Don’t listen to the clamor of my crowd
Forget the noise when I approach
Dismiss the darkness of my shroud
Don’t heed the voices that encroach
I am as innocent as rain
As unguilty as a child’s smile
I have no history to explain
So listen to me closely while
I tell you simply who I am
I’m the one who handed you a coin
The one who led you through the rain
The voice that steadied your resolve
The balm that sought to heal your pain
The friend you never recognized
In darkness and in blinding light
The name unspoken through your day
The voice unheard inside your night.
Christopher M. Swan 2009
Voices rise as one,
For change they now loudly call,
Leaders, hear their plea.
©bfa052025
A soundless clamor in my brain
Imperceptible of ear
Yet loud – as of an avalanche
That gathers mighty speed
Punctuated by the stillness
That breathes within the room
– A gale wind at its climax
Could signify such doom
Minor dins have surfaced
Have sounded and have passed
Have left a hollow legacy
Of weighted emptiness
Reverberates their echo
Mad breaking at the shore
Whose pounding sure, persistent
Still beats upon my door –
Clamor of the midway delights our ears
Calliopes from the old merry-go-round,
Shouts of the barkers, games one hears
Clamor of the midway delights our ears,
Squeals of children, roller coaster fears
Combine to make up that special sound,
Calliopes from the old merry-go-round
Clamor of the midway delights our ears.
Written August 22, 2022
I am singing
From a corner of the house
Voice sweet or hoarse
Sentimental or having an appeal
Melody or clamor
I didn't bother
Only that I feel lost
No one can help
People are violating
Virus are attacking
People are sad
People are heart broken
Somewhat a chaos
I sing to the underprivileged
I sing to the unfortunates
I sing to the Almighty for help
I can only sing
Hoping the God will do the rest
Rumor
is a clamor
for vengeance and envy
of somebody obsess with the
glamor
We watch
as aquamarine touches the shore
splashing glitter-drops onto the sand beneath our feet.
The sun melts into a rose-petal sky
glowing crimson and persimmon
on the horizon.
Hand in hand,
engulfed by tranquility,
we stroll to the beach house
we have rented for the night.
At the porch
we stop -
gazing back at the shore
where splendidly we spent our afternoon.
Then you face me,
and your blue eyes,
once so soft and flirty in the sunlight,
grow darker in the twilight.
Darker and deeper,
mirroring my quickening desire.
Wind chimes made from sea shells,
which tinkle above our heads,
start to mirror the passion
of the once soft and flirty breeze of our perfect day,
for wind now blows with gusto!
To the clamor of melodious wind chimes,
my lips meet yours
and we become the sun,
melting like crimson and persimmon
into each other.
Aug. 28, 2018
for John Hamilton's Best free verse July 1-October1,2018 Poetry Contest
I
was
too
noisy
saying
"I love you."
That
I
didn't
even
hear
you
saying
you
don't
Hey Poseidon! Ulysses yelled
At the great god of unlimited ocean
When will your furious blind anger end?
When will you stop throwing me
Aimlessly from island to island?
Do you see how your raging temper
Is building up my immortality?
I will live in song eternally
While you will be remembered
Only because of me
Let me go back to my little house
And grow old
Doing that little human job
That you couldn’t do
Even though you are a god
Her voice unheard
by the children she bore,
she grew more desperate
each passing day.
Like ghosts within,
voices haunted her.
Echoes tormented
her fragile mind.
For weeks, she drowned
in paranoia…
From afar,
she vividly heard
the wails and mourns
of helpless souls.
"Are these voices
of my dear sons?
Oh, heavenly God
I hope not.
Please save my children
from the talons of greed.
In the warm solace
of my humble womb
how I wish they could be –
to spare them from anguish
and grief stricken pain."
Hence, in solitude,
the mother remained
totally unaware
of what lies ahead.
Though she may have lost
her angst ridden mind,
what still dwelled in her
was a mother’s heart.
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