Sound Poems

GROWING UP ACROSS THE STREET FROM 
TIGER STADIUM HAS ITS ADVANTAGE
AND DISADVANTAGES.
BEING A YOUNGSTER 
HOT HUMID MUGGY SUMMER NIGHT.
DETROIT MICHIGAN.
JULY NINETEEN HUNDRED AND 73
WOULD TURN OUT TO BE A VERY
COLD
NIGHT.
IN THE MOST UNTHINKABLE WAY.
RUNNING AROUND TIGER STADIUM
3 HOURS BEFORE THE...Read More

Well written
researched
To make aware
Issues that its
Audeice needed
Words for definition
and clarity
Respecting all in its
consideration
Keeping in mind
Evolution change
and replacment
It details the cost
Of production citing
By admiration of
Those who reeinvented
Certain processes
To cause collaberations
And production
It created a need of
Its products and processes
By offering products with...Read More

Very rarely will you ever see,
anyone who hates money more than yours truly.
"Well, If you don't want your money,"
they say to me constantly,
"you can always give it to me."
They don't even hear themselves sadly,
not realizing that money, are the chains...Read More

Bang! Bang! Bang! 
The sound of gun shots echoing in the air
Shattering windows and, smashing glasses 
Sending people pouring out in the street
Gun shots penetrating the clouds 
With a message that is very loud

People are running and screaming around
 confused...Read More

beware of monsters in the night
beware of monsters in the night
the ones that linger out of sight
they’re hairy beasts that grunt and lurk
and try to drive you quite berserk
they hide way up inside your ceiling
and while you dream go on...Read More

a sound that is not 
reverberates through my mind
quietude follows


2/25/2020


...Read More

I witness I see On my pillow
Surround sound guarded by the universe
A picture prompt of
Skies gray in places black
Other areas white
Shadows
All around
I stare as is grasp
Caressed
Deep inside of myself/themselves
I envision across my bed room
Lights turned OFF
what of the figures
Those miss-figures
Silver...Read More

Departure

You could say I lost the plot
The plans I made from what I’m not
I think you know my blood is thick
On days when stares tell me i’m sick

My toes are cold in fallen snow
On mountain tops I used to know
The...Read More

I stand alone a barking tree, where silent sorrows of ripples flee,
No one hears my calamity, wearing weeps of my raped reality…
Branches droop to ice-cold ground, solitudes surface of their drowned,
Abysmal anguish of leaves have browned, lacrimal echoes of their...Read More

Run friends as fast as you can
From this dreadful land
Be wary of a terrible sight
Of things that go "Blasty Blang Beedle Bum  Bang" in the night!

Nery a more terrible sound
That can be heard for miles around
A sound that doesn't...Read More

True terror taps
on my bedroom window.
I know that I have
no choice
but for a while I
remain
under the covers,
the air becoming
more and more stale
as my breathes become
deeper. And quicker.
The tapping is music and
rhythmic and present and
all in time with the frantic
beating of...Read More

DISUNITY THEN UNITY
 
Last Episode of Pure Fantasy.

Fireball always seems to take center stage,
Except in the last episode it was with absolute rage,
Echoman has secretly loved this ravishing beauty
Lost her to a human whilst she was on duty!
There were good...Read More

I saw Judy Collins in concert last night…
her melodies once again soaring to the stars
proving angels never lose their voice…
no matter how old they are. 

And I remember thinking to myself
As she, smiling, took the stage
how I listened to her...Read More

Weep


I want my next connection to be my last,
And I want it to be a connection that I know will truly last.
If the connection is lost due to ill-communication breakdown, 
I hope in the universe there can be heard its...Read More

(1)         At the Edge of the Valley of Echoes

Little is written of The Valley of Echoes
Though many have halted at Valley’s edge
For few there are that would wander further
Where only unsettled wander,...Read More

Etymologists hate poetry -
I have that on the best authority -
Of course the bloody rhyme's not perfect!
What else do you expect?
The inventors of language
(About the closest match is "sandwich")
Were not supporters of our noble art,
They had us beaten from the...Read More

Evaluating each word
Sorting out each differances
her enthusiasm increased
as her understanding of what
her responsibilities had become
making it safe for her to vent
her grievances by encouraging
others to do the same
the right methods
ensures success
the right people allow you to
stay true to what keeps...Read More

Evaluating each word
Sorting out each differances
her enthusiasm increased
as her understanding of what
her responsibilities had become
making it safe for her to vent
her grievances by encouraging
others to do the same
the right methods
ensures success
the right people allow you to
stay true to what keeps...Read More

Insignificant beads 
Of
Thousand sparkling moments...
Of little or no value.

Floating bubbles 
Fill the air .....
With colors of laughter
With softness of yesterday
And with smell of a forgotten dream.

Floating bubbles 
Fill the air .....
With a probability of an inevitable dismay.....

Then comes a Insignificant...Read More

Rowing in the wooden dingy,
My arms recall 
The lost days 
Of ocean voyages,
And all at once I remember 
The emerald green 
Phosphorescence 
On night watch....
And the midnight sound 
Of dolphins breath 
Those princes of the sea 
Who were enamoured
With our...Read More

Sadly, we still suffer,
from the slings of other's arrows.
So many lost souls,
with minds that continue to narrow.

With just a whisper,
they will always hear your sound.
Hence they come running,
by leaps and bounds.

Sometimes the grass looks greener,
within a stone's throw.
Far sadder is...Read More

Tick tock, tick tock,
Hands move slowly around.
Every second, every hour.
Old reliable, sturdy standing alone.
Longing for the day to pass.
Daylight beams cast shadows.
Carefully listen to the sound.
Lightly, softly, rhythmic.
Odour of oak and polish.
Clean with care leave no scratches.
Kneeling down closing the...Read More

Birthdate?  My family tells me
it was 1900 or so.
I don’t remember being born;
I know when I started to grow.

My first real friend was named Reggie
We first met when I was just six.
It was Christmas Eve, we read from
the Bible...Read More

I miss you, won't see 
you for two years.
I miss your smile and
the sound of your voice.

You always make me 
smile and laugh when 
i'm sad, you have always 
been my favorite cousin,
nothings the same without you.

When i play basketball,...Read More

What a nice eclogue
the ecological sound
harmony we sing
...Read More

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