It feels like my voice gets muted
at times, in the midst of my grief
I concentrate on moving forward
and forget to speak up for myself
and my words pause, so
my unique voice is silent, not echoing
out into the world with my poetry, kindness,
and personality quirks
I feel muted and dull and unable to
speak out, so what good am I doing in
the world that only listens to shouting
and loud voices?
MUTED TONES
numerous
paridisal
elongated
eurhythmic
hierarchical
backgrounds
radiance
glimpsed
in
esoteric
embodiments
aspiring
& initiated
to
stylise
intimate
illusions
of
fellowship
orientation
generic
revivals
ironic
ambitious
elements
misty Texas morning
leans quiet against the fields
creating muted miles of light
NBC MUTE BOO
MANY VIEWERS HAD NO CLUE
BUT JD VANCE KNEW
Speak stronger and louder with outrage assert
Right, Left or inane, it keeps us alert
Our First Amendment rights
Can be shorn overnight
When the Man shouts “quiet and you won’t get hurt!”
His lips parted,
yet the notes clung,
threaded in silence
by invisible keys.
The song stayed,
in a nest of aches,
where wishes fluttered
with no hope of flight.
He hummed,
but no one heard
the melody curled
beneath spoken noise.
They praised
his calm, his quiet,
and manly things
he always played.
Never knowing
his practiced hush
was a wretched note
never to be sang aloud.
He nodded,
clapped in soft time,
while his ribcage beat
a slow mourning tune.
Some songs bloom
like flowers aloud,
but his grew in pain,
rooted deep in hush.
Still it throbbed,
a muted plea—
just once, a tune
to be heard and freed.
it comes alive, stirring the soul
waking the spirit to a world
painted by snowfall’s gentle brush
like a white canvas, the first steps
across the blanketed path
leave imprints of hope, imprints
revealing what it means to see
silence at war with nature’s breath
it laughs at the hurried steps
of a heart rushing past
autumn’s light as she breathes
her caress, against the sun
who blends with the forest
to calm every ache, each storm
beyond the music of the leaf’s
quiet fall, the dance of fall
silence, she weeps through it all
her pen soothing away the sound
interfering with her muted breath
As I get ready for work for the first time
after an overwhelming loss,
I see the sun rising and the dark
shifting to let the day emerge
The beauty is muted for me,
I see it, but I don't FEEL it,
the day ahead of me looms like
a obstacle that I have to scale
I dread being asked "How are you"
because if I answered honestly,
I would say "I'm functioning" or
"I'm AWFUL, how about you?"
However, I have fierce friends that
love and pray for me no matter what,
so if I fall on my face and don't make
it through the day, they won't care
But I love my job and respect the
people I work with, so I will put
one foot in front of the other and
do my best to survive this muted day
Nah it aint that
if you wanna be
real and all
you tell me to
call you on the telly
you never pick up
when I call
Change the definition
of Love
to yo' own conveyance
All that woman is
ricca monroe jazz
Dude tryna build
a relationship
ya'll say he either moving
too slow
or he moving to fast
You're still the one
the only one
top-me, number one
on toppa the stack
Don't you label me
as someone your
freinds can relate too
for real you know me better
than that
Your single freinds
act real strange
they use to smile
Said I wanna baby
now everythings changed
aint no tippin out
if you go you gone
your momma taught you
right from wrong
don'n me
to find another
I aint your freind
and I aint your other
We done vowed
our marrage bed
Motivated by jealousy
she spitful undermined
my intentions
far to much to
mention: intruding
on my happiness
making it harder for
me to be
the person I wanted to be
as stoic as it seems
I'm lacking happiness
lacking valor rantings
it's more like constant chantings
in a relationship
I'm pushed to the side
interferance with my advances
in awe taking second glances
I couldn't beleive what I
saw
the odd one out
just tagging along
I know the melody
but they won't let
me sing my song
feeling excluded
moping around
sorta like ah
big silly clown
get it back together
and mosey along
fix what broken
right that whats wrong
The Baritone;" We don't need know skoo bee doo de woops, we gonna do ooh-ah ooh we"
scram Mister let me sang with your Songstress, I'll show you it's
sopposse to be!"
"the smell of dance clubs and dancehalls got me reelin"
I'm reelin
and I'm dealing
with a newly felt feeling
make ah melody
make ah melody
aint nothing specail
about what I'm feeling
make ah melody!
ooh-ah ooh:ooh
ooh ooh
ooh!
Maybe you’ll call
Today
Maybe you won’t
Deep down
I don’t like the sound
Of either
If you do
I’m a cracked
Overused step stool
For your ego
Overflowing our conversations
With daydreams filling
Our summer
Just for you
To leave each one
At your doorstep
As you shut off
Your bedroom light
Without saying a word
But still expect me
To be waiting there
In the morning
With no tears
No questions
Just happy to see you
With that pleasant smile
On my face
You compliment but really overlook
Just so my change
Ends up in your
Pockets
Cause you spend yours
On things that are
killing your lungs slowly
Or just leave
Your eyes
constantly bloodshot
But if you don’t call
Embarrassingly I feel worse
Than how you treat me
And so
The words lay idle
Mumbling
“Not me! Not me!”
For we could be
The catalyst for
Verse,
Or worse.
Let us be
But words
Un-gathered logs
Afraid of fire
Soundless stones
Rolling
In sunrise surf
A wind
Without purpose
A rooster
Tapping the farmer
On the shoulder
Whispering “psst”
A muted moon
Fading silently
Into a day
Without
Poetry
"Caress the broken heart
with threads of muted sound,"
When your world falls apart,
In silence, is peace found,
Cherish the sutured soul
with a kind touch of love,
It's how you become whole,
Praying to God above,
Cater to shattered dreams
in quiet pondering,
When on your cheeks, tear gleams,
Keep thoughts from wandering,
Colour your vanquished mind
with positivity,
Let hues of hope remind
to prize tranquility.
#2
I know the scars caused by time and space in us are plenty,
We bleed as though we have been attacked by tigers or bears;
More than the pains of our physique mental aches are many,
Who will help us? To cure ourselves we need to share our cares...!
Noise does not heal us; shouting and yelling is of no use,
Do birds whose wings get cut blame others for their misery?
Midst earthquakes and tsunamis does the earth its patience lose?
Come, let us sit together and dress up each injury...!
Let us listen to our breath and heartbeats and the blood flow,
Just as the cloth hears the thread that stitches, let's hear our veins;
"CARESS THE BROKEN HEART WITH THREADS OF MUTED SOUND" so slow,
Let our murmurs of love, like the best of herbs, cure our pains...!!!
She had been stalked
Dark thoughts draped in silence
Ranting
Gnawing
Suckling
At the breast of doubt
Whimpering
In the shadowed suffering
Of idled indecision
Held hostage
By the blank page
John G. Lawless
©6/23/2023
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