"Sonar..." Stella whispered when she figured out Chinatsu's attack. #Sound managed to rupture crowds causing their organs to pop. If Jin was to face her, he would have to destroy the DJ booth and the physical media. Knowing him, the simple solution would be fire. #vss365

I dont know
But I been told
The fascists here are getting bold

Ice cold thugs
Out on my streets
But I know how they can be beat

#sound off
One two
Sound off
Three four

Get it done at the ballot box
Cause these jokers want a war

#vss365 #writingcommunity #halfbadpoetry #take2

She jumps up with a trill, then the #sound of her purr tells me it's time to drop everything and show love to my kitty cat. It's never long, but all my attention must be focused on her for those few minutes befoe she reasserts herself as a strong and independent female.
#vss365

Freedom #sounds
Like a pen scratch
Dont forget to sign your ballot

#vss365 #writingcommunity #halfbadpoetry

Had written this about a month back, and coincidentally fits in today’s #vss365 prompt #sound.
After “The End of the World” by Sylvia Dee

#Oulens #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #poetry

Gimme #sound byte snippets
to bolster our arguments
which we of the thought collective
will dutifully carry to the field of ideas

WE SCREAM WITH ONE VOICE

VOLUME AND REPETITION

Move the needle
of fickle public opinion
toward the approved conclusions

Serve up the bullshit

Rinse and spit

#vss365

Over the hum of freeway

Beyond drone of dishwasher

Cool morning sound, alive and expectant

Call of crow, chatter of sparrow

The day awakens

#vss365 #sound

My dieting husband is found
On a kitchen chair - clothed, gagged, and bound
The cops look my way
"FRANK, TELL THEM!" I say
But no food in means no outgoing #sound

#vss365
#limerick

What's that #sound‽

Those are the mites protesting.

Mites? Protesting⸮

You need a microphone & amplifier with noise reduction to discern but they're complaining about my dust collection.

Your dust collection

I've taken years to collect dust from all over the county & they want it back.

#vss365

I remember
those
first albums
Simon & Garfunkel
Bob Dylan
Neil Diamond
Joni Mitchell
but
Paul Simon's
Sound of Silence
was
a
favourite
Hello darkness my
old friend
captured
my adolescent
longings
as I would
sit watching
the rain fall
thinking
life
was so unfair
looking
for someone
#vss365

#vss365 #haiku
Echoes fade out in #sound
fast enough to invite silence louder
than wind sadness of tears.
youtu.be/r-PqDcNNj1M?...

Let me be your sanctuary,
the refuge where you lie
in sweet abandon, gazing at stars,
cradled by billowing winds and whistling sounds.
Lifting spirits, letting go,
smashing old myths,
healing scars, embracing change.
Giving in to temptation,
and receiving love.

~rev
#vss365

'There's a parcel for you, Pixie.'
'Excellent, my #sound cancelling earplugs.'
'Oh, ha, ha. I suppose they're for my harp recital.'
'Of course not, Gabe. I wouldn't dream of it. They're for your night-time snoring. Now I just need the air filter for your-'
'PIXIE!'
#vss365

#vss365

Quietude is also a #sound
White noise for the soul
An illuminated brook
whispering encouragement
leading one to the
river of stillness...

She would never forget the #sound the angels made when they arrived, a wailing like 1,000 tornado sirens, echoing, reverberating, impossible to escape no matter how deep you hid or how you covered your ears. Later, she saw those who'd pierced their eardrums to deafen it. Still, they heard. #vss365

A dark cemetery stroll
Soft ground and fresh holes
No one's around
Nary a sound
No bones rattle
No voices of the dead
The outside air is empty
It's all in my head
#vss365 #sound #poetry

In the queue is a man, tattooed and t-shirted. You imagine tracing the ink on his skin, while his hands grip your hips. The #sounds your bodies would make. His order is called, then yours. As your kids bite into their burgers, you watch him walk out, join the slipstream of strangers.
#vss365

still doppler
my mouth curls into
the soundless
#vss365 #senryu

There it was again. That #sound. It wasn’t the furnace. Maybe it was the water heater—so many things in an older house.

She nudged her spouse. “What is that?”

“Huh?”

“That noise.”

“Third step from the top. Each one has its own squeak.” He closed his eyes.

“But we’re alone.” #vss365