Silence
Silence is communication through words unsaid,
Like the hand gestures of the hearing impaired.
Silence is a message not heard by human ears,
Yet it’s easily recognized, through fears and tears.
Silence is the thoughts that clouds our minds,
It hides pain and confusion of times unkind.
Silence is the air in a room after a fight,
Like the chilly wind on a dark snowy night.
Silence is the calmness of the starlit sky,
It represents peaceful memories of days gone by.
Silence is the best teacher of lessons learned,
For it’s in the quiet times, rewards are earned.
Submitted for the contest: Night Silence
Sponsored By: Nadia Ivette Negron
His lovely wife is named Heaven
She scolds him seventy times seven
Yet, Big Joe just never really cared
In Heaven he lives happily, hearing impaired!
Stacey Brown 2-6-14
Dr. Ram Mehta contest
Husbands are in heaven
whose wives scold not
S-peak not the truth, pleasant or not,
I-n my mouth, silence resounds;
G-ive me your smile and not a frown,
N-od your head and I’ll understand.
L-ift up my spirit as I do the rest,
A-ccept me for what I am and my weaknesses,
N-eeding your special love, care and sweetness,
G-od rewards you a thousand folds if you can give.
U-pbeat so much of your capabilities,
A-ll of us have something to share;
G-uide me to make the stars not out of my reach,
E-nigma of my strength is you, my God’s gift.
Sign language helps you to understand me,
for I am a child who is a hearing impaired.
Aug. 11,2012
Note: I composed this poem lovingly dedicated to exceptional kids especially the HI. May God bless you all.
The sanctity of life but a dream man hangs his hat on
for life has no meaning, more or less, than that which it is given
Breath breed excrete die Ad infinitum
Hero's, heroines, heroism and cowardice are but words, meant to draw lines,
odd imperfect over coats for the squirming upright worms of man.
To die, more or less, a coward or a hero, is still to die.
To rot in a garden gifted with sunlight, to re-toil in the recoil
of the curve ball sent, hither and yon, by the big Mac in the sky.
Blinded by the senses of a two legged critters with opposing thumbs
who can see, could see, but won’t see… who whine and cry
at the loss of even one sense…can the deaf not hear,
of course they can, with every stomp of the foot, every pulse of heat
inducing current, they hear what we hearing impaired don’t.
And the sightless see, with nose and hands and taste buds overblown.
Home grown, a gift placed for every sorrow, so, replace life with death,
death with life, dark with light, hate with love …no matter,
Every action has an equal and opposite reaction
Nothing ever changes.
July fourth and firecrackers aren't heard.
Perhaps because it's raining as I type.
I thank the gods for booming sounds deferred.
My guess, I'm getting old. I hate the hype
That everyone is caught up with today.
In youth we did exactly all that's done
Perhaps a smidgen more so, by the way.
The noise we made, heck! It was all in fun.
We celebrated Independence Day.
I'm no longer young, oops! Slip of the tongue.
A senior citizen I'm called today.
Its political correctness among
The hearing impaired. Oh god! Please don't scoff
Guess what? I had my hearing aid turned off!
I stand high on a mountain top, a lowly being.......yet elevated in spirit ... reaching
out to a place beyond this world..
Vision impaired I am....yet I see all things otherwise concealed from the naked
eye.
Hearing impaired...yet I hear the whispers of angels........bell-like and fragile
tinkling on the wings of time.
Weakened joints are mine...yet I run and leap as my spirit soars to boundless
heights.
Dry bitter taste in my mouth.....yet I savor flavors on the tougue of my
soul.....Hyacinth..lavender... upon my breath.
Sad thoughts twist my heart....yet boundless joy surrounds me....such comfort to
my soul.
Though tears of regret blind me... tears of joy fill the eyes that look beyond
this earth.
Polluted air fill my lungs ...yet my senses reel from fragrances sublime.
I touch the cold, jagged rocks of earth, sharp and unforgiving.....yet another place
I touch....soft, tender , loving ....a place far away ........Eternity.
Sweet melodies and hushed whispers I hear, but only with the ears of my soul
as I stand between Earth and Heaven......in the space between two worlds.
A spiritual being I am, trapped in a physical mold.