Best Inner Ear Poems
Poetry is a dance of words and feelings,
Bouncing off my inner ear;
Laughter, tears and joyous giggling
That only the writer's heart can hear,
A tension playing against life's strings,
Vibrating wildly to my soul's quickening pace;
Rushing, gushing, struggling to be
The first upon the mighty page.
Chula Fleming © 3/16/2015
sometimes
it’s the perfection
of your expression
that touches me
in the depths
of my heart
sometimes
it’s the melody
of your words
that reaches
the inner ear
of my soul
sometimes
it’s the silences
of what is not said
that delivers
its charm to the roots
of my being
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~THE RIGHT TIME~ 2023
AP: 3rd place 2020, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on July 17, 2020 for contest STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (11) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - Honorable Mention
The cliffs were the only place she could go to find the edge of love
the only boundry between up and down, of faith and fate,
a frontier where tears scratch slate with bursts of pearl pain
and blood speaks to the sky for signs of passion's flood,
sea below, blue as sapphire lonely glow
churns the tide of romantic violence
salting silence into a sizzle of desire's uproar,
prehistoric granite a partner in the thunder
of her wet tides and his solid lift of sheer ridges
where vertical and horizontal make love in sharp contrast,
horizon rich in ransom of freedom's sweet space hovers
split by a sad pulse within her tired and pretty body,
night moves into day like a prophecy
born in the indigo of her cool inferno
auguring only one thing, high speeds
of love from comet's entrails,
on the precipice of self diagnosis
a vigil begins, ceremony of naked consciousness,
gathering the raw material of her soul
she lights a fire that burns like liquid crystal
waving into the shy truth
of shadows that no longer stand still,
the cliff dance starts, influx of instinct
imparts an innocent intuition
foretelling with ferocious accuracy
the survival or burial of they're love,
pouring vinegar and wine on each breast
she howls to the heights of His affection
and crawls towards the flames
to feel the sweat of lust in her veins,
the animal in her rises to hunt
through the heat, into passion complete,
life and death move her feet,
the pull of gravity gripping torso
closer to the drop of dreams,
a star breeze lashes and lifts
her hair and limbs calling for ascendance,
in a moment of reckless roundabout
she hears His husky whisper
of love with no doubt
nibbling on inner ear,
her heart won't lay still
when His eyes see her as mystical,
there is only one law of love
that she lives by, kiss or die,
only she knows the next step...
J.A.B.
A Fool in Love
We could have been in love sometimes somehow
With the person we least expected
That feeling is always wild
That it could last you for a lifetime
True love is scares and hard to find
In the midst of our daily hustles and buzzle
We get caught in the irony of who is truly who
Wait a minute what's your definition of love?
Fill the blank space in your thought
Whatever comes is actually a cool response
Now here is the gist
A fool in love is fool at lost
They don't see the signs speaking in a still voice
Its speaking out loud that they cant hear
The wool is from their inner ear
They are carried away by the feeling in response to their emotions
Can your emotions be compare to your instincts?
Don't tell me you still don't understand
Have you forgotten when you were insulted?
Even a physical assault back then
Mutual respect was lost in the air
Understanding was no where to be found
The vision was blur that you needed a sun glass
You couldn't see above your nose
Danger was calling but you were far behind
Far behind that you needed to be yelled at
Danger was tired that he left unnoticed
How could you have forgotten so soon
You even had a dream that was opposite to your feelings
Yet you ignored and kept moving
Like a child who desperate for a breast milk
There's even a time a child pauses from taking breast milk
It will soon be reality .com
You have confused true love to your emotions.
Carried away by your sensations.
That you never read meaning to the signs aforementioned
Sheybe you see what it has caused you.
Its not time to regret
But try never to forget
What you have learnt in the process
You can now take a u-turn
From wherever you are not minding your destination and how far you have gone.
Realise you have wasted your hard earned time and move on
You are a fool in love when you are carried away by your feelings, emotions and not what love truly stands for
If you have been a victim
Brace up.
The sound of baroque fills the air
the lively beats one can hear
as senses reel to music sweet
elves dance upon imaginary leaves .
The orchestra reaches crescendo
shattering crystals of chandeliers on high
staccatto beats .....the doe skids across the icy field
as snow cascade down from cypress trees.
Violins squeak ...Trombones blare
mandolins vibrate the inner ear.
The harp thrills......soft ripples along the narrow stream,
fish jumping into sunbeams.
Cymbals clash , a metallic crash...splintered timbers caught in lightening flash
A silent throb...the music dims... a cool beeze flows over the hills
soothing, drawing all into a warm embrace
calming the spirit , slowing the pace.
The music wanes...... delicate snowflakes stuck to window panes
A Grand finale......twitching nerves that long for solace.
Silence now as the music stops.
Peace follows music sweet.... into dreams.
Baroque music lives on....do not weep.
Sleep now ....sleep.
A feeling that the room is spinning
especially with specific head movements
Bout of dizziness
don't look up, down or to the side
- just straight ahead
I loved carousels when I was a kid
One step, one goal
grab a door frame or a chair
Vertigo... hits the labyrinth in the inner ear
My crystals ran wild
finally the diamonds are where they should be
I don't like carousels anymore
I do not wish to keep you small
Within a tiny vest pocket
You my dear
You reside within the chambers of my heart
A place so large God's spirit lives here
You walk through the archways of my mind
Whispering sweet sounds to my inner ear
Your essence oscillates through my soul
For I am you and you are me
Without you
There would be an infinite sadness
You and I were made for eternity
You are the realization of my dreams
The symphony of my joy
The gift I could not fully imagine
I marvel at the wonder of you
Thankful
Set free
You are with me
Residing
Within the chambers of my heart
I strained to hear a sound
that could not be heard
What needed to be learned
imperceptibly blurred
It was so loud
this lonely burden
Of what I was aware
I could not be certain
Leaving me wondering
“What’s beyond the open curtain?”
I didn’t want to listen
to what I couldn’t hear
That rumblings
in my inner ear
It made me feel sad
while growing my fear
“What is my purpose?”
“Why am I here?”
Each moment that passed
Felt like it would be my last
The mingling of my future
with my sad past
I didn’t know why
Or what made me try
Could I find truth
Within a cruel lie?
No one else knew
Or could even care
How could they
even be aware?
So I understood
it was my own despair
It lived within me
It wasn’t somewhere out there
I could feel the fabric within me
as it started to tear
I wish I knew
what was false and true
As the thumping tearing
pounding inside me grew
Yet that still loud silence
it could not be heard
For it was always thought
It was never word
My past, present and future
together blurred
Then I placed bare feet
upon grassy ground
I felt connection
beyond mere sight and sound
I longed for freedom
while being earthly bound
A full circle moment
flowing round and round
Somehow my skin
it fully understood
My fingertips
communed with wood
The Earth and heavens
spoke through me
“You are now perfect
and always will be
Yes a part of all
that’s been created by Me.”
Let me walk along the velvet beach,
collecting shells upon crushed stretch.
Sun rearing-up a nine year old — teach
her to be happy, care-free, an oceanic sketch.
Eyes wide open, examine the gifts of the sea.
Brunette hair cascading over the shoulders.
Her bare feet stride through shifting sands free.
The past warms me in this present colder.
With curiosity in seaswept zephyr-ease,
each open shell would land a nesting place.
Her caress of lovely fingerlings, bent knees,
behold a prize...the shellac of time and space.
Piece by piece, a plan from Auntie’s coving.
We’d dip into the shapes, shades, and whispering,
pleasure and pleasantries ensconced in loving
of the sea through the inner ear of offerings.
Tunnels of God—great in mercy and grace.
Small but cared for, this daughter and niece,
sister and friend — so much ancestry to trace
in each universe of person, place and the deceased.
5/17/2021
** Neither Silent Nor Still **
With you…by you…in you
Lord,
I never found silence
To be stillness.
With you, silence is
elevating, escalating,
Eternally
An ongoing current — a soundless ocean
With an unending
Roll-over of crested waves,
But silent with the pulse of my soul.
In silence I found
The heart of God, but
Therein God heard
The Voice of my devotion —
Heart to heart —
His tenderly spoken
response
Heard within a silence
By an inner ear
With the moving grace
Of a full embrace of utter peace,
Which was not still, but
Cradling held, a hint of floating
With a consuming quiet joy
That I turn and turn over
In memory to
Repeat
the rhythm-breathing
Communion…Alleluia! Come
Alleluia, Abba! All Love is yours —
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(c) sally young eslinger
Thanks be to God
As the new guy in school, I was blessed to be hanging around a few guys who were
considered "cool." I had gotten the heads-up about "Lee" the school bully. I did what I could
to avoid him totally. That changed one day after gym. On my way to 5th period I literally
bumped into him. I had always been a guy to show brotherly love. It surprised me when he
spun around and gave me a shove. I knew this would be the day to show how tough I was.
Even the other kids in the hall felt the buzz.
Something inside me instantaneously began tearing me apart. I closed my eyes and
listened to my heart. Of course, I could not visibly see spiritually. But something was
happening around me. I felt dizzy and my choices weren't easy. How was I to know several
demons were very busy. I was momentarily blind, and those demons were clawing at my
mind. Screaming "Hit him, hit him" and spiritually pushing me in the back. Yelling in my
inner ear to attack!
While this war was going on in my head, I thought I heard a swoosh as wingspread. I
couldn't see spiritually but hundreds of angels surrounded me with swords of fire that blazed
the color of sapphire. Me and Lee stood toe to toe in the corridor. Spiritually, Michael the
Archangel wagged war. Subconsciously I was aware of other kids standing around in the
background waiting, anticipating my next move.
Now a different softer voice whispered, "You have nothing to prove." Around Michael
and his glorious angels those demons lay dead. A sense of peace filled my head. Slowly the
anger subsided. My decision was decided. I no longer felt spiritually weak this day. I turned
the other cheek and walked away. Behind me I heard no curses and there was no attack. I
could have sworn I felt a pat on my back.....
Note: To a friend who enjoys my "stories".....
Did you know
Loved ones
From the other side
Are attracted
To the flame
Of lit candles
To that magical
Little flickering
Light
Next time
Remember
Make a ritual of it
Intensify intent
Embracing
Welcoming
Opening the heart
Expressing gratitude
Listening with the inner ear
For love and compassion
Guidance and wisdom
Touching for an instant
Soul to soul
Imagine
That door
Being no bigger
than the flicker
of a flame
AP: 3rd place 2021
The cat was in the moonlight clear.
Arching his back, quite full of fear.
Jack-o-lanterns were rather dear.
Showing fierceness with toothy leer.
Goblins, ghosts and spooks in the mirror
Added to the ambiance of fear.
The older kids did laugh and jeer
Some of them possibly sneaking beer.
A wild screeching in my inner ear
Let me know Halloween was very near.
On-Sight
There aren't many who see me-
Those few view me in the
Words they say
"speak" me when they
Glance away
Their inner ear "attuned"
Their "knowings" seek invitation
To an inner, sacred place
Long ago barricaded from
"Exploitative" desires-I can
Not promise entry-
I LIVE here, and must protect my space.
Still; there are
a few...
"It happens just because we need to want, and to be wanted too...when love is here or gone to lie down in the darkness and... listen to the warm.” -Rod McKuen
The earliest days with you were way too cool.
We clashed like cymbals crashing bitter bronze, cold so close it stung head-on.
I froze for days in the after-clash that rung and numbed my inner ear.
It would take some time before I could feel your real vibe.
The hottest snare my ears will not recall; it burns too much to know the sweep of brush is gone.
But at night, after the marching band’s pounded out every bit of sound and stretched like hide my auditory nerve, you pity the nothing that’s left from my highs and my lows. Like smoke from a gun, your voice reaches me. In the bass of my drum, with steady beat, you sing to me, "Listen to the Warm." You tap so soft and sweet. How beautiful that you can still touch me with the words you used to speak.
April 26, 2016
"Listen to the Warm" Contest