Best Deafen Poems
Walk through this world with me
feed and awaken my soul
share all my dreams with me
along with your silence I stroll.
Reach down deep into a loving heart
walk through my morbid fears
allow not a wealth to fall apart
pick my Self up, deafen the sound of my tears.
Walk through this world with me
I need to feel your kindling power
share all my dreams with me
I'll live through what is sweet and sour.
A journey of many a loss, a Light to reach
blowing the dust off, a gem would glitter and win
If only the book of Nature would me teach
the flame of harmony would ever glow and never dim.
Walk through this world with me
paint mysterious stories of no ending
share all my dreams with me
on dark paths, we blend colours and keep ascending.
In Life, we reach souls and bloom
the road is long and the pleasure is strong
we learn to build in the heart many a room
and yearn for the realm to where we belong.
The lines used :
(Walk through this world with me
Share all my dreams with me)
George Jones song : 'Walk Through This World With Me'
https://youtu.be/ieDXpVpjieE
We are the Children
Bombs fall from the sky
The little children wonder why?
The night is mixed with blood and tears
Screams that deafen the little ones ears
In the name of what God or religion?
Is this killing seen to serve a mission?
In the name of what Tribe or Country?
We the children ask you humbly
We used to play and run all day
Now we hide fearing bombs come our way
The days we wander in search of foods
Hiding from soldiers intent on blood feuds
Bombs still falling from the sky
The pain and terror, when shall we die?
There is a gun on top a dead soldier there
I myself ended this pain that I could not bear
The bullet saved me from more despair
POTD 10-5-19
Dedicated to My Inspiration, Timothy Lee
Joy harnessed from soft internal lightness
was pulse promised with attraction’s might
and sealed blissful bound by our first kiss …
with lips our hearts found their home address
Our emotive blessings deafen my questions
and ease my perception’s limitations
for you are my parceled Eden freedom …
our haven structure is couple completion
I chose marbled strength upheaval plans
that thru change I might someday know your name
and realize you like I breathe in nature …
no matter your season, it reaps my pleasure
For the first time in my heart’s entire life
I’ve no need to incite change thru strife’s design
and limp again within my dreams scorched rubble
to find my soulmate while my pains struggle
IN GOOD CONSCIENCE
Heavily tread, are those small fractious steps
On the stairs to my own peace of mind
The sound of transgressions that I'd rather forget
is the pounding of a most clamorous kind
The dialogue I'm having, within my own self
drums on the door of the closed minded truth
I try to rewrite scripts, shoving back on the shelf
But the turbulence shakes them loose
No matter, how buried, how deep I will hide them
My conscience can shovel them out
That child inside me, denies what was done then
But can't deafen the voices that shout
I profess to regret many sins I've committed
The most difficult task is one of admitting
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Revised 4/6/13__
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(Original Poem....Diminished Hexaverse)
MY CONSCIENCE
heavy on the stairs
the sound of my thoughts-
my own voice resounds
and pounds on my door
of solitary
the dialogue
within myself
never perjured
is translucent
I profess
to launder
past regrets
if stains
can be
cleansed
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2/14/11
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Both poems submitted for Roy Jerden's Contest: "Makeover"
I never thought I'd be the type to say,
suppose at some point love gets to us all.
Hearts like your own can't be given away,
they have to be earned on top of the thrall.
Your embrace had such a powerful grip,
forever at peace when shielded by it.
Said you were leaving my heart hit a skip,
Left alone in an emotional pit.
I struggled with reason - what did I do
to lose the love of my life? Welcome, death
say how do? Of life I am all that is true.
My soul has passed on; I saved you my breath.
I hang my head now accepting defeat,
Deep in my heart she triggers it to beat.
Deep in my heart she triggers it to beat,
remembering love with all its embrace.
I'd give her my all and bow at her feet,
God only knows how I miss her dear face.
She is my definition of heaven,
and her love defined: the key to its gate.
Given her hand my glee it would deafen.
No fear in my heart at one with my fate.
I spend all day dreaming of her beauty,
most vivid images do not come by night.
Win her back that is my only duty,
so i wait for her with a lovers might.
So, all of these feelings I did convey,
I never thought I'd be the type to say.
I hold on to You my God
As these waves crash against me and pull me under
As this thunder roars to deafen me and lightning to blind me
I hold on to Your light
When the walls are tumbling around me
and the way looks ravaged
I hold on to You my God
When tears have strained my eyes
and blinded them with suffering, I hold on to You
When I feel swept away by the raging see
and darkness surrounds me by daytime
and the strength of my being threatens to fail me
I hold on to You my burning light
For Your strength and Your love
Is beside me always
My burning light keeps me alive
Noise, Noise, Noise
That’s all I ever hear
It’s getting so loud and intrusive, that I begin to fear
How much more noise can my ears take
As I live in fear for my mental state
What happened to the bird song that I used to hear each day
The sound of waves upon the beach as excited children play
The chuff, chuff, chuff of steam trains, from a bygone time I loved
The cows a mooing
The sheep a bleating
And the cooing of a dove
I love to hear my blackbird as it sings both day & night
And even screeching seagulls surpass the din of a building site
With noise that comes from traffic as it trundles through the town
I stay at home my windows shut clothed in my dressing gown
At times when I can hardly hear the sound of my own voice
I have to shout
I have to shriek
I really have no other choice
The noises and vibrations are the sounds of daily living
They make me stressed
I feel so bad
They are so unforgiving
I fear with all this noise pollution
There is no cure, there’s no solution
So to deafen the din drink a bottle of gin
And to stop my decline drink a bottle of wine
And by then everything will sound fine…
Written April 9 2018
Contest Strand no 700
Sponsor Brian Strand
1st PLACE
Long after the drought
vast fields of parched earth
have waited with ears to the wind
Desperate with thirst and withered to rust
each breeze tosses dust to the sky
Then, thundering sounds, from the stomper of clouds
comes from deep from the girth of the hills
There are trampling sounds, and rain seeds are thrown
in answer to prayers, with requisite words
that roars to deafen their fears
In great anticipation, the sky becomes dark
and the spark of excitement is high
The sun becomes lost, and the pebbles of rain
fall to earth, tossed like bright silver coins
Hydration of air, is a gift from the gods
Invigorates, and awakens the sod
Precipitation arrives, and the world comes alive
Crystallization of hope and surprise
Sun-choked and thirsty, earth turns up an eye
grateful, at last, to the clouds in the sky
While Into green silk, comes a new stalk of grass
and raindrops are now welcomed home with applause
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4/4/16 Originally For "Elements Part #3 Water
Sponsor Laura Loo, for Any poem written on April 4th/ 2016
Come now, people - we've all heard this before:
Barbarians at our gates, enemies without the door.
Their shapes the image of our own,
Their shadows like as well; though some be lesser known.
Sound loud the alarms, deafen the ears
Harden our hearts, feed on our fears -
Divide the Volk, call them Unified
Against a foe who has ever tried
To gain just this - a national suicide
Of what was once collective reason,
Confounding balanced thought with treason.
Take up the broadest brush and paint
That He That Stands Within a Saint,
And He That Waits Without a Devil -
Those who doubt judged twice and treble
To be vile, accursed knaves
Who serve the enemy as slaves.
Attend the tune of Sturm und Drang!
Forgetful of that one who sang
The selfsame tune not so long ago
Leading to a peoples' eternal shame and woe.
Let our better Angels, while yet they may,
Draw us back to the light of a better day -
A day not defined by confused fears of the Other,
A day those shades may be possible brothers.
Sometimes the dialogue I have with my ostrich-like self
drums on the door of the closed minded truth
Rewriting, revising, shoved back on the shelf
life's turbulent reality starts shaking things loose
No matter, how hidden, how deeply they are buried
my conscience determines to shovel them out
The child inside me, denies what is often re-storied
but can't deafen the voice, when reality shouts
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3/17/16
For Contest: It's Time To 'Fess Up
Sponsore: Lin Lane
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my machine nature
possibilities untold
there for the taking
i seek... nature gives
i reciprocate... grateful
i recycle waste
human heartbeats
two hundred thousand years old
as one... would deafen
first life... single-cell
no inhibitions... freedom
ruled planet earth
communication
touch alone... we still suffer
bacteria
propagation
cell division... host dictates
perpetual motion
atmospheric life
living on pollutants
bacteria
life's an enigma
only for the human race
still self-destructing
spontaneity...
a human mistake...
acts without thinking
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Sons of Memory (For those among you in the soil)
I render this verse to sons of memory
Who have been trailblazers to the history-
In poetry world and many beyond.
I doff my hat to you in your lone ground-
Where words deafen world but dear to your wall.
With all sense of commitment I snowball
For this age to re-elevate your name.
Let it accords your hands the deserved fame
And trails your paths in and out and with lines.
Should this age will spoon satisfactory spines.
Friday February 28, 2014.
Dedicated to all classical poets and writers of other genres
Who have gone to the great beyond.
I am light dawned on an eternity,
Promising tomorrows, giving today
A traversable feeling growling into conviction—
I am the fuel for the flame,
A rock for the lame
Where do I find home in which to land?
Do I seek refuge, or do I seek danger?
Am I vulnerable in my strengths?
Am I solicitous in my aims?
Do I laugh?
Do I cry?
I am in the air you inhale, frequently skimming your ground,
Sometimes I move deafeningly—
And at times I float without a sound
I have seen the change in your eyes,
The moment you grew into a man
The moment you sobbed away sin
And exposed the evil hand
I am light dawned on an eternity,
Promising tomorrows, giving today
But who am I?
Why do you hear me, when others vow I am myth?
Why do you listen, when the thunders threaten to deafen you?
Why do you doubt, when you have seen my wonders eye to eye?
When you have felt my hand on your lips,
Quieting your writhing, screaming soul?
Who am I?
I am the revealer,
In hope I am your chief
The spark in the dark that galvanizes you
The smoke in the air that sooths you
Forever and always,
I am the best of your heart,
And I am free with fires impermeable!
Keeping flippant thoughts in check
Convolutions make a schizophrenic toss
blind paranoia into the catatonic tomb
yelling whispers caught in mind cacophony
Rest the head in a drugged-out succor!
Deafen the sententious words – dead -
Nuke the firing adversary neuron!
No aesthetic can anesthetize the thinking demon
expounding beyond the bliss of ignorance
Stewards imagined become abominable ghouls!
Tangles exorbitant unravel contemplation’s nest…
(3/9/2021)
Christmas prevails with blest spirit of hope
Heralding Messiah’s eternal gift
Imparting peace around compassion* scope.
Offering peace wrapped with forgiveness rope
To secure love and care upon faith’s lift
Christmas prevails with blest spirit of hope.
Glad tidings deafen crises though hearts grope
Holidays meant to bridge enmity-rift
Imparting peace around compassion scope.
Reaching gracious reconciliation slope
Partnerships transcend differences’ shift
Christmas prevails with blest spirit of hope
Yuletide offers kindness; yea, not nope
Good cheers linger as past conflicts flee swift
Imparting peace around compassion scope
Since God upholds each season’s divine cope
We can pray and seek for constant uplift
Christmas prevails amidst spirit of hope
Imparting peace around compassion scope.
Psalm 145:8 The LORD is gracious, and full of compassion; slow to anger, and of great mercy.
December 25, 2020
1st place, "Deck The Halls" Villanelle Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 12/31/2020.