Best Eardrum Poems

Harassing me for days now
Landing on my eyelid
Nosing up my nostril
Tickling my ankles
and every other exposed body part
Little bastard...

Fly-Swatter? Jack be nimble, Jack...
Folded bath towel? (Lamp destroyed)
Raid? Sprayed til I sneezed and choked
and had to quickly retreat outside
(I may have poisoned myself)
Little bastard...
 
Last night...

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*Image of Pala au & Nanahoa by Historic Hawaii
AUDIO: Couplet read
VIDEO: Unique Okala Island Off Monumental Cliffs of Moloka'i


Cliff

Cliff's supply the bemused aback.
Amassed jaws sink as all stand back,
tourist gawks, at paired land splendors.
First; mountain cliffs for ascenders.
The world's tallest, *Mauna Kea.
**Mount Everest, Himalaya,
true disingenuous...

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Hey children! Listen, I miss your zeal.
The world inside your mobile is surreal.
Look up!
See, I have fixed stronger glasses on my windows,
Get hold of your cricket kit, come back on the street,
I miss watching your games.
I won’t mind, smash all my window panes.

Hackneyed messages,
Dollops of...

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Summer sun minutes are counted

                          Nature clears space for autumn

          ...

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No one here. 
I am alone.
Totally,
Completely
And entirely
By myself.
Can you hear my loneliness?
The silence is disturbing…
It creates sound blasts in my eardrum
No spoken word
Laughter is distant
Thoughts of questioning 
Why this is so?
Can I cry a little?
Is that ok?
But then I see a shadow
In the corner of...

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Quiet introvert 
Weaving eardrum tapestries  
Spaces in between...

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"Alienation"


Burning through the atmosphere
a diamond hugs herculean, demanding, meteoric,
fast like a sharp spear aimed at Zion in the
obsidian night sky deep, so vast, dotted here
and there with other anaemic diamantés
twinkling, then dimming, as if in despair, 
they don’t shine as bright
nor so fair, 
this immolator...

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Lucidity (A Weavers Sonnet)

My eardrum bounces words like tennis balls,
and gathers urns of grief with mournful walls.  
Why must I wrestle with the weight of sound,
why do they lie there like a graveyard mound?

I yearn for substance in selected scripts
designed to frame and fix...

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Look at the baseball field.
The poet’s words, a sword to wield.
To these pleasures I consistently yield.
But heavenly joys I often neglect.

Where are the heavenly spires?
The bosom that protects against the eternal fires.
Where in worship no one tires.
And the holy one’s face is clearly seen.

What is...

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I shouldn’t live in the past but I’m not just expressing myself
I’m over myself
I promise not to stay there too long but the pain makes everything high definition
Never in the back always a leader, I was the first swimmer in the pack that made it...

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It’s her laugh…
Deep in conversation I share my comedic roots
Intrigued by my sense of humor she begins to laugh
 At first just a gentle laugh that we shared.
Then her voice cracks, and breaks into an amusing snicker.
Loud, Flamboyant, High Pitched , and Wild.
I cant help...

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Greetings!   
Are you well?  Stuck in hell with a life to run through?  With a shell covering your secrets and a mask over your feelings???  You can change if you want to and it is my duty to tell you...

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i
always
know you’re sad
when you answer
me in a nearly inaudible drone
the eardrum of my heart nearly bursting
from the thunder
clap of tears
falling
down

by James Rasmusson for double tetractys contest...

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Having been lacking hearing since childhood
not completely but without it in full
remember Xrays at six showing irregularity
but nothing could be done where I stood

Only partial deaf on my right side
which was to my detriment to learn
but left school at 15, to be at work
so was...

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Upon the mango tree I hear a cuckoo call, 
Its call returned by it’s  beloved one,
Sweet strident songs upon my eardrum fall.

Harbinger of sweet scented summer squall,
Just before sweltering  summer's done,
Upon the mango tree I hear a cuckoo call.

The crow builds nest upon...

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