Short Listen In Poems

Cinder strings ignite
orange blossoms, summer nights
Crickets listen in......

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''Nature can be exceptionally soothing, on the off chance, that we simply stop and listen in --to the harmonics of the earth.''...

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as the night fall
the ball on the wall
is about to fall
lots of people
ar around
to listen  in the cool breed
the
NEW YEARS EVE 
COUNT DOWN...

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as the night fall
the ball on the wall
is about to fall
lots of people
ar around
to listen  in the cool breed
the
NEW YEARS EVE 
COUNT DOWN...

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Trees in cool dark woods
Engage in conversation
Shall we listen in? 






Written for Raul Moreno's "Solace in Nature" contest...

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some here 
and everywhere
they bring there stand
listen in the sand
to beach band
laying hold hands
the beach has no corlor
or race theyer
BEACH LOVER...

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can sun hear the stars

quietly singing its name

do Grasses listen in

 


(January 29, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved...

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Darkness surrounds on a moonless night
Whispers all over I listen in  fright
Shuffling sounds draw infinately nearer
Indescribable eeriness advances closer
Frantic I adjust to the dark night
Footfalls unclear alas my plight...

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Twits
Hanging
Inverted, dumb
listen in, ease dropping.
Chime in with rude chirps when prompted
With presumed relevant authority
Unwelcome interruption peals
Clangers
Rung


-------------
5 June 2017...

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In meditation
If as a doing
Who is the doer
Thus interfering
Get rid of him now

In cessation
Save awareness 
There is no one
Present within

Stillness speaks
In whispers
Listen in

Be thus 
Tranquil

Calm

17-November-2020...

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Hiatus

A pause or gap
Which if we consider
Lies between words
Between breaths and
Thoughts..
Between musical notes..
It seems that we
Must listen in the gaps
For the silence and the
Absence of measure..
For what we are:
Holy Hiatus...!...

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telephones used to be fat and bulky
chunky with short cords
attached to walls
people could listen in
on party lines
learning more than they ever needed to know
I miss the good ole days
When I would hear Grandma yell “Gladys, Get off the line!”...

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O marphious'beloved. 
love is like a pearl. 
without you life is hell. 
what you think just tell. 
love is in my heart well. 
who will love you I shall. 
how much love you want. 
please come here and tell. 
I listen in my heart a bell. 
life is without you a hell....

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i see it i see it
all was not as planned
but i mean it i mean it
the fire has been fanned
its perfect its perfect
bejeweled to me, suprize
its worth it its worth it
to see the things ive tried
i love you i love you
the music in my head
replay it replay it
ill listen in again...

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Ill
I hate being at home sick.
I hate having soup.
I hate having to take medicine.
I hate having a fever.
I want to go to school.
I want to do my class work.
I actually want to listen in class.
I want to feel better again.
I want to be free from my sickness.
I hate being sick....

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Don't wait
Tomorrow comes too late


Be brief
Tell me quick how you grief


Quick dear
Tell me your naked fears


News flash
I listen in mad dash


Last gate
Regret will miss late fate


Tell me
Your comic tragedy




Leon Enriquez
21 August 2017
Singapore...

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why would we deny
that our third eye pulsates 
supported by a magnetised spine
which holds erect all energies
enlivening toroidal heart 

sharing is caring and yet
divine secrets remain esoteric 
even if we shout them from treetops
since we are poised in singularity
and ears that listen, in duality...

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One long ring; that is for me
One long and one short, Mrs. McGee

Two long rings for the farmer Scholl
As the phone would ring a distinctive toll

Down the road on a line of eight
As the bell would ring we all would wait

One would answer; three would listen in
That is the way it was on a party line back then...

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I hear the music on the wind
A song I know from before as I listen in
The melody makes me wanna sway
And I know the words there right away

A lover’s dance on a moon lit night
With a partner who was just right
Listening to a favourite song 
A melancholy feeling is there all along

© Paul Warren Poetry...

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Humanity has dropped 
another grain of sand
upon this earthly sphere.
A grain of sand,
which, pushed along must grow,
and falter in its wayward track
that we may know
there is no turning back.
youth will survive
and grasp the truths
we longed to hear.
then listen in their turn
the cry of youth to hear...

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Even though we know not what song the birds are singing
or where one song ends and another begins…
May we be blessed when they are singing
to take a moment…and listen in.

And I have it on good authority
(I mean….so may songbirds can’t be wrong)
that every bird would feel blessed…
If we decide to sing along....

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You return every year and the same month
That is what I remember as I bid you farewell
Six months ago; 

Riding on an old short-legged shoe
In the parameter of being a White or Hispanic
Or just a dead Indian instead I listen in full
To the lengthy story of a Black President;

The fumblingly sound of hope
While the leeks sway me....

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To whom are we responding?
All bad news for desponding,
Someone's editing all this stuff,
Media and worldwide web, that's tough,
Let's examine the motivation,
Feeding us their manipulation,
Read and listen in bewilderment,
Assess the agenda in amazement,
You want us to believe that stuff?
THEIR motivation and manipulation, that's tough....

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What do cows do?
Munch munch grass and moo,
Watch horizons long and blue,
Listen in to insects humming,
Splat fat cow-pats on the dirt.

Cows walk to the dairy in a crowd:
To and fro, to and fro,
Their udders swinging as they go.

They line up for the metal calves
With sucking tubes all disinfected,
Yet cows still seem to sleep contented....

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Stories written on your skin,
Drawn and etched into your hide,
Told and cried throughout the night.

Daily you listen,
Holding silent comfort,
Never to tell a secret or lie. 

Tears to bleed into your sides,
Pencil and Ink to collide,
Splash of color in the night. 

A prision made home by art,
Silent ears to listen in the dark,
Understaning and never repeating....

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