Best Loud Poems

genius?
sometimes you are in its minimal spotted light...sometimes!
other times you just know you've been touched and you freeze,
moved but frozen...like a stranger it moves in, does its work and leaves.

...maybe it's been a while since you two spoke...
when the dead sea still hosted life,
the hanging...

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~writer's notes~

i think out loud
from my fingers to a keyboard 
so forgive me if my speak
is somewhat long winded
if it has swirls and curls
this is me
hopefully you want to hear
my voice in its totality

~the prologue~

just a child
he clenches his teeth
grinding 
creating a screeching sound
much like...

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You speak into your child's life in whispers
With the strength of the four winds
No need for yelling
For your child has expectant ears

Wisdom
A fathered gift
Born out of pained understanding
Mistakes not needed to be repeated
Your love an inoculation to failure
Resilience will permeate a new generation

You smile with...

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Inspired by Machinehead – Darkness Within (Acoustic version) & members of society who refuse to embrace the kiss of silence…

As great intentions
Wither upon invalidated declarations,
Serenity’s crowd holds teary-eyed candles
Making silent wishes
For the venom to be sucked
Out

Loudness’ waxy build-up
Making filthy demands
In delegated hostage stand-off
To be HEARD

Cocked...

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(Innuendo -- Pigs)

All around are sticks and stone
Feel God's loving arms around you
-----At last, I am redeemed-----

A feast of my soul, you shall receive
A cake for dinner, I made out of stones
Ratchet pigs fill their dirty mouths, 
Consuming my soul, sipping on champagne

At peace with...

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I shall delete my existence says the dead man
	No more do I breathe	
	No more shall I rant
	Although often I recant

I shall delete all my poems says the loud hen
	No more am I here
	I shall disappear
	Like a child with tuque over head

I shall rescind my tantrums...

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there comes a time when
people you once respected
reveal
or you discover
the real
person behind the mask

face facts
people who never wanted you
to do better
than them
are now wishing
that you would 
shut your mouth
stop your tweeting
delete your facebook
get out of the streets
why are you 
so loud

like the screams of 
the...

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Turn on the beats of the heart
And loud love.
The soul longs to hum
The tune of passion.
An upbeat aura of magic
Steering the ride.
An everlasting journey of love
Luring hearts to be on board.
A puff of spring breeze turning mild
Blankets of frozen feelings.
Breathe in the scent of love
Design...

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your lexis drifted
almost like the wind blew them
loud sigh of nothing



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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...

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the whole world is happening at the same time
every conversation, every bird call, every lion roar
every everything bunched up to oneness in my head
I carry the white noise of distance wherever I go
I am an out of tune radio coursing through debris
and tin whistle high...

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Rainbow spectrum hue teems; colour path beams
Flow among the streams; forming back, white dreams   
Fantasy within seams; fey air it seems 
A life with themes;   verse quest forward in reams
Go forth with loud screams; sublime self-esteem
Taking sunbeams; blessing our Lord’s supreme

1/9/2016

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You tell me i am loud

So much so i could restart the pulse of the dead

So what if i am ?

I am what is says on the tin

Would you rather me dead ?

What if i was only a voice in your head ?

Dangling your heart...

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And trees . . .  a wild hullabaloo,
as I walk a loud chirping path;
deep into the forest of green,
I am delighted with bird trills.

Listen-  the murmur of water,
and trees . . . a wild hullabaloo;
through the tangle a stream whispers,
I follow the...

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my laugh raises hair on people’s necks
it is not petite, polite, refined, or subtle.
it is a throwback to your hillbilly ancestral
caveman’s outrageously loud and ugly laugh.

when it happens, it is as if the bowels of my 
inner crazy is released after 4,000 years in
a dutch...

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