A WORLD OF SOUND
I got a magnet in my head
Now my hearing ain't dead
'Cept when sleepin' in my bed
Music to me endlessly fed
O can ya hear the trumpet blarin'
O can ya hear the piano bangin'
O can ya hear the guitar thrummin'
O can ya hear the drums poundin'
The phone's a-ringin', pick it up
The water's runnin', that's the toilet flush
Someone's knockin', won't ya get the door
And quiet that crazed barkin' dog
When the day's done, I want golden silence
I turn the magnet down or totally off
Enough noise for now, gave me a headache
Gonna get shuteye and take a break
Permission granted by Howard Miller to post on CIHear.
Poetry copyright (c) 2004 Howard Miller.
Howard 'Howie' Miller
April 7, 1966 - October 28, 2006
The Dash Poem
I read of a man who stood to speak
at the funeral of a friend
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
from the beginning....to the end.
He noted that first came the date of her
birth and spoke of the following date with tears,
but he said what mattered most of all
was the dash between those years.
For that dash represents all the time
that she spent alive on earth
and now only those who loved her
know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own,
the cars...the house...the cash.
What matters is how we live and love
and how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard;
are there things you'd like to change?
For you never know how much time is left
that can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough
to consider what's true and real
and always try to understand
the way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger
and show appreciation more
and love the people in our lives
like we've never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect
and more often wear a smile...
remembering that this special dash
might only last a little while.
So when your eulogy is being read
with your life's actions to rehash
would you be proud of the things they say
about how you spent your dash?