Long Noise Poems
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Poshpaws was our beloved pussy cat
She would clean her fur when sat on the mat
Loved to be stroked, we could tickle her tum
Her purr was loud like the noise from a drum
Large emerald eyes would sparkle and gleam
Her coat so soft with a beautiful sheen
She would lie in the sun from dusk till dawn
Rouse from her dreams with a pussycat yawn
Dad did not like cats - that’s what he would say
But on his lap Poshpaws would always lay
She’d follow my Dad all around the house
Make no noise, be as quiet as a mouse
She slipped away from us aged only ten
Buried in a beautiful shady glen
Written 11~23~14
Contest: I love my Pets
Sponsor LuLoo
Eureka of Archimedes was part of his daydream,
Thomas Edison nurtured his dream in bright light like gleam;
Could sleep ever overwhelm Alexander Graham Bell,
Till he heard the noise from the other and fell in a spell...?
George Washington Carver, who found in peanuts and soybeans,
Utilizations, like treasures, hidden abundant gleans;
Eli Whitney's constant daydreams gave birth to cotton gin,
That separated seeds, hulls and wastes; hearts of all did win...!
Johannes Gutenberg’s innovative printing machine,
Or John Logie Baird's mechanical television sheen;
Benjamin Franklin's lightning rod and the iron furnace,
Or Henry Ford's ventures into automobile sternness...
No invention has found its sphere devoid of day-dreaming,
This should be coalescence of action-vision creaming;
Together with concentration-shift toward internals,
Should bring forth spiritually resonant externals...!
21 November 2022
Don't Quit Your Daydream Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: craig cornish
KEY: H: Heart h: hearth
h: I can see footsteps coming close to me a mile away but if they stand in front of me, the noise will be blinding.
h: I stand flat-footed on my bedboard perpendicular to my body. Beyond my pane, are the viewpoints on life from the many. 'His slants differ from my own.
He constantly reminds me that when he's out of prison, he'll find me and get me.
H: But he's standing right there.
h: But he won't do anything.
H: Why not?
h: His parole officer is standing behind him.
H: But it's a woman?
h: His mother.
H: Oh, making certain that her son stays on the straight and narrow, eh!
h: Ohh! You are a right smart person--she's his lookout!
July 17th, 1981
three sisters decided to split a hotel room bill and enjoy the weekend.
they stayed at the Hyatt Regency, a beautiful place.
marigold ran downstairs to do some dancing in the courtyard
daisy elected to stay in and read a novel she wanted to read.
lily thought this was hilarious as she danced on the walkway
“come on out here!” she yelled to daisy, who continued reading her book.
hundreds of young dancers were in the courtyard now.
lily could see her sister marigold from her dancing spot on the walkway.
other people joined lily, dancing on the walkway
they could see young people dancing on balcony two also.
“that’s not safe!” daisy said, as she peeked out to see who was making all the noise.
there were pops and cracks.
“get in here!” daisy told lily.
lily laughed.
The fourth floor balcony slid down a few inches.
“GET IN HERE NOW!” daisy yelled.
BAM! There was an explosion.
lily was gone.
balcony four fell onto balcony two and then the dance floor.
dust came into the room. daisy slammed the door.
she was not rescued for hours, but she was rescued.
whereas both lily and marigold were gone.
under the rubble.
the deadliest structural collapse in US history
until the collapse of the world trade center twenty years later.
dancing on these walkways killed one hundred and fourteen people
and injured two hundred and sixteen others.
the fire department’s jacks could not move the tons of steel and concrete.
every company with cranes and heavy equipment came to help.
it took fourteen hours to rescue the last survivor.
I might make a noise right now
There will be a time when I go silent
Will you miss my racket?
In those days of silence?
I will no longer yearn for your presence
Like I do at this very moment
Will you wonder?
Will you wish?
For that good morning?
I might be a nuisance right now
I might ask you the same thing over and over
One day
Some day
My voice will go silent
All I ask today is be patient with me
Please love me; with your ears
Please love me; with your time
Before all you will have
Is my grave and the memories…
"Thoughts of the aged - loneliness don't discriminate "
©134517022015
Small palms pressed against her ears
Reddened five-year face of tears
Third stair from the top she sat
Next to a little striped cat
Neither could rest with all the noise
She'd thought she knew of girls and boys
But maybe there was more to learn
She should just wait 'til it's her turn
But this time seemed more serious
Dad had taught her not to cuss
Yet he was doing it a lot
Mom broke a dish that Gram had bought
"I think this time, it's up to me"
She whispered to Mr. Stripey
She stepped into the kitchen light
"Hey Mom, hey Dad - you're in a fight"
"My teacher said to "make amends"
She said it helps people be friends
I don't know how to make them yet
But Mom and Dad, I really bet
If you can find the recipe
All will be fine and then you'll see
Amends will make everything right
Then this can be your last big fight
Love you. Goodnight!"
She stood between them; one-arm hug
For each of them, held nice and snug
She turned, and joyful, skipped away
Satisfied she'd saved the day
She climbed into her princess bed
Her little face was no more red
Mr. Stripey next to her
His lullaby - contented purr
If I had a Christmas Whistle.
I'd blow it in your face.
I'd make lots of noise.
Without no disgrace.
It's Christmas time darling.
And joy fills the air.
For Santa is calling.
His team of reindeer..
There's snow on the rooftop.
Firewood in the stove.
Warming up Santa.
From the bitter and cold.
On Dasher, On Prancer, On Vixson let's go.
For Santa is waiting.
To get on with the show.
So if I had a Christmas Whistle.
I'd blow it in your face.
I'd make lots of noise.
Without no disgrace..
It's Christmas time darling.
And joy fills the air.
For Santa is calling..
His team of reindeer...
Christmas Whistle Poetry By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2002,2014..ALL rights reserved..
Lady Mary Berkeley
Once, long time ago a Lady of grace and elegance,
her child and spouse in glamorous remembrance.
Chillingham Castle in its prime of residence and tragic,
Lord Grey in spell of love by Mary’s sister Henrietta’s magic.
Heartbroken and in despair with baby girl alone,
took her life and child falling from the tower like a stone.
The Castle already haunted by spirits from the dungeon,
crying female voices and rotten smells very pungent.
In her beautiful dress she walks the dark corridor,
surging in courteous fate for her husband therefore.
A friend of mine and phenomenon fanatic,
invited me to this Chillingham Castle haunt ecstatic.
We arrived at a misty midday, overwhelmed
are those spirits already aware of our intend.
Walking in this majestic place through history,
feeling chased by my own step noise mystery.
I dreamed that night to be with Lady Mary,
holding her porcelain face very wary.
Such a sweet and gorgeous virtuous soul,
slowly turning her veins into color coal.
Waking up, I feel in love with this beauty
wanted to know all her historic duty.
Warned by my friend of ghost camouflage,
nothing more but an emotional mirage.
My mind played all searching possibility,
convinced that my heart will change her debility.
To set her free from the pain of grieve,
giving her soul the deserved peace to receive.
In my vain attempt I wrote a little prayer,
that with God one is never alone sooth sayer.
Stuck that note behind her portrait in gold,
believing that it has consequences bold.
Many months later I received a letter by courier,
with golden letters looking superior.
Words of gratitude and faith to see,
“I will wait for you my love,
Lady B”
Welcome to our generation,
We hope you enjoy this fantastic nation,
Kids here stand on a quicksand foundation,
And fear their schools are a gunned down station.
When they watch the news near and far,
The horrors they witness leave a scar.
When they’re in school, their fears on par,
They remember their bleeding peers, free and barred.
How many wars are being fought?
And how many of them are being taught?
Do our leaders know these kids are distraught?
For every noise could be a deadly onslaught?
But our nation’s great, it has its perks,
We have freedoms and fireworks.
But there are red-stained hallways where great danger lurks,
Forcing our emotions to be overwrought and overworked
People come here to fulfill their dreams,
Or escape their hometown’s deadly screams.
They soon learn this country isn’t all that it seems,
It ignores and distrusts and divides into teams.
Children across this landscape are torn by division,
Hoping for a lawful collaborative solution.
Anxiously waiting for a black-robed decision,
Wringing withered hands in hope of a life-changing conclusion.
A country is ripe with discrimination:
That’s America’s way of “education.”
“Land of the free” is a mischaracterization,
Of a world that clings to willful exclusion.
But we mustn’t surrender to the dark powers that be,
A more perfect union is within reach, you’ll soon see.
A time will come when all the “isms” will ride away with the breeze,
And through the sizzling warmth of empathy and liberality,
We will earnestly redress this fractured morality.
The sun is hot
The birds all flock
The boats convene
Revelers serene
The drinks are cool
They make you drool
The wind blows soft
White sails aloft
Sleek Dolphins jump
The water thump
Our faces smile
For quite a while
This is the life
No thoughts of strife
Our own cocoon
Our sun - our moon
For just this while
We live in style
But all too soon
We're not immune
From noise and sound
Our senses pound
Reality hits back
Our peace off track
And yet we smile
For but a while
Thoughts of that day
When we might say
The sun is hot
The birds all flock
The boats convene
Revelers serene