Loud, reverberating noises emitting from a large percussion cymbal. The sound of destruction, fear, terror, horror, and yet it possesses a sound of utmost beauty.
James
the sound of a gong can be something exciting: the end of class, meditation, a period. or it can be the beginning, let’s sound the gong, let’s do go for another year, and make it so incredibly fantastic as it can be. DOOOOOOOOOOOING.
iamsheep
just noise. big loud noise. like when your sitting in the middle of fireworks and all you can hear are those loud boooms. all through your body you can feel it. like every part of you is feeling it
asha
Gong? How am I supposed to write about a gong?
Aside from the fact that it’s a well-known object that implies power. With a mythical suggestion behind it I suppose…
It implies the power to make things happen?
Matt Conti
lud, don’t be to close to it. Probably ruin your ears. Been around for a long time. Nothing new, not used really anymore, maybe in a symphonie or something of the sort. mostly for sound effect, not really a musical instrument.
Aaron
The going sounds pound through my heart as the battle begins. Soldiers from every side attack the greatness that was once our ruler. This is mutiny at it’s best. I once knew these people well, the men who stand before me. But now they are all revenging beasts that know what right in their hearts. Odd to think of that.
Annalisa Foster
the man with the stick seems quite
redundant in the repetitive striking motions made
at the round plated metal disc that seems insistent
on telling you intrusive sounds that drive everyone else into senseless acts of cultural significance
the gathering of fools i should say
kuri
the gong vibrated and all I could feel was the air molecules going through my bones, my bones that felt hollow as I stood a minuscule ant beside the gigantic temple. the temple of my ancestors, of my past life, of lives to come. and yet I felt so distinctly apart from the world, as if there was a shroud covering me telling me that I was different.
Claire
oh heavens all i can think of is the gong show…so cheesy, so 70’s. People willing to do anything for a chance to be on TV. Not so different now with all the reality shows. Who would want to do that?
Kalliope
I remeber ti word meaning,,,The gong show I entertained me aloy when I wa young. Thinking about it now////dumb what a waste of time
athy
The gong calls many things: it calls people to let them know when to eat.
It also advises the dead to help the living who need guidance and support in their quest for happiness.
The gong is an ancient piece of gold that makes a loud sound like a clap of thunder.
Craig Jones
the toll of the gong calls to her –
head pounding, blood rushing, knife slicing;
one cut deep enough and…
it’s all over.
apoet'sfingertips
Chuck Barris and Gene Gene
Gene
gong, a beautiful sound…. when i hear a gong i think about my summer, i think about the people i love and the people i work with, when i hear a gong i think about all these things and thus, i think about him. i think about how much control he has over me and how much i love him.
mikayla
A gong is a bell that makes a very loud song. It also reminds me of those ancient bells that you hear in China or Japan at Shaolin temples.
A gong is a peaceful state of mind, a zen meditation garden where all is lost to the world.
jason Blacker
My mind’s gong went off and I ran, mentally, through the maze of guilt, shame and humiliation that accompanies a crime. Nothing new in a day in the life of a failure.
J
the drum major lifted her hands. It was time for the show to start. As everyone on the field lifted their instruments, the girl at the gong lifted her mallets. She was the first note’s impact, the tone on which the rest of the band carried, and without that hit, the effect was lost.
Tori
I loved that old TV show where the gong sounded. You know, the one where people did silly things, and were judged on their talent. The night that all of the performers sang the same song was a classic… Can’t thing of the name of the song at all.
Alison
time to start now stop i dont hear it do you?
yep
It chimes with a splendor that no one can place. A certain chime that rings out, and disturbs peace. Yet brings it as well. Birds chirp along with the ringing tones and fly to a quieter place, and continue the afternoon. The sounds stops, and life goes on.
Dayna
One
time seems to distill
into small droplets of space
that
two
tell us more about ourselves
than about the world around us
Three
That become small droplets
we look through
Four
Seeing the world from only
the bottom of our fish bowl
Chelsea
gong show. a loud noise. we had a gong in the back of the band room when i was in high school. we didn’t use it a whole lot. actually, i think it was only used one time in four years. much needed and impactful.
emily
I think of the noise that it makes, the ringing whoosh noise that resonates around the room. Then all is silent. That’s what I think about when I hear gong. It’s a noise word.
Sienna Hahka
Gong! The pressure of writing quickly. If this were a game show I’m sure I’d hear a gong. I’d be out, gone, the looser. Ahhh! How can I ever get used to writing again? Just keep going!
Stephanie
It was a piece of art, the gong that hung in the main hall of the palace. Round, polished to a sheen by those who were called to their places by it’s reverberating tones, it was feared and hated by those around it…they chose to wish it gone. Prayed it would be destroyed by someone, anyone.
However, Sisiter Mary Patrick refused to change out the old ways, and kept it in place, ignoring the rolled eyes and heavy sighs of the uniformed students under her care, secretly enjoying their discomfort.
quin browne
I keep going back to China, but only in my mind. My heart, my soul felt something there that I had never experienced before, moment of pure freedom, of bliss, of being as far as I would ever be…
Taddy
i remember you. standing there in your skater outfit banging on that old gong to call in the little kids. you didn’t want to be there at that church function anymore than i did. but you had community service to do and i, i had a boy friend to please.
kat the great
Distant sound, echo that penetrates the depths of my soul, or is it just a thought that makes its way inwards? Evocations of emerald waters, water lilies and giant gold fish, light marble and such peace…
Taddy
The sound echoed, a vibration that gave the air chills. The opening of a door, the passing of time. The meaning of the sound as meaningless as it was profound to all who witnessed it.
C-ko
Gong, what does that even mean?
Makes me think of bongs…
haha oh goodness, I won’t go into that topic!
Katie
Looks like going. When will you come. Im gone sorry to have left you. But down your bong. Come home to your family where you belong. Going going gone.
C. Larkins
The gong rang, the fight was over. Ah victory, nothing was sweeter. Or so I thought. That is until I learned what it was like to lose, I don’t speak of a fight of course. I mean losing oneself, giving up all control and just being free. Finally, truly free.
J. M. Tomes
gong, it reminds of the middle age of India. Kings are walking over the elephants and people strike the gongs to signal there arrival. The elephants look majestic, and the gongs usee
ajay
Singular, tidal clap; in the beginning there was nothing; then came sound; then came us. Everything can be traced down to the original sound: silence.
Kaizar
GONG MAKES ME THINK OF THE GONG THE BIG CYMBAL LOOKING THINK THEY HIT WHEN YOURE DISQUALIFIED FOR SOMETHING – ALSO RHYMES WITH BONG I USED TO SMOKE A LOT BUT QUIT TO JOIN THE ARMY – I DONT EVEN WANT IT ANYMORE HA IMAGINE THAT GONG IM
LNG
The sound was powerful – my head seemed to be ringing from the inside out. I knew of course what it was. This is how it felt every time. It was a miraculous feeling, giving power to the mind.
Jeff
I hear the distance sound of an ancient gong, resonate through my body, calling me asking me questions
bethany
Bang that gong, baby. Bring me home with its dulcent tones and make my spirit soar. Bang that gong, baby and bring me back home to you.
jason
The gong rang out through the damp night air. The crisp reverberations vibrated my mind as I sat in the chair waiting for the lights to come from the horizon. There was little time, I knew they would be here soon.
makaid
gong !!! and the time starts. gong !!! and the time ends. Every time gong beats, the heart skips a beat. Such is the power of gong !!!
Loud, reverberating noises emitting from a large percussion cymbal. The sound of destruction, fear, terror, horror, and yet it possesses a sound of utmost beauty.
the sound of a gong can be something exciting: the end of class, meditation, a period. or it can be the beginning, let’s sound the gong, let’s do go for another year, and make it so incredibly fantastic as it can be. DOOOOOOOOOOOING.
just noise. big loud noise. like when your sitting in the middle of fireworks and all you can hear are those loud boooms. all through your body you can feel it. like every part of you is feeling it
Gong? How am I supposed to write about a gong?
Aside from the fact that it’s a well-known object that implies power. With a mythical suggestion behind it I suppose…
It implies the power to make things happen?
lud, don’t be to close to it. Probably ruin your ears. Been around for a long time. Nothing new, not used really anymore, maybe in a symphonie or something of the sort. mostly for sound effect, not really a musical instrument.
The going sounds pound through my heart as the battle begins. Soldiers from every side attack the greatness that was once our ruler. This is mutiny at it’s best. I once knew these people well, the men who stand before me. But now they are all revenging beasts that know what right in their hearts. Odd to think of that.
the man with the stick seems quite
redundant in the repetitive striking motions made
at the round plated metal disc that seems insistent
on telling you intrusive sounds that drive everyone else into senseless acts of cultural significance
the gathering of fools i should say
the gong vibrated and all I could feel was the air molecules going through my bones, my bones that felt hollow as I stood a minuscule ant beside the gigantic temple. the temple of my ancestors, of my past life, of lives to come. and yet I felt so distinctly apart from the world, as if there was a shroud covering me telling me that I was different.
oh heavens all i can think of is the gong show…so cheesy, so 70’s. People willing to do anything for a chance to be on TV. Not so different now with all the reality shows. Who would want to do that?
I remeber ti word meaning,,,The gong show I entertained me aloy when I wa young. Thinking about it now////dumb what a waste of time
The gong calls many things: it calls people to let them know when to eat.
It also advises the dead to help the living who need guidance and support in their quest for happiness.
The gong is an ancient piece of gold that makes a loud sound like a clap of thunder.
the toll of the gong calls to her –
head pounding, blood rushing, knife slicing;
one cut deep enough and…
it’s all over.
Chuck Barris and Gene Gene
gong, a beautiful sound…. when i hear a gong i think about my summer, i think about the people i love and the people i work with, when i hear a gong i think about all these things and thus, i think about him. i think about how much control he has over me and how much i love him.
A gong is a bell that makes a very loud song. It also reminds me of those ancient bells that you hear in China or Japan at Shaolin temples.
A gong is a peaceful state of mind, a zen meditation garden where all is lost to the world.
My mind’s gong went off and I ran, mentally, through the maze of guilt, shame and humiliation that accompanies a crime. Nothing new in a day in the life of a failure.
the drum major lifted her hands. It was time for the show to start. As everyone on the field lifted their instruments, the girl at the gong lifted her mallets. She was the first note’s impact, the tone on which the rest of the band carried, and without that hit, the effect was lost.
I loved that old TV show where the gong sounded. You know, the one where people did silly things, and were judged on their talent. The night that all of the performers sang the same song was a classic… Can’t thing of the name of the song at all.
time to start now stop i dont hear it do you?
It chimes with a splendor that no one can place. A certain chime that rings out, and disturbs peace. Yet brings it as well. Birds chirp along with the ringing tones and fly to a quieter place, and continue the afternoon. The sounds stops, and life goes on.
One
time seems to distill
into small droplets of space
that
two
tell us more about ourselves
than about the world around us
Three
That become small droplets
we look through
Four
Seeing the world from only
the bottom of our fish bowl
gong show. a loud noise. we had a gong in the back of the band room when i was in high school. we didn’t use it a whole lot. actually, i think it was only used one time in four years. much needed and impactful.
I think of the noise that it makes, the ringing whoosh noise that resonates around the room. Then all is silent. That’s what I think about when I hear gong. It’s a noise word.
Gong! The pressure of writing quickly. If this were a game show I’m sure I’d hear a gong. I’d be out, gone, the looser. Ahhh! How can I ever get used to writing again? Just keep going!
It was a piece of art, the gong that hung in the main hall of the palace. Round, polished to a sheen by those who were called to their places by it’s reverberating tones, it was feared and hated by those around it…they chose to wish it gone. Prayed it would be destroyed by someone, anyone.
However, Sisiter Mary Patrick refused to change out the old ways, and kept it in place, ignoring the rolled eyes and heavy sighs of the uniformed students under her care, secretly enjoying their discomfort.
I keep going back to China, but only in my mind. My heart, my soul felt something there that I had never experienced before, moment of pure freedom, of bliss, of being as far as I would ever be…
i remember you. standing there in your skater outfit banging on that old gong to call in the little kids. you didn’t want to be there at that church function anymore than i did. but you had community service to do and i, i had a boy friend to please.
Distant sound, echo that penetrates the depths of my soul, or is it just a thought that makes its way inwards? Evocations of emerald waters, water lilies and giant gold fish, light marble and such peace…
The sound echoed, a vibration that gave the air chills. The opening of a door, the passing of time. The meaning of the sound as meaningless as it was profound to all who witnessed it.
Gong, what does that even mean?
Makes me think of bongs…
haha oh goodness, I won’t go into that topic!
Looks like going. When will you come. Im gone sorry to have left you. But down your bong. Come home to your family where you belong. Going going gone.
The gong rang, the fight was over. Ah victory, nothing was sweeter. Or so I thought. That is until I learned what it was like to lose, I don’t speak of a fight of course. I mean losing oneself, giving up all control and just being free. Finally, truly free.
gong, it reminds of the middle age of India. Kings are walking over the elephants and people strike the gongs to signal there arrival. The elephants look majestic, and the gongs usee
Singular, tidal clap; in the beginning there was nothing; then came sound; then came us. Everything can be traced down to the original sound: silence.
GONG MAKES ME THINK OF THE GONG THE BIG CYMBAL LOOKING THINK THEY HIT WHEN YOURE DISQUALIFIED FOR SOMETHING – ALSO RHYMES WITH BONG I USED TO SMOKE A LOT BUT QUIT TO JOIN THE ARMY – I DONT EVEN WANT IT ANYMORE HA IMAGINE THAT GONG IM
The sound was powerful – my head seemed to be ringing from the inside out. I knew of course what it was. This is how it felt every time. It was a miraculous feeling, giving power to the mind.
I hear the distance sound of an ancient gong, resonate through my body, calling me asking me questions
Bang that gong, baby. Bring me home with its dulcent tones and make my spirit soar. Bang that gong, baby and bring me back home to you.
The gong rang out through the damp night air. The crisp reverberations vibrated my mind as I sat in the chair waiting for the lights to come from the horizon. There was little time, I knew they would be here soon.
gong !!! and the time starts. gong !!! and the time ends. Every time gong beats, the heart skips a beat. Such is the power of gong !!!