Best Sense Of Hearing Poems
Being sensual isn’t necessarily about sex.
I recall a night of such immense innocent delight
that all my senses -heightened- far exceeded
my teenage expectations of romance.
My sense of sight had already been triggered
from the moment I first met the young man
whose eyes so flirtatiously met mine.
As sweet as chocolate, his eyes melted me.
His smile was honey and his voice too,
which dripped with an accent which was French -
instantly attracted my sense of hearing.
In the front seat of his Buick Riviera,
this boy from Quebec taught me the allure
of taking time . . .
taking time to gaze into each other eyes,
taking time to feel . . . to really feel
each little nibble on my ear lobe
and the sweetness of his breath
at the nape of my neck; to feel his fingers
as they softly traced the features of my face -
worshippingly -
as if I were a goddess he was touching.
Even my sense of smell was aroused by his colgne.
Taking his time . . .
such lingering precious time,
he arrived to that first anticipated kiss,
and my sense of taste was then aroused,
for his kiss was ambrosia of the gods.
To touch his silken skin and hair,
and then to feel his lips moving smoothly over mine!
In synche with him -
romance was nothing but sublime.
All the while his hands – so magical -
caressed my hands, my arms, my shoulders,
and my back down to my waist.
Feelings I’d never experienced before
overwhelmed me with bliss.
I was still a virgin, and he knew exactly how far
not to go.
Keeping me at the brink
of something I was not to know till I was married,
I was more than satisifed and never before in my life
had I felt more cherished.
Every sense of mine was totally engaged
by his dulcet whispers
and the beauty of his eyes, his nose, his mouth,
and his entire tall slender body.
The touch of him, the feel of him,
and the feel of MY burgeoning emotions -
for me this was a virgin’s dream
of sensuality.
Feb. 3, 2021
for the Sensual Poetry Contest of Charlotte Puddifoot
The kids at play appear distracted,
Remote control is used to aim
As they engage in stellar warfare
They’re concentrating on their game.
My wife and I talk in a whisper
There’s adult business to discuss
Not meant for ears of little children;
We raise no voices, make no fuss.
Out of the blue they interrupt us.
They have picked up all that we said!
Their sense of hearing is amazing;
We should use code or signs instead.
How come their ears are sharp and active
When they are even out of range,
Then when we want their full attention
They become deaf. Isn’t it strange!
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Contest: Funny Kids Poem Contest
Sponsor: Team PoetrySoup
Placed 2nd
The sense of sight…
To picture our world each day.
The sense of touch…
To kiss the pain and tears away.
The sense of smell…
As lungs fill with the air we breathe.
The sense of taste…
As flavors on the tongue they weave.
The sense of hearing…
For the music of children at play.
But the most valuable sense of all,
A sense of humor…
So no matter what, you can laugh each day.
There is music for the ears and fragrance for the nose,
delicious foods for taste buds, touch of satin in a rose.
But for us, the many lucky ones who have sense of sight,
art visual surrounds us, to fill us with delight.
No sense of hearing do we need when in the presence of
God’s beauty found in nature and gifted by His love.
God also gifted artists with creativity
to enchant all of our senses, especially visually!
We see it in our fabrics and clothing that we wear
enhancing many body types - this from designers’ flair!
It’s in our architecture - awesome structures in this world,
in statues and in pottery from which mere clay was swirled.
Famous paintings in museums are well-renowned as art
so visually stunning that they touch a person’s heart.
Photography and videos and the movies we hold dear
entrance our mind and sight as well as what we hear!
Creators we were born to be, like God, whose artwork is
the finest we can emulate. The best we see is His!
March 2, 2019 for Line Gauthier's Creativity in Visual Arts
MY FIVE SENSES AT WORK WITH MY SPECIAL CHILD
With my God-given sense of sight
I thank* His miraculous might
For my special child’s milestones’ height
He manifests with great delight:
…appreciative face, glowing bright
…raising hands while learning left or right
…distinguishing yellow from white
…sign language show of prayer-plight!
As for my ready sense of smell
The Lord signals my nose to tell
If my special child can revel
In his grooming as scented well:
…since his quirky acts don’t repel
…the baby cologne’s blissful swell
…with his perfumed lotion and gel
…of after-bath fragrance level!
Through my tasting ability
God endows me sense-faculty
To check food nutrients’ quality
For my child’s growth-intensity:
…midst sweet cravings - chocolatey
…appetite for fish, so meaty
…as well as juice, milky and fruity
…ignoring bitter or salty!
By my God-blessed sense of hearing
I listen to my child sharing
His thoughts midst shouts so endearing
Thru his glee-filled muttering:
…Bible stories, his heart stirring
…Gospel songs with his voice soaring
…stammering about cats purring
…noise - whispering, cheering, caring!
Along my God-bestowed touch-sense
I can feel my child’s innocence
Filled with wondrous wisdom’s presence
By his assurance-grip’s license:
…kiss of gratitude's prevalence
…embrace of sweet joy’s opulence
…hugs of peace for restful silence
…all expressing love’s excellence!
*1Thessalonians 5:18 In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.
August 10, 2018
6th place, "Five Senses" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Viv Wigley; judged on 8/14/2018.
The spirits come for a late night ethereal visit
the little girl announces her presence
Breath in Breath out
there is nothing to forgive
Your pain is validation you still live
With that... all sense of hearing dissapears
next comes paralysis with its icy grip, breath chocked by irrational fear
Now starts the grainy images of an old terrible black and white news reel
fuzzy subtitles of smiling troops whose words we cannot read or hear
with loud military music assaulting the ears.
Breath in Breath out
there is nothing to forgive
Your pain is validation you still live
Silence returns as the gates of hell swing open right on cue,
the cast of ghostly characters come into view
all take their place until the scene is complete,
the silence is broken by a lone heart beat.
She takes her place in the news reel's flickering images of light
The camera follows her every move, a crescendo of music as her spirit takes flight,
for this maybe the first time she ever experienced a confectionery delight.
Breath in Breath out
there is nothing to forgive
Your pain is validation you still live
Her and many faceless children come laughing, disembodied hands reaching out
to the young soldiers in return receiving tootsie rolls and gummi bears
Pleasant encounters must now end... with a village elder and authoritarian shouts.
We watch her run home laughing with a pocket full of candy to share.
Evil breaths in, Evil breaths out... exhaling caustic hate
The Acrid fumes blinds our eyes
as shadowy figures materialize...
for this little pretty little girl was nothing more than bait
The small moment of humanity will be exchanged for eternal despair
She must return with her pink backpack to complete this morbid affair.
Running calling to us, laughing holding it out for us to see
Boom then she is gone, nothing but a red mist where she used to be.
Breath in, Breath out
there is no need
for you to grieve
Your pain is validation both you and I live
there is nothing to forgive
no need to pay anymore dues
fore I am your guardian now watching over you
Evil knows no bounds as it locks people into such cruel fates.
We both are sorry for meeting that March day
and with that the flickering news reel ends.
we part ways again.
I have said too much
Spilling out my feeling like a tub overflowing
Telling the world how I feel
Sharing the secrets that are meant to be keep hidden
Here I write confessing my love as if I was in a wooden box at church
Expressing myself so freely
Giving away parts of my soul
Like a lady of the night
I give it freely and charge none
Why was I born this way?
When will the time come that I change who I am
Who they all say I must be
I no longer want this life
No longer want to be that first smile
When you wake in the morning
I guess as of now
I have said too much
Am I happy for you probably not!
My words go unheard if the world lost the sense of hearing
That is okay I lost the sense of feeling
Feeling like a stepping stone
Wiping your feet on my soul
Your own doormat
Have I said too much already?
Perhaps I have but none will take notice
None will send a volley cheer to enlighten my darken mood
An artificial night as I lay here with the curtains closed to the world
Pondering what is my next move
The sun shines so bright outside these walls
But no light is seen
Maybe now I have said too much
Maybe I haven’t said enough
Suddenly my sense of hearing awakened by
just three sounds
…. the rasping call of a wood pigeon outside
somewhere
…. the low constant hum of my fridge
in the kitchen, nearby
…. heavy footsteps, on creaking floorboards
in the corridor
Another day, I would have called these noises
disturbance
instead, just then
serenity cradled my troubled soul
in her silken arms
she lulled me into an unfamiliar place called calm
in that moment
just then
peace.
Mind, intellect ego, nor echoes they spell,
Nor sense of hearing, speech, nor of smell,
Nor am I earth, fire, air, nor yet space,
I’m Shiva, awareness and bliss.
Nor vital Life-force, nor five breath fields,
Seven essences, nor five body shields,
No limbs of action make what me is,
I’m Shiva, awareness and bliss.
Likes nor dislikes, I’ve greed, nor fantasy,
Pride nor conceit, envy nor jealousy,
Nor any pursuits of life do I miss,
I’m Shiva, awareness and bliss.
Happiness nor sorrows, virtue nor vice,
Chants, pilgrimage, Vedas nor sacrifice,
Food nor fondness, nor one that relishes,
I’m Shiva, awareness and bliss.
I’ve Death nor doubt, nor faith in wombs of worth,
Father nor mother nor I’ve any birth,
Kin, friend, guru nor disciples on earth,
I’m Shiva, awareness and bliss.
One alone, shape nor size, nor form any,
Pervasive, rife everywhere, in senses,
I’ve freedom, nor bondage, peace, poise is me,
I’m Shiva, awareness and bliss.
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From aatma shatakam or nirvaana shatakam, six verses on atman, written by Shankaracharya of 8th century CE. Transliteration of the Sanskrit text is given here:
manah-buddhi-ahamkara-chittani na aham,
na cha kshotra-jihve na cha ghrana-netre |
na cha vyoma bhumih na teja vayuh
chit-ananada rupah shivah aham shivah aham ||1 ||
na cha prana-sanjnyah na vai pancha-vayuh,
na va sapta-dhatuh na va pancha-koshah |
na vak pani-padau na cha upastha-payu
chit-ananada rupah shivah aham shivah aham ||2 ||
na me dvesha-ragau na me lobha-mohau,
madah na eva me na eva matsarya bhavah |
na dharmah na cha arthah na kamah na mokshah,
chit-ananada rupah shivah aham shivah aham ||3 ||
na punyam na papam na saukhyam na duhkham,
na mantrah na tirtham na vedah na yajnyah |
aham bhojanam na eva bhojyam na bhoktah
chit-ananada rupah shivah aham shivah aham ||4 ||
na me mrtyu-shanka na me jati bhedah,
pita na eva me na eva mata na janma |
na bandhuh na mitram guruh na eva shishyah
chit-ananada rupah shivah aham shivah aham ||5 ||
aham nir-vikalpah nir-akara-rupah,
vibhuh vyapya sarvatra sarva indriyanam |
sada me samatvam na muktih na bandhah,
chit-ananada rupah shivah aham shivah aham ||6 ||
Translations |05.08.2021|
When everything about me still thrives,
And everything is a sight for sore eyes,
I'm thankful for my sense of SIGHT.
When noise abounds with the hearing of sounds,
because my eardrums are enough to Astone,
I'm grateful for my sense of HEARING.
When never taking for granted a savory taste,
And as Jesus said, let nothing go to waste,
I'm thankful for my sense of TASTE.
When my bride is baking with sweet working labor,
And overwhelming me with smells of succulent flavors,
I'm grateful for my sense of SMELL.
I bow my knees and heart when I feel that loving touch,
And when I realize that I have been blessed with so much,
I'm thankful for my sense of TOUCH.
082023PS
Tigers are the biggest cat in the wild
They love to pounce on their prey.
They lunge at animals' necks.
With their powerful jaws they hold on tight.
They pounce on and attack
Deer, wild boar and baby elephants.
When ill or injured, they will kill people
They can't catch their normal prey.
Tigers are known to hunt from dusk until dawn
When their prey are more active.
Their strong legs and sharp claws
Help them take down their prey efficiently.
Their keen sense of hearing and sight
Allow them to attack with precision.
Their unique coat patterns allow them
To get close to prey without being detected.
We have five basic senses…which we use daily without thinking about them much
There’s seeing and hearing and tasting and don’t forget…smelling and touch.
Our senses are interconnected…into our life they’re totally infused…
but occasionally we’re asked..hypothetically
If we had to lose one…which one would we choose?
Of course we’d want to keep our sight!
Certainly sight in our top three
There is so much beauty surrounding us…so much beauty we want to see.
Of course we’d want to keep our hearing!
There are a host of sounds in the world that enthrall…
We’d have to keep our sense of hearing so we can listen to them all.
Of course we’d want to keep our sense of taste!
to quench our appetite and satisfy our thirst.
And what good would our sense of taste be
If we couldn’t smell what we’re eating or drinking first?
Which leaves the sense of touch…as down our list of senses we scroll
by the sheer process of elimination…touch is low man on that totem pole.
But this quarantine…this virus has shown us…as it’s filled us with anxiety and fear
That to touch is just as important …as to see, smell, taste and to hear.
Keeping or social distance has made us realize…this fifth sense…matters much!
That even with our other four senses working…we find we still miss that human touch.
We understand how holding hands, walking arm in arm,
a kiss, a hug…a simple pat on one’s back or one’s knee
is just as important in our lives as the ability to hear, smell, taste, and to see.
So the next time I’m asked…hypothetically
If I had to lose one sense…which one would I choose…
I’ll say: I’ve been blessed to have all five in my life
and there isn’t one that I’d choose to lose.
We always eulogize a child on his birth
We also eulogize a person on his death
On both occasions he is unable to appreciate the praise
At birth he is unable to understand the words
At death his ears are unresponsive to the sound
Why do we always say good things on these occasions?
Must we confine our eulogy only to these occasions?
A child doesn’t understand our words at the time of his birth
So it doesn’t matter whatever our words may sound
The logic isn’t the same for a person on his death
We have an innate fear that his spirit is hearing our words
We wish to impress the spirit by using words of praise
Why should we impress the spirit with words of praise?
There is a belief that the spirit will leave after such occasions
Some believe that the spirits are not influenced by words
Our fate after death depends on all our deeds after birth
All good deeds will be rewarded by the Creator after death
Fate is not decided on words irrespective of how it may sound
It is impossible to infer true feelings from how the words sound
We often pretend to please others by telling words of praise
These pretensions are useless when hearing ability ceases on death
But may be fruitful when spoken to others on different occasions
It is ineffective when the sense of hearing is undeveloped at birth
The generation of feelings depends upon how we express the words
Human relations depend on how we express our feelings in words.
Expressions, conveying different feelings, are said in a varying sound
The effectiveness is lost when conveyed to a child at birth
Damaged human relations can be repaired through words of praise
The appropriate expressions must be chosen to suit the occasion
Feelings and expressions must amalgamate in the occasion of death
One of the most solemn occasions in life is that of death
While expressing feelings we carefully select the words
The choice of words matches the vibes of the occasions
The speeches are characterized by a particular sound
On such occasions we forget our true feelings and praise
Ebullient feelings are aroused on the occasion of birth
The strength of a relationship is expressed by the identity of the sound
The effectiveness of the expressions rest on the choice of words
Alas! The only expressions a child has are cries at birth
dusk sets forest wanes
twilight stalk by clouds
full moon oversees
wind's puff rustles leaves
owl's sense of hearing
pause seek what are veil
3/26/2021
Tableau
It was only when facing my mortality
That I realized I'm not immortal
I stood at death's doorway
Facing the Grim Reaper
When my sense of taste and smell
Slowly faded to nothing
It heightened my sense of hearing
And I heard for whom the bell tolls
Terror gripped my heart
When told I tested positive
But I remained ever vigilant
And audacious in the pursuit of recovery
Locked away in my own little world
It has been a struggle alone with my thoughts
Sometimes I wonder deep down
If I'll ever taste food again
For COVID-19 robbed me
Of that which made me happiest
And as difficult as it is to cope with
I can rest knowing one thing
Though I may be a mere mortal
I found the strength and I'm still alive