Short Auditory Poems

Dogs, communication
auditory perception 
transcends the act
in the sense of formulation
 the animal instinct
performs the sketch... barks !...

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Auditory dementia envelops upon a grandeur scale. Skepticism dilutes the 
experience, painting an abyss of soul in-cognizant. Xenophobia empowers the weak, 
imploring a dissonant decadence awaiting....

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Your sound flew through the air,
A blaring auditory missile,
Though no one that I noticed
Seemed to cringe or even bristle.

The driver of the bus, however,
Waited just a bissel,*
Enough to let on board the man
Inspiring this epistle.

*little bit in Yiddish...

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pentangular frequencies of 
auditory hallucinations
splitting pieces of  a
beautiful mind
the rope turns into a 
snake hissing the
priest plants bo-
mbs of sins
in my rigid tissues of erection
they suppress the re-ce-
ptors of dopamine sha-
ky we sleep peacefully
for a short while...

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Theatre
auditory, expressive
producing, setting, critiquing
 Miller, Olivier, Azmi, Bergman
directing, acting, entertaining
visual, scripted
Cinema.







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Date: 22 / 10 / 2016...

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When they took him there
did you hear what they did?
Was there call or grunt?
Laugh or scream?
Joy or lamentation?

We perform the strangest or most grotesque
of auditory communications.
Such a mixed bag, such a miscellany!
Torture or tickle? Titillation or skin sensation?
Can we choose to hear pain or pleasure?

(13 Feb 2023)...

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When things go wrong and I fall to tears
Lyrical phrases ring through my ears

It brings a smile to me ten feet wide
A passion of sounds I can’t want to hide


From the moment I rise to greet the day 
My soul is moved with the music and sway
 
A warm up of wealth for my soul to endure 
A sense of center consoling and sweetly demure...

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Like my engine    my mind's 
          in overdrive
then all my senses seem so dull  
(like a fortune of dirt so dry
so dull -- all on my own)

i'm in a crowd and hear my name
turn around to meet the speaker;
and no one meets my gaze
   oh so now oh now 

i'm numb so numb so dumb
so here i go ; all alone
and within a state of 
mental rape -- mental rape
comes to mind

:: 06-11-2016 ::...

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You whirl through life without remorse
your mind with Stella glory
you're life so lived with stern in course
you block out auditory

You feel no pain which serves you well
and others do respect
no gain for physicians to therefore tell
no need for ill detect

It may seem as if you are complaining
when you say ouch or start to flee
you don't feel it though it's worth explaining
for the stoic here is me...

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In those days when national service
Conscripted me for a necessary chore
In in the tap root of Amachara
I abode
At dusk, strange hands lacerate my flesh
At dawn, your girls dragged me into drudgery
Today, weights of reminiscent garrison my thoughts
Amachara, are you still the egret that drums in my auditory?
Is your tail longer-than Mbaise?
Perhaps your cousin Ezeleke
Will let me proof the weight of my love for her....

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Intervals

Time
lapsing
repeating
a breathing space
respite from preceding activity. 

An interlude that accentuates breaks
and goings on
preceding
silent
gaps.

Thus,
rending
beautiful
flowing music
enlivening auditory delight.

Giving patrons harmonious pleasure,
happiness born
through music
or words
paused.


© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
    January 16, 2010

Poetic form:  Quadruple Tetractys...

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Poetry is whatever is in your heart and mind at the 
time the writing tool of emotion scrolls the paper.
   Creating imprints of permanence that maybe perused 
visually, or by perception of auditory.
   Allowing for the absorption of another's very being.
Conjoining mental galaxies, surfing the milky way of
creativity.
   To the shores of the author's imagination.
Sharing the same thoughts and interpretations, if only
for a moment....

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By Parizo Van Thulare 

The echo of my rhyming 
Making waves from the calcaneus up the nerve of auditory 
Cleansing all which was blocked in tympanic membrane 

This is poetry 's Lambast 
The beauty of wisdom making Blast 
This how i Cast 

Hear them throb through the cortical cells 
Storming and stomping as the dozer of Bells 

The words through my lyics 
The bond of my syllables
The fonts of the collabo 
This is me the Commando 
Parizo De Lá  Poerto...

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Health care appears to be ill-fated
our country is full of the medicated
bipolar depression with acid reflux
hard to swallow this political muck...

Lets not forget education,
no child left behind was quite an invention
who's child is that,I ask Mister Suit,
all I get is more crap from his poopshoot...

Auditory halls are full of auditions
like a soap box derby of rhetoric technicians
they tell us what we want,so I call em what they are
playable pliable sillyputty politicians.......

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