the gong goes bong when I hit it with a stick, its a trick to make the gong go bong. i love the gong it makes me feel like i belong.
Taylor Carnevale
I heard a gong sound. I couldn’t tell where the noise was coming from. At first I thought it was ahead of me. But then it seemed to surround me. Bong, Bong, Bong. Incessantly.
Kat
a gong is the only thing i heard. then the monks ran out of the temble, bible! bible! eat this! bounce makes your shirts shine! then the gong hit again and a terrible cat scratched the back of my head. what the hell?
When I hit it as loud as I can, often I will hear a reply:
“Shut the FUCK up. It’s 3:13 in the morning!”
3:13 -> the king of time.
Wilson
Gong. Gong. Gong. A loud sound pierces my ears and yet calms my soul. I think it’s in the echo, beyond the gong. The resounding gradual quieting of the vibration.
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magnolia millions
He emporer did not like the food that was brought to him. His devious looking new chef seemed untrustworthy. The emporer was scared to eat he food he was served so he banged the gong with he mallet and the guards came into he chamber to arrest him. Later that morning he was beheaded at the sound of another gong.
marci
i hear the gong and i start with a bong, my head is high it can’t be wrong… wow! these words are for a song!
ff
it’s funny how you look at that word when you know you’re going on anti-depressants tomorrow. it’s funny how you look at every word. like maybe it’ll be your last because you’re going to lose your mind to numb.
isa
The Gong Show. Yet another thing that helped me to survie the yeraly moves from one home to the next across soughtern america. that and 6 brothers and sisters, a slew of marbles and biccycls and there was no word for loneliness anymore.
betsi
the birds are singing my heart sounds good. No clouds today but a great smile in view.
kika
I believe a gong is like a giant asian cymbal, which is funny because of how tiny asians are. Why would they need a cymbal that big? have you ever seen an asian drummer?
Bobbyandthejets
I beat the gong several times but nobody answered. I put the stick down, took my shoes off and walked in to the temple. A giant baphomet statue looked back at me. I felt a sense of serenity overcome me. It was beautiful.
Verena
The signal of war. The signal of peace. The sound of power.
He banged the gong. It shouldn’t have had such an effect on everyone. It was a loud sound, certainly, a loud hollow ringing that made you want to cover your ears, but he still didn’t expect the reaction. Every single person in the room but him dropped simultaneously to the ground.
time is short, and life is long
make time for others, and stay strong
but don’t ever forget to just play along
maclasch
‘GOOONNNNGGGGG’ the chime sounded as the test finished. I had already finished though so it was okay, I did fine.
Hopefully all my other classmates did well too, I wouldn’t want for any of us to fail and stay back a grade since this test is very important.
Madi
The dinner gong sounded promptly at eight, she knew that now was the time, it was now or never. Quietly closing the bedroom door she went to face her future
gonnnnngggggg. all i think about is the noise. a noise that takes away all the chaotic noises and somehow makes it feel calm…
liburtee
and he went gong when she left him alone in the house
Mayra
At a altar framed by fire, Gods of Nature found praise. Blood dripped, still warm, as wheat was threshed and set to rest by the season’s fruit. Voices rose chanting ancient words, their prayer sealed by the ringing of a gong. Percussively, it rang out into the night, harmonizing with a rising howl in a tradition of times long past.
The room was filled
with underwater strings
pulled thickly.
The restaurant was under water,
the singer
flying above
with wings of gold
and sunshine.
The melody fluttered
through the forests,
the paradise
of jazz.
in one of my travels in china i wanted to buy a huge one from a buddhist monk. I tried to find one in small villages on the mountains. In the temples, in the gardens. I was lost. Until a little girl came. A star. Bright eyes, big smile. She said, I have a secret. It lies in a cave under the sea. Are you sure? I asked. Take me there. Will fly you there.
nad
gong sounds a lot like bong. it’s weird that I jump to that since i don’t even do drugs. I guess i dont really like asian culture so i don’t really jump to that either. michael phelps smoked one… my ex gf was a swimmer so i gave her hell about that
Taylor
She heard it toll
its metallic ring
deep and long
echoing from
the golden gong.
Gong goes the bell of understanding. Suddenly I see the trees for the forest, the daydreams for the life I want to have, the life I want to have for the moment.
Laurel
I dig the heels of my hands into my ears and pray to silence that damn noise. The sound resonates in the backs of my molars, makes the hair on my forearms stand up. I’m too hungover for this, I want to tell my mom, but I don’t think my six year old brother would appreciate that sentiment.
Paula
A gong makes the noise of a thousand echoes upon one beat. Hearts are the same. They have the ability to ripple beyond themselves for times past.
The sound is still ringing in my skull. What a way to end it all. I’d traveled countless miles, seen thousands of faces, spaces, cultures, buildings. Eaten the best and worst time has to offer. And now, at the end of it all, me, a time traveling tourist, am about to be executed because of the only violent perversion of Buddhist teachings in China’s 3750 year old history.
eternal sounding echoing through the dips of the temple, serene and unperturbed, through history ancient and modern, the deep reverberations moving through trees, nature, the body itself
Alan
it rhymes with bong but also reminds me of “bang a gong get your gong get it on” by t-rex. i think of a loud banging sound. gong is a sound like farts. and burbs. gong is an onomopoeia. GONG, going going gone
Sam
buddhism has always been my tradition i’ve never questioned it. Ever since I was born I was supposed to bow at the sound of a gong, I never knew why. I only knew that it was respectful of me to do so. Maybe I should question my actions more. before I start to adhere to them.
the gong goes bong when I hit it with a stick, its a trick to make the gong go bong. i love the gong it makes me feel like i belong.
I heard a gong sound. I couldn’t tell where the noise was coming from. At first I thought it was ahead of me. But then it seemed to surround me. Bong, Bong, Bong. Incessantly.
a gong is the only thing i heard. then the monks ran out of the temble, bible! bible! eat this! bounce makes your shirts shine! then the gong hit again and a terrible cat scratched the back of my head. what the hell?
went the gong for dinner
it was a very hot evening, humid and sticky
The mighty sound, the crash of symbols. An end for time, an end of sound, and above all peace in it’s wake.
Bell sound…peacefull
My gong a talking clock.
When I hit it as loud as I can, often I will hear a reply:
“Shut the FUCK up. It’s 3:13 in the morning!”
3:13 -> the king of time.
Gong. Gong. Gong. A loud sound pierces my ears and yet calms my soul. I think it’s in the echo, beyond the gong. The resounding gradual quieting of the vibration.
sheep dog run listening sounds ruttles stream igloo king siam anna slow bells from far away voice music diamonds crushing
He emporer did not like the food that was brought to him. His devious looking new chef seemed untrustworthy. The emporer was scared to eat he food he was served so he banged the gong with he mallet and the guards came into he chamber to arrest him. Later that morning he was beheaded at the sound of another gong.
i hear the gong and i start with a bong, my head is high it can’t be wrong… wow! these words are for a song!
it’s funny how you look at that word when you know you’re going on anti-depressants tomorrow. it’s funny how you look at every word. like maybe it’ll be your last because you’re going to lose your mind to numb.
The Gong Show. Yet another thing that helped me to survie the yeraly moves from one home to the next across soughtern america. that and 6 brothers and sisters, a slew of marbles and biccycls and there was no word for loneliness anymore.
the birds are singing my heart sounds good. No clouds today but a great smile in view.
I believe a gong is like a giant asian cymbal, which is funny because of how tiny asians are. Why would they need a cymbal that big? have you ever seen an asian drummer?
I beat the gong several times but nobody answered. I put the stick down, took my shoes off and walked in to the temple. A giant baphomet statue looked back at me. I felt a sense of serenity overcome me. It was beautiful.
The signal of war. The signal of peace. The sound of power.
japan
kodo
bang
noise
tokio
church
drums
He banged the gong. It shouldn’t have had such an effect on everyone. It was a loud sound, certainly, a loud hollow ringing that made you want to cover your ears, but he still didn’t expect the reaction. Every single person in the room but him dropped simultaneously to the ground.
At the sound of the gong
open your eyes
one… two … gong.
“Surprise!”
gong gong.hit the ping pong. and get a banging surprise! gong is made of metal
my friend alexandra last weekend under the rain with her super dog pablo and her friends meditating on yoga on the mud
bang the gong
don’t just stand there, sing along
time is short, and life is long
make time for others, and stay strong
but don’t ever forget to just play along
‘GOOONNNNGGGGG’ the chime sounded as the test finished. I had already finished though so it was okay, I did fine.
Hopefully all my other classmates did well too, I wouldn’t want for any of us to fail and stay back a grade since this test is very important.
The dinner gong sounded promptly at eight, she knew that now was the time, it was now or never. Quietly closing the bedroom door she went to face her future
gonnnnngggggg. all i think about is the noise. a noise that takes away all the chaotic noises and somehow makes it feel calm…
and he went gong when she left him alone in the house
At a altar framed by fire, Gods of Nature found praise. Blood dripped, still warm, as wheat was threshed and set to rest by the season’s fruit. Voices rose chanting ancient words, their prayer sealed by the ringing of a gong. Percussively, it rang out into the night, harmonizing with a rising howl in a tradition of times long past.
The room was filled
with underwater strings
pulled thickly.
The restaurant was under water,
the singer
flying above
with wings of gold
and sunshine.
The melody fluttered
through the forests,
the paradise
of jazz.
gong……….king of the bongo bong??
in one of my travels in china i wanted to buy a huge one from a buddhist monk. I tried to find one in small villages on the mountains. In the temples, in the gardens. I was lost. Until a little girl came. A star. Bright eyes, big smile. She said, I have a secret. It lies in a cave under the sea. Are you sure? I asked. Take me there. Will fly you there.
gong sounds a lot like bong. it’s weird that I jump to that since i don’t even do drugs. I guess i dont really like asian culture so i don’t really jump to that either. michael phelps smoked one… my ex gf was a swimmer so i gave her hell about that
She heard it toll
its metallic ring
deep and long
echoing from
the golden gong.
Gong goes the bell of understanding. Suddenly I see the trees for the forest, the daydreams for the life I want to have, the life I want to have for the moment.
I dig the heels of my hands into my ears and pray to silence that damn noise. The sound resonates in the backs of my molars, makes the hair on my forearms stand up. I’m too hungover for this, I want to tell my mom, but I don’t think my six year old brother would appreciate that sentiment.
A gong makes the noise of a thousand echoes upon one beat. Hearts are the same. They have the ability to ripple beyond themselves for times past.
The sound is still ringing in my skull. What a way to end it all. I’d traveled countless miles, seen thousands of faces, spaces, cultures, buildings. Eaten the best and worst time has to offer. And now, at the end of it all, me, a time traveling tourist, am about to be executed because of the only violent perversion of Buddhist teachings in China’s 3750 year old history.
eternal sounding echoing through the dips of the temple, serene and unperturbed, through history ancient and modern, the deep reverberations moving through trees, nature, the body itself
it rhymes with bong but also reminds me of “bang a gong get your gong get it on” by t-rex. i think of a loud banging sound. gong is a sound like farts. and burbs. gong is an onomopoeia. GONG, going going gone
buddhism has always been my tradition i’ve never questioned it. Ever since I was born I was supposed to bow at the sound of a gong, I never knew why. I only knew that it was respectful of me to do so. Maybe I should question my actions more. before I start to adhere to them.