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[aid] => mick
[title] => Do You Hear Me?
[time] => 2018-08-24 04:26:53
[hometext] => Nutty stuff
[bodytext] => I thank you for your failure, ears.
I bless your poor performance, dears.
An anvil cracked or mangled stirrup too?
Your eardrum blown? Your wax in fact now glue?
There was an age I cursed your flaws,
but years have slowed my ire to a pause.
Now, ears, you see, I must explain,
so I’ve penned this poem to spare your parts the strain;
when you showed up to work on time,
I heard every word of every whine,
and the traffic sounds that never ceased?
Now bother me not in the least.
I no longer hear soul’s broken screams;
no alarm cuts short my dreams.
So, I/'/m letting you off the hook,
but we’ll keep this one off the books;
if word gets out, then troubles start;
I won/'/t live long should your attitude
embrace my beating heart.
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[informant] => Invierno
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Do You Hear Me?
Contributed by
Invierno
on
Friday, 24th August 2018 @ 04:26:53 AM in AEST
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I thank you for your failure, ears.
I bless your poor performance, dears.
An anvil cracked or mangled stirrup too?
Your eardrum blown? Your wax in fact now glue?
There was an age I cursed your flaws,
but years have slowed my ire to a pause.
Now, ears, you see, I must explain,
so I’ve penned this poem to spare your parts the strain;
when you showed up to work on time,
I heard every word of every whine,
and the traffic sounds that never ceased?
Now bother me not in the least.
I no longer hear soul’s broken screams;
no alarm cuts short my dreams.
So, I/'/m letting you off the hook,
but we’ll keep this one off the books;
if word gets out, then troubles start;
I won/'/t live long should your attitude
embrace my beating heart.
Copyright ©
Invierno
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2018-08-24 04:26:53]
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Re: Do You Hear Me?
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by softerware on
Friday, 24th August 2018 @ 04:32:52 AM AEST
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We are of the same mindset this evening - writing of nonsense and a bit of sarcasm. Your wit is as sharp as ever in this write..and I suspect you penned this poem to save OUR parts the strain!
Delightful, as always. The butterfly emerges.
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Re: Do You Hear Me?
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 26th August 2018 @ 07:16:00 AM AEST
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should your attitude embrace
My beating heart.
That/'/s my favorite line by far!
Ears. Some days they do nobody
any good. All those things said,
and with the attitude of disgust,
even if they are only trying to parse
through the thick bull, sort of
like a bullhorn the amplified sound
so it could be heard off into the distance
for whatever it might be worth, a thousand
times, or possibly many times more,
yet still, nobody seems to hear with
all the shouting going on.
You hear the shouting reading words on
a page, you might imagine with
big ears, placing the side of ones head
down upon the page to read a book.
Two books, one placed against each ear
to muffle the sound and become learned
somehow.
I like this Mike.
We hear what we want to believe,
read what we want to misread,
"on top of old smokey
all covered with snow,
I lost my true lover
By sparkling snow"
frozen and cold and
up in the Appalachian mountains,
perhaps, the sparkle
meant courting back then.
Maybe it was cold in the mountains
where you courted the gal,
"the sparkle", somehow through the veneer
of a mountain top people sang
the words, reciting them over and over
since they were so lyrical.
wind the clock, whine or cry,
or possibly at night one might
just howl at the moon.
Peace!
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Re: Do You Hear Me?
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 26th August 2018 @ 07:28:00 AM AEST
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I know I whine or wince,
some days well before the sun
comes up, alone to myself
I think the moon late at night
can maybe hear me howl,
this one moon, the number
of days within any given month,
or the Chinese calender
that marks the history of all
human time
And don/'/t we all bark at the moon
that makes no sound we can
ever hear with our own disatisfied
ears. Hear me Moon,
today, tomorrow, hear me moon
after I/'/m gone away, and
I might presume you will still
be there, quite similar to as you
always were.
"I won/'/t live long should
your attitude embrace my
beating heart."
Dearest Moon,
It never doth say.
Peace!
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Re: Do You Hear Me?
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 26th August 2018 @ 07:36:03 AM AEST
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hear me now,
listen to me later,
some quixotic imaginary
tone, the old stories,
told by the elderly
before people could read,
before anyone knew how to
write.
Just grunts, scary grunts,
some whiny sounds,
where they would think,
yes, I know what that
is like, since its so cold
or since its so hot,
or we cannot find any
food and afterward
sitting in the cave,
we only share the eyes
Those eyes that tell
us everything we ever
needed to know.
He had those eyes
that people followed,
they were unique and
cunning, along with the grunting
sound when he knew some
danger was afoot.
We all used our ears,
we needed our ears
then.
Some say
we still do.
Peace! |
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Re: Do You Hear Me?
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by DarkWolf on
Sunday, 2nd September 2018 @ 04:56:46 AM AEST
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| Nice poem. Also like your writting style |
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