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THE UNSPOKEN WORD
What's in a word,
That gives it such power;
That with a mere greeting,
You can bring feelings dour?
It isn't always in what is said,
What's left unsaid speaks too;
For often the unspoken word,
Rings loud and clear and true.
The things we say can bring such pain,
That often we forget,
What's left unsaid can hurt us too,
And fill us with regret.
Why did I not tell her this?
Why did I tell him that?
What's left unsaid often begets,
More than we thought begat.
Be clear about the words you speak,
And clearer what's not said;
For later you will rue it all,
As it rings inside your head.
Regretting what should not be said,
Rueing what should have been,
Said, unsaid have equal power,
It seems they're evil twins.
Words are like a weapon,
Like any knife or gun,
Depending on who wields it,
It builds or brings undone.
Judy Ball
"LET THE WORDS OF MY MOUTH AND THE MEDITATIONS OF MY HEART BE
ACCEPTABLE IN THY SIGHT, OH LORD, MY ROCK AND MY REDEEMER."
Psalm 19:14
(Oh Lord, keep Your arm around my shoulders and Your hand over my mouth.")
If I knew… there need not be
Have you known… have you seen?
Did you wish not for what to see?
Is there that wish for that dream?
I would have known otherwise
You would have known the other
If I do, do you not deny?
Are there those words if not meant for another?
Those of words not meant to be
That of said… as well I do not hear
If seen ain’t never for one to see
What lies for one’s heart to truly dear?
I do not know until
Might I have known an otherwise?
Those of words… if only you knew
Need I for another to… lie
If your knew… there need not be
You have seen… would you have known?
Have you wish not for what to see?
Is there that dream… once own?
Our lack of discretion when speaking,
Oft times become our failing.
When with words we mortally wound,
Or leave one's psyche ailing.
Often, without intent, on anothers feelings,
Without thought we do trample.
And any after the fact apology,
Is never, to the hurt, considered ample.
Perhaps in jest, we've chosen just to tease,
Or without thinking, too quickly spoken.
Later, wishing, from belated sorrow,
That we could fix the heart we've broken.
But how can we know one's mood,
Or if in fact they might feel abused.
And because our ego's are fragile,
We've unwittingly hurt with words we've used.
So let us pause if we can't be certain,
Just what their heart is feeling.
Considering that things we might say,
May cause another to start reeling.
For many is the time an achy heart,
Is devastated while vulnerable and bare,
Because not thinking someone spoke aloof,
Or worse yet, that person refused to care.
I overheard a conversation on the subway train the other day
“This world has become such an ugly place”, is what I heard them say.
Then those words got me to thinking, just why might that be?
What is it that is happening now that makes us appear ugly?
Then somehow it occurred to me, while I was thinking and sitting down
That women all around me were standing there with a frown.
The first thing that was obvious and I was shocked it had happened to me
But somewhere along the way I had forgotten about acting with chivalry.
“Here ma’am have my seat”, are the words that I said,
People all around me looked as if I had two heads.
Even the woman stared and glared at me not moving toward the seat
“I am no weaker than you are”, she said, “I can stand on my own two feet.”
And just for a moment of time that seemed like an eternity
Nobody dared make a sound as eyes stared at the seat empty.
Than an older lady standing nearby said, “I’ll take your seat, young man”
“I haven’t seen some one so polite since I lost my poor husband.”
“It’s so nice seeing in this world gone mad someone still has courtesy.”
And suddenly, right then and there, a beautiful feeling started growing in me.
This world may seem ugly to us when we look out through our eyes
But the beauty still remains in there, we’ve just locked it deep inside.
If we want others to be beautiful, first it’s something we must be
And we still have the power to confront all the bad things that we see.
I held doors open and smiled that day and have forever more
Even for those liberated souls who think I’m such a bore.
Although this beauty is lost on some and probably forever shall be
I still find that one-hundred in one who appreciates my chivalry.
And every time a women or child smiles a smile right back at me
It makes my world seem beautiful and so much less ugly.
Entry in the A Simple Reminder contest
A traveler in this journey of life
I pass though so many lives
So many lives pass through me
some a flicker in time
some linger a lifetime
and in every life,
every sparkling eye,
every laughing face,
is a trace of that life embedded in my soul
I walk this journey alone
except for the live that have touched mine,
who left their fingerprints on my heart.
They are the only reason I continue on
for their words and kindness have given meaning to a weary traveler
I wish to leave nothing but good feelings in my wake
and hopefully my journey will be a successful one
and perhaps,
before I go,
I can leave behind a few words of comfort,
or passion, or solitude, or joy
to someone after me.
There are words in my mind
Words in needing for a place on paper
And my pen I left behind
Did I not fear for words be lost forever?
The whiskey is burning within
The warm white lighting… simply a fade
My poetry to hint... only in a dream
For my words tonight will have to wait
I wanted a voice to speak for me
My moment yet… I can only watch passing by
Words… so ever clear I can ever see
Yet serve with means to only wave them goodbye
The paper before me is empty
My pen… I remember to misplace
For in my hand… I held my whiskey
And my words… I forget to chase
And I smile in my abundance
An approach with paper without a pen
A moment where a poet will never learn
Because whiskey… I chose to befriend
are the words of an old man stronger than a contract?
is a tear for another known as human contact?
do you know where you have really been today?
a flawless woman of the earth fashioned by clay
the words under my breath I wish I said aloud
those who don’t want to conform but still go with the crowd
a lovers phone forever hanging off the hook
the blank pages you never wrote down in your life’s book
a darkroom photographer anticipating the emerging print
the missing word riddle given without a hint
when a drawing leaps from the page its resting in
a robin abandons the place her eggs were nesting in
watching a wall of rain move over the grazing field
an orange left rotting because it was never pealed
two morning lovers waiting for the rising sun to appear
the unemployed father ordering another beer
the light left on in the window of the eleventh floor
the man who can never escape the carnage of war
some things to ponder and some that I’ve just realized
the pure portrait of life doesn’t always have to be idealized
It was a summer day dressed in boredom
For four suburban Ohio boys
Looking for some excitement
In their banal lives from their banal toys
We took some old models of Navy ships
To a distant wooded stream
Armed with a box of blue tip matches
And mason jars filled with gasoline
We loaded up the ships
Full of the flammable fuel
And set them adrift in the stream
Thinking we were kind of cool
Then Jonsey had an idea
On how to create an eternal flame
As he slowly poured gas from his jar
Into a ship that towards him came
Before the words escaped our mouths
That his idea was a foolish one
The flame shot up the stream of gas
And his jar he quickly flung
Some landed on my bare legs
Singing adolescent hair before patted out
Then suddenly I was aware
Of the words Johnny started to shout
“Drop and roll, drop and roll,” he did scream
I knew his instructions weren’t intended for me
I looked up and saw a dancing figure of fire
Doug was aflamed from head to knee
I was headed towards him to make a tackle
When he dropped and rolled on his own
The fire was quickly doused
But he was already severely burned
Doug bravely walked home alone
To tell a story that didn’t implicate us
As we watched hidden from down the street
His parents take him to the hospital in a rush
We moped in guilt for hours that day
Before we decided we had to confess
So we made our way back to Doug’s house
And gave it our very best
Doug was going to be okay
A few scars and plenty of pain
His parents made us make a vow
Never to play with fire again
I wore jeans the rest of that summer
To hide my bare, red legs from my Mom and Dad
They never knew the part that I played
In this saga that turned out bad
As future summers came along
We accepted the boredom quite solemnly
Not wanting to repeat that day
We tried to escape the banality
Do not think when you whisper
A gossip to a friend
Your words will not
Be heard
And go around speaking wrong
Of another person’s name
Telling only those you think
Can be trusted
A little wind will
Come blowing from nowhere
And steal the words
From your mouth without you
Noticing
Compose them into a song
And sing it across the land
And when it comes to greet
The ears of those you were
Trying to keep the words away from
Their ear drums will amplify
The music, exagarate the words
And drum them so loud
For all ears to hear
And drum and drum and drum
and the music will come back
To haunt you
While others seem to enjoy it
It will sound like pollution
To your ears, you
The writer of the song
Do not think
What you tell your friends
In a whispering voice
Deriving fun out of other people’s
Problems, laughing with all
Your teeth out can never be heard
Your words will clearly write
Their message in black
Against the whiteness of your teeth
They will pronounce their meaning
In your careless laughter
I never say the words i need to say. I only say the one's that make you want to go away.
I can't express the feeling's that are in my mind, and i know the words that come out can be
very unkind.
Sometimes they aren't always the things that you want to hear, but at the end of the day it
all comes down to fear.
I am writing this poem to let you know how much i love you, because no one in this world
can make me feel the way you do.
We've been through so much over the years. You've always been there amongst the hard
times to dry my tears.
I couldn't ask for a better man in my life, and i look forward to the day of becoming your
wife.
For better or for worse, together we'll grow old. no one in this world can break our mould.
We've fought, we've laughed, we've told each other lies, but it reminds me of you when i
look in to our children's eyes.
Its because of you both i have changed from my past, as i am happy and secure with my life
at last.
Well that's it for now, that's all i have to say. I know our love will grow stronger by the day.
I promise you the way i treat you in the future will be a lot more fair. I've just written this
poem to let you know how much i really do care.