A Hearing Chased
By Frank Daub
When Affirmation is sought by pen,
then
Appreciative voices ought
To be accumulated -- by thoughtful
listening.
But approval is hard to come by.
Putting words in the proper space
Eradicates the message
Of the sender’s assumed face.
Once read, appreciated --
then turned leaden.
The sender tries another voice.
Stillness, thoughts depreciated.
Not by sender’s choice.
Watch for the claws – beware
A pause
Of trying.
It would be better --
A silence kept –
A message fading, then dying.
This world has many distractions
it always has been so much
what a place it is to live within
it affects you in nearly everything you touch
So much noise to blast you out
your hearing is affected in every decibel
it dulls your listening sound
harder to hear things ever to tell
The world has its own message
Satan uses it to drown the divine sound
take no notice; keep looking above
make sure you're truly heaven bound
Be a keen student of God's word
study and meditate on it every day
love the habit of hearing it preached
make sure it's soundly sure to stay
In God's word you have God's voice
pay attention to it in every detail
hold fast and faithful to scripture
His word shall truly never fail
(" The world is a noisy place; don't let it stop you from hearing God's voice" - Anon.)
she stepped out of the wagon
a vision in purples and pink
my tail was dragg’n
I could barely think
she was a vision
this Bohemian queen
one of the prettiest maidens
I had ever seen
I stared at the speaker
Mr. T.J. Grimes
Do you always speak
your stories in rhymes?
Spiteful words spoken can never be unheard.
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Can you hear the pitter patter
Of the rain on my roof?
Can you hear the water splatter,
And the dog that goes 'woof'?
Can you hear that auto go by?
And the bike that zooms through?
Can you hear the thirsty land sigh,
As it laps the rain, dew?
Hearken! The tinkle of a laugh!
The rustle of a leaf,
The quiet mooing of the calf,
The weeping willow's grief;
Can you hear the crunch of the land,
When the lorry crushes?
Hearken to honking horns' bandstand,
As the traffic rushes;
Hearken! A baby crying far!
Music playing nearby!
How wonderful all these sounds are!
How do they gratify!
I walked around our farm’s “block” one day,
Each side of which is a country mile.
Noticing details along my way;
Sights, sounds, smells, and feelings made me smile.
Cows in a pasture gently grazing;
Some glanced at me but not with alarm.
Now horses who at me were gazing;
Sensing, I felt, I meant them no harm.
I strode past a wood, hiding a deer;
Watched two squirrels clatter up a tree;
Crossed a bridge above water so clear;
Passed some hives but not one buzzing bee.
I smelled freshly cut hay in the field;
Farmer’s crops help him pay his lender.
Pondering the joys my walk did yield;
Loving this simple country splendor.
I have a right to dance.
In my elder years, all sound has faded.
The once pure melodies are now atonal.
But kicking up a storm,
dancing is a revolutionary act.
I have a right to dance.
I awaken to a chorus of chanters,
I awaken to the legends and lore.
Part dream, part audio reception.
Part past life, part immaculate conception.
Part laugh, part delirious deception.
I am connected, I am comforted,
I am confronted, I am contorted
by forces ever so much larger,
by senses ever so much stronger.
I have a right to dance,
a right to prance in the human parade.
Like ants, my cells are self-organizing.
Like trees, my rings archive my story.
I smell and taste the music I recall.
I savor the instinctual harmonies,
the behavior of rhapsodies.
I deliver the symbolic pirouettes,
the mimetic genuflect.
All motion becomes a spectacle.
All movements shape a carnival.
With my body, I advance,
moods and dreamscapes, I enhance,
lost and forgotten in the endless expanse.
I have a right to dance!
I did hear what you said
Your voice was loud and clear
There was no interruption
Before the sound could reach my ear
But something funny happened
To the words, on the way
Between my ear and my brain
The content went astray
I can’t work out what it was you said!
Though the sound still echoes ‘round
Bouncing in my brain
With no meaning to be found
I know you didn’t talk with typos
Pronunciation was spot-on
But I didn’t catch the meaning
Or I did - and now it’s gone
To guess at it from context
And get it wrong would be a pain
I don’t know why I didn’t catch it
And I hate to ask again
I swear I am not going deaf
The problem’s in my head
My ears are still okay, I think
But what was that you said?
In the distance I hear the Indianapolis 500
or maybe it is a truly aggressive muscle car
it is traveling south west
her fierce engine sounds remind me of my red mustang
my purple trans am, my powerful 442.
Cars that would burn up the road
racing worthy
I smile remembering my life pre-mini-vans
To my ears, not elephant ears
I did not inherit from my granddad.
I have ear piercings on my earlobes,
which allow me to showcase
my favorite earrings or studs.
The left ear is fully deaf,
allowing me to enjoy the silence.
In a hectic world,
those moments are golden.
A Foreign Mouth Feeds Illness
Republican Today October 11th 2025
Dissertates oath as majority vote elected democracy to speak on behalf of itself.
As of mid-October 2025, the U.S. Senate is dominated by legislative inaction due to an ongoing government shutdown and partisan gridlock. The Republican Party holds a 53-47 majority
Hearing free speech in elected office must be across the entire earth or democracy destabilizes and civil unrest creates war within sound unlent.
No munitions need halt?
All minds require halt
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Capital gains taxes and reductions
Reductions in privatized expansion
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Markets as attempt to bypass work
Work a I'm ready awaiting labor
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Zoe Hush
Used to write Use
Use to me
Retracted
Miss backed it
Miley Rush?
Too know
There's billie
How little the type sets fed
Mister
Begin behind him, as?
I
Took awhile
To lose change
In me
Buy mine
Pay in attentive
A hearing
Over
Over me
I'm kind at the bottom
Of her lines
he's only said
article
by hanging his head down
Here is hear
In our life
Elizabeth Warren and Robert Kennedy
Servants of ours
Free speech is obstructed
By all in lobby
Counterfeiting article of Senate resolution
Blinding press powers the fold of peace
Always feather the curfew
Of bitten lip
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Reading, Writing, hearing, learning
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Messaged
P=Perhaps we should have.
E=Ears for hearing, so listen more.
R=Reading time for a good poem to start each day.
H=Heart, show love along our way.
A=Applause for others and say thank you.
P=Praise as we are blessed.
S=Smiles to give away and make someone's day.
If California may hear
In between eyes clerical
and Justices Repeal
Both names
Have been titled
Titled as an altered code
and violation of building standard
Becomes currency
Contempt of Congressional Ledger
Perhaps suffices
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