Sound Abc Poems

A Bus Ride

I had bought a
newspaper in town and was taking the bus home
an hours ride
up to my village. I looked at the
headlines
noticed the paper...

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Silence Knocks Daily
In A World Of Chaos
Finding It's Way Through 

Yet We Fail To Listen
Again And again
To The Sound
Of Nothing 

Only To Find
The Unspoken 
To...

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HerStory 

HerStory 
YourStory
MyStory 
Somehow always ends up being the same 
It's a blessing 
To be a woman 
Let me explain 
We are so unique 
Eloquently...

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The Sound Of Wind
Pushing It's Way Through 
The Atmosphere 

It Can Be Aggressive 
Yet Still...In It's Silence
It Controls The Environment 
Breathe.....
For It Is Within Us

We...

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A beautiful colorful day,
every flower greeting hellos.
I'm joyfully kissing love,
many nights.
Only polite quiet recipients,
sound true universal valentines.
Wanting xylophone youthful zeal.














...

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Aboriginal tribes, ancient and free,
Bold explorers sailed ‘cross the vast sea.
Colonial dreams, a new world’s birth,
Devout pilgrims, a holy rebirth.
Emancipation’s fight, a nation’s test,
Freedom’s beacon,...

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I know it may sound funny
It's just how I feel
Somethings I have to do in life is just about me
I have found that every path...

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Not sure yet, I slowly turn to the sound of a familiar voice. 
Yours maybe?
It has been three years since the social dance of co-workers...

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If The Cross Could Talk
Would it tell you how it was made
Every carving and cut that was placed
From top to bottom 
Side to side

Would it...

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Angilar Shadows

Beams of light peeking through reflections

Cheerfully dancing over the walls and floors

Dipping to and fro in solar refractions

Every light building a tapestry if wonder

Fairylike...

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A salute at being a woman

Being a woman 
What does that mean 
A success story of a dream 
A nurturer a rider
A provider 
Someone who...

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Down the drain...In the words of Lary Love:


Those Rico acts got em not wanting to be gangsta no more,

Last words he heard as a free...

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Agape brain, there is a deep abyss, dull and endless.
But, I'm falling, acquiring whatever may be blessedness.
Conversely, there is only a void, and I am...

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It always seems to be raining when she visits.
Its the pitter-patter of bland rain that goes away easily,
It does not seem to be falling, it...

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Waking to the sound of silence in the cold empty room yet its anything but what's in my head. I scream as tears run down...

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