If the minute hand was a sonar scan
searching for a moment
when I wasn’t thinking of you,
it would turn up with nothing.
Because your eyes are at ten and two,
and I’m staring at you
like a kid stuck in class,
counting the seconds
until I can be with you again.
If I count until you’re mine,
I’ll be counting ’til the end of time.
It’s dark and damp. All my bones ache. I don’t know how everyone else can stand to be folded up like this all night, just waiting for it to get dark. It’s unbearable for me! Why aren’t I like the rest of them? Why can’t I just be normal? What if I’m not really a bat?!
i’m not sure what to say about the word Sonar. All i can think is that bats use an internal sonar to locate their food. but that’s more echolocation. So i don’t know. I keep associating the word whale with sonar; not sure why.
The sonar on my radio was picking up weird signals. The voices were just so full of static and I couldn’t understand a thing… Then, suddenly, silence. I checked that the radio was on, and it was. So, I tried changing the station, but every station was the same. The breaks on my car screeched as I heard a, “Hello, Bellanie..” come out of the speakers. Did the radio just say my name? A name that my parents had made up on their own when I was born? I didn’t know anyone else with my name, and it terrified me.
I wish we had developed our own sonar
Somehow
When we were together
A flawed system–
Bats and whales would interfere
–So I could send you signals now
And you’d think of me
Before you’d see a smooth white hill
Like a moving island
Thin leather flitter over trees in midday
The rarity of a shooting star
Sonar stands for sound navigation and ranging, a technology used by ships to detect moving objects like submarines underwater. It is believed that dolphins have this ability too.
Sonar… All I think of is boats and stuff. I like boats there cool. I’m a captain of a boat! And my friend Ella is the first mate and Alli is the deck boss.
i wish i was blind just like the bats that fly around my house at night.
that way i would echolocation to find my way around and i wouldn’t have to look at your face every day. i would give anything for pale blue irises and a walking cane.
my eyes are locked in the direction of the sun.
Okay, so I guess you only get one word per day. Which is really lame, it should just keep randomizing words. But, the only thing I can relate a sonar too is bats and dolphins. They use sound sonars to locate distances, and things around them. Eye sight isn’t good enough for predators sometimes. cool for evolution to come up with that.
a sonar reminds me of dolphins, they use sound sonars to figure out distances, like bats. which is cool. and I picture the round beams that people use to draw sonars. 60 seconds is a long time, hahahaha.
Locally, sonars were used as an explosive coordinator for lost little stars, gliding along the ebb and flow the the galaxy. I think they have the right answer to the wrong question.
Whales use sonar don’t they? Oh wait, nope. Submarines! Submarines are cool, I guess. They’re like underwater planes, sorta.. I’ve never been in one. I’d like to change that. I think they have a ride or something like that over at Disneyland. Finding Nemo.
“Sir, I think we’ve found the location of the jets, we’ve picked up their sonar,” a man with black head phones told his commander, staring at a dark screen with dots.
“Send the coordinates to the troops! We’ll shoot them out of the sky!”
“Yes sir!”
Rays of perceptive little fingers scurrying away away, running over everything and feeling it’s surface, and then getting bitten by a mass of object large enough to turn their tails and scuttle back to their base and sign frantically what they have not seen.
it reminds me of another word to say sun. it is very pretty maybe a name. it reminds me of warmth and happiness. and just the world and general. i feel happy and it rolls of my tongue exoticly. if thats how you spell it im not sure exactly. i just see the sun.
sonar communications in the deep; whale to whale to dolphin to maybe a seagoing rabbit or two. Platypuses, for their part, have a sixth sense–reading electrical signals from prey and perhaps other creatures. Cool, ain’t it–just learned that today.
Blip. Blip. Blip. The sounds of sonar drone on and on. Laurie sits in her mini-submarine, waiting for her life’s work. The dark ocean floor gleams in the moonlight. She is not so deep in the ocean, but not so shallow so as not to matter. She drifts in and out of sleep, her eyelids heavy and watered down… And then she hears the bloop, rises from her seat, and stares in every orifice of the submarine. But she doesn’t find what she is looking for. It is gone, once again. The sonar lies.
I heard the sonar through the ocean while the whales went past the beeping finding a mate for the next winters journey. I think was swallowed by the fellow whale and then found my real father, a fisherman who was eaten 17 years ago, on the day of my birth. Confused about the situation, i didn’t know what to say to him besides hello, my name is Taylor Broaddus. I am a girl, and your my dad.
He saw the blip on the sonar. They all did. It was coming right towards them… and then… went around their ship. “Just trying to teach us a lesson” Mark explained. It didn’t calm anyone’s nerves. They knew now that their days were numbered.
I don’t even know what sonar means. sonar. i think i t might do something with solar but thats probably not right. wait. now its coming to me a bit. huh sonar like a sonar screen. where you see the bleep bleep thing going on. hmmm. well that makes me think of like batman underwater in a submarine and then underwater makes me think of mermaids. i love mermaids. they are leg
i was on a fishing boat with my father and mother and little brother dillan. Suddenly i heard a SPLASH! dillan had fallen in and grabbed onto the sonar that was in the water.
The sonar of whales throughout the ocean is miraculous. They can hear each other’s sonar noises miles away. Bats use a similar type of sonar where their eyes fail them. They make noises that bounce off objects and works as their sonar. It helps them avoid objects in their way.
wtf does this mean?
im serious. i really don’t know. it’s a pretty word i guess. like solar?
reminds me of the sun a bit. bright and yellow. it sounds like a movie company.
wtf.
what is this. uhhh…ok/
Maybe it was the feeling of something good, but she knows it marks a day when she can’t go back. The lights. The smell of the air. The people dancing, and specially, the party. Everything was so incredible. Sonar, or sinner. You choose. Why? I miss ya.
the sonar activity showed a dot on the screen. We didn’yt know what it was. We kept going further into the water trying to find a clear spot to view the mysterious spec. I peeked through the glass submarine mirror and only saw black ocean water and nothing else. Suddenly something long and string like flickered into view causing me jump back into surprise
So, i was sitting there. It was white and cold and she spread the jelly on my tummy and I was like, woah, this is going to fast, this needs to slow down.
And she just looked at me, this lady just looked at me and said, we can stop. You don’t need to get the sonar.
But you do know that you can’t tell that to the baby too, right?
I don’t think they will listen.
I have no idea what sonar means. Maybe it has to do with the sun. I don’t know. Sonar might do with meditation. I still don’t know. What a strange word. I would never think this would be the word I would get. I am only fifteen. I am not smart.
It screeched into a crescendo, rose to dramatic reverberating heights, then stopped as suddenly as it started.
He turned to me, hands still clapped over his ears, and asked loudly, “What the hell was that?”
“That,” I said grimly, feeling almost literally weighed down by the knowledge, “means that their sonar is working again.”
I got this same word last time. So I wasn’t surprised when I first saw it this time. It’s a radar system, I believe. I don’t know much about sonar. My last post was a lot about keeping dibs on life. How, at times, I really wish I could just have special radars for all aspects of my life. I ended by saying I don’t think I’d like that once I had it. Life is fun because of the unknown. But I would just like my acting to work out, that unknown is much too scary.
It’s like sonar, the way that his voice reaches me, fills me up, guides me. It’s like a light at the end of the dark and damp tunnel, the one that makes me feel weak and useless and utterly lost. I feel his words resonate in my bones. His words hit me with intense force and fill me up. It’s like nothing else.
The panels reflected the beauty of a setting sun. He was so proud of his work; his eyes sparkled in glee. Who could take that away from him? That was the minute I decided – I’m never dating an eco-freak again. Now, how to break it to him…and what to move on to?
Sonar. Bats use sonar to sense what’s ahead of them. Sonar is to do with sound. Sonar. Soonar. Sooooooooooonar… Sonaaaaaaaaaaar… I don’t know what else to write.. I’m not entirely sure what sonar is to begin with. anyway, bats, right. I like bats…
In a submarine, dark and silent, we navigated the depths of the ocean, looking for that creature that we had heard of, one that hadn’t been confirmed, or seen again. We went on for what seemed like eternity until we found something. “I got something here!”
If the minute hand was a sonar scan
searching for a moment
when I wasn’t thinking of you,
it would turn up with nothing.
Because your eyes are at ten and two,
and I’m staring at you
like a kid stuck in class,
counting the seconds
until I can be with you again.
If I count until you’re mine,
I’ll be counting ’til the end of time.
It’s dark and damp. All my bones ache. I don’t know how everyone else can stand to be folded up like this all night, just waiting for it to get dark. It’s unbearable for me! Why aren’t I like the rest of them? Why can’t I just be normal? What if I’m not really a bat?!
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i’m not sure what to say about the word Sonar. All i can think is that bats use an internal sonar to locate their food. but that’s more echolocation. So i don’t know. I keep associating the word whale with sonar; not sure why.
The sonar on my radio was picking up weird signals. The voices were just so full of static and I couldn’t understand a thing… Then, suddenly, silence. I checked that the radio was on, and it was. So, I tried changing the station, but every station was the same. The breaks on my car screeched as I heard a, “Hello, Bellanie..” come out of the speakers. Did the radio just say my name? A name that my parents had made up on their own when I was born? I didn’t know anyone else with my name, and it terrified me.
I wish we had developed our own sonar
Somehow
When we were together
A flawed system–
Bats and whales would interfere
–So I could send you signals now
And you’d think of me
Before you’d see a smooth white hill
Like a moving island
Thin leather flitter over trees in midday
The rarity of a shooting star
Sonar stands for sound navigation and ranging, a technology used by ships to detect moving objects like submarines underwater. It is believed that dolphins have this ability too.
Sonar… All I think of is boats and stuff. I like boats there cool. I’m a captain of a boat! And my friend Ella is the first mate and Alli is the deck boss.
i wish i was blind just like the bats that fly around my house at night.
that way i would echolocation to find my way around and i wouldn’t have to look at your face every day. i would give anything for pale blue irises and a walking cane.
my eyes are locked in the direction of the sun.
Okay, so I guess you only get one word per day. Which is really lame, it should just keep randomizing words. But, the only thing I can relate a sonar too is bats and dolphins. They use sound sonars to locate distances, and things around them. Eye sight isn’t good enough for predators sometimes. cool for evolution to come up with that.
a sonar reminds me of dolphins, they use sound sonars to figure out distances, like bats. which is cool. and I picture the round beams that people use to draw sonars. 60 seconds is a long time, hahahaha.
Locally, sonars were used as an explosive coordinator for lost little stars, gliding along the ebb and flow the the galaxy. I think they have the right answer to the wrong question.
Whales use sonar don’t they? Oh wait, nope. Submarines! Submarines are cool, I guess. They’re like underwater planes, sorta.. I’ve never been in one. I’d like to change that. I think they have a ride or something like that over at Disneyland. Finding Nemo.
“Sir, I think we’ve found the location of the jets, we’ve picked up their sonar,” a man with black head phones told his commander, staring at a dark screen with dots.
“Send the coordinates to the troops! We’ll shoot them out of the sky!”
“Yes sir!”
Rays of perceptive little fingers scurrying away away, running over everything and feeling it’s surface, and then getting bitten by a mass of object large enough to turn their tails and scuttle back to their base and sign frantically what they have not seen.
it reminds me of another word to say sun. it is very pretty maybe a name. it reminds me of warmth and happiness. and just the world and general. i feel happy and it rolls of my tongue exoticly. if thats how you spell it im not sure exactly. i just see the sun.
sonar communications in the deep; whale to whale to dolphin to maybe a seagoing rabbit or two. Platypuses, for their part, have a sixth sense–reading electrical signals from prey and perhaps other creatures. Cool, ain’t it–just learned that today.
Blip. Blip. Blip. The sounds of sonar drone on and on. Laurie sits in her mini-submarine, waiting for her life’s work. The dark ocean floor gleams in the moonlight. She is not so deep in the ocean, but not so shallow so as not to matter. She drifts in and out of sleep, her eyelids heavy and watered down… And then she hears the bloop, rises from her seat, and stares in every orifice of the submarine. But she doesn’t find what she is looking for. It is gone, once again. The sonar lies.
I heard the sonar through the ocean while the whales went past the beeping finding a mate for the next winters journey. I think was swallowed by the fellow whale and then found my real father, a fisherman who was eaten 17 years ago, on the day of my birth. Confused about the situation, i didn’t know what to say to him besides hello, my name is Taylor Broaddus. I am a girl, and your my dad.
What does batman think about sonar? hogwash? diddley scoop? i’ll tell you what I think about it – jenkummmss!!!!
do bats really braid each other’s hair? sweet sauce.
He saw the blip on the sonar. They all did. It was coming right towards them… and then… went around their ship. “Just trying to teach us a lesson” Mark explained. It didn’t calm anyone’s nerves. They knew now that their days were numbered.
yay sonar!!! I love writing.
I don’t even know what sonar means. sonar. i think i t might do something with solar but thats probably not right. wait. now its coming to me a bit. huh sonar like a sonar screen. where you see the bleep bleep thing going on. hmmm. well that makes me think of like batman underwater in a submarine and then underwater makes me think of mermaids. i love mermaids. they are leg
i was on a fishing boat with my father and mother and little brother dillan. Suddenly i heard a SPLASH! dillan had fallen in and grabbed onto the sonar that was in the water.
A sound travels out. An echo is returned. A presence is confirmed. A mystery. Will it remain lost in translation?
The sonar of whales throughout the ocean is miraculous. They can hear each other’s sonar noises miles away. Bats use a similar type of sonar where their eyes fail them. They make noises that bounce off objects and works as their sonar. It helps them avoid objects in their way.
Sonar? Again? Really?
wtf does this mean?
im serious. i really don’t know. it’s a pretty word i guess. like solar?
reminds me of the sun a bit. bright and yellow. it sounds like a movie company.
wtf.
what is this. uhhh…ok/
Maybe it was the feeling of something good, but she knows it marks a day when she can’t go back. The lights. The smell of the air. The people dancing, and specially, the party. Everything was so incredible. Sonar, or sinner. You choose. Why? I miss ya.
Hello?
Ping ping ping. Woop. Shooooo-w. Zoom. Ping ping ping. Blip. Woop. Shoooo-w. Ow-wow. Zoop. Ping Ping Ping.
Hello?
the sonar activity showed a dot on the screen. We didn’yt know what it was. We kept going further into the water trying to find a clear spot to view the mysterious spec. I peeked through the glass submarine mirror and only saw black ocean water and nothing else. Suddenly something long and string like flickered into view causing me jump back into surprise
So, i was sitting there. It was white and cold and she spread the jelly on my tummy and I was like, woah, this is going to fast, this needs to slow down.
And she just looked at me, this lady just looked at me and said, we can stop. You don’t need to get the sonar.
But you do know that you can’t tell that to the baby too, right?
I don’t think they will listen.
I have no idea what sonar means. Maybe it has to do with the sun. I don’t know. Sonar might do with meditation. I still don’t know. What a strange word. I would never think this would be the word I would get. I am only fifteen. I am not smart.
It screeched into a crescendo, rose to dramatic reverberating heights, then stopped as suddenly as it started.
He turned to me, hands still clapped over his ears, and asked loudly, “What the hell was that?”
“That,” I said grimly, feeling almost literally weighed down by the knowledge, “means that their sonar is working again.”
I got this same word last time. So I wasn’t surprised when I first saw it this time. It’s a radar system, I believe. I don’t know much about sonar. My last post was a lot about keeping dibs on life. How, at times, I really wish I could just have special radars for all aspects of my life. I ended by saying I don’t think I’d like that once I had it. Life is fun because of the unknown. But I would just like my acting to work out, that unknown is much too scary.
It’s like sonar, the way that his voice reaches me, fills me up, guides me. It’s like a light at the end of the dark and damp tunnel, the one that makes me feel weak and useless and utterly lost. I feel his words resonate in my bones. His words hit me with intense force and fill me up. It’s like nothing else.
The panels reflected the beauty of a setting sun. He was so proud of his work; his eyes sparkled in glee. Who could take that away from him? That was the minute I decided – I’m never dating an eco-freak again. Now, how to break it to him…and what to move on to?
staring at the screen for salvation
facebook is the sonar for the nation
closed eyes
open thighs
not enough “whys”
not enough…Wise.
Sonar. Bats use sonar to sense what’s ahead of them. Sonar is to do with sound. Sonar. Soonar. Sooooooooooonar… Sonaaaaaaaaaaar… I don’t know what else to write.. I’m not entirely sure what sonar is to begin with. anyway, bats, right. I like bats…
In a submarine, dark and silent, we navigated the depths of the ocean, looking for that creature that we had heard of, one that hadn’t been confirmed, or seen again. We went on for what seemed like eternity until we found something. “I got something here!”