Roadwork noises by my window
Fertilize this dreary day
I am doomed to live in limbo
In the realm of disarray
So I’m punished with the sounds
And I wait to be released
They’re renewing the old ground
When they finish, I am pleased
Let me enter to your garden
Of the everchanging glow
It’s a paradise we’ve gotten
Playing games we used to know
I'm amusing you with knowledge
You are laughing till I'm gone
Till behind your back the foliage
Casts a shadow over lawn.
frogs and crickets doing their thing
a bubbling brook sounds like spring
night noises in the country are plenty
sirens and loud sounds? There aren’t any
bullfrog makes an annoying sound
as if throwing his weight around
frog and cricket noises in the night
air is crisp, breathing a delight
I hear noises no one else can hear
at two a.m. I woke up my husband dear
there is something alive in the middle room
I cannot sleep there; he takes out a broom
Comes back later to reassure me
Nothing is in there that I hear or can see
I take his word for this and go back inside
There’s something noisy, and it sure can hide.
It makes noises like it is punching its way out
I wake up my husband with a screechy shout
He investigates and the creature is quiet as the dead
I refuse to go back in there or use that bed
wheep wheep
whee whee whee whee whee
crickets and birds
chirping and tweeting at nine p.m.
my front porch sounds like a bog
we are close to a marsh
mosquitoes verify this
bull frogs take up their violins
crawdads hum
big dog and I sit on the porch, listening
breathing in the Kansas night air
enjoying natural orchestra of the evening
the sky darkens
now there is silence
a train whistle
motorcycle starting up
rumble of road
tiny sounds of a wind chime
distant door being closed
far off conversation
we sit together, the sun and I
conversing telepathically
listening to afternoon noises
Distant noises in the morning
Distant morning spread its flair
Got no learning from the yearning
Boys are riding boards out there
Something metal knocks on metal
Birds are flapping down and up
I take off the whistling kettle
For the instant coffee cup
Comes a rare span of silence
And among the flowers I
Sit and gaze at floating islands,
Formless islands in the sky.
Babble,gabble
simper,whimper
gurgle coo;
holler,howl
scream,sigh
then cry.
Squeak,shriek
screech,squeal
bang,clang;
gnash,splash
peal and crash.
Shout,spout
roar ,rage
toot,hoot whistle;
whoop,sing
cheer and yell.
Ding,ting,tone
zing and ring
hiss,moan and groan;
whisper
then kiss.
The voices of others were becoming noises day by day.
Even if I wanted to be alone there was no way.
All were happy but I felt betrayed.
Although life was stable and good,
But that scar made me cry each day.
I never felt this in my life and want to heal with time, but can't because I can't leave him behind.
We are in a doctor’s waiting room.
A child’s cell phone is out; the sounds drive me batty.
Botta Bing Botta Bing
Ding Sing Shing Wing Ding
How does this child’s parent stand it?
I wish the child’s parent would put a stop to it.
I do not say a word, knowing people the way I do.
I wonder which adult is the parent.
The woman on her left or the man on her right.
They do not seem to hear the
Botta Bign Botta Bing Ding Sing Shing Wing Ding.
A door opens. A woman comes out.
She yells at the child “I told you to turn that sound off!”
Aha, her mother is here and I am glad.
Mysterious rumbling noises, I hear them
Wherever I am, I cannot escape the sound
Somewhat like zombies singing an old hymn
Or a loaded barge about to run aground.
Occasionally they will go away for a season
Then, just as suddenly, they will reappear
There seems to be neither rhyme nor reason
A friend suggested I’ve had too much beer
I laugh and refrain from disputing them, but
That can’t be the reason, since I don’t imbibe,
It appears these noises emanate from my gut
At least, as best I can, that’s how I’d describe.
A doctor will put a lantern down my throat
And, technically, take a good look around
So I suppose I’ll have to wait for his vote
As to the origins of this mysterious sound.
Written June 17, 2022
I wonder, whom they might be?
I wish to know at least a person.
I wonder, when do they sleep?
I wish I could visit once to know in person.
I wonder how will their next room be?
I wish I could stop them to go on.
I wonder, how far they'll go on?
I wish for a sounds sleep.
Thanks to the rain, for it faded the noise.
I pray, to rain for the whole night.
The distant roosters began to crow.
Yet the noises never end.
I imagine of their doings in whole night.
The laughter & the echoing voices never end.
The distant roosters continued in crow.
Yet the noises is still the noise.
scritter scitch scitter scitch
dog’s tapping down the hallway to breakfast
crinkle criggle crink
opening the cereal
whirr whirr whirr
juicer is working
hump thump bump
cat throws herself against door, reminding us to feed her
bird speak greets me
tweet peep ticky ticky ticky
slee shee slee shee caw caw
robins, cardinals, and now a crow
ra tat ra tat
woodpecker gets in on the act
ur ur ur ur oooooooohhhhhh
neighbor’s rooster
zzzz zzzz zzzz
I close the door quickly, a wasp!
Please don't do that, it's really quite weird
Don't make those noises, it twitches my ears
Reminds me of Dracula
Or an angry tarantula
Emitting strange shrieks from the end that's rear
Ta wit ta woo said the owl to the wren
Cluck cluck cluck replied the dear old hen
Woof woof woof the doggie did bark
All these animals are leaving their mark
The horse let out a very long neigh
A cow replied moo is all he could say
Several ducks on the water said quack
To which the bees sent buzzing back
Meow was the only sound of a cat
Screeching response of a wily old bat
I hope you find these animal noises a joke
The frog does as he responded with a croak
jack hammer noises
rat a tat rat a tat tat
hello woodpecker
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