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If my ears are open but my mouth speaking
I'm not listening
If my heart is cold and hardened as Stone
I am not listening
I hear you speak yet my soul is weak
I hear you cry yet I deny
Empathy
O' Lord I need to be attentively listening
For my love listening me I need to reverence revere
With a softened heart to rebound in here
Listening everything abundantly clear
~
My eyes and teeth smile
Yet I hear not your cry
I'm not listening
~
Oh Father Dear Father
Give me a transplant
Close up sew up spiritually my mouth
So my ears may talk
.For one if the greater love of all
O' I need to be attentively listening
For those the loved listening,me I need to reverence revere
With a softened heart to rebound in here
Listening everything abundantly clear
~
Is to recieve the voice of someone in mine silence
I hear you cry, speaking to me I'll be wholly-holy quiet
Are we just friends?
We're just friends?
I met you on a sunny day
So beautiful, my life did change
You said you "like my happy smile"
I would die for you, my life I'd exchange
So, you tell me all your problems
and I listen so attentively
I try to figure out the causes
and then you tell me graciously
Chorus
I'm so glad you're my friend
Just where would I be?
without you right here
you're my best friend
Is that all there is?
No true love for me?
How come you can't see?
we're more than friends!
but we're just friends!
I see the way you look at him
and your heart, it just keeps skipping beats
Why don't you look at me that way?
Can't you see I'm falling at your feet?
Chorus repeat
You used to talk to me all day
but, now it seems like somethings changed
You don't seem to have the time
my life's completely rearranged
Chorus repeat
Now you're planning your big day
and you call and say you want me there
Wouldn't be the same without me
So, I'll pretend that I don't really care
I say...
Chorus repeat
John Derek Hamilton
October 10,2016
Irony, often, enacts comically fatal roles,
Brings dignitaries down from their highest pedestal poles;
Sometimes, in a symbolically pragmatic costume,
Of the protagonist, destruction its role does assume;
Julia Gillard, Australian feminist Prime Minister,
Kitten heels! Fell over public! Earned laughter sinister!
Unprejudiced slip! Humiliated tentatively!
Escorts and envoys, though, waited on her attentively!
Her fall followed her fiery address on male chauvinism,
Fall on grass and fall-from-grace were linked to her feminism;
Did Julia Gillard abet the Western Australian State,
From the crown of the United Kingdom to terminate?
The alleged treason, with her falls, harmed her reputation,
As her opponents wished, these led to her resignation;
Conservatism of foes, I'd conclude, is cause of her fall,
To cry in wilderness, yet, she has felt, has been her call...!
20 April 2022
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Sponsored by: Joe Maverick
universe whispers
ever so silently
you can hear it
listen attentively
breeze
whispers endlessly
as it blows
tells stories from
far away lands
trees sing joyously
when new ones are born
Sunrays whisper
love, punctuality
warmth and light
moon whispers
God's love in dark
feel the agony of earth
when she is dug
of mountains when
they are bombed
of trees
every time
they are cut
every flower
each leaf
sings joyously
every fruit is
ecstatic
as it swings
in zephyr
microorganisms
insects
every life speaks
still your mind
in silent surrounds
listen to the voice of God
AUM
resounding
14th January 2022
I listen attentively when a lark sings
Singing never a sad song
Singing fondly to fools, kings, all and sundry
Always singing with melody and mirth
Calling at the dawn of a new day
Bringing bright smiles
To even sleep-deprived sullen faces
So soothingly a lark sings; as I listen
Eyes closed
Imagining my mother sweetly singing
A lovely lullaby to me as a child
Arresting my attention span spectacularly
Oh, how it moves me mesmerizingly
With song and make my ears ring with rapture
Indeed, I love listening when a lark sings
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Sponsored by rob carmack(Winner: 6th Place)
Date written and posted: 04/28/2018
He was only a sheepdog
But his death has bitten
Into my soul ever since.
As a pup we brought
Him from his home
In Ireland
Where supernumeraries
Are drowned
No small farm needing
More than one mutt.
His reddish brown brother
Had been our first choice
We were left , my father-in-law's choice,
With the black and white collie.
Now his residence would be
A Scottish housing estate
We all grew to love him
I became his alpha male
How his ears would prick up
And he would sit attentively
At the window,
Awaiting my usual time of arrival
With a welcome where,
With tail wagging furiously
His paws would reach up to my chest
As he sought to lick my face
From strength to strength he grew
A tireless walker,chewer of carpets
Chaser of sticks and thief of Sunday roasts
How we all used to smile
When he darted to the opposite end of the room
Whenever my son burst into tears.
This had to be his way
Of saying,"Don't blame me."
He was right at home
Running round the street
With a gaggle of kids
He found his true metier
On returning to the farm
Where he was born
For two days he sat
And watched his brother
Bringing in the cows
And then relieved him
Of his duties
This task he performed
With great gusto
While his brother skulked off
Glad to be relieved
Of his daily chore
He was so much at home
On the farm
Revelling in the freedom,
Enjoying the work
And he was so much bigger
And more energetic than his brother
Tragedy struck
On our return home
Tied to the garage door
To keep him from getting
Under my wife's feet
Meant he could not run away
When a little girl kept blowing
In his face
Self-defence saw him
Nipping her in the neck.
That is what sealed
His death warrant
Gloom settled over our home
That nip might have been fatal
Fatal it was for him
The death sentence was passed
That last long walk
Was our rush to judgment.
We walked slowly
His head hung low
Never had I known
Him so quiet
He entered the killing room
Unflinching and calm
The vet's needle did the deed
Seeing his young body
Stretched lifeless
On that cold dark slab
Has burned my soul
With remorse
Ever since
Strings were played on the heart last eve, the voice on the phone made me really want to believe.
Well practiced verses, hooks oiled and sharp, here comes the chorus,
Come back to me, please.
Like a ball on a playground, a bird that’s not free, listening attentively, weak at the knees. Being lulled and caressed, words cradle like hands, lyrics like syrup yet bad they command.
Wait for the chorus, come back to me,
Breathe.
Knows when to pause, so subtle the clause, hook line and sinker, it’s the game he adores.
Promises broken, heart remember you’re free, he’s good at what he does just remember to breathe. Wait for the chorus,
Come back to me, please.
You know all the old tunes you’ve heard them before, like lovers they lead you, scores up on the board. Their comfort deceiving, and it’s riddled with dread, this time, you’ll know where you’ll end instead.
You laugh and you smile and pretend all is well, awake to the maestro, aware of his spell.
Wait for the chorus and sing the right words, gently and quietly remember to breathe.
Nearing the end of the words off by heart, you tell him he had you right from the start. You echo that you too, hate being apart.
You give it your best shot to make him believe and wait for the chorus, just remember to breathe.
While going away from you these thoughts came impromptu
I love you my lovely chicku
Your purity and purity of holy fire are akin
You are the most cute and innocent face I have ever seen
I can listen to your jabbering gibberish more attentively than any discourse
You are my happiness's unfathomed source
From now on I will breathe in two bodies
One is mine and another is yours
In stories I have heard that some wizard had her life in a parrot,
but my life is in you
I love you my lovely chicku
I am a poet
I can untangle the most sophisticated subjects without destroying its efficacy,
but I am unable to understand the analogy of this bonding and intricacy per se
For which all words are insufficient Going away from you means- Subterranean trickling tears, pangs in heart, an uneasiness ineffable.
Form:
I did not tell him as often as I wanted to
Yet I showed him as often as possible
I did not tell I enjoyed his presence
Yet I had spent a lot of time together
He never said he was busy
He never said I do not have the time
He never said do not follow your dreams
He never said I could not be
I did not tell him that he was my all
Yet I truly respected him
I did not tell him that he was the best
Yet I truly smiled at everything he did
He always listened attentively
He always was there no matter what
He always cared and nurtured me
He always loved me unconditionally
Differences made us strong
Differences made us humble
Differences made us stick together
Differences were made for us
A love that was given and taken
A love that had died and became unstoppable
A love that had risen from ashes
A love for my dear father
It's time to play, your chance to tease,
massage my mind and gently squeeze.
Seductively, you'll dance for me,
attentively, you're all I'll see.
Your tempered touch will fuel my dreams,
invade my world, ******* my screams.
My blood will rush, my body yearn
to taste your heat, sizzle and burn.
Your whispered words will scream and shout,
your tongue will probe, your lips will pout.
You'll fondle flesh and slowly strip,
your fingers will splay, stroke and dip.
You'll take my passion deep inside,
unleash your hunger, own the ride.
We'll fight fatigue's ferocious kiss,
all guns blazing... We'll die of bliss.