John Lawless Poet Rhyme

Would that all be silent

Oh, would that all be silent
Save for those that ain’t
And those who cannot write
Be left alone to paint
As I struggle with the syllables
Shouting that “I cain’t”.
But then again
Some noise is fine
Not so much yours
But more so mine
Perhaps, a twisted “turn of phrase”
To set a lover’s heart ablaze
Or stir the listless, idle mob 
Into a chanting, mindless rage
For all our words are double barbed
Depending on which edge is carved
And who it is they wish to hook
With twisted lies, and yellowed book
For if silence be the loudest tone
We all become the garden Gnome
A clown to fill an empty spot
For we once were but now are not
Yet silence is a sacred thing
But without voice it cannot sing
Call a lover’s name or shout
The rope just broke,,,,,LOOK OUT….LOOK OUT

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Jeanette Swan January 23, 2024 at 9:01 PM I laughed out loud at these lines - an unexpected surprise, 'For if silence be the loudest tone We all become the garden Gnome.' It sounded like a spell with paradox. 'Pause' isn't a very attractive word, but a wise message I'm hearing - silence with anticipation. I like how you used the beat to keep a fast 'talkative' speed for irony/ humour.

Hilda Greenhough January 19, 2024 at 2:48 PM A well written poem. I continue to digest it. All I know is that I have to watch my tongue.

Lin Lane January 19, 2024 at 8:16 AM Your poetry never fails to make me think in double time. Some words may be meant as barbs, but often they are mistaken to be written to injure emotions. It's better not to stir the pot when in doubt... Calling to mind the Three Wise Monkeys. Lin Lane January 19, 2024 at 3:24 PM I think, therefore I am? haha Also the three amigos. I was thinking about the monkeys... see no evil, hear no evil, ... John Lawless January 19, 2024 at 3:14 PM Well Lin, this poem is a rousing success for if a poem engenders the machinations of thought I consider it so. I don't know about the "threes" the three wise men, the three billy goats gruff, the three monkeys, the three stooges