Morality
Came the sound of our quiet tread,
Along this course in silent steps,
When all those lies once spoke are true
But still are left to slip away,
While expressions heard are born to thee
Regretful bides our memory,
As days alone too swiftly fly
Blessed by there own morality
Give praise to those immortal few
For they walk with uncertain step,
And expressions of the words and deeds
Slip into those of senseless folly.
More idle sound the silent steps
When sadness bore its own intent,
Like a voice recalled long ago
Speaking of its own morality
By m.norton
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do
suppose
that the soil calls you
by
a whistling sound
made by contracting its lips
in repeated spell of weeping
the oscillation of leaves forgets
all amazement
to get on board the train of magnolia
who would deny
such a blank cheque
from the sunshine
the green land of slumber
gives you too
a colourful welcome
to comply the direction of the clouds
the dialogues start in a new format
could the veteran bureaucrats
ever trace it
hand-bag shakes off so much fun
and that fuming-lad from his blue
let suspended in the air
the sound of conch-shell
knitted in a white thread
hi coral-deer
do you too
have the same wish
then for you dear lady
till now
comes out from the dictionary
a torn tale of
disappearance
Let us stop talking of the light,
and instead walk unminded in it
as we do in our shoes
and the nails of our toes,
so delicately intact.
A cigarette here and there
will not keep the blot of grey,
this white metal railing framing
this narrow patio fixed
between me and all possibilities,
Love then like the wings of a butterfly.
Though let us not speak of love,
But gaze, simply gaze, upon the fluttering,
real or not, as it floats over the cold
smooth iron. Let all be, with our heart
touching all beyond the boundaries
of the varied weather of the soul.
Though let us not even speak anymore
of that ghostly key, for forever does the
door swing open with a swish, swish, swish
With the sound of swinging silence.
This alone we should rest in our communing,
faith-filled movement.
The sound of young voices in the night,
and the soft light of indoors, now,
with faried voices leading me down
this path...
The looming gray clouds overhead
Relieved themselves on top my head.
I saw not a soul, nothing stirring
Nor where I stood no living thing.
What in hell happened? I wondered
Not a single sound or word
The city was seemingly dead.
Then I heard a sound just ahead
A loud-mouth on a radio
From where it came I did not know.
The blaring voice bestirred the calm
“An unknown source had dropped a bomb
Radiation levels are high,
Beware!” the voice shouted nearby.
Abed, awakened laid I scared
Rattled by this horrid nightmare.
The names that we're given to us should at least sound alright.
Make it a name that people say oh that name is tight.
Mom and Dad fight about giving us our name.
Mom,Dad please don't make nameing us a game.
Micheal,Adam,Levi,Josh names that I think are great.
Try to give us a really good name no one we'll hate.
Kaysha,Chloe,Tabitha,Ashley are girl names that sound so sweet.
Those are girl names that everyone will say
are neat.
Teresa Skyles
Theoklapoet
The sound of leaves
Whistling through
Tall green blades of grass
The sound of leaves
Singing hymns and
Praying that, we must abide
Oh, Lord, the sound
That our leaves make
I woke up this morning
To the sound of rushing waters
like waves roaring across the ocean floor.
Rigid with fear I stood transfixed
and watched as armies of angels
descended from the heavens above.
The skies shifted
the universe trembled
by the torrents of angels in flight.
Amid the sound of blaring trumpets
and the dazzle of waving swords
their thunderous voices roared
accross the morning skies.
Michael and Gabriel archangels both
leading the Heavenly choir in songs of praise
God is great ..God is Love.
Eyes glistening with tears
My heart bursting with joy
I fell to my knees and joined in song.
God is great ..God is love I sang
as I watched the angels depart
one by one.
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