Gong! Those things you hit that make a big crashing cymbal noise. Pretty awesome stuff. I remember there was a gong in the jazz room in high school. At least I think there was.
JF
Gong. Crash. Bang. The sound of catastrophe and yet love ringing ever loudly. PLAY THOSE GONGS. Sing terror. Sing happiness. Hear peace. The end and the high point.
When the gong rings, I run for supper; to the big round table with deep notches. Maybe it’ll be a hamburger, freshly cooked by Aunt Sue. Or maybe it’ll be a bowl of rice, sticky and salty. The possibilities are endless; my mouth waters.
becca
When the gong went off I dropped the pick axe. It was done. I stared at the blood and gore dripping from my hands, wiped them on my jeans and went to claim my prize.
The gong is one thing I know that can make time go slower. The echo of its noises reaches every particle of being, before evaporating into a building suspense–shaking hearts and eyes that run back and forth as if to push the clock forward.
My first memory with a gong is from my elementary school music room. There was a gong on top of the piano. It felt sacred and no one wanted to touch it because it gave off such a loud noise, but everyone wanted to make the noise because it was so other-worldly.
I never knew what love was until I met you, now I realise it is the only thing that matters in this world. If I could leave one thing behind it would be that people could feel my love.
“Ring the gong,” he said.
“I don’t want to,” replied the little girl. “Mrs. McGowan said not to touch it.”
“She’s not in here, is she?”
“Well she’ll hear it!”
Kim
gong gong gong.
reminds me of my World History class with all those dynasties. finding a tomb of a chinese emperor with his ceramic soldiers and treasures.. gong!
gong goes bang at the end of bohemian rhapsody, gongs are cool and make a very big noise. there was once a gong on glee…it was very random
Holly
japanese. they use this to start things. like matches. or fights. it sounds like a drum. a really loud drum. its metal and varies in sizes. you use a stick to hit it.
I just looked this up. Gong. An Asian instrument you hit with a mallet. Gong. If it’s not important, if i don’t use it everyday, then why do I feel so ashamed for not remembering? Gong. Gone from my memory.
banging a gong china mulan going gong going the noise echoes something beautiful but not very contemporary can be tacky like in hitch sometimes means something else
sha
The loud resounding sound of the bell echoed in the halls of the Manor. The children perked up at the sound and scurried to the front of the house to see what the surprise was.
steph
when i was younger i used to love to watch mtv. oh my goodness I watched it so much. I also loved hanson. So, when hanson, went on mtv for this show, say what karaoke, i HAD to watch it. So i tuned in, and they would judge people’s karaoke performances. If you were bad, you got “gonged.”
The gong at the Asian restaurant was very loud. It brought me to a time i visited japan and met the culture. How does that gong personify that group of people? How amazing the power of one crash.
Stephen M.
I think of a giant bell which reminds me of bells in japan. And when I think of Japan I think of their animes and their ideas of romance. Which does excite the average American in my opinion. Ohhh if only such things existed as romance xD Which in HIghschool it really doesn’t. What can I say, guys are jerks.
Comquat
chinese guys banging on that reverberating metal thing, vibrates in my brain my heart my soul, shakes the whole world’s timbers so loud you can’t even note your next latte or cappucino.
The gong sounded, harsh and loud in the peaceful quiet of the monastery, but no one reacted as though it were frightening or alarming – it was expected. Subject 16 tensed, but pulled back, allowing the one whose eyes he was seeing through to move on his own without influence. There would be a time for him to get involved, but now wasn’t it.
I heard the gong pulsing from across the courtyard. I turned, and you were there, the paddle in your hand. Tears wet your cheeks, and your mouth hung open, silent. The sound reverberated through my body, and I felt you touch me.
Mr. A
i rung the gong for the fourth time today. being head chef is so demanding. and its only snack time. these royal people ask too much of me. make this, make that. i’m no slave, just an employee.
Kara
The crash simply filled the room, filling everyone’s ears, like a hot sauce burn in a mouth, or honey pouring through a funnel. It was too loud, but that was okay. It was full, and that is the sort of sound everyone loves to hear. full.
Allison.
chinese noises symbolizing the beginning and end.life? Round, metal, cold.
Ryan
the director flicks his baton at the small boy clad in a black tux. The director stares. The kid lifts a mallet and CLANG! Its the gong.
Molly H.
He lifts the mallet and swishes his arms to aim at the golden gong. It makes a loud noise that can wake up people, yet he stands there, eyes sullen, heart heavy, body tired.
the chinese use gongs in order to actually i have no idea. maybe it is to signify dinner, but i have a feeling it actually has more to do with resperct.
Lauren
I hear a gong sound early in the morning. It signals the dawn of a new day, the awakening of a new opportunity. I slowly rise out of bed, get dressed, prepare for what’s to come.
Lucci
The band hall. A place of many mysteries. There sits the strange gong. It is only used in a few songs. Is often hit by a random tennis ball or curious jock passing through.
i went to a chineese restarunt called khans and we orderd these fried spicy noodles. they cook them right in front of you and when there done you hit a gong and they all applode and say thank you in veitnamise.
Taylor
the china leaves sway in the distance and you still fade
you walk away, for you can’t stand the heat and you’re too late
in telling me to lose my individuality
so you freeze on mind frames of taking freedoms that belong to no one
and time moves on
leaving me ever changing
ever growing
yet the same in every way
i am still she who is loved by your soul
no matter the gems that encase my body
i AM your soul
accept me
andy Ell
gong!!!! smash crash boom the kid in the back of the band has never been so happy as to when he learned that he got to hit the mighty beast of an instrument
holly
the gong was struck by the mighty monk in the library where it rang beautifully.
stan
The gong rang in his ears, a rich, tribal sound that made his heart race. Soon – it would all unfold very, very soon. And he would have his sweet revenge.
the gong show a crazy event that the asshatters get going, usually involving horspower or atleast wheels, and lots of people/friends getting together summer is the prime season for it.
Gong! Those things you hit that make a big crashing cymbal noise. Pretty awesome stuff. I remember there was a gong in the jazz room in high school. At least I think there was.
Gong. Crash. Bang. The sound of catastrophe and yet love ringing ever loudly. PLAY THOSE GONGS. Sing terror. Sing happiness. Hear peace. The end and the high point.
When the gong rings, I run for supper; to the big round table with deep notches. Maybe it’ll be a hamburger, freshly cooked by Aunt Sue. Or maybe it’ll be a bowl of rice, sticky and salty. The possibilities are endless; my mouth waters.
When the gong went off I dropped the pick axe. It was done. I stared at the blood and gore dripping from my hands, wiped them on my jeans and went to claim my prize.
The gong is one thing I know that can make time go slower. The echo of its noises reaches every particle of being, before evaporating into a building suspense–shaking hearts and eyes that run back and forth as if to push the clock forward.
My first memory with a gong is from my elementary school music room. There was a gong on top of the piano. It felt sacred and no one wanted to touch it because it gave off such a loud noise, but everyone wanted to make the noise because it was so other-worldly.
I never knew what love was until I met you, now I realise it is the only thing that matters in this world. If I could leave one thing behind it would be that people could feel my love.
“Ring the gong,” he said.
“I don’t want to,” replied the little girl. “Mrs. McGowan said not to touch it.”
“She’s not in here, is she?”
“Well she’ll hear it!”
gong gong gong.
reminds me of my World History class with all those dynasties. finding a tomb of a chinese emperor with his ceramic soldiers and treasures.. gong!
gong goes bang at the end of bohemian rhapsody, gongs are cool and make a very big noise. there was once a gong on glee…it was very random
japanese. they use this to start things. like matches. or fights. it sounds like a drum. a really loud drum. its metal and varies in sizes. you use a stick to hit it.
The gong bangs at the sun rise. The world awakens, a new golden day is upon us. I hate mornings.
I just looked this up. Gong. An Asian instrument you hit with a mallet. Gong. If it’s not important, if i don’t use it everyday, then why do I feel so ashamed for not remembering? Gong. Gone from my memory.
banging a gong china mulan going gong going the noise echoes something beautiful but not very contemporary can be tacky like in hitch sometimes means something else
The loud resounding sound of the bell echoed in the halls of the Manor. The children perked up at the sound and scurried to the front of the house to see what the surprise was.
when i was younger i used to love to watch mtv. oh my goodness I watched it so much. I also loved hanson. So, when hanson, went on mtv for this show, say what karaoke, i HAD to watch it. So i tuned in, and they would judge people’s karaoke performances. If you were bad, you got “gonged.”
asses. bang a…going going… women. wonderment. Why? harrowing. sudaphed. misanthrope. dirty deeds. he’s home.
loud, reverberating sound.
As is if an alarm set off in her head, what am I doing!
The gong at the Asian restaurant was very loud. It brought me to a time i visited japan and met the culture. How does that gong personify that group of people? How amazing the power of one crash.
I think of a giant bell which reminds me of bells in japan. And when I think of Japan I think of their animes and their ideas of romance. Which does excite the average American in my opinion. Ohhh if only such things existed as romance xD Which in HIghschool it really doesn’t. What can I say, guys are jerks.
chinese guys banging on that reverberating metal thing, vibrates in my brain my heart my soul, shakes the whole world’s timbers so loud you can’t even note your next latte or cappucino.
Heh.
Gong.
That’s a
Funny word.
Gong.
Heh, heh.
The gong sounded, harsh and loud in the peaceful quiet of the monastery, but no one reacted as though it were frightening or alarming – it was expected. Subject 16 tensed, but pulled back, allowing the one whose eyes he was seeing through to move on his own without influence. There would be a time for him to get involved, but now wasn’t it.
I heard the gong pulsing from across the courtyard. I turned, and you were there, the paddle in your hand. Tears wet your cheeks, and your mouth hung open, silent. The sound reverberated through my body, and I felt you touch me.
i rung the gong for the fourth time today. being head chef is so demanding. and its only snack time. these royal people ask too much of me. make this, make that. i’m no slave, just an employee.
The crash simply filled the room, filling everyone’s ears, like a hot sauce burn in a mouth, or honey pouring through a funnel. It was too loud, but that was okay. It was full, and that is the sort of sound everyone loves to hear. full.
chinese noises symbolizing the beginning and end.life? Round, metal, cold.
the director flicks his baton at the small boy clad in a black tux. The director stares. The kid lifts a mallet and CLANG! Its the gong.
He lifts the mallet and swishes his arms to aim at the golden gong. It makes a loud noise that can wake up people, yet he stands there, eyes sullen, heart heavy, body tired.
I hit my bong long and strong and sing like a gong, call me killaa King Kong!
the chinese use gongs in order to actually i have no idea. maybe it is to signify dinner, but i have a feeling it actually has more to do with resperct.
I hear a gong sound early in the morning. It signals the dawn of a new day, the awakening of a new opportunity. I slowly rise out of bed, get dressed, prepare for what’s to come.
The band hall. A place of many mysteries. There sits the strange gong. It is only used in a few songs. Is often hit by a random tennis ball or curious jock passing through.
i went to a chineese restarunt called khans and we orderd these fried spicy noodles. they cook them right in front of you and when there done you hit a gong and they all applode and say thank you in veitnamise.
the china leaves sway in the distance and you still fade
you walk away, for you can’t stand the heat and you’re too late
in telling me to lose my individuality
so you freeze on mind frames of taking freedoms that belong to no one
and time moves on
leaving me ever changing
ever growing
yet the same in every way
i am still she who is loved by your soul
no matter the gems that encase my body
i AM your soul
accept me
gong!!!! smash crash boom the kid in the back of the band has never been so happy as to when he learned that he got to hit the mighty beast of an instrument
the gong was struck by the mighty monk in the library where it rang beautifully.
The gong rang in his ears, a rich, tribal sound that made his heart race. Soon – it would all unfold very, very soon. And he would have his sweet revenge.
the gong show a crazy event that the asshatters get going, usually involving horspower or atleast wheels, and lots of people/friends getting together summer is the prime season for it.