In the silence, where the stillness is born,
where the line between illusions and truth is torn.
You can imagine anything you see,
yet in the silence, the truth will be.
Alone, with no distractions of any kind,
the feelings of the heart, the thoughts of the mind.
A mind altering experience, as never before,
to those who open to silence, knocking at their door.
The past the present, where hindsight is seen,
in the silence, the mind is washed clean.
Imaginations And the truths that be,
in our silence they present themselves to you and me.
With every thought, feeling, and emotion that we feel,
alone in our silence we will find what is real.
For life itself, in the silence you see,
shows the truth to you and me.
In the silence the truest of battles are fought,
where the truth will prevail against every thought.
You begin to change with each truth that is shown,
in the silence and it’s suffering you have grown.
It’s a journey that we each should take,
to understand our every mistake.
To allow the silence to fulfill its very part,
as it begins to teach us how to live the truth in our heart.
Silence is Golden
Silence is golden,
but gold is pure, bold, heavy and hot.
It glitters and radiates like the sun.
Silence is left when all the good-byes have been said,
and the tears have been patted dry.
Silence is left when the shoulder
cools after that long, last embrace.
If silence is a color, let it be rose, lavender rose,
cool, and blooming, calming, and soothing.
Be it floating, like soft cotton candy and wisps of heavenly mist.
At day’s end, the sun melts into the western sea.
In a last glimmer of hope, it sends out
a pillar of light, extending a luminous arm,
a golden, futile effort to extend its stay.
But nay, for rose lavender spreads its wings,
a savannah of soft, satin sheets
in an alternating pattern of pastels.
A panoramic display of fanning keys,
keys on a now silent, musical board.
I would never wish you an end,
but if there has to be one, I wish you silence.
Rose lavender silence,
in soft, soothing and alternating pastels.
Witness the folly of the yammering crowd
Those that speak smugly and those that speak loud
Spitting out syllables the live long day
With nothing to show and nothing to say
A chorus line of mechanical mouths
A bevy of bores from the north to the south
Wherever you go they're standing beside us
Let's pray that they all catch laryngitis
A lady who lived in Korea
Had terrible verbal diarrhea
Her hubby called Bill
Said, “Keep your tongue still,
Quit carping and bending my ear”
Bill’s desperate for a lil’ peace
But her acid tongue will not cease
From morning to night
He gets no respite
From nagging needs some release
Bill seeks advice from friend Odette
She says, “Buy a gag as a threat”
His wife takes the hint
She desists, its mint
Bill’s over the moon you can bet!
Susannah sits savoring the silence
snuggled sleepily on the settee
enjoying espresso and eating éclairs -
she needed some space and solitude,
twins, the ‘terrible twos’ are so taxing!
Her husband’s taken Hannah and Holly
to a party at Pirate Pete’s play park.
04/01/21
Silence Is Golden
Written: by Miracle Man
3/15/2020
Some willingly parse words and minutia look past,
the smaller details just never appear to matter.
While stepping on others feelings each time they lambaste,
they constantly fill a room with unwanted chatter.
“silences make the real conversation between friends.
Not the saying but the never needing to say is what counts”
Margaret Lee Runbeck
Silence Is Golden
Written: by Miracle Man
2-4-2020
The time I find most prized
is the uninterrupted hours I spend each morning,
when silence is mellifluous.
I find it a quiet, peaceful but sometimes lonely time.
A time of communication with God,
attentive to the thoughts He is giving me.
But to soon the world outside awakes,
and the silence that was sweet and plethoric,
is stolen by the banging of a sanitation truck.
“Use what talents you possess: the woods would be very silent
if no birds sang there except those that sang best”.
Henry Van Dyke
Silence is golden is a phrase from the past
Things have changed, need to rant, rave and blast
To be heard above the din
Much to our chagrin
Civility in the world has gone to the dogs fast
Silence is Golden
3/13/2016
I love mornings when silence is sweet and abundant,
Without the phone’s ring or any door emitting sound.
When thoughts on paper don’t appear too redundant,
And silence wouldn’t require a shelter underground.
Tom
Some of our best conversations
Were when no words were needed
And afterwards feeling a lot was completed
It’s kinda surreal, the feelings we’ve shared
There was no doubt about how much we cared
It’s not always that easy
It kinda comes and goes
But it’s these precious moments
Close to heart I will hold…
JVW/JAN 2018
an innocent
listening heart
content
serene
applauds
and does not scorn
tolerates...
a rock in life's
ongoing storm
Silence is golden is a phrase from the past
Things have changed, need to rant, rave and blast
To be heard above the din
Much to our chagrin
Civility in the world is going to the dogs very fast
They're blasting, and looking for gold
Yeah, some riches that they could hold
No feeling for
Quiet no more
Don’t believe silence is their mold
Russell Sivey
Silence is Golden
In a laboratory in a far away place called
Lahore
Was a mad scientist, who experimented
Offshore
He fiddled and fuddles deep inside his lab
Making clones of his glorious self
Thinking they mighty fine lads
He cloned twenty or thirty or a hundred and more
All chattering and gabbing, their master they adore
Oh yes, he’s the mad scientist from Lahore
He has many accolades for he had many votes
He cloned so many, democracy was a joke
But the governor caught on
And saw through the clouds
Something was evil under the shroud
Banished he was to the prison of deception
Hopefully he will clone no more fake conceptions
Bright Marguerites,open and ablaze,
Reflected in a sunny haze.
Lilies waxed in a summer light,
A Jasmined fragrance to fill the night.
Perfumed petals,paper-white
Intoxicate,then delight;
Speaking volumes with words un-heard
Silent,flowers upon which all senses merge.
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