"humms" poems - Hello Poetry

Flash of neon signs that pulse blood of glossy lies. Veins throb and quiver as they deliver food for hungry eyes Red, Yellow, Turquoise, Razzmatazz feed the impulse of masses Colors plaster empty faces filling them with alien light Inside a flame flickers barley bright. Dying now the last of an ancient rite Slowly grasping for one last breath Flickers madly, soft with regret A cavern, now dark and hollow Echoes what had once past followed To be filled now with some new fictive light Guided only by false color and artificial sight Now they have lost their light Bright lights shine lies to eagerly empty masses Lips contract and speak false colors of satisfaction Cacophony of humms and buzzes spread like molasses Eternal night has set upon this mankind

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Jan 6, 2014

Jan 6, 2014 at 3:56 AM UTC

josh-alexander

A Metropolis For Sheep

Flash of neon signs that pulse blood of glossy lies. Veins throb and quiver as they deliver food for hungry eyes Red, Yellow, Turquoise, Razzmatazz feed the impulse of masses Colors plaster empty faces filling them with alien light Inside a flame flickers barley bright. Dying now the last of an ancient rite Slowly grasping for one last breath Flickers madly, soft with regret A cavern, now dark and hollow Echoes what had once past followed To be filled now with some new fictive light Guided only by false color and artificial sight Now they have lost their light Bright lights shine lies to eagerly empty masses Lips contract and speak false colors of satisfaction Cacophony of humms and buzzes spread like molasses Eternal night has set upon this mankind

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~~~~~ "Sorry seems to be the hardest word." I feel your wonderful eyes. He was a greating glider Knowledgeable, nice and Sweet. Had a nasty divorce Flooded with ***** accusations Nailed and tortured by himself For the things he wouldnt do.. He was clean. ~~~~~ Tears within us turn to ice. And they should burst. ***I've never cried over you. I don't know you.*** Perhaps. I did. Once upon a time. For real. He is a quick thinker A worrior with an ancient Soul and a progressive Hardness. A Black pearl. Shelly aboard in disguise. Soft as a kitten is his heart. I love him. ~~~~ "Let love rule" ***Rise and shine. A perpetual creation.*** Monsoons and many moons Have passed like a metaphor Core. A divine traveler. A colourful world It is. He reads thankfully Astonished. And humms songs Of devotion. And he Writes perfectly. ~~~~~ Harvest moon ***He loves modern music and dancing. He writes.*** He dreams about another tattoo across his heart. We share air. She was touched Today. And there Were sparks sizzling through. One long frozen Moment. Reaching The most intimate Awareness. Not uncharging the potential. There was a simple question: "How did you spend the day?" "With the beautiful artist In bloom. Drawing." Shyness. And the Realization. He glows.

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Jan 20, 2016

Jan 20, 2016 at 12:23 PM UTC

ImpeccableSpacePoetess

Inbetween Moments

~~~~~ "Sorry seems to be the hardest word." I feel your wonderful eyes. He was a greating glider Knowledgeable, nice and Sweet. Had a nasty divorce Flooded with ***** accusations Nailed and tortured by himself For the things he wouldnt do.. He was clean. ~~~~~ Tears within us turn to ice. And they should burst. ***I've never cried over you. I don't know you.*** Perhaps. I did. Once upon a time. For real. He is a quick thinker A worrior with an ancient Soul and a progressive Hardness. A Black pearl. Shelly aboard in disguise. Soft as a kitten is his heart. I love him. ~~~~ "Let love rule" ***Rise and shine. A perpetual creation.*** Monsoons and many moons Have passed like a metaphor Core. A divine traveler. A colourful world It is. He reads thankfully Astonished. And humms songs Of devotion. And he Writes perfectly. ~~~~~ Harvest moon ***He loves modern music and dancing. He writes.*** He dreams about another tattoo across his heart. We share air. She was touched Today. And there Were sparks sizzling through. One long frozen Moment. Reaching The most intimate Awareness. Not uncharging the potential. There was a simple question: "How did you spend the day?" "With the beautiful artist In bloom. Drawing." Shyness. And the Realization. He glows.

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It's been another good day, good thinkers thinkin' my way, asking if I knew what was the next word from the beginning, and I confess, to knowing, it depends, hangs dangling from a done right axiom, intentional aim at nothing, then divide by zero… this is that, life line upon line, here, a little there, there there is a better, a least, the minimum flex, and next is after never was, and once morer never seems impossible to grasp, almost as futile as holding the wind I walked in on, in a metaphor of reasoning, where war is dumb. Dumb dumb dumb, did you ever do you ever, for an instance feel this way, and wonder what if others felt this way, in stead, eh, steady, slow, instead of I know, go --- later they say waddayagnosis came upon 'em --- swallowed all their holy stories in one boom. like thunder, loud, like mountain, Krakatoa, yes, but death to the dinos LOUD listen, this is silence, the noise, hearing nothing while knowing, knowing, knowing in the bubble I breathe are all the noise-sounds-humms squeeks, whistles, caws that sound like laughing, hawks screaming I can see you, to something, you flash glance think you, that hawk has seen me here, in years past, this season of multiple thaws, multiple springs, rivulets cross our path as we read our way into evermore, the valley just beyond, like right next door, special place… can you hear me, feel me… I have no right might to say I know, but you know, that is the trick. Theory of mind, I know you wonder if I ever knew… the first rung step up, once more the alien lure, come and see…

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Mar 20, 2021

Mar 20, 2021 at 4:26 PM UTC

kenpepiton

once more the alien lure, come and see...

It's been another good day, good thinkers thinkin' my way, asking if I knew what was the next word from the beginning, and I confess, to knowing, it depends, hangs dangling from a done right axiom, intentional aim at nothing, then divide by zero… this is that, life line upon line, here, a little there, there there is a better, a least, the minimum flex, and next is after never was, and once morer never seems impossible to grasp, almost as futile as holding the wind I walked in on, in a metaphor of reasoning, where war is dumb. Dumb dumb dumb, did you ever do you ever, for an instance feel this way, and wonder what if others felt this way, in stead, eh, steady, slow, instead of I know, go --- later they say waddayagnosis came upon 'em --- swallowed all their holy stories in one boom. like thunder, loud, like mountain, Krakatoa, yes, but death to the dinos LOUD listen, this is silence, the noise, hearing nothing while knowing, knowing, knowing in the bubble I breathe are all the noise-sounds-humms squeeks, whistles, caws that sound like laughing, hawks screaming I can see you, to something, you flash glance think you, that hawk has seen me here, in years past, this season of multiple thaws, multiple springs, rivulets cross our path as we read our way into evermore, the valley just beyond, like right next door, special place… can you hear me, feel me… I have no right might to say I know, but you know, that is the trick. Theory of mind, I know you wonder if I ever knew… the first rung step up, once more the alien lure, come and see…

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That child, seems to be reading to my old dog friend. Can we teach a dog to read and see the significance some men find in syllables unsaid? In print, Sibilant denture whistles, perk no ear silent esses no ear can hear, un spoken esses essentially signify nothing, simple noise. But a good dog will respond to the slightest whistle, as if… A sibyl said listen, hear the wind enter the world once with inspired expired whistling sound found in song this way, this is the way, Say plain the sound of each sign. Alpha Beta, Aleph Bet, Ayee Bee See, these let words be saved as signals Letters, let silent sounds hold meaning in signs of sounds men can make, Like Ah. or baah, which certain ruminants make as well… A man can say ah, and mean plain nothin' and some dogs can too, but when dogs say, ah, it's often a yawn gone into a groan like a stretched out awww as the back arches backward and front paws stretch out. Tail swishing slow sweeps swirling dust mites in a shaft of morning light, more wind than any butterfly wing or humming bird wing could stir. "Remember", his brown eyes say, this posture always meant, "let's do some fun, go for a run, follow a scent" But then, another yawn and a shake. a glance from those knowing eyes, signifying, signing , if I am happy, he is, too. A dog friend then punctuates, by curling down into a black and white comma with a bit of golden tail covering the nose twitiching ante cipitating a chase that leads to this new place, where new sounds can sound insignificant, dream time humms, not worth the effort to hear, since we are not going anywhere, today. Ah, be, still. Tomorrow is the myth. My dog swears that's true. Today, or never, and never's fine. He Yawns.

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Aug 27, 2022

Aug 27, 2022 at 4:37 PM UTC

kenpepiton

Plain words, not many, from four years ago

That child, seems to be reading to my old dog friend. Can we teach a dog to read and see the significance some men find in syllables unsaid? In print, Sibilant denture whistles, perk no ear silent esses no ear can hear, un spoken esses essentially signify nothing, simple noise. But a good dog will respond to the slightest whistle, as if… A sibyl said listen, hear the wind enter the world once with inspired expired whistling sound found in song this way, this is the way, Say plain the sound of each sign. Alpha Beta, Aleph Bet, Ayee Bee See, these let words be saved as signals Letters, let silent sounds hold meaning in signs of sounds men can make, Like Ah. or baah, which certain ruminants make as well… A man can say ah, and mean plain nothin' and some dogs can too, but when dogs say, ah, it's often a yawn gone into a groan like a stretched out awww as the back arches backward and front paws stretch out. Tail swishing slow sweeps swirling dust mites in a shaft of morning light, more wind than any butterfly wing or humming bird wing could stir. "Remember", his brown eyes say, this posture always meant, "let's do some fun, go for a run, follow a scent" But then, another yawn and a shake. a glance from those knowing eyes, signifying, signing , if I am happy, he is, too. A dog friend then punctuates, by curling down into a black and white comma with a bit of golden tail covering the nose twitiching ante cipitating a chase that leads to this new place, where new sounds can sound insignificant, dream time humms, not worth the effort to hear, since we are not going anywhere, today. Ah, be, still. Tomorrow is the myth. My dog swears that's true. Today, or never, and never's fine. He Yawns.

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People look at me But they don't see They say I am poor When they walk in my door I look around and say I see it another way I have a roof over my head Im not laying Outside dead I have food in my tummy Even if its not always yummy I have a van that runs Even if it loudly humms I have my angels that I love Even if they misbehave I have a family that loves me I wish you could see I am rich as can be Value is in the eye of the beholder I don't consider myself poor I have what I need so I am rich forever more

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Feb 12, 2018

Feb 12, 2018 at 1:05 PM UTC

Thortan

Poor

People look at me But they don't see They say I am poor When they walk in my door I look around and say I see it another way I have a roof over my head Im not laying Outside dead I have food in my tummy Even if its not always yummy I have a van that runs Even if it loudly humms I have my angels that I love Even if they misbehave I have a family that loves me I wish you could see I am rich as can be Value is in the eye of the beholder I don't consider myself poor I have what I need so I am rich forever more

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The victims muzzled, The barking never humms And Where the wild things are Is another home. Speak forward and see that its all The same from future pasts, In a greivamce i filed The return was: Null and void because it is so And i accept the lower end Diction given by my universe Which in my mind is crazy, Thus i am crazy to them. Privileged is not Being rich but plagueing The right to have rights, Monopoply of the most torn. Rip the flag of your eyes, The red white and blue Is still my home and i suffer Greatly, because my suffering Is better than most places Where suffering is a slow mourn of life.

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Jun 17, 2018

Jun 17, 2018 at 4:08 PM UTC

dedpoet

Poach

The victims muzzled, The barking never humms And Where the wild things are Is another home. Speak forward and see that its all The same from future pasts, In a greivamce i filed The return was: Null and void because it is so And i accept the lower end Diction given by my universe Which in my mind is crazy, Thus i am crazy to them. Privileged is not Being rich but plagueing The right to have rights, Monopoply of the most torn. Rip the flag of your eyes, The red white and blue Is still my home and i suffer Greatly, because my suffering Is better than most places Where suffering is a slow mourn of life.

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Time makes no resting places, such occur in time spent, unredeemable, waiting to see the effect, suffering now to be, wait, a call, yes or no, I have no terms to offer. Redeem the time you have, don't feel the need to borrow on eternity. ----- jump cut --- Salve on the wound, ******* spits out the bit. Mount up old man, we got an old tale stuck in a Shalomic message state during an ego war. -- there are those scribes -- wrestling, like kittens with the yarn… Heir of winds am I, in mind to be. What would I do, eh, Jesus, what about you? peace, be still, I'd say, in a voice so small, few feel the call to listen to the first word plied off the point in ever outward, pearling, pear shapes, stem to pollinator, being all we may imagine, in a given moment of peace past understanding. With a prosaic drumming mixed in the humms. Bees at ease in my perennially blooming rosemary hedge. These fingers tapping.

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Aug 4, 2021

Aug 4, 2021 at 5:08 PM UTC

kenpepiton

As we all well knew

Time makes no resting places, such occur in time spent, unredeemable, waiting to see the effect, suffering now to be, wait, a call, yes or no, I have no terms to offer. Redeem the time you have, don't feel the need to borrow on eternity. ----- jump cut --- Salve on the wound, ******* spits out the bit. Mount up old man, we got an old tale stuck in a Shalomic message state during an ego war. -- there are those scribes -- wrestling, like kittens with the yarn… Heir of winds am I, in mind to be. What would I do, eh, Jesus, what about you? peace, be still, I'd say, in a voice so small, few feel the call to listen to the first word plied off the point in ever outward, pearling, pear shapes, stem to pollinator, being all we may imagine, in a given moment of peace past understanding. With a prosaic drumming mixed in the humms. Bees at ease in my perennially blooming rosemary hedge. These fingers tapping.

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That child, seems to be reading to my old dog friend. Can we teach a dog to read and see the significance some men find in syllables unsaid? In print, Sibilant denture whistles, perk no ear silent esses no ear can hear, un spoken esses essentially signify nothing, simple noise. But a good dog will respond to the slightest whistle, as if… A sibyl said listen, hear the wind enter the world once with inspired expired whistling sound found in song this way, this is the way, Say plain the sound of each sign. Alpha Beta, Aleph Bet, Ayee Bee See, these let words be saved as signals Letters, let silent sounds hold meaning in signs of sounds men can make, Like Ah. or baah, which certain ruminants make as well… A man can say ah, and mean plain nothin' and some dogs can too, but when dogs say, ah, it's often a yawn gone into a groan like a stretched out awww as the back arches backward and front paws stretch out. Tail swishing slow sweeps swirling dust mites in a shaft of morning light, more wind than any butterfly wing or humming bird wing could stir. "Remember", his brown eyes say, this posture always meant, "let's do some fun, go for a run, follow a scent" But then, another yawn and a shake. a glance from those knowing eyes, signifying, signing , if I am happy, he is, too. A dog friend then punctuates, by curling down into a black and white comma with a bit of golden tail covering the nose twitiching ante cipitating a chase that leads a new place, where new sounds can sound insignificant, dream time humms, not worth the effort to hear, since we are not going anywhere, today. Ah, be, still. Tomorrow is the myth. My dog swears that's true. Today, or never, and never's fine. He Yawns.

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Dec 8, 2018

Dec 8, 2018 at 11:34 AM UTC

kenpepiton

Plain words

That child, seems to be reading to my old dog friend. Can we teach a dog to read and see the significance some men find in syllables unsaid? In print, Sibilant denture whistles, perk no ear silent esses no ear can hear, un spoken esses essentially signify nothing, simple noise. But a good dog will respond to the slightest whistle, as if… A sibyl said listen, hear the wind enter the world once with inspired expired whistling sound found in song this way, this is the way, Say plain the sound of each sign. Alpha Beta, Aleph Bet, Ayee Bee See, these let words be saved as signals Letters, let silent sounds hold meaning in signs of sounds men can make, Like Ah. or baah, which certain ruminants make as well… A man can say ah, and mean plain nothin' and some dogs can too, but when dogs say, ah, it's often a yawn gone into a groan like a stretched out awww as the back arches backward and front paws stretch out. Tail swishing slow sweeps swirling dust mites in a shaft of morning light, more wind than any butterfly wing or humming bird wing could stir. "Remember", his brown eyes say, this posture always meant, "let's do some fun, go for a run, follow a scent" But then, another yawn and a shake. a glance from those knowing eyes, signifying, signing , if I am happy, he is, too. A dog friend then punctuates, by curling down into a black and white comma with a bit of golden tail covering the nose twitiching ante cipitating a chase that leads a new place, where new sounds can sound insignificant, dream time humms, not worth the effort to hear, since we are not going anywhere, today. Ah, be, still. Tomorrow is the myth. My dog swears that's true. Today, or never, and never's fine. He Yawns.

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I fantasize... of walking on this grey day a girlfriend in tow to the Cadillac cafe. Maybe... 8 blocks Up Broadway. Peering through window glass- at passers by. Orange juice to lick my lips. Listen- melodic voices The Humms of a Saturdy morning

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Apr 8, 2020

Apr 8, 2020 at 2:50 PM UTC

Merl_The_Squirrel

I Fantasize

I fantasize... of walking on this grey day a girlfriend in tow to the Cadillac cafe. Maybe... 8 blocks Up Broadway. Peering through window glass- at passers by. Orange juice to lick my lips. Listen- melodic voices The Humms of a Saturdy morning

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From per-if-oration -25 lines transferred attention, spent time in contemplation temple time, sitting silent, hearing humms, sh, some tweets mean some birds, far away, about a fair infield fly away, listen close the gap... How far is that, would you say, a hundred feet, thirty paces, perhaps… there's the catch. Hook a curiosity in flight. Precisely right place right time. Think how rare that seems, then look around and see it isn't. Gnatcatchers and bats catch flying things with more measures of possibility assessed accurately, as instant prayer and answer. Gulped in thanks. Not a single read in five days, so the old fisher casts another curios net.

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Apr 10, 2024

Apr 10, 2024 at 3:28 PM UTC

kenpepiton

Never saw it this way, then

From per-if-oration -25 lines transferred attention, spent time in contemplation temple time, sitting silent, hearing humms, sh, some tweets mean some birds, far away, about a fair infield fly away, listen close the gap... How far is that, would you say, a hundred feet, thirty paces, perhaps… there's the catch. Hook a curiosity in flight. Precisely right place right time. Think how rare that seems, then look around and see it isn't. Gnatcatchers and bats catch flying things with more measures of possibility assessed accurately, as instant prayer and answer. Gulped in thanks. Not a single read in five days, so the old fisher casts another curios net.

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transfer attention, spend time in contemplation temple time, sit silent, hearing humms, sh, some birds, far away, about a fair infield fly away. How far is that, would you say, a hundred feet, thirty paces, perhaps… there's the catch. Precisely right place right time. Think how rare that seems, then look around and see it isn't. Gnatcatchers and bats catch things with more measures of possibility assessed accurately, instant prayer and answer. Gulped in thanks.

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Oct 1, 2022

Oct 1, 2022 at 6:26 PM UTC

kenpepiton

From per-if-oration -25 lines

transfer attention, spend time in contemplation temple time, sit silent, hearing humms, sh, some birds, far away, about a fair infield fly away. How far is that, would you say, a hundred feet, thirty paces, perhaps… there's the catch. Precisely right place right time. Think how rare that seems, then look around and see it isn't. Gnatcatchers and bats catch things with more measures of possibility assessed accurately, instant prayer and answer. Gulped in thanks.

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NO land owned NO field of gold to catch me NO big parade to welcome me back But I get bug chirps And static humms And that is much more filling We are the dumb and we are the willing The sound of white reminds us How much time we steal Or does it get stolen from us?chewed through it in our chest now we make our way While wounded Saying NO to death Each time it tempts me

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Mar 20, 2021

Mar 20, 2021 at 7:36 PM UTC

Twighead

NO

NO land owned NO field of gold to catch me NO big parade to welcome me back But I get bug chirps And static humms And that is much more filling We are the dumb and we are the willing The sound of white reminds us How much time we steal Or does it get stolen from us?chewed through it in our chest now we make our way While wounded Saying NO to death Each time it tempts me

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