Best Talk Over Poems
Just imagine..
Sitting in your cushioned chair
Comfortable as you can be
You close your eyes and begin to rest
Everything is so calm..
. . .
The timer rings insanely!
The microwave beeps!
Your alarm goes off!
Subs pulsating outside!
The radio is screaming!
Children shriek without reason!
Why is it so Loud?!
The clanging of dishes!
Slamming of doors!
Cabinets smacking!
Washer! Dryer! Running Water!
Thundering yells for dinner!
Piercing yells of complaints!
Must it be so Loud?!
Stove hisses!
Feet stomp!
Senseless yelling!
All of it at once!
Try to talk over it!
It's just too much!
Why so freaking LOUD?!
It's all noise! Just NOISE!
Slamming! Crashing! Booming! AGH!
Is it necessary?!
I'm screaming in tears to make it stop!
I can't stand it anymore!
All of it! Just SHUT UP!
Stop being so LOUD!!
. . .
Silence
In a world of sound
Let yourself escape
Everything is calm
Nothing is here to bother you
Calm, breathe, unwind, it's okay..
Everything is Silence
It helps if ya choose to be good in ya life
To heck with the Web of deceit, struggles & strife.
Be good to others but be wary too
Cos not all of da' people are the same as you.
Be generous & kind ...
I don't mean with ya pennies.
Just be there with an ear to lend to a friend
Be it James jimmy or jennies.
Don't talk over people just have a little bit of respect
But remember in your own needs to never neglect.
Be true to yaself others and all
And life will be good I'm return & down you won't falk
3rd June Anna 's tate
He had no teeth and neither did his girlfriend.
We’d sit in his apartment in the dark drinking margaritas and watch Jeopardy.
He’d answer every question correctly and his girlfriend would cackle.
He’d shoot at the mice with a pellet gun as they scurried in the shadows.
He rarely missed.
Their heads would explode and I would feel queasy.
Then he’d turn back to the TV leaving the brains splattered on the floor and wall.
We’d stay up all night talking and drinking.
He’d stand out front of the building in the snow in slippers always laughing.
He was always laughing.
Even after I moved 3,000 miles away I’d call him up to talk over the phone he’d tell outrageous stories always laughing.
Sometimes those people that are hurting the most laugh the hardest.
He had no one in the world.
His girlfriend and myself, we were his family.
I figured when he someday died his body would simply turn into a skeleton in his apartment.
And he’d still be laughing.
Whenever if you should ever find
yourself in desperate need of a
2nd parties independent council
or friendly ear
And when you are willing to lay your
soul bare place your woes at their feet
and they should dare interrupt
Whilst you are trying to speak and
get the word's out you wanted
wholeheartedly to say
To quote Star War's sudo- psychology
This is not the drone you are seeking
then they are in fact after all not the
actual person or friend you though
they we're
Because if they we're surely then they
would care enough
To listen attentively and hear you out
Rather than talk over you which in
effect tells you everything about
them you needed to know
You're friendship is actually based
on the premise
I talk you listen
Not the other way around
To return home that was at a walking distance.
She used to stop at a bar to freshen up a bit
One day she noticed a man staring at her.
As days passed, he befriended and bonded her.
It became a daily routine to talk over a drink.
When one day, she went to the rest room,
He poured a tasteless powder into her drink.
Next morning, she found herself in his bed.
When she was about to shout for any help
He showed her pictures of the last night
She was victimized for months silently
Till she committed suicide because of
Date Rape drug, known as Predator drug.
Come by the sword, die by the sword
Didn’t work, in this case of the woman.
Good people are passive, not aggressive
They believe in, “If a man slaps on your left cheek,
Offer your right cheek for him to slap”
A swordsman fights his opponent of equal strength
Who has sword in one hand and chili powder in another
Throws into his eyes and overpowers or kills him
Theory works but in the war or duel situation.
Jesus didn’t say “All who live with sword, Die by sword”
**He told Peter to put his sword away, and said
“All who draw the sword will die by the sword”**
**Matt. 26:52.
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Date :2-28-14
There is a field called Compromise;
I will meet you there.
To talk over our differences;
A feather of friendship, I wear.
I will listen to all;
That you have to say.
You listen the same to me;
We talk in a good way.
When two warriors;
Can come to understand.
We unite for our peoples;
All across these ancient lands.
A promise made;
To do battle no more.
Putting aside past bouts;
No longer keeping score.
A treaty of peace;
It is a new day.
From this day forward;
May it forever be this way.
I cast my anger;
To the ground.
It no longer serves me well;
I lay my war staff down.
I accept your pipe in friendship;
And offer it up towards the skies.
May Great Spirit keep sacred;
The field called Compromise.
By: Darlene Doll Smith
Can you hear the rumbling rising from the east?
Words of tectonic proportions are pressing, persisting
moving the masses, a bundled behemoth
desperate for change.
As "party" heads talk over one another all around
spouting clever promises, like ticker tape
an unlikely one, his gold hair flung
rises up with haughty tongue.
And from within the great divide a plaintive cry is heard
break from the lies, look deep inside, renew the search
for truth and freedom to be found once more.
The land cries out, no time to waste in numb passivity
heed now the altar call, arise and stand, united
for all the world to see.
Can you hear the rumbling rising from the east?
Written on 1/22/2016
Why do we not listen? Why do we not hear the sound in the distance? Why do we feel we have to talk over a whisper? Why can't we hear a voice a little more crisper? Why do we doubt? Why do we feel we can go without? Why is this all that life's about? Why do we want more and need less? Why do we not already believe that we are blessed? Why do some of us believe that greed is the only way to bleed? When will we stop the violence? And will we start bowing our heads in silence? When will we start to believe? When will we start to grieve? How is there not something more powerful than me? When will love be the only thing that is? When will we realize the ONLY love is His? Why do we chase things that cannot be found? Why do we look in the wrong places to find love abound? When will we just take a moment to stop and think? Why can we not find the moment to just get our thoughts in sync? Why does life pass by in a blur? Why do we sometimes wish we can go back where we were? Why do we strive for change if no one's willing to change? Why are the broken left to deal with the pain? Why can't we be thankful for each breath? Why doesn't being alive reveal God's attest? Why are there more questions than answers? Why haven't we yet found a cure for cancer? Why is it that these questions seek so many replies?Why is it that we are told not always ask why?
I think you learn from a
Bridge when you see it
Burning when you are on it
I think you experience the burns
From the sun when you hug
It like a little baby in your hands
I think money is never meant
To bear its roots in your
Hands as if it's a tree
I think you cut your own
Dreams when you try to
Whisper it to your friends
I think you learn to walk
In the dark when you are
Too blinded by poverty
I think you learn to speak
When you see your heart
Being burnt by hypocrites
I think my life is killing it
When I think I a complete
Definition of success
I think talk over and over
Your slim developments
Bear jealous in your life
To me, I think I think life
Is not amazed when it walks
In the valley of my goals
Joyce Johnson has something common with me
She and I share similiar grief confess
When on that airplane I finally see
Compassionate face I will love no less
Then I will see a person who understood
All heartaches, just to talk over coffee
This will make me feel so very good
As we sit down at Starbucks; I'll pay fee
I will ask her how she withstood trials
How did she reconcile child's early demise
I'll ask her to share her heartache with me
While we eat a snack with that coffee
Joyce and I share one thing in common see
Meeting her will be such a relief if only brief
Removed from contest because I used the wrong form or style....
Contest:"First Words Over Coffee"
Sponsor: Michael J. Falotico
Written by: Sara Kendrick
Do you want to talk or keep quiet?
I always have a problem with this
I talk too much
And I like to share
I always like to blobber my mouth
and sometimes I say more things than I should say
But the way I look at it
If you don't share you don't care
That should be a street sign right there
A lingo of some kind
Anyway how would I know what you are about
if you don't tell?
Ahh I can always read your body language
But do you always want to put me to that punishment?
I didn't do anything
Just kidding
Talk, will you?
Talk to me
I might be able to predict your future
That stretches kinda thin
Okay okay
I may be able to tell you what you should have for dinner
Nah
You don't want me to do that
But just forge up, will ya?
Things are getting kinda blurry
Need you to clarify
There
Now I know
Just don't talk over me
Ahh now I am getting picky
Okay I'll take what I can get
Just a little slow, will ya?
You're talking too fast
Ahh what a person to do?
You are talking fast, last
I can't put my two sentences in
Ahh I am creating a monster
Okay now talk when I want it
No
Haha
Don't then
Lol
Too funny
Antique maiden lend me your time shall we talk over wine
your much to kind to spend moments alone I find you dashing
and breathtaking,how my heart is aching breautiful lady your
mesmerizing I want more.
Monday night is my weekly Bible Study
An evening spent delving into God's word.
A night devoted to knowing Christ as my Savior
To not attend would be simply absurd.
Tuesday night is spent at the county prison
Sharing God's word with hard-core sinners.
Trying to lead them to repent and accept Christ as their Savior
In hopes they'll be transformed from losers to winners.
Wednesday night is spent at church
A midweek devotion so important to my life.
To praise God and thank Him for his many blessings
As Sunday service alone does not suffice.
Thursday is our weekly lunch at the diner
A great time to get to know my fellow Christians.
We break bread and we share God's word with each other
And often talk over our latest church mission.
Friday and Saturday I like to leave open-ended
Unless my church has something planned, in which case I attend.
I love my free time but would drop everything for
Participation in a church-sponsored event.
It's Sunday, dear God, and I kneel before thee
Grateful to be here in the House of the Lord.
Though you've bestowed so many blessing on me
I pray for just one more.
Please God, help me be closer to my children
As I've been neglecting their many needs.
I've given my life to Christ as my Savior
Yet somehow lost touch with those important to me.
I love you Lord, and love your son Jesus
For giving His life so I can be with you in eternity.
But please don't let my heavenly desires
Put a wall between my children and me.
So, I hope you'll forgive me if every once in a while
I skip a church event to stay home with my family.
To get reacquainted with them and put forth more effort
In being the parent I know you expect me to be.
My child, by all means spend time at home with your kids
When you are together, you should know I am there.
And when you want to have some alone time with your God
Trust me, they'll still know how much you care.
Be at home for your children and here for your church
Enjoy all your loved ones while you've got the chance.
From your prayer, I suggest you need only be mindful
Of the simple, yet profound gift of…balance.
Form:
Our Time Together
hand in hand we stroll
window shopping our wishes
together on the couch trading laughs
as we guess the Jeopardy questions
making small talk over a dinner
we prepared together
hiking along our favorite trail
taking in the beauty of nature
art galleries are your favorite
and you fish with me
a gentle smile at the end of
a long day or a knowing glance
at night in bed, we caress each other
and talk of our time together
we run our fingers through
each other’s hair and we touch
Trying to get one's point across...
With a raised voice,
Or when two parties
Talk over each other
In order to win an argument...
Is not communication.
When conflict reaches a boiling point,
It's difficult to reach a resolution.
The crosstalk becomes so incoherent...
We don't hear each other clearly.
The unnecessary screaming
And shouting is pointless and tiresome.
A much easier way is to
Turn down the heat
And look for a compromise.
When two perspectives are in dispute
It's better to bring disagreeing parties together...
To help resolve their differences
And come to a solution both can agree on.
That's effective communication.
It matters much more...
Respecting different opinions
Than "being right."
If the impasse remains unbroken
Simply agree to disagree.
Date written: 08/12/2021