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A Noisy House

A noisy House

Banging, clanging
screaming, squealing
babies crying

Mothers shouting
Keep quiet!

Dancing, singing
jumping, thumping
grannies munching

Mothers shouting
keep quiet!

Chatting, laughing
clapping, slapping
children scratching

Mothers shouting
keep quiet!...........

I sit here 
in this noisy house
in a far corner
as quiet as a mouse

With pencil and book
and Ipod in ears
writing my poems
where nobody cares.

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Girish Gokul

March 13, 2009 at 7:23 AM

beautiful poem, sister! what a lovely poem... the fact being that the words throw up images and sounds that merge so perfectly to become an enjoyable experience. love n peace, always.

Carolyn Devonshire

March 11, 2009 at 7:54 PM

Maryam, when the house turns quiet, you'll miss the wonderful noises you describe. WONDERFUL poem! Love, Carolyn

John Heck

March 8, 2009 at 11:10 AM

LOL! Sounds so typical of me sometimes. Listening to my iPod and shutting the everyday elements out! This poem brought a smile to my face. Wishing you a wonderful weekend. Peace always, John

Brian Strand

March 6, 2009 at 11:40 PM

Lots of familar sounds Maryam,like the phrasing.Rgds Brian & thanks for your welcome comments

Fathima Dawood

March 5, 2009 at 12:53 AM

Hmm, its what makes life beautiful is it not. The wonderful sounds of beloved ones!!! Well done Peace Fathima

Mohamed Shokry

March 2, 2009 at 1:34 PM

Unlike my house which is like the house of dead . loool but i think sharing life is the best solution . I enjoyed reading this one. Mohamed

Debbie Guzzi

March 2, 2009 at 1:08 PM

Ahhhhh but I do care! Why are you not in your simple chair? Why do you not run and kiss Mom's cheek? Hugs the Grannie as you take a leap. Tickle the kids and aid the chaos, to fill with joy that lovely house! Light & Love d

Laura Mckenzie

March 1, 2009 at 12:42 PM

Great humor in this clever write about to little space to be ones-self ! I smiled alot! Laura :)

Robin L. Gass

February 28, 2009 at 7:34 PM

This is a wonderful poem. It is so lighthearted and fun to read, Maryam! Great job! Love, Robin

John Rhinem

February 28, 2009 at 2:47 PM

Smile~Very flowing and creative, and lovely dear! Hello Precious & Gifted Maryam! I hope that Your weekend is going wonderfully for dear lady!? I really enjoyed how this write seemed to glide itself from beginning unto end~its says a lot about the vision and the care which its writer it seems, possesses! And, in this case~Smile~it shows Your ability to tolerate and focus~which are pleaseant qualities of character I would say! "My Love & Warmth To You & Yours, Always, John!"~Bye Dear:)

Carrie Richards

February 28, 2009 at 7:03 AM

I am sure you are speaking for so many young people on the soup! However, do remember......your soup friends care very much...we love reading your work! :) ~love, Carrie

Ysabel Cabrera

February 27, 2009 at 4:37 PM

Wow i love this poem because i can really relate to it my mom screaming at my sisters to be quiet while im sitting down somewhere writing poems.....nicely done