Short Inner Ear Poems
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i whisper in her inner ear
staircase to heaven
i know
lets get this cobwebs off
clean our thoughts
i know
we slip on the semanic pool
land in the burning
fire
then kiss in guilt and
despair
Form:
FALLS
Lugubrious countenance of midnight.
Scream of water cutting the inner ear.
At edge of Anna Ruby, gripped by fear,
Night-wanderer awakes to stormy height.
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the rhythm of pause
a separation of sounds...
silence speaks aloud
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I heard the Voice
True and pure
Loud and accurate
An angel
My angel?
The Angel of the Lord
Within and without
Inside my heart
Outside my being
With my whole spirit
My whole soul
My whole body
As if I were an ear
The outer ear
And inner ear
I obeyed His Voice
With rewards
That guy
The one you called phantom
Then fled from
A gentle giant meek and strong
His convictions -
Voluntary surrender to get better
He oozes love
Like muscular Mandiba
Listen with your inner ear
He's your brother.
Not a ghost of a chance
No weight weighs him down
His love behooves, sans avaunt.
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Amid dark despair
And the deepest fear
Hope is always there
A voice we can hear
With the inner ear
Heed its message
It will assuage
The despair stage
And give courage
Take action
And move on
With caution
To cope
Don't mope
HOPE!
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The cat was in the moonlight clear.
Arching his back, quite full of fear.
Jack-o-lanterns were rather dear.
Showing fierceness with toothy leer.
Goblins, ghosts and spooks in the mirror
Added to the ambiance of fear.
The older kids did laugh and jeer
Some of them possibly sneaking beer.
A wild screeching in my inner ear
Let me know Halloween was very near.
A day of contemplation.
Unknown destination.
Walking in wildness.
Maintaining calmness.
Listening with the inner ear,
my answers are near...
Emotions elevated, misconstrued,
then rippled into laughter, love.
Something new and
something well.
Changes so swift.
I am catching up to my own shift.
Dreams are my residence
and I am going home.
Resistance I have failed
and here
I now roam.
On-Sight
There aren't many who see me-
Those few view me in the
Words they say
"speak" me when they
Glance away
Their inner ear "attuned"
Their "knowings" seek invitation
To an inner, sacred place
Long ago barricaded from
"Exploitative" desires-I can
Not promise entry-
I LIVE here, and must protect my space.
Still; there are
a few...
I like to think a thought right through,
then cogitate a phrase or two.
A telling rhyme, with scansion clear,
will echo through my inner ear.
Then if I've pondered far too hard,
I'll summon help from book or bard.
And when at last, the end of day,
I'll know exactly what to say.
I'll take my pen and..... Blow it, then
I'll tear it up and start again!
For Brian Strand's "Ten Lines Max" Contest by Charles Clive.
A feeling that the room is spinning
especially with specific head movements
Bout of dizziness
don't look up, down or to the side
- just straight ahead
I loved carousels when I was a kid
One step, one goal
grab a door frame or a chair
Vertigo... hits the labyrinth in the inner ear
My crystals ran wild
finally the diamonds are where they should be
I don't like carousels anymore
An intermittent sound
Alerted my inner ear
Spurring me into wakefulness
As my name formed crystal clear
Theresa, Theresa, Theresa.
Repeatedly in tune
Urging my reaction
One morning in early June
I awoke to hear chirruping
So insistent in bird refrain
Guarding it's perch dutifully
To arouse me was it's aim
My curtains threaded sunlight
Heralding life anew
Another day thus realised
As away my messenger flew.
the melody of haunting notes
will taunt you-re inner ear
this sadness___ you can-not weep
no matter how hard
tears flow
haunting notes
inside and out
but still
within the inner ear
this sad haunting
that will not dis-appear
for miles davis______
Form:
Stringed strained vibrations
alto hauntings of the heart
playing strumpet along the inner ear
responsive fingering that cries aloud;
intensified bravado rhythms
that reverberate the shoulders, chin and arm
sensuous, distinctive obligatos
resonant timbre both sensual and veiled austerity
weeping muted strings,
calling out remote interludes
wafting on the darkened winds
forboding escape bidding the heart
to forget its muffled lament
and play on.
Soft spoken words invite the inner ear,
Like gently flowing whispers to the heart
Longing touch of whisper'd breath on one’s neck,
Or, the sighing of a soft sibilate
Speaks emotions even more loudly than
A symphony orchestra tuning up,
In dissonance before the concert starts
Beginning with the booming overture,
Fading to the velvet curtain ascend
Speak softly so that everyone may hear.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
May 22, 2021
"All Yours" Contest
sponsored by Brian Strand
Listen to poem:
Did you know
Loved ones
From the other side
Are attracted
To the flame
Of lit candles
To that magical
Little flickering
Light
Next time
Remember
Make a ritual of it
Intensify intent
Embracing
Welcoming
Opening the heart
Expressing gratitude
Listening with the inner ear
For love and compassion
Guidance and wisdom
Touching for an instant
Soul to soul
Imagine
That door
Being no bigger
than the flicker
of a flame
AP: 3rd place 2021
We search ourselves enact atonement
previous indiscretions remnant,
orchestration,without conductor
harmonious sound now lacking lustre
a-tone will ring the inner ear
from wrongdoing it will steer....
Division seperated dispersed
cutting of cords at time of birth
return to wholeness we lament
our inner need to feel at-one-ment.....
Atone...a-tone...at-one......
universal harmony sung,
even the planets and stars seem scattered
their greater order to all that matters......