Stone Deaf Poems | Examples

Dust Bites Another One

The distance between the stars
is stone deaf.
Diamonds die last, stones are blind
but all knowing.
Man is a blip on a self-made monitor.

Sound bites are a poets
last resort.

Look On the Bright Side

I have become a moaner,
Huffing, puffing, growling, groaner
I find it hard to bend and stretch
My dog is too old to 'Go fetch'
'You fetch yourself.' my old pooch said.
As he snuggled up in his doggy bed.
I totter outside to get the paper,
That's lying on the lawn
It's poured with rain, the newspaper is wet,
Dirty, tattered and torn,
It was beyond redemption
Too far gone to read
Another bone of contention
Just what I need.
I can hear the telephone ringing,
From inside the house
My ears are stinging
Where is my spouse?
I try my best to hurry,
To answer the phone
If someone doesn't answer it,
They will think we are not home.
It is no use calling my husband,
Because he is stone deaf.
Not only is he deaf, he is losing his mind,
If truth be told, we are two of a kind.
I must try not to grumble, mutter and complain,
I must get more positive if I want to stay in the game.
Life is what you make it. I understand why that is so,
To look on the bright side is the best way to go.

Birthday Sabotage

It's the 3rd of the month
An excellently important day
5 decades or so ago,
My parents made a little 'roll in the hay'

Tonight, I'm spoiling myself
Going out for dinner el solo
Down to my favourite local Bistro
For Salmon Wellington, Cab Sav and Gateau

Made sure I phoned ahead,
with 3 weeks to go
Booked a delicious pescatarian meal
And a table outside, on the patio

I arrived with a grin
And was shown to a shabby table inside
Served Beef Wellington, Sav Blanc,
And for dessert, a Mince Pie!

Why? What? How could this be?
I immediately called for the Chef
Oh Lanser, how could you get this so wrong
Have you recently gone stone deaf?

No! He said, in his monotone
And pulled from his pocket an email
You sent us this note just yesterday
Updating your culinary detail

But it wasn't... I didn't.... Who could it have been?
To know that I'd definitely be here
Someone who would sabotage my effulgent glory
And rob me of my cheer?

Then it dawned on me
Who sabotaged my favourite night
It was my horrible ex-wife
She's darn clever, evil and so full of spite

Freaky and Weird

We grew our hair down to our shoulders
    Hirsute we were, moustaches and beards
  Turned up our noses at those who were older
    'Cos we were so hip, so freaky, so weird

  Revved up our stereos, going stone-deaf
    Dropped pill after pill, of common sense bereft
  Wore psychedelic threads to match our psychedelic brains
    We thought ourselves 'free,' but we were really in chains

  Don't ask me if the Sixties were 'wonderful years!'
    ~ Just leave me alone with my cigars and my beer

85, and Not Out

I have reached the ripe old age of 85,
Why am I on Earth, still alive
When most of my friends are dead
Or laying Ga Ga in aged care beds.
Why was this Old Duck,
Given the luck,
To survive
When others died.

I am sure I don't know,
When God has plans,
For me to go.
What use has God for me?
I have brought up my family,
I have my eyes open wide.
My curiosity, I cannot hide,
Perhaps that is the reason,
I am still alive.

I cannot lie
I am in no hurry to die.
I need to be of use, you see.
And I am not the girl I used to be.
I feel so tired and slow.
I have lost my get-up and go.
Nothing works anymore,
My body has gone on strike,
That's for sure.

I have a list of ailments
That would kill a horse,
I've had a hip replacement
And new eye lenses, of course.
I am losing height,
Because I have curvature of the spine.
Lots of other diseases.
That will worsen with time.

I am not miserable
Or sad in any way,
It is a question
I have been asking God today
Have you use for me, Lord,
Is that why I'm still here
If you have, could you make it clear
God, could you please speak up,
I am stone deaf in both ears.

Clerihew Goya

Spain's Francisco Goya
his usp clothed Maja
Portraits were a great delight
but he became stone-deaf at 48

Loves Labours Lost

she was stone deaf and he proposed to her,
she heard it not and ignored the offer,
Said softly “will you marry me”?
“Thank you”she said “I don't drink tea!”
a tale of him, her and sound barrier!

Written 7 June 2022
10,10,8,8,10 syllable count
with rhyming 1,2,5 and 3,4
Tania Kitchin Sponsored
A Funny Limerick Poetry contest

Mother Earth Is Weeping

 
A thousand birds in the green could be soon gone,
if man does not stop cutting down their tree nests;
the streams and lakes ruined the fish woebegone.

To developers the animals are pests,
what can we do about the ocean debris;
the government is stone deaf to our protests.

Oh, sweet mother earth we hear your gentle plea,
the abuse and ignorance of man is wrong;
it hurts all the green, the ocean and the sea.

How sad it will be when there is no birdsong,
the world silent-   will any creature survive;
if we do not stop it will not be too long.

Bees will be gone soon - not a single beehive.
oh, sweet mother earth how can we help you thrive.

_______________________
February 14, 2021


Poetry/Terza Rima/Mother Earth is Weeping
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1329-525-14
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France


Written for the Standard contest, While Mother Earth Gently Moans
sponsor D.W.  Rogers, Judged 03/18/2021

Encore

complete silence as the orchestra had finished the symphony

and final applause and salutes had brought down the curtain

but the director still staged tunes in the theatre of her mind

the cembalo envied the drums and the heartbeat got faster

as she mastered the triangle and trumpeted a simple refrain

sadly she had become stone deaf but was able to hallucinate

‘my truth my perception distorted reality but vigor nevertheless’


she had not left the stage when her cognition was at its best

now rather demented she managed to see clearly the trap door

bestowed by old age and the dubious benefits of longevity

lucidity had become feeble and fading enlightenment a curse

a purveyor of unwanted surrender and distractor from death

yet when her drapes drew closer she tore off her masked Self

sang revolutions pulled the trigger and went out with a bang


6th August 2020

Driftwood On the Styx

Three misfits sought mischief along serenity shore
when a boatman slashed through the bluing mist
with driftwood oars honed by a river called Styx.

They were wild and naive and looked quite aghast
for boatmen usually gather the worn and the weak
but the misfits were young and strong as teak trees.   

The boatman anchored a skull and clawed up the bank 
three clocks ridden by ravens appeared in the sky
the misfits ran amok when their time finally arrived.

The boatman sat in a dark crag and fingered them near
the mischievous three pleaded in gossamer tongues
but death is beyond stone deaf and heard not a one.

The boatman did show his heart, but of Sulphur it smelled
gently placing each misfit in a boat made of flesh and bone
vultures hopped the damned in their new dead water home.

Free Them O' God

Free them O' God!
For, the wind is spewed with ashes of hatred,
The bilboes that wait to bangle the innocents,
Hauling them down the barbed streets,
And caging them up, to blaze in iron aviaries.

Free them, O' God!
For the ocean is not thirsty any more,
It is full till its gullet, quaffing in pints the viscous gore,
Sluicing out from the naive skulls,
And from the distressed hems of their hearts.

Free them O’ God!
For the sod is no longer bleak,
It has drenched itself in the guileless claret,
Flushing out from their green dead ingenuous veins,
And sloshing about under its skin.

Free them O' God!
For the day doesn't know, for whom to wake up,
When merry-go-rounds and slippery slopes,
Are becoming the roller coaster rides to deaths,
And the juvenile paper crowns breed orphans.

Free them O' God!
For even the night hasn't slept for years,
The sounds of tormented voices, in the lap of gunshots,
Are hovering and echoing in its ears,
Making it stone deaf in every midget of seconds.

Free them O' God!
Free them all!
Free your pure and guiltless mortals,
What sins have they sowed?
That you are making them plough for!

~Nayanika Dey

Sleep With This Sky

SLEEP WITH THIS SKY 

I want to make love to you underneath Aurora's dance, 
beneath the vail of pink and green that flutters, not by chance. 
I want to trace your supple lips while clouds boil from afar,
and while entwined by your sweet kiss and neath Capella's star. 

I want to hear thunder boom while you whisper in my ear,
fall stone deaf, to lightening crash, and darling words of cheer.
I want to swim twixt sky and earth and splash in our red clay,
to taste that you will linger here and vow that you will stay.

I want Aurora's curtain light to sway upon our thighs,
and take two souls in one to sail, in wispy midnight flies. 
I want the comets' shower, in a brilliant cosmic storm,
to ride us hard in splendid fall, and paint Monet in form. 

I want the smear of white starlight and earth against our skins,
to trust our joyful loving in the shadow of the Twins.
If we should wake, to our own quake, but languid in a dream, 
then our time here, might disappear, but hold us in its stream. 

- Edlynn Nau
© November 3, 2015 
Syllables Per Line:	4 0 14 14 14 14 0 14 14 14 14 0 14 14 14 14 0 14 14 14 14

At Precipice

There was soft
purring. Inviting  but malicious,
when you entered the cave.

A bittersweet encounter.
Quantified. A new dna print
after a cyber attack.

Another turn of the Venus.
The whole world
has never been the same.

Anatomy of violence
was shaping the
future bêtes noires.

Stupid thing, our roots
still commingled with dust
searching the stone-deaf god.


Satish Verma

Stone Deaf But I Still Hear You Sing

Tears fall that I cannot make 

Trembling legs but I do not shake

Screaming pain but I feel numb

Loud cries but I am always dumb

Seeing it all but I am truly blind

Thoughtful heart but Loving unkind

Breathing fast without a single breath

Living forever but dying a quick death

Knowing it all but not learning a thing

Stone deaf but I still hear you sing

Elvis-Worm

Elvis-worm
Eternity comes when you’re out of breath,
breathless paralytic
 your stone deaf,
when the funny stroke is due,
your body melting too,
all part of the deef n deaf,
an overheated you,
is left, the flaccid blue,
Elvis worm the building left,
Bugger, 
No diddle-dum diddly too,
Bereft,
bay-lou…
Don

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