Best Tone Of Voice Poems
We push the pen to make you feel
the gentle tapping of the falling rain,
the stinging burn of the summer sun
the heavy heart of despair and pain.
We push the pen to make you see
the vibrant orange of a monarch wing,
the secretive soul hidden in our eyes,
the golden sunrise in early morning.
We push the pen to make you taste
the sweetness of love's first kiss,
the bitterness of heartbreaking defeat
the richness of pure chocolate bliss.
We push the pen to make you hear
the clear waters babbling in the brook,
the forgotten laughter of our inner child
the cracking spine of a brand new book.
We push the pen to make you savor
the pungent petals of the red rose,
the crisp aroma of a tart green apple
the autumn air that excites the nose.
We each push the pen in different ways
with our own tone of voice and mystique,
an art form that no other can duplicate,
no right or wrong, just wonderfully unique.
I told my therapist I had a fall back position That I had saved the pills from my wife's death bed Enough pain killer to bring down an elephant Hiding in the back of Mary's closet Waiting for me if things go Gothic black again My therapist in a calm concerned tone of voice asked me to get rid of them Made me promise to do that as homework and I tried Today the the Firehouse excepted Mary's used and unused needles Then sent me back home with the rest Having brought my attention to these pills has brought them to life in my mind They know my name They have an intimate connection with Mary's pain They have made me remember it all again I will keep them in the trunk of the car tonight And tomorrow they will go to the dump One more shadow of darkness removed One more day of moving beyond the barricade of myself
Show down.
Eye to eye,
Tears sweat from it's cheek.
Little bit of a shake in the bodily wise.
"You can't do this to me! Speak in that tone of voice!"
"Look around. They'll think you're insane!"
"Get back in line!"
Cirlcing my lens sight about,
Seeing the expression of anguish hysteria in the norm,
The air is now poisoned with agony emotions.
Who can escape?
High noon like never seen before.
"Don't come any closer!"
"Do you know who I am? 21 St. Century."
"You live in me."
"Play by the rules, be quiet, and take it like a man!"
Smiling infinity within me.
"No! Do not walk away like that!"
"You need me!"
Turn with final words of free,
"Who needs who?"
"Time. A lonely place without man. Better thank the One who keeps you in His
Hands."
"As for me. Better things to do. Live on Earth in her humbleness."
"By the way, shut off the light before you leave. Too late! The roundabout living are
your witnesses that it was done long ago."
(Thank you Jill Martin for your comments on "Blank Screen". Your comments
fired me up to write this one.)
always is not usually an appropriate word to use, it generalizes.
be cognizant of your tone of voice and your body language
creativity and courtesy are more important than anything else
do not hesitate to help a stranger
enthusiasm is welcome in most places
finish what you start and be flexible
gleefulness goes a long way if you are not making fun
happiness can be given away liberally
intelligence is not as important as ingenuity
joy is a journey, we can all grasp and seek
kindness is God’s gift to the world
love is the other gift we need to spread
memories pop up when you do not expect them
need a break? Your soul knows when to honor this feeling
optimism opens the world to your favor
powerful is the person who puts others first
quintessential humans have empathy
respect and responsibility are the signs of a leader
selflessness is a quality that the most brilliant admire
true to yourself, find your favorite things and do them
understanding others is easier if you know yourself first
victorious is the person who listens to their soul guides
willingness to show integrity is duly noted
‘xact is not as important as ‘xpecting the best from others
youth is not always youthful, as age is not always old
zest and zeal make your life worth living at this second.
"My heart is like a singing bird". Christina Rossetti
The Dilettante Diaries: "The True Romantics"
Once cages are open
the True Romantics
dance their dance
of Freedom
Hidden Keys
Swallows
air beneath
their wings
(Lovejoy-Burton/September 2018)
"I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else." John Keats
"I love you more than my own skin." Frida Kahlo
"Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced." John Keats
"Kiss me and you will see how important I am." Sylvia Plath
"I am in you and you in me, mutual in divine love." William Blake
“Don't look at me in that tone of voice.” Dorothy Parker
1.
"Giving In"
Club Kuru
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FEFwRSjfHk8
In Native American mythology
The species of feline named Lynx symbolizes
The ability to see clearly, as well as being
The knower of secrets, in terms of what
We hide from ourselves as well as others
I did not ask for this gift
Nonetheless, it is ever present,
Sometimes, I strive to imagine
Having a blind eye for the
Things that I truly see
And owning a deaf ear
Towards what is really heard
Having known many people in this life’s venture
Associates sometimes are distant strangers
And strangers become close confidants
For to see what is hidden from others
Is to observe what is unseen by many
To know that which we attempt to conceal
From ourselves, is to look through the eyes of the Lynx
(pause)
Do these eyes pierce you?
Or do they intrigue you
Perhaps both at the same time?
I didn’t mean to make you shudder
While that smug tone of voice began to stutter
As you became aware of the pensive
Stare, that unintentionally seeps right
Through to the core, those false masks
So neatly worn, cringes upon the prospect
Of those interior thoughts exposed to the exterior
Gazing around a room full of puppets
To their own suppressed ideas
While thinking their inner most secrets are safe
However, the eyes of the Lynx do not lie,
(pause)
Go ahead,
Condemn the wealthy woman
Across the room in the corner
But did I notice a glare of envy?
Laugh at the alcoholic as he
Guzzles down his fluids of intoxication
But, wipe the saliva from your mouth
Persecute the two woman as they sit arm in arm
Was that a flicker of fascination I detected?
For now, I too will wear my mask
One of innocence and vulnerability
And saunter about the room quietly
For if they only knew,
Eyes of the Lynx
An unwanted gift?
Or underappreciated blessing?
Either way,
ODE TO THE MIGHTY LYNX……………………………………
I remember thinking to myself, you can get a good night's sleep even after a bad day.
It was 3 years ago today when I woke up, packed my belongings and left for good.
You were standing there at the bus stop and asked me how my day was.
I wasn't sure if I could respond....But I knew I should.
Reply to Her that is.... Not many people ever care, but she does I thought.
I knew where I was standing but deep down I felt lost.
You stood there and I felt a little less lost.
A block away from my home....from my old home, I realized.
I felt found standing next to you.
I replied. "Couldn't be better"
But I was never good at lying.
And you were good at poker.
My bluff was called.
I wake up every now and then and think of the moment you lifted me.
With your words.
You didn't even know my name. You didn't even know what you were doing.
You did it.
Now 4 years later happily married, I still wake up in the middle of the night.
I visualize the shoe's I was wearing, the dirty white laces that seemed to me not to be tied. Like a loose stage of my life.
But you tied them. I was the left lace, you the right.
And every now and then when I look up in this dream I see my wife's beautiful eyes standing next to me, other time's its an angel. One and the same they are.
My bluff was called.
She said "You have the same look I had not but a few weeks ago. But your tone of voice is a lot more obvious."
"Were still out there" She says and looks up at the clouds.
She meant women you can love. I knew what she meant.
"Are you out there?" I replied.
"No." She says.
"I'm right here".
Theres a place called Facebook
out in cyber space
Where you must have really thick skin
but you need no face
People take your words
and twist them all asunder
Spitting comments back at you
that really make you wonder
You never meant to anger
but it seems that you still do
I guess it all really depends
on how they see your views
They can take your words personal
though they aren't meant to be
Then blow all up about
the things they think they see
But when you try to tell them
they took your words all wrong
Some continue making comments
singing the same old song
Tone of voice and body language
are vacant in this place
We are all just typing words
out into cyberspace
Too many times misunderstood
can really make me crazy
But I won't change every word I write
I guess I'm much too lazy
I don't need all the drama
that seems to gather in this place
I much prefer to spend my time
talking face to face.
Actions do speak louder than words, many miss interpret the figure of speech though
Majority is vastly manifesting are those who refuse to acknowledge that your tone of voice
Plays a major role
Its destruction can be the silence of a human being
Slowly you keep creating this sarcastic voice your conscious even disapproves
For you keep pushing your selves to strikes of lies
BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT TRUE SELF
The world does not define you but you my dear
Your actions are seeds planted some will be your nightmares
Remember you reap what you sow
You lay your bed sleep on it, that time I truly hope it won’t be too late
What matter is what you think and how you interpret it
Sadly unconscious beings are increasing like a holocaust
Living dead might be the warning
But chose to turn the eye
Should have said
something different
Acted differntly
But I erred
Too late to take it back
Tooo late to change
my tone of voice
But really - I did
feel unease about what I said
Sorry that I said that to you
You didn't deserve it
Yet in time
The wounds shall heal
Life will return to our
friendship
If you didn't know that
Well, now you do
A sweet harmony is about
to wrap itself around us
Giving hope
tying the bonds to ether
I got the news today . It wasn't the worse or the best of news . I got the news today
There I sat my hands in place my mind whirling out into space . The doctor staring at the computer files. I shouted silently hey look over at me please just for awhile.
I got the news today.
The doctor cleared his throat and then in a metered tone of voice discussed my diagnosis and treatment choice.
At least we know what is going on. I interrupted my life , do I have long
He gazed up at the ceiling as if the sword of Damocles tittered over me
I can make this proclamation with proper medication you should live your life without reservations.
So I got the news today, better than I thought I must say.
I thanked my colleague for I being a doctor too and as I walked out past the nurses station. There was a moment of self realization that I must strive without hesitation to show more compassion with my patients who face similar situations.
I got my news today
Choice flavours poise
Watch tone of voice
Pick and choose well
Each line now tells
Each man hooks fine
Squeeze each thought line
One by one move
Patchwork verse groove
Voice after voice
Set jazzy poise
Each author sums
Stitch by stitch comes
Raw ideas paste
Sync with new taste
Cento now streams
Dream within dream
Quilt verse now binds
New collage finds
If you but see
What may yet be
Line by line says
New lease that plays
Leon Enriquez
29 Match 2017
Singapore
None keeps its inventory
But it creeps into a story
A story of a modern society
Which is plural in nature;
Partly of a rural nurture
Partly of an urban stature
Yet must remain together
Lest it falls a part
For unity is strength.
For peace.
To join these pieces to each other
That requires acuteness of thought,
That demands leaders of acuity,
Who are too acquiescent to it,
And well acquainted with it.
As it demands political acumen
That defines the acme of democracy.
Not autocracy,
Detests acidulous rulers,
Who develop quirks
To become acquisitive personalities.
Egocentric.
Raising their hands to quell the feelings
Ever in a querulous tone of voice
Ending up in quibbles
Both with the minorities,
And the majorities,
And sparing not the authorities.
To suck up to them.
To come up with funny quips
As quislings.
That all and sundry
Are left in a quandary;
Since to them
Neither a banana
Nor an orange
Or any other fruit
Can quench its thirst
Without a qualm about their stand.
And virtually nothing comes on a silver platter;
Always there is a price to pay later.
And not their dreams to shatter
Even though they dwell in the gutter.
But indeed a quid pro quo of a kind
That needs a lot of qusto to wind
And seems as distant as a pulsar
Whose drive you can’t quash
Whose desire you must succum
Whose desire is succint
To its acolytes.
Acquitted splendidly in its path
Without acrimony,
Without mean acrobatics.
Sociocentric.
Both full of sympathy,
And empathy,
And the acceptance,
And the appreciation
Of the uniqueness,
Of the diversity,
Of the peoples and cultures,
Nurtured by nature
For this is the real conquest of the quest.
Water flows from the dam of life,
Not easy, but not all strife.
There is a point at which we die,
Lest we forget, not all goes awry.
Often, we denounce and scold,
As we pass from young to old.
Friends and family are to adore,
Before you or they are no more.
Love is like a pane of glass.
Held by two, it can endure.
If by one, too heavy a mass,
Alone not too sure.
Always in motion, never stable,
Never static, ever brittle.
Held a moment, barely able,
To withstand the noncommital.
Words you utter, tone of voice,
A grimace, smile, or rolling eye.
Words and deeds are your choice,
Be they honey or some lye.
Every thought or smile,
Frown or furrow can beguile,
And must pass first this test:
Is it really for the best?
If the pane glass should drop,
It will chip, crack or shatter.
Damage you cannot stop,
Lasting memory does matter.
Each cycle does grow short,
The glass ever more frail.
Until that one last retort,
You’ve had the final rail.
You get no second chance,
To name what really mattered.
Gone forever, that romance,
The pane of glass, has shattered.
The annoying voice of reason, it follows me around.
I want to buy some trinket, it tells me "put it down".
The voice of reason nags me even when I pay the bills.
It's condescending tone of voice just gives me the chills.
Minimum payment's thirty, so fifty's what I'll pay,
but good old V.O.R. says pay it off, you've no need to play.
The voice of reason says get your sleep, don't party all night long
and karaoke is okay but don't stay 'til the very last song.
The voice of reason gets louder the older that I get.
I used to be able to ignore it, I miss those days and yet
I find myself saying things to kids and grandkids too
that doesn't sound like me at all, it sounds like you-know-who.
In spite of all my objections, the voice of reason and I
are starting to agree on things the more that time goes by.
So now that I am older and rebellion is in the past
l'll just give in and listen to the voice of reason at last.
for Paula Swanson's 'Voice of Reason'contest
18/11/2011