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 it buzzed me awake
I injured various body parts
(Bloody nose, ruptured eardrum)
Little bastard...
I want to murder it
I want to assassinate it
but I want to capture it first
pull off it’s puny little wings
and watch it scramble on the floor
all the while crawling behind
laughing, shouting and jeering
'How you like THEM apple peelings?'
before I jump to the ceiling (Boink)
before I stomp and then grind
in a mad and homicidal rage
Little bastard...
Epilogue:
Whew! I’m feeling pretty okay now
The medication helps immeasurably
I know now why they’re called Asylums
They are refuge from a brutal environment
a world dominated and controlled by---Bssst!!
Little BASTARD...
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 unalloyed twaddle
Tides of trifling emotions!
Baby! You are locked inside your mobile.
Look up!
See, the stadium looks so barren!
Without your mischiefs and fun,
Your irritating jibber- jabber and nonstop run.
I won’t mind, come on burst my eardrum.
Your friends, your pictures, games, tweets and stories
You live in a fantasy world, that’s absolutely unsavoury.
Step back into this beautiful life, create beautiful memories.
Look up!
Don’t waste your time and energy.
Live for a cause, get up and push back your lethargy.
Open the notebook of your life,
Fill it with love, fame and prosperity.
No matter what! You shall thrive.
Don’t be a slave to mobile,
Life isn’t a game!
Dear! You have to survive, mobiles exists just to give a little respite!
11/04/2019
Summer sun minutes are counted
Nature clears space for autumn
Man recognizes the colors
From green to barn red and gold
- fresh impressions and experience
Everything will soon be repainted
I hear you shout my name ...
the eardrum is temporarily closed
- not quite ready for fall yet
17/08/2021
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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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 my left eye.
I turn and recognise the face
Through the glints of light
Shone onto their abstract expression.
They lift their arm slowly,
Obscured in the dark shadow, a
Bony finger extends.
They beckon me over
To sit with them.
To cradle them and relate with them.
So they can stroke my hair and tell
Me I’m all theirs.
I know them to be quite the jealous type
As I have sat with them before.
Their name tingles on my lips
In my mind I know
I should avoid them but I
Have been spotted.
I was visible to them.
They saw my need.
Because I was alone.
They saw.
I was open.
Like a deer by a brook.
I don’t want self-pity
To come over me.
But I would like company.
I would prefer a friend.
So I get up and leave
And walk away from the face I recognised,
Despite my loneliness.
I walk away, look back and see Depressions face.
He is angry. He wants me to sit and wallow.
But I got away.
I walk.
Quiet introvert
Weaving eardrum tapestries
Spaces in between
"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 is without peer
Lion of Judah, presence felt near.
A shooting star into the stratosphere?
Leaving a blistering debris trail in its wake.
A Sonic Boom breaks through the veil
sends out sound waves, touching, feeling,
slightly off-rail
sends out a Revelation heralding
resounding eardrum shattering tear -
KA-BOOM!
just like some glamour chick’s walked into the room
in 6 inch killer stilettos,
curve hugging deep velvet
the sub-level indigo blues,
shaking everything in the place
slams the door, her audience now captive
is frozen in place, tittering amongst themselves,
“Here’s something new”;
the world awakes to
crushed violets, heliotropes, shell pinks, eggshell pale blues;
she rises above him
he lifts his face.
Arrival in this
AlienNation
no Ocean, a barren place
Holding pattern and station.
Her vessel lands with a thud,
breaks the bedrock, dirt
she steps through the portal
away from it all, she’s escaping
this asylum,
it’s not evolving, it’s not birth
a re-entry of sorts,
a vacuum sucking back down to
Deadly Earth.
(Lovejoy-Burton/ Dec 2017)
(1)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MEfqTlKPqfI
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 a furrowed brow;
I pull forth words to rest upon my lips
and dare to harness nouns or verbs to plow.
Yet somehow tangled meanings still occur.
Until the heavens’ gates are flung apart
and every star agleam begins to blur
may lyrics wrap themselves in action’s chart.
Artistic wings may wake a sleeping cur
and stitch the yarn in every reader’s fur.
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 the reward that is beyond our sight?
How are we to navigate through the night,
With an invisible joy as our guiding light?
How can wicked hearts love one who is perfect?
And this thought perplexes me:
The one weeping in Gethsemane.
For his alienation from the holy trinity.
A fellowship not known by mortal men.
And yet my heart tends to go,
Towards the summer, and to the snow.
My love is for things that I know.
But the holy fellowship I‘ve never seen.
I can boast of the poet’s words.
I can admire the fish and the birds.
I can point to harmonies written in thirds.
But the Holy one’s face I cannot describe.
Man in his mind’s eye.
Can conjure up griffins and fairies that fly.
As well as fraudulent gods in the sky.
But a true deity he cannot draw a picture.
For the company of friends we are grateful.
In our camaraderies we are playful.
But we don’t desire to sit at the trinity’s roundtable.
Of that friendship we are alien.
And if there is a heavenly hymn able to touch my ear.
My eardrum may never again resound, I fear.
The face of the savior unclear,
To a mere golem returning to the mud.
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 but laugh
But not the type of laugh I anticipated on giving her.
I wasn’t laughing at her.
It was of higher caliber.
The sound.
Even though the laugh ended it still seemed to titillate my senses.
It was as if her laughter echoed through my eardrum on past my mind and deep into an abyss.
The Abyss I hid my heart in a long time ago.
like the tight gate around my heart splintered open, just enough to see a sliver of whats left of the fragmented boundless beating confused Monster.
Just enough laughter made it through the abyss to reach into the cracked gate
Just enough to touch the monstrosity locked away.
Just enough to make it laugh… Something it hasn’t done it a long time.
They say laughter is the best Medicine and that perplexed me.
Laughter cant cure cancer. It cant prevent aids.
But It can suffice as a bandage to wrap around where it really hurts.
It wasn’t my laughter that did this.
It was hers.
I don’t yet understand why god gave her the ablilty to heal my wounds.
Maybe im not the only person she has this effect on.
Maybe god wanted her to save the world with her
Loud, Flamboyant, High Pitched , and Wild laugh.
Its sound good don’t it?
But as sad as it sound I don’t want her to be the one to save the world with laughter. . .No.
I want that laughter all to myself…Just for me
I can still hear her laughing.
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 the truth. This truth forgives with an unforgiving forgiveness that leaps at each chance to advance itself ahead of what we think are our priorities. What is important to you? In the middle of nothing using a dormant view?? That will negate the greed with which an informant sees??? To live as a minority in a society that tells us "It's ok to be who you are. Just...Don't...Be...who you are" can lead to conflicting circumstances. And tendencies that worship sand can push hands to grab ministries that land feet on thin ice. Thin ice breaks, feet get frostbit but wings...by God...wings float us away from troubled outcomes. So to be afraid of what the world gave us shaves trust by the handfuls. And those palms sprinkle palms along the crooked smiling flow of the Euphrates river...upstream toward the center of your design let each line change your mind. Why not? What more is there? Turn with sordid warfare course stares and sliced lots...how can we share and not care for the right spot? Then the door taps with a light knock. Long winded admonishing opens the minds of socioeconomic close minded polishing...shining blind guidance through upchucked science leading you towards the light. Can we walk there together?
Sincerely. Your Conscience
PS
Sharpened cloud covering raining
altered speckles of redemption
that claims our man made tendencies
glides over sin fatigued flesh
Seeping into each pore
that redeemer strips us of plagued habits
redefining our appearance
Sound visits an inaudible eardrum
The melody is clear of imperfection.
Your eyes open to a world free of immorality
As the clouds disappear...
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
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 crannied wall,
The cuckoo lays eggs, on its fill of fun,
Sweet strident songs upon my eardrum fall.
The cuckold's crown to the crows befall,
‘Tis a well-known tale, known to everyone;
Upon the mango tree I hear a cuckoo call.
Summer makes me stay in cool and shady hall,
The cuckoos sing, mate merrily in the sun,
Sweet strident songs upon my eardrum fall.
I’m sure, like ne’er before, this’ll make a cuckold gall,
As it echoes through street and wayside stall.
Upon the mango tree I hear a cuckoo call,
Sweet strident songs upon my eardrum fall.
~kcm
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 still able to work and earn
So many years later hearing grew worse
then got hearing aids from National Health
at first, was helpful but never great
as wax in the eardrum was a real curse
Syringe my ears were now required
as the wax filled my ears so much
but the hearing was very inconsistent
as drastic action now being retired
Now I paid private and went digital
waxing lyrically with my sound
what a difference3 that was made
as I hear words clearly now I've found
So the lesson learned is don't give up
even when you think it will fail
maybe there's something around the corner
to release you from your deaf jail
sad (double tetractys)
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
The musical band
--O' ladies and gentlemen--
Eardrum *tinnitus!
*Tintinnabulation--ringing or tinkling of bells
*Tinnitus--a ringing in the ears