."



Sally

Copyright October 28, 2017
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Richard Grahn Sep 2017
When I see you there in the brisk, fresh air
I’m watching you without a care.

To be with you is all I need.
Just little seeds of thoughts I’ve dreamed.

To walk with you down the garden path.
To breathe with you is all I ask.

I have so very much more to give.
Inside your mind, I want to live.

Into your eyes, I love to look.
Your heart is such an open book.

Your feelings they reach out to me.
They teach me thoughts I’d never see.

I do believe I’m mesmerized.
My mind is floating across your sky.

The clouds drift by, your light shines through.
I’m loving you with all I do.

Please let me stay another day.
Let the passing years take us away.

Let me dream with you
Till the creek runs dry

And sleep with you
In the bye and bye.
This was commissioned as a poem to accompany a marriage proposal. For some reason it came easier than other commissions. I guess I just like writing about love.
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2017
Gazing wonders in the sky,
shine upon me and hear my cries.
I want to awake and free the fire in me.

Shatter the rain and sun!
Turn the shackles to ash and dust.
Through thunderous screams,
bury past my sad, sad eyes.

I'm so weary.
Sleeping soul, reach down and touch
and pull the flames.
Make still waters rage!

Though I am on rocky seas.
I want to consume and burn you all
Shatter and free!
Short poem from my journal I wrote. Currently walking around my local area.
Seems to be rather therapeutic.
Barker Sep 2017
And here I am
Screaming at the
Top of my lungs
Praying that someone
Will hear me
(c)Ibarker
Barker Sep 2017
I know that feeling of being lost
I know that feeling that there is no one out there who understands
What you're going through and the emotions that you have

But listen to me
Hear these words that I'm about to say
I understand what you're going through
The emotions that you are feeling
I understand and I want to help

Because once ago
I was going through
The same thing
(c)Ibarker
Lyvana Nyx Aug 2017
Sometimes all I can hear
In the ever deepening chasm of silence
Is the steady


Drip


Drip


Drip


Of my heart bleeding out.
Voicesinthewild Aug 2017
The words that speak
let the words speak

May you find what
your heart longs for

May you find who you seek

Screaming silence is
what the Soul hears

You gotta find it,
the meaning that these
words bear.
ig: @voicesinthewild
Voicesinthewild Aug 2017
From the days of old they say that freedom is a mindset...
but as I grow old I'm having a hard time keeping my mind set

Slave mentality, even with spirituality.  Returning to my *****
like we living here in savagery.

Few will understand the words from the pen in my hand,
but it's not hard to tell that they are mightier
than the sword of any man.
ig: @voicesinthewild
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