Short Loudness Poems
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dying grandfather
child of hot rods and whiskey
unsure bellowing at nurses
defines a life of loudness,
cargiving and alcoholism
if any jet ever broke the sound barrier
it must have been this jet
her loudness assaulted our silence
awakening sleeping elves and gnomes
Caught up in life
No time to sit still
Never having quiet time with myself
Always busy in the loudness of the world
These days end too quickly
The nights are too brief
My time on earth is running out
What must I do to slow it down
without the whirl
of a happy sound
too quiet the fan
the dim lighting
lacking air
sans morning sun
thoughts stifled
with buzzing
the sweat pouring
breezeless tease
dreams of
Winters cloak
the loudness
of the tinkers
like bells
9/5/2018
Silence shrouds the sound of his emotions
They shout so loud, yet you hear nothing.
Not because they lost their voice, but because
Of the loudness of the silence.
His lamentation searches for a way,
For a way to something; to someone?
Silence is now against him, not for him
Such power in nothingness, in 'the mute'.
don't crave my chimera
string loudness and dew
bloom explodes in my stream
A cluster of crepuscle rainbows
It comes from
devotedness for you
don't steal my daydreams
the ocean I share with you
If the melody
gently has daringness
strike my face
well...
I will wait for you
Written: September 30, 2022
I count the hours
as I welcome the pelt of rain
harmoniously thumping and splattering against the
melancholic chug-chug screech of the train
10 hours
of not being assaulted by your words
hours devoid of your loudness
yet my heart is screaming, banging, drumming
10 piercing hours
time does not escape your noise
If you wondered if my feelings are real
You need to hear my heart pounding beat
Racing like a speeding fleet
Straight to the amplifier of my heart
The loudness and throbbing ring
Completes my wants and desires within
Longing for your kiss, your touch
Bringing us closer to Neverland
As the sky touches the stars
No matter how far
silence
peaceful meditative
resting slumbering thinking
nap meditation scream wail
banging clanging threatening
invasive startling
loudness
A silenced voice is calling
As my deafened ears do hear
The words that now are falling
Are those, though distant, near
I call to no one, really
But respond to it, as heard
And though this reads as silly
It’s truly just absurd
For a silent voice has loudness?
Deafened ears can hear?
It’s just a bunch of madness
As myself, I disappear
So delicate at touch, when loudness occurs
hush.
A moment will arrive where we
must consider trust.
The broken may remember a tender
emotion, we've entered in a silent
type of devotion.
Burning wisdom, courage, & strength,
turning ourselves in to a wonder of
weakness that it leaves us
speechless.
The Wrecking is a reckoning upon
the fire, who is the liar.
Solar monsters from a planet we do not know.
They came in with loudness, their eyes aglow.
I said what are they? To a scientist, Joe.
Sunspot creatures, he said “as far as I know.”
What planet do they hail from? I asked Joe.
They are in a solar system in the very next row.
I want them to star in my Christmas Show.
But they have to learn the language said optimistic Joe.
There's a star in me
Crushed under my heart
Waiting to escape
To burst through my skin, my shirt
Weeping beams of light
There's a star in me
Who doesn't like whispers
Or subtle hues of blue and grey
But the loudness of shouts
And red amaryllis
There's a star in me
Who doesn't like generic avatars
For Facebook profiles
But wants to be known by its name
Its shine undimmed
I instantly disliked her.
I don’t know if it was her
Height or her red hair or
Her loudness,
But I immediately
Thought we can never
Be friends. But then
She sat with me at lunch
And I had never laughed so
Hard in my entire life.
Ever
So we became friends
And I have never told
Her that my instant
Impression was that
We could never
Be friends
Why would I
Hurt my
Best friend
Like that?
Shouting without reason
Burning voices that crackles
With horse wisp of a growl
In pain without dsicription
Hollow feeling of regret
Short spout of unreasoning
Stop without going
Shattering sentence
No words that describes
The pouting with snarling
Couping without balance
Grip with a fist with fury
A smile looks of a cringe
Speaking with loudness
Expression looks unsure
This anger has voice
the noisy gong
echoing the clanging cymbals
seizes the loudness within
as we sing notes without pitch
still our life’s music plays on
the bed with roses
floats on water beneath ice
sailed by the breeze from trees
with barks blinded by sight
still our journey path continues
the morsel of a giant
in the feast of dwarfs
are all fragmented spaces
of a quartered square
still we stand upright to measure
They all wish,
and dreams collide- on a dime-
on a dive,
they say in admonished curves in time and color,
of those flapping doves,
seizes mind a flutter,
they wish to seal within the prosperous carrothers-
sanctity of motion,
hectors O' acres of the dozens...
They all wish one the baskets on the ovens-
and upon dishes their bumpkins-
that loudness to be promised to everyone we have punished.
I did not think their music could become one iota more annoying
I was wrong
Maybe it’s the loudness; my ears are cringing
My sensitivity is crying
Why oh why do people use pounding music in a public place?
It does not help that I am waiting for a haircut
And two people are ahead of me
Neither of them looks like they even need a haircut
While I look like the wild child of Borneo
Who put her fingers in a light socket
God is unseen,
Air cannot be seen either,
Walk blindly through the darkness of the night.
Seeing nothing in sight.
Quietness is passed by where loudness is recognized every time.
Only if quietness was seen?
Where would the quietness take you?
To places you have never seen?
But for the time being I live in the quietness
I am the one who takes in all of God’s glories
Regardless if quietness means being invisible to many.
The sounds of the rain
whisper to me, a sonet of water angels.
As I watch it flow,
a song of happiness and sadness
comes to mind.
The voices harmonize
in perfect melody,
getting attention from the
invisible notes.
The gentle swaying
of its calm solace relaxes me.
The loudness of thunder
awakens my relaxation.
But, as I focus more on
the sonet,
my relaxation returns
with great quietude.
I have fallen into a deep slumber and
so I end.
She sings along with that song
Taking the long way
She gets that
The violin melody of a hard fought harmony
She'll find a place to belong
But eventually her roundness
Her loudness
Finds her falling out of space
And she never fits in the square pegs
She begs
Borrows, but never steals
She believes in the commandments
He isn't here anymore
Killed millenniums ago
But love lives forever
Eternally
A long hello
And she finds forgiveness
Never says goodbye
The noise was silently deafening
It was the loudness of my mind.
Thoughts were running riot & loose
Conjuring up insane madness in their find.
I was blinded by the darkness Of the night skies
blackned but dimly lit up by the stars shining.
My emptiness was full of nothingNess
In the delllusions of knits entwining.
My senses became null & void
Paralysed by the fear within me
Like a crippled man unable to move
Yet I was flying above in ita dreamy vicinity
As my soul heart has a door that is closed;
Noise speaks loudness of per encapsulates;
My vessel contrite I am breathing bruise;
Broke heart open door that I may embrace;
Tears drops down my chin, my cheek, my whole face;
Breaths distorts ultimately---placated;
My arms and hands grasp holds implicated;
Opening and shutting of my heart strings;
Serrated set heart strung constipated;
As my soul heart has a door that is closed;
2/8/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. © 2024