Written for dVerse Poetics: It’s Noisy In Here!
Our host, Mish, is asking us to write a poem
of any style dealing with noise. Here’s mine.

The screen hums low, a constant glow,
All day, all night, the stories flow.
A voice explains, a picture screams,
Of far-off lands and broken dreams.
The radio drones, a steady beat,
With headlines harsh, the summertime heat.
Each tragedy, a hurried word,
Another crisis to be heard.
The quiet room, it disappears,
Drowned out by worries, fed by fears.
No space to think, no time to rest,
Just endless news, put to the test.
The mind grows tired, the heart feels strained,
By echoes of a world profaned.
A silent plea begins to rise,
To turn it off, and close our eyes.
NAR©2025
This is “Mexican Radio” by Wall Of Voodoo
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This is my kind of poem! Well crafted and a powerful critique. 👏
Closing our eyes is the desired outcome. This idea is something that I looked at in my poem Core, published today.
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Thank you very much for such a wonderful comment. Greatly appreciated.
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It’s said that laughter is the best medicine – for me, it’s a dose of silence. Shhhh!
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I’m right there with you, dear Keith. 🙊
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Excellent, my friend. The noise is endless, isn’t it? We are forced to turn it off or get sucked in. I particularly loved this stanza:
The quiet room, it disappears,
Drowned out by worries, fed by fears.
No space to think, no time to rest,
Just endless news, put to the test.
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You’re so right! I can’t stand it; it give me agita and a headache!
Thanks so much, cara!
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Anyone with a head gets an ache, I should think!
My pleasure amica cara
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Hahaha! I never thought about that!
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😉😏
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We had a school shooting here (elementary aged) just yesterday. A few deaths, many injuries to the young ones, speculation and political usury choking the media. It makes me tired…
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We saw that on the news. Utterly incomprehensible what goes through someone’s head and now there are dead children. What the hell is wrong with people, with the world??
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Nancy, I really like how “The quiet room, it disappears, / Drowned out by worries, fed by fears” captures that relentless flood of noise from the world.
~David
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When the swelling ocean turns into a tsunami, that’s the time to run for the hills! Thank you, David.
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Nicely done. i think we are becoming a nation of people who are afraid of silence…..
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I’ll take the silence any day over the cacophony of the media. Thanks, Jodi.
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I like this one Nancy, in my opinion, media = fear. Also, I have always loved this song, being only 13 miles from the Mexican border we get a LOT of “Mexican Radio”!
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That’s great, Tiffany …. media = fear. My thoughts exactly. Your comment about Mexican Radio made me laugh. Thanks so much!
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In these times, there is so much real life drama to keep up with but the extra noise of opinions, so called analytics, arguments from news casters, it is over the top and so unnecessary. Canadian news tends to stick more to the facts but even ours veers off the tracks sometimes. I like the way you’ve captured the heaviness of media noise in your poem with ” Drowned out by worries, fed by fears. No space to think, no time to rest”.
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Yes, I agree, Mish. I realize the news anchors are paid to project a certain climate, especially the news programs with five or six anchors loudly exchanging opinions at the same time. It’s fever-pitch fear mongering …. and to what end? I’m very tired of the news being sensationalized, super-sized, itemized and externalized to the point of people being terrorized!
Thanks very much, Mish. I greatly appreciate your comments.
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This is a lovely poem, Nancy and I liked your music also.
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Thanks so much, Jim. Very appreciative.
That’s a kooky song from the 80s which I thought of immediately. It’s never played so I though it would be fun to hear again. The name of my poem is from the lyrics to S&G’s Sound Of Silence which I could have used as well.
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Words of wisdom states it all. Great poem and the song is new to me but I feel it. Have a great day Nancy!!!
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Thanks a lot, Ernie; not sure if it’s wisdom so much as frustration but I greatly appreciate the comment.
That song is from the early 80s; I haven’t heard it in forever but it was the first song I thought of when writing this poem. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Happy Wednesday, Dawg!
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A lot of times frustration invokes wisdom, Happy Hump Day to you too!!!
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I’ll gladly take that compliment! Thanks, Dawg.
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“the mind grows tired, the heart feels strained” says it well. I stopped watching the news. I know it’s childish of me, but I’m taking a hiatus.
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The only thing childish is the drama they call news.
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Spot on, Ernie!
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🙏👍😁
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It’s not childish, Lisa; it’s self-preservation. The new reporters have turned reporting the news into a zoo with their constant jabber and yelling. Many of them love to stir up the hornet’s nest that get’s the viewers riled up, aggravated and frightened. If I watch the news, I want to be informed, not terrified or frustrated. I stay informed by reading the news online.
Thanks for your comment, Lisa. Many feel the same as you do, myself included.
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Thank you, Ernie and Nancy. ❤️❤️
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I have had friends who keep the TV on all day long..Especially distressing when it is the news. Or sports. It is as though no time is left in stillnes to enjoy one’s own thoughts.
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It’s very true. I have friends like that also and one is rather deaf so the TV is blaring and the people in the house are shouting over the TV. It’s a circus! Sad to say but my visits to her house are few and far between. Thanks for a great comment.
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Fab mon amie! Love how you tied it in a bow at the end.
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Grazie, cara mie! That’s exactly how I feel so no better way to end.
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Love the theme of this one Nancy – that last line says it all!🙌
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Thank you, Ange. I can’t take much of the “squawk box” screaming at me. The only sound I like coming out of my radio is music! 🎶
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Yes I agree – I like your terminology of ‘squawk box’, the only time we have it on these days is to watch a series on demand…or of course when hubby wants to watch football 😃
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Very aptly written dear friend.
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Thanks very much, cara.
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My pleasure dear friend
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