Short Hearer Poems
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Hearer of all-
His hearing every voice,word and thought and secrets his attention on everything without limitations no regrets!
The
writer
combs the
breeze for the
salt tears of the
aching heart. Drying
them with his words, he
casts the salt in the dry eyes
of the hearer. And thus, we cry.
Pell
a bell
in a seashell
and the echoes will dwell
resonating to dings that swell
to crescendo, a carillon of bells
that befells the hearer to quell,
and knell
bell
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5 June 2017
Slumber mumbles, grumbles, banters, blubbers and blands
Loose lips leak trailers from secret dreams, slumber shorts
Blurted out with candid shout, trembling feet and hands.
Only the hearer knows what said when sleeper talks.
A star, an angel,
A shepherd ,a decree.
A sign,a messenger,
A hearer, Your Free!
A Father, a Son,
A Spirit, a family.
A babe, a stable,
A lamb, a tree.
A creator ,a creation,
A plan, an eternity.
A hope ,a comfort,
A truth,
He came for me.
Listen to poem:
When wistful,
wanton whispers
are overheard,
they cause
emotional feelings
to fail.
The hearer becomes
withdrawn,
and the depression
casts a grim,
gloomy shroud
of melancholy,
over the frail,
impaled self esteem.
The wind hears many secrets
As he blows at his election.
Only a hearer at best -
He mulls them over and again
But doesn’t repeat or think aloud
For there are too many to recount.
The wind also has many lovers -
Appreciating the trees -
Caressing the flowers
And cooling warm cheeks
But preferring to roam -
Blows away to a place unknown.
The middle part of the heart (H-ear-T)is an ear!
If you bring two ears together
it gives the shape of a heart!
The heart is hearer agent of the body
it needs to listen,
needs to understand
the whole universe silently
Cause- in silence there are many sounds,
many words of knowledge!
-December 23,2019 Chattogram
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(Collected Theme)
Prince without a lineage
King without a throne
Master without servants
Lover of that unknown
Hearer of what’s unspoken
Seer of things divine
Lord among the jesters
Voice for all the mimes
Reason when excuses falter
Questioner when answers fail
Link between the seasons
First breath a baby wails
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Prince without lineage
King without a throne
Master without servants
Lover of that unknown
Hearer of what’s unspoken
Seer of things divine
Lord among the jesters
Voice for all the mimes
Reason, when excuses falter
Questioner, when answers fail
Link between the seasons
—first breath a baby wails
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2016)
Prince without a lineage
King without a throne
Master without servants
Lover of that unknown
Hearer of what’s unspoken
Seer of things divine
Lord among the jesters
Voice for all the mimes
Reason, when excuses falter
Questioner, when answers fail
Link between the seasons
—first breath a baby wails
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
A heart that feels broken
May seem to man, lightly
But to the sole recipient
Completely and rightly
Cautious be your words
Speak not out of turn
The broken hearted hearer
Is apt to crash and burn
Instead perhaps a hug
For the one you hold dear
A shoulder lent to cry on
Your love for them made clear
A silent word of prayer
For this shattered soul do plead
Hold your judgment silent
Let the Master meet the need
For the sun is no sooner risen with a burning heat
Like the fertile land I pray “OH GOD, PLEASE PLANT MY FEET!”
As the rich in the land are made to be low
Exalt me in my humility, so the world may see my glow
As every man is tempted and every man is enticed
Protect me “OH GOD”, from evil and shield me from vice
As a doer of your word, and not a hearer only
To God, I give my all
EXALT ME! For I am lowly
Better than a thousand speeches
utterly devoid of sense
is a word of deepest meaning
that brings the hearer peace.
Better than in songs a hundred
empty words that break the air
is one word of deepest meaning
that gives the hearer peace.
And though you slew ten thousand warriors
times a thousand, small the feat.
He that is his own self's master
is conqueror in very truth.
(After a poem in the Dhammaparda)
Success is a strange definition:
Larger in the mind of an onlooker –
Smaller in the hands of a heritor –
In truth – without a measurement.
It can be exaggerated like a rubber band.
It can be dragged through the mud –
Rescued – cleaned and whitened up.
It can be far to sight or close at hand –
Pleasant to the eye on a resumé –
On a statement or ring like a melody
To the hearer of such rhapsody
Or with a shrug – be explained away.
My mom looked in the mirror, It made her face clearer, She forbaded me to go nearer, The mirror had become her dearer, Her act was fun for hearer.
While you are busy praising me
And repeating sincere "I see!"
You keep staggering my story,
Less preparing for The Gory
A narrative oddly halting
Not better than the facts faulting...
Your job, now, A Good listener's
Just eyes on my lips Fasteners;
Glimpse I shall your struggling suspense
And it's s promise: my response;
Off and on make my hearer pause,
As though on my teller-lips gauze...
Always listen and listen good:
Don't interrupt my Robin Hood.