Long Hard of hearing Poems
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Cheerios got haughty when she saw who had arrived.
Those stupid Fruit Loops will not keep anyone alive.
She whispered to her neighbor but no one whispered back.
That’s when she noticed she is on the end of the cereal track.
Fruit Loops tried to make conversation, but Cheerios is stuck up.
Keeping her coupons so high, they could not come down with a pup.
Fruit Loops thought she was hard of hearing and tried harder now.
Cheerios stuck wax in her ears, she felt no kinship or wow.
Don’t even try it another box of Fruit Loops said to the new box.
She has always been haughty, she thinks she’s a chic fox.
Fruit Loops did not have to worry for long, she was soon gone.
Taken off the shelf by a boy and his daddy and mom.
Working in a bookstore my eyes gaze out on a million words that captivate and endear…but nothing quite compares with one word I often hear.
Yes I hear the word Mom many times from the counter on which I’m leaning…and every time I hear it…it seem to have a different meaning…
I hear the word Mom over and over each and every day and I find myself marveling how it can be said in so many different ways.
“Mommy, they have a Christmas tree! There’s an elf on the shelf, Mommy…look!”
“Mommy can you buy me this pack of crayons…Mommy I just have to have this book!”
“No you can’t buy that book it has too many words you will not understand. Come on… we’re going to the Children’s section…hold on to mommy’s hand.”
A phone rings: “Hi Mom. Yes I’m in the bookstore. I’ll come see you when I’m through. Yes Mom, okay Mom, Yes Mom, Yes Mom, yes Mom…Yes Mom…I love you too.”
“Mom you look a little tired”. Her daughter pats her on the back and smiles.
“I’m going to find us both a book. Why don’t you sit here for a while.”
“MOM HE ASKED YOU IF YOU WANT A RECEIPT! The daughter yells but it’s a yell I find endearing as she looks at me she smiles and says. “My mom’s a little hard of hearing.”
A mom comes in with her little daughter in tow…her daughter’s crying, “She’s lost her favorite Teddy Bear.
“She’s not sure when she lost it.” Her Mom said, “we’ve been looking everywhere.”
“She remembers looking at a book in your bookstore, she thinks her Teddy might be behind it”
“Thank you Mommy.” The little girl says as we search the store…and find it!”
A woman picks a book off the shelf and as she does she wipes away a tear
“Mom would have loved this book she whispers to herself…I sure wish she was here.”
What a wonderful little word is MOM…
for no matter how we convey it...
It’s meaning changes completely
simply…
by the way we happen to say it.
Phoenix the dawg
There in my yard is a dawg name
phoenix
One stubborn black *****
Easily identified by her signature hind
limp
Now, is not that she's without redeeming qualities
But that dawg no matter how you call har
she seems hard of hearing
While it well known that's a choice she is making
Cause the merest sound har ear perk,
she jump up and start barking
Phoenix the real mix I love to say
But jah know, dis dawg personify
the adjective play
I leave her sometimes under a mango
tree loosely chain
Where her kennel is to cover her when
it rain
A piece of work she is even when she is
on rein
Cause har mouth nuh cry quit, she get wey under mi van already and bite the wiring to
total disarray
Yet, phoenix is a unique dawg,
black as midnight with a face like a
happy smile....wg
DECADENT = ten teeth
CONFUSION = against melting with intensity
DEDICATION = a vacation in the afterlife
PURPOSE = Kitten posing while purring
INFORMATION = soldiers on parade
DELETED = Getting rid of Ted
FEATURED = An adventure about walking barefoot
SYLLABLE = Funny antics of a bull
CLASSICAL = A student eating a popsicle in class
MORNING = A lot more ning
PREVENTING = Before letting out air
PERPETUATE = Average for each pet you ate
ASSOCIATED = Your bum has social skills
BEAUTIFUL = Beauty filled to the top
REPRESENTED = Announce Ted is present again
PARTICIPATE = Average part in your hair
CONSISTING = Against your sister's hurtful remarks
WEAPONS = Small chess pieces
DEPARTMENT = Leaving your apartment
SENTENCE = Uptight delivery
PUBLISHING = Getting drunk in a bar
THOUSAND = Your beach
CANTALOUPE = Unable to run away and get married
IMPORTANCE = Buying ants from another country
DEFINITIONS = Hard of hearing finitions
EXPECTED = Ted who used to be hen pecked
GOVERNMENT = Vote for Vern election ad
POPULAR = Dad's favourite pew at church
© Jack Ellison 2014
I got my drivers license!!!!
Now, excitement lies an easy walk from boredom.
The second school ends, I reach for the keys,
like a seedling stalk turns to the sun.
I’m soaking in this new freedom with litmus thirst.
What a spell - “combine gravel and motors for miracles,”
I say, in my best crackly witches voice.
True, my mom keeps turning the music down,
someone has to chaperone - at first
- aren’t old people supposed to be hard of hearing?
I'm anfractuous in my approach to driving goals.
“What are you laughing at,” My mom asks.
“Nothing.” I answer, confused.
Was I laughing??
Be mine, oh please, love my heart, soul and gut
Your meanness is sexy, my darling ____
Oh, my dear AG
Turn your fury on me
Scream insults at me as I swat your _____
by Robert Gorelick
Rants and raves at congress, she’s domineering
Attorney General’s reputation smearing
Unlike humble Ghandi
She's Mean-Girl Bondi
A maniac, hard-hearted and hard-of-hearing
by I Am Anaya
Happy Valentine's Day!
2/14/26
Mere Minutes Into May Sixth, 2019
Heron entombed within b44 man cave
at Highland Manor Apartments sitting
in catbird seat after shower and shave
attuned to silence permeating airwave
wondering what comprises silence music
to these keenly attuned ears as agave
tastes sweet on tongue curious just now
if those hard of hearing or deaf crave
distinct absence, albeit low toned hum,
sans various appliances buzzing this knave,
who relishes solitude and absolute quiet
though this facility, most appeal aye rave
constitutes very minimal cost courtesy
rental assistance, which provides us to save,
(that plural includes missus) feels a slave
hidebound to maintain tidiness, lest we
find ourselves homeless prospect I stave
off (just barely), analogous keeping wild
animal at bay, though grim prospect suave,
and debonair "FAKE" facade I don trumpet
merely self employed to distract grim fate,
which loomed large months few months gone
necessitated third automotive, repair spate
chilly linkedin (racking ma pinion), asper our
2009 Hyundai Sonata (sedan) original parts
(battery included) amazingly last years behave
ving admirably despite slew of upkeep sending
checking account into intensive care, a grave
situation kickstarting precarious mental health
(amazing how being penniless - dirt poor) brave
driver cannot withstand blistering maintenance
costs sustaining car, more money versus engrave
van tombstone, and more painful experiencing
a negative checking account balance, thus fave
veering disliking existential hardship, where entrenched
panic attacks (despite pharmaceutical magic) death gave
enticing option, cuz quotidian struggle undermines
affinity to enjoy life, liberty, blah blah to thrave.
In the debate between dubbing and subbing
I side with subs to savor the original
mellifluous French, Tamil, Korean, Italian...
Reading the subtitles assists the deaf
and hard of hearing although voiceovers
benefit the blind and vision impaired.
Historically dubbing was employed
by fascist governments to advance
the nationalist agenda. In our own time
the tendency to consider dubbers dumb
implies reading’s the indispensable skill.
My wife reads her mail while watching movies
so she prefers dubs. I admire her mastery
of two idioms simultaneously
but my limited bandwidth favors subs.
No rocket surgeon,
nor brain scientist called upon
but only Rudolf the red nose reindeer
solicited as psychological mentor
yes...undoubtedly countless
decades removed since *****
(not very gay at all!)
bodily changing phenomena
from thine angst riddled
biological metamorphosis allows me to peer
with greater theft of mine precious youth stolen,
via piercing overbear
ring mailer daemons,
when mine tender age did near
cusp whence onset of puberty
clapped development tight as if by
a doppelganger mutineer
warp and weft of mine lifetime tapestry
mine acute perception doth lear
as threads got tightly woven
into mine casual knitwear
though pubescent phase
wrought with oppressive foresight
interwoven with jeer
ring bullying hmm...maybe thine ability
to distill self actualization
extant among interlinear
teenage stage viewable
during my youthful days, but clouded over asper
mine more vivid perspective here
from this present moment
ha...amusing insight from present perch
devoid of adolescent glare
sire re: brill grade
do lobes gleam freer,
now with insight aye ear
rate at such pitch 'ere
perfect hindsight aye declare,
yet as a much younger self
when I hapt to be a boy, acuity seemed oblivious
to perceive via sight and sound
what social cues visceral, (visual,
and audiological) seems crystal clear
revisiting non verbal
awkward teenage mutant
ninja turtle memories, that now deafeningly blare
at the threshold of ear
splitting decibels, how hard of hearing human
(nada so) subtle in retrospect, I am aware
interpersonal nuances clear as the tune
Doris Day Que será, será
did voice, a catchy air.
“Lord, mine enemies multiply,
bootlicks grow brazen.
Put thy boot upon their necks.
curse all no-nodding nay-sayers.
Silence.
David:
“The Lord scoffs at them, rebukes them in His anger.”
Silence.
“Answer me when I call You my righteous God.”
A Voice:
Read me a sweeter psalm David,
write Me upon the shivering hide of a newborn cur.
Blow your blues out of your trumpeting mouth.
The hard of hearing call me.: Lord, Lord, Lord!
Their ears are sounding boards for the clacking
of zealous tongues.
You I shall make wise upon an appointed time
and you shall not know
your left hand from your right,
nor will you see friend or foe before you.
Then when you are dumbstruck and as compliant.
as sweet meadow grass
I will raise you up from out of this mirage
of you,
until you are above the image of any me or I.
The one breath of the Father and the son
will be aware of none other. but be a beckoning,
a psalm for all those yet floundering.
within a mind-miasma.
There is a Light,
a light seen only by that Light itself.
Now David, go light a small candle,
place it into a closeted niche of being,
praise the silence of that flame
until 'times dream' snuffs itself entirely out.