Short Decibels Poems
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Infinite numbers
Molecules or decibels
It all starts with one.
(January 22, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
In high pitch Dodo played bongo
and voiced loud in decibels,
pierced the eardrums of Drongo,
singing, ringing jingle bells
The seashore holds me in grief
entwined with moss and nettle;
while thud of echoes returns
more shrill than a gull's lament...
In decibels of love passing
I hunger for night's soft caress.
Words floating in soft whisper could never pass me by,
from miles away my ears could catch them all so clear.
In tuneful clasp of tinnitus the muted decibels now lie
where perpetual quiet prevails, for clamor I don’t hear.
Those who chose to keep distance now they come near.
Learn how to talk to different people, such as:
Mechanics who claim to fix your car and your problems,
Nymphomaniacs who can be kept eeeeeeasily aroused in what you say, and
Ostentorians who will help you be a good listener while standing decibels away.
Politeness and tact with all are the keys.
amplified questions
I sit alone atop a mountain
my guitar in hand
peering out over the valley below
beyond green patched rifts
playing in the key of lost dreams
fractured chords out of tune with
decisions in distorted decibels
high volume idiocy wailing
as I telecast amplified questions
which now return to me
in the feedback of my own doing
The call of the bagpipes brings merriment and joy,
making even the somberest of moments bearable,
even when blaring at several decibels,
The bagpipes speak of stealth and strength,
perservering in times that are inclement,
The mirth they spew, commands attention,
and respect, bringing sentimental tears to
peoples' eyes as they remember from whence they came....
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As Memory Serves
A mere bump in time...
as bottled cork pops,
engaged second hand...
conveyed decibels,
dons melting,
against that instant,
"It's a boy!", resonates.
Reflecting after those many years,
I smiled while he blows...
his 44th candled flame,
~~best is poured.
gifted memories
timelessly bottled uncorks
~~aged wine stirs in ice
2020 June 30
Oh gaseous anomaly, of my digestion
Escapage from where, is the question
A topic of much fun, hilarity and jest
School boys compete, to see who's is best.
Velocity, decibels, and length of time.
All vital in assessing, if it's sublime.
But pinnacle of fustiness has to be.
Sprout, egg sarnies and over ripe brie
In conclusion a fart is truly an art
Enjoy it, embrace it, have a good fart.
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mean
so
s**t
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at work listening
to a safety talk
on too many
decibels
taken in
by the
ear
everyday
and we had
to sign that we
heard the talk so
i signed George Clinton
but my deaf friend Darren
signed he hadn't heard any
thing
Form:
A distant mumble, a muffled drum roll.
Seconds on, come the serious decibels.
Heavy rumbling with sharp percussions.
Squeal of the steel; wheel scraping on the rail.
Metal clatter loudens then dies to silence.
Spent fares alight and new fares climb aboard.
Ting ting. The cream and green is off again,
Above it, brief flashes of lightning blue
As straying volts are lost to salty air.
Soon far off the rumbling fading away.
How long do you think
you can ride the coattails
of blissful ignorance?
Isn't it flagrantly obvious that
you are skating on thin ice...
and equally evident that
you're living on borrowed time?
How long do you think
you can get away with avoiding
the elephant in the room?
Have I been the unjaded enabler
whilst my silence should have screamed
to you louder than any multitude of decibels?
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The smell of cantaloupe is enticing
Yearning to feel it’s smoothly texture
It beckons me to it with an unworldly call
The slippery flesh is on my earthly skin
As I hold the fruit it embraces me,
How sweet! How kind it is!
I sympathize and crave it!
A plant that is living and purring
Communicates to us with undecipherable
Decibels that can be heard from beyond our senses
But, I’m hungry; so hungry!
Tearing apart it’s flesh
It’s now a part of me; broken down to a
Molecular level.
In our easier moments
God talks to us a whisper
as so often we don't hear
because a dose of ear twister
We all have a conscience
showing us wrong and right
this God uses for to speak
for otherwise we aren't too bright
But to get us fully awake
the Lord gives us a great shout
pushing the pain level higher
for our attention without a doubt
So the decibels of God's megaphone
will blast our ears apart
for this world is so utterly deaf
it requires a bull's eye from God's dart