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Once a day I like to walk in silence…not only to concentrate on what I see…but to listen in to what the voices of the Earth are trying to say to me.
There are voices in the trees, in the clouds, in the mountains and the creeks…and if I listen closely in the silence…I can hear those voices speak.
And the more and more I listen to the voices of the sky, the sea, the land…the more of what they’re saying I begin to understand.
I can hear if one animal is happy or another one’s in pain.
By listening to the wind and the clouds…I begin to understand the rain.
Across the sky and hiding in the trees…are many different languages..a myriad of words…after listening in silence to them…I begin to understand the birds.
The rooster who announce it’s time for the sun to rise…the owl and the nightingale who tuck their families in by singing a lullaby.
I’m not sure how it works but a simple walk in silence as the day’s about to start…seems to give the voices of the Earth time to reach into my heart.
Which makes me wonder if this wouldn’t work with people…family and friends we meet along the way…What if we listened more in silence to what they had to say?
What if silent listening to the words of others…once from their lips their words depart makes it easier for their words to find a way into our hearts?
For I believe it’s only when words have been planted in our hearts that they have a chance to grow…why do I believe this…because on a silent walk one morning…
a little birdie told me so.
I used to waitress in a restaurant to earn some extra money
One night we had a very special diner he was incredibly funny
I wasn’t aware he was dining until he walked in through the door
My mouth was agog with amazement I almost dropped down to the floor
I welcomed him in with a big grin and he made a little joke
He tweaked my nose and made me laugh as he did the other folk
He held court at the dining table
I’d listen in when I was able
We now have Sir Norman’s Bar in Douglas City
Sir Norman has now passed it was such a great pity
The walls of the bar are plastered with relics of this lovely man
I love to look at these photos whenever I can
His funeral was like a state event the traffic it stood still
He still has fans all over the world I hope he always will
My husband attended the funeral and gave the coffin a stroke
Will never forget ‘Sir Norman’ such a wonderful funny bloke
Jan Allison
26th March 2014
Sleepily rest in its stillness, as the night lingers,
find peace, rest and comfort
in the morning sun as it begins to rise.
Close your eyes just a little longer,
drift in the early shadows
that sweep away the dark
and catch the light as it softly glimmers.
Hold steady to your faith,
clutch it tight against your breast
breathing in its promises
that life is a most precious gift.
Hum the refrains of childhood lullabies’
that once kept you safe in youth
and tempted you to wonder on the future
that so quickly came to be.
Sing softly the words of hope and peace
and shout the anthems for change
pray for the times yet to come.
Rest safely in your dreams and prayers
as the Lord knows well your goals
and gives the answers that you need.
Listen in the quiet safety of your heart
and spread the gentle hope
in a lullaby of the world.
Unlike the others in my family,
I rarely let emotions take control.
A temper tantrum they'd not see from me.
The "cool" one I was called. It's still my role.
I rarely get choked up by anything.
As one well-balanced, rarely ever do
I feel depressed, jealous, unforgiving
or guilty! (I don't sit around and stew).
I guess I see betrayal as a sin
that I abhor, for in my youth one day,
my best friend laid a trap and I fell in,
but it was not a too nice joke to play!
My best friend lured me on the telephone
to say the way I felt about Margo -
a girl whose reputation was well-known
as "bad girl," and she also was my foe.
This bad girl had a crush on the same guy
I liked, and he was my best friend's brother.
For his attention both Margo and I
would vie, so we didn't like each other!
My best friend had two phone lines. On the end
of one of them, she let my enemy
then listen in on me as my best friend
was getting my confessions out of me!
Dang Margo heard them all! And I saw red.
I slammed the phone down, and then down the street
I marched to my friend's house. I felt no dread.
But great hurt filled me. I would not retreat!
I pounded on my friend's door righteously
because I'd felt as if I had been slapped.
My mom, unused to such display from me,
was so impressed, when I got home, she clapped!
Nov 30, 2017
End Note: Margo got pregnant right out of junior high and
had to marry Danny. They were divorced a few years later!
“When we fall in love,
We’re just falling…
In love with ourselves,
We’re Spiraling” ~Keane
Speak, and forever hold me in chaos
For I will sift my way through the toughest stains of your heart
Clipping words in your anger,
You call upon me once again
And with soft words, I reply in disembodiment
So that you may fulfill your frustrating thoughts
And you say to me, almost coldly,
“Please, speak up!”
Shall I hold you in your frustrations,
To give my unnecessary say?
What shall I speak of,
To blow your demons away?
Speak, up or down, my friend
For my love for you goes beyond my hate for me
Stopping my heart from happiness,
You call upon me time and time again
And with brutal words, you listen in pieces
So that I may sink into my absorbing softness again
As I say to you, so gently,
“Please, go on…”
Will you hold me when I weep?
When my mysterious silence disturbs you?
Or will you continue to speak,
As my demons devour me?
Go on......please...
As I was researching Frank Sinatra for a wedding I’m performing
a lady walked into the bookstore after I opened the other day.
She sat down in our comfy chair…and had quite a lot to say
What made this situation difficult…it was hard for me to see
when she was talking to herself…and when she was talking to me.
I had never seen this lady before…she came from out of the blue
and I could not tell how many different people she was talking to.
I admit at first to feeling a little anxious…filled with a little frustration….
I wasn’t sure if I should listen in…or they were private conversations.
But since she was pretty close to me…I listened for a while
and when she looked in my direction…I looked back at her and smiled.
She’d return my smile…then quickly go back to what she was doing before
talking to different someones…who were not in the store.
I did not understand everything she said as her words kept flying by
I’m pretty sure she was upset…but I could not make out why.
She paused just long enough when a particular thought was through…
to look up at me and ask…what am I to do?
When I realized she was asking me…I wasn’t sure what to say…
I wasn’t sure I could say anything to help her through her day…
But with Frank Sinatra’s lyrics staring me in the face…
I took a deep breath…smiled at her and then..
I said…you should pick yourself up, dust yourself off…and start all over again.
All of her ramblings stopped…she smiled back at me instead….
then asked all the voices she was hearing…if they heard what this old man said.
And then she started laughing…and with her voices tagging along
she exited the store repeating the words to that old Frank Sinatra song.
I learned a valuable lesson….in a moments just like this
when it’s confrontation I want to avert….
A smile helps to ease the situation…and a little Frank Sinatra does’t hurt.
.
i watch'd you love
in depth uv dispair
mitts sweat'n whilst
tight
your own grip
drips uv salty wet
streak'n yourn buxom
cheeks
softly call'n 'pon
Yahweh
in
Yeshua's precious Name
"God please let my grandpop
say I can marry Timmy"
okay
so i hear'd yuh cry'n
'twere cauze'n
mine curious tuh listen in
and yes
you can marry timmy
when you turn 10hon
you and i will pick
thuh flowerz
')
They were seated at the table next to us…(that is where this story begins)
an older couple talking to each other…we couldn’t help but listen in.
The man spoke first “Today we celebrate the day our happiness began.”
The woman closed her eyes and smiled as they sat together hand in hand.
Then she looked over and winked at us…”It’s not what you might think.” she said…
“It’s not a birthday, not our anniversary not the day when we were wed.”
“Instead,” she continued, “we choose to remember a different kind of date.
The day we first said I love you to each other…is the day we celebrate.”
“Oh I was perfectly happy before I met this woman,” the old man smiled
“And I was perfectly happy before I ever met this man.”
but the day we said, ‘I love you’ to each other…
was the day OUR happiness began.”
“For that is the day we came together,” he said…”the day our worlds aligned…
The day I put my happiness in her hands…and she put hers in mine.”
We shared in their happiness for a moment…shared their joy and their felicity.
We toasted them, wished them well and then we let them be.
They said goodbye as they left the restaurant…still exuding grace and charm
and we watched them drift off down the sidewalk…together arm in arm…
Their story is a story about growing old together side by side…
A love story between this woman and this man…
who understand one of the keys to a lifetime of happiness together
is remembering where their love began.
It’s love story about two strangers…
who quickly became our friends…
A love story with a definite beginning
That, hopefully, has no end.
(HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY)
"Free listening my right to hear what I hear, listening in
Secretly I listen to a conversation
Be plain speak up, why you mumbling listening in
opened the window just enough to eavesdrop on the conversation outside"
I am not a spy but I’d listen in
Didn’t mean to intrude just passing the monitor
An ear to the glass ceiling someone taps me on the shoulder
Am I on record gerund
Just listening, eavesdropping
WAIT
Free listening my right to hear what I hear, listening in,
"If you didn’t want me to hear why? You screaming.
Telling the person next to you so demeaning;
Your words liken rainwater that’s fallen from the eaves of a house.
Even if you whisper I still hear all your business you seemed quiet as a mouse
So!
Ain’t no wiretap just listen I do that ain't my business but I still heard all this.
Ear to the wall like a fly on manure
Stood within the eavesdrop of a house
Free listening my right to hear what I hear, listening in
To them that have ears, let them hear
monitor, snoop, spy, may survive. attend, hear, hearken, heed, mind. What’s next I Heard I hear
Now I gossip, your rants and raves like water out a faucet
If you didn’t want me to hear your conversation, I ain’t nosy you just should
keep your voice in your mind Ha! Ha! Ha! I’m just listening in."
I tell people around me "shh" as my ears to the wall and the door mine your business I'm just trying to listen in..."
1. 12/27/19 DATE WRITTEN
2. For " Listening In Poetry Contest "
3. 1/12/2020- Judged IN JANUARY 2020
Writing Prompt - Take the Dagger Out Poetry Contest
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Oceans sink to normal depths
Water seeks its own level in the dark
No land is ever completely dry
Deserts rise with tides of sand
On every side there is no end in sight
No sun fills in what time begins
When reaching to the heavens
Under pressure to survive
Size does not matter to the stars
Oceans go alone and where they want to
But not too far due to weight considerations
Completely deep and measured in their style
So many walls of water to fill in
Nothing holds them back
Planets come from far away to take a drink
In deep space there is only questions of emptiness
So emissaries are sent as asteroids and comets come
From remote locations not worth mentioning
Not in a single sentence any way
Impacts reshape the world
Fill in the meteoric distance when they land
Found on desert floors far from the shore
Sound travels far below
Well below the surface of the earth
Oceans never visit there but listen in
Hearing only what the sand permits
Waves cascading over rocks
Were made to lick the shore
They understand but never talk
Even if they wanted to be less than wet
Oceans go down there where they belong
They cover distances in liquid