A silent scream spreads through the night,
A bittersweet joy in the darkness,
In a world of sour sweetness,
Joyful sadness waltzes bright.
A deafening whisper calls us near,
While noisy silence fills the day;
Jumbo shrimp and icy flames,
They play their little big matches.
Living dead and peaceful strife,
A false truth in everyday life,
An awkward relaxed grace, a surprise,
Truthful lies hide in plain sight.
With cruel kindness, we laugh as we cry,
with open secrets that`re not hidden,
A false reality touches the air,
An uncertain certainty spreads apace.
In shameless honour, a giggle grows,
As chaotic order settles,
Across untimely time and space,
Where grave funny oxymorons lie.
Pink pigs oink and cows go
moo,
Fluffy sheep say baa to
you,
Baby chicks say cheep-
cheep too!
Noisy cicada
drones in the summer evening.
No one gets to sleep.
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Noisy cricket chirps
his loneliness to the world.
Dang! That is a pain!
You lost the signal, Thats all; It Just needs 'Tuning' back in...
I speak yet no one hears
I have a voice yet I am silenced
In the chaos
no one cares
Eyes to see yet blinded
Ears to hear yet no one hears
Minds are programmed to ignore
Hearts hardened
No one feels
I feel so alone
In a world filled with people
People too afraid to allow themselves to think
To feel
To accept
Differences
Things that they don’t understand
I scream unheard screams
I stand in a noisy silence
Unheard
When I first came
To South Korea in 1979
To do my Peace Corps duty
In a rural country town,
I thought that the old name
Of Korea
“the land of the morning calm”
Was absurd.
Korea was a noisy place
From early morning on.
Cars, horns, radio TV blaring
People talking to crowds everywhere
At night people drink and dine.
And loudspeakers
Blasting you awake
At 6 a.m.
And during elections
Sound trucks everywhere.
Now 45 years later
It is my home
No longer a noisy
Chaotic exotic place
Just home.
Unlikely noisy and vibrant mornings
everything was serene, celestial and calm,
so ideal for a spring's afternoon psalm...
when there should have been mourning sounds!
Sunrise had more brilliance as it illuminated all with grace,
it gave no comfort to souls in graves devastated by a cyclone;
they had no fresh flowers to embellish each ravaged stone,
even moonlight couldn't brighten their dullness and disgrace!
The next day the pelting rain fell to break their monotony,
apple blossoms carried by a sudden western wind adorned
the crumbling tombstones left unkept in drenched ground;
the only visitor was a Greyhound grieving his loss acutely!
Unlikely noisy and vibrant mornings,
utter peace was broken by a blaring and radiating lightening,
and as stormy clouds spread across
the atmosphere, Heaven began to weep with human feeling!
A summer-like spring day has come
in an old warehouse
I brought 3 fans
living room
study
and the bedroom
bound with strong tape and string
the smallest fan
in the village school
entered quietly
unlightened
proud
my friend.
breaking
sea is noisy
breaking
clouds are noisy
breaking
stars are noisy
breaking
ices are noisy
A broken dream is quiet
not scattered
makes the sea
clouds
stars
ices,
made a yak.
The damn thing’s screaming in the yard
It wants green eggs and ham
It’s trying to play the outrage card
Cuz all I had was spam
The wretched fox demanded Bach,
He didn’t like Coltrane
He’s screeching out there in the woods
His socks have holes again
You and I are two sides of coin
I have an art club so please join
Your art can give my club a kick off
My stupid mouth can be switched off
You can show my club a right path
I know you have fearsome wrath
I want to hear your sweet adorable voice
But do not speak loud because it will create noise
Brush your teeth daily sometimes your mouth stinks
I can go in coma then my eyes won’t blink.
Charming patterns surround us,
whispering in
shadows of our lives.
Born as thoughts, painting our dreams
with landscapes
of greens, purples, reds;
abstract colors bursting onto our canvas.
Patterns chase us through
fields of watercolor wildflowers,
down slopes of wind-blown grasses
of lavender-tipped gold.
We find them in balmy, cotton clouds, wind-carved rocks,
and moss-covered stones
kissed by noisy waters.
They sometimes ride on a butterfly's wings,
often found in new flowers, a child's face,
a leaf turned up, where a ladybug hides.
Charming patterns: mysterious looks they wear,
they cause us to question, to wonder, to imagine.
Both elegant and bold, charming patterns always present
puzzles to unwind,
stretching our minds.
Mockingbirds Are Noisy and Aggressive
By: Miracle Man
July 19,2021
Sunshine peeking through a mottled sky,
painting a picture on parched ground.
A Mockingbird intermittently flutters by,
and from its repertoire a familiar sound.
A mate remains busy preparing a nest,
our red honeysuckle, is their spot of choice.
Fending off trespassers, not to be dispossessed,
while sampling me with its singing voice.
When a squirrel leaves a tree and is aground,
the Mocker dives and pecks until driven from sight.
With the male mocker you don’t fool around,
it makes the squirrel chatter, from affright.
It is said that an adult male mocker,
can make 200 different sounds.
NOISY
Sounds of the day ceaseless go,
know no specific bounds,
Cries of domestic chores, squabble of city life to arise
Nasty noises of vexing vehicles running always hasty.
Creaking of wheels, blowing horns turns law-breaking.
Sounds of the day ceaseless go,
know no specific bounds.
‘Crowd yells’: Either avoid or be a part
being smart and proud.
Sounds of the day ceaseless go,
know no specific bounds
Arrogance sounds good
on shouting day of nuisance.
Run on days to cope with busy noisy life,
but have fun.
Sounds of the day ceaseless go,
know no specific bounds.
Loud you are, bold to shout as life will sound.
Fight in marital clash on noisy day
gets cooled on calm night.
Sounds of the day ceaseless go,
know no specific bounds
Observe days full of noises
to meet silent night with love.
05/13/21
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