Best Hear A Pin Drop Poems
I sit myself down
where one could hear a pin drop . . .
poetry clamors
aug 31, 2019
for Silent One's Silence Contest
Peg-Leg Pete the Pirate was a very evil man,
He used to eat his dinner from a filthy frying pan,
And when he’s finished eating he’d play “catch me if you can”
With his desperado first-mate known as Dirty Deadeye Dan.
Now Dan was quite a ladies man, but also fond of booze,
In bars and streets and hotels he liked to drink and cruise,
He used to taunt old-Peg Leg Pete by dragging up old news,
Like Pete had only ever needed half a pair of shoes.
One day Pete had quite enough and things got pretty scary,
Confronting Dirty Deadeye Dan whose mood was always lairy,
A sudden hush fell on the room when Pete clumped in the bar
And Dan called out: “Hey, Peg-Leg, hop on over, have a jar.”
Peg-Leg Pete the Pirate clasped the pistol on his hip
And snarled at Dirty Deadeye Dan: “Enough of your damn lip.”
The floozy sat upon Dan’s lap was dumped onto the floor
And Dan rose to his feet and hissed: “You’d best limp out the door.”
Across the sawdust, blood-stained floor they faced each other down,
And you could hear a pin drop from the other side of town,
Eyes were locked and fingers twitched and seconds seemed like days
The tension burned unbearably and shimmered in the haze.
Both men drew their pistols and both men fired fast,
Flame spat from the barrels with the bullets roaring past,
But neither man could aim for squat and when their guns were done
They’d killed two people in the bar but they weren’t either one.
The barman Blind-man Billy Bragg and the floozy Scar-Faced Sue
Lay dead as dead as doornails, as doornails tend to do,
And through the pall of gun-smoke and the mist of rum and beer
Deadeye Dan called out to Pete: “We’d best get out of here.”
And so they did, they fled the bar, and vanished in the night,
Back to their ship, The Crippled Cock, and sailed on out of sight,
Never to return to shore, and never seen again,
The rumour is they sank and drowned just off the Spanish Main.
The moral of the story is that when you draw a gun,
Be prepared to end your days always on the run,
“Or in your case, always on the limp,” said Dirty Deadeye Dan
To Peg-Leg Pete the Pirate, that very evil man.
Standing at the plate there is no doubt
The pitcher is determined to strike me out
He squints to see the catcher's glove
Then spins and swings his arms above
The ball scorches a path across the plate
I feebly swing six days too late
The umpire acts like he's having fun
When he bellowed out, "STRIKE ONE!"
Again the pitcher stares at the dish
While I silently make a wish
Not a big request at all
I only want to hit the ball
The pitcher rears back and throws a curve
The ball starts over there and then begins to swerve
I miss so badly I hit the ground
I can hear people laughing all the way back in town
The umpire is having a belly laugh too
As he holds up two fingers and shouts, "STRIKE TWO!"
The pitcher is doing a cocky dance
While behind the mound hiking up his pants
He looks smug and I hear the catcher say,
"Give it up boy, he's putting you away."
The pitcher shakes off signs 1,2,3
He's saving a special pitch just for me
He peeks out over the top of his glove
I can tell that this strikeout he already loves
He winds up like a crazy corkscrew
Slinging a pitch he has never threw
I close my eyes and jerk the bat
Somehow the bat finds where the ball is at
The crack was the loudest ever heard
Nowhere in this stadium can you hear a word
You can hear a pin drop in this place
Nary a smile on any face
You would think that ball was launched into outer space
But alas, it is just a dribbler to first base
I feel I should get out of town
When I saw the other team high-fiving on the mound
Dad said, "Don't worry son, we'll get them next time champ."
After all it was just my first bat at Little League camp!
flowers in her hair
music on the wind
feelings on my shoulders
liquor on my breath
the words I speak
you could hear a pin drop
Not sure if this would be consider taboo
To even mention the view
Did I just hear her say the word touche
When the doctor proceeded to do what she had to do
With stage crew and camara in hand
Filming what little dignity I have left
Are the tapes rolling, I may need consoling
When this crazy trip finds somewhere to land
Do I even need to mention the day before
Pills and laxatives by the score
To clean out my innards must be least 10 pounds thinner
Need I say anything anymore
Back to the uncomfortable crowd
You can hear a pin drop at the sound
For them it's routine, for me a dastardly deed
Could someone please send in the clowns
Adding a touch of savoir faire
Excuse me, is there enough room in there
If things get a bit tight make sure the pliers are sanitize
Anyone up for a game of truth or dare
Doesn't get anymore personal than this
Best friends now without even a kiss
Operation at 7 film at 11
To be viewed YouTube via Internet
#sayitisntso #didhejustgothere #doyouhavenodignity
Just had my Colonoscopy this morning...nothing like a good follow up poem!
AMBER DAWNS APPEAL
A wish, a dream, from birth til death,
"Mummy I'm going to Disneyland to see Mickey Mouse”.
Beautiful words from a soul so small,
Everyday from dawn til dust her words stood tall.
Riddled with pain day in and day out,
Dammed Cystic Fibrosis from gene's it did sprout.
New Zealand your money you gave with love,
A soul you took and held, lent from above.
The Lions club helped to start your appeal,
And finally your dream was for real.
And your dream and your wish it finally came true,
When at four and a half off to America we flew.
Pain to pleasure was over your face,
To Mickey you ran winning your race.
Ending your wish and dream touching his hand,
A smile on your face as Mickey swung you from land.
As he knelt down with one knee on the ground,
You could hear a pin drop as the crowd stood around.
You swung your arms around him and squeezed his neck tight,
Then you looked at him with a smile and eyes big and bright.
“Oh my Mickey Mouse I can die now”, was all you said,
One month later you passed away on Mickey’s home made bed.
I always knew you didn’t belong,
I always knew you didn’t have long.
You were special and God knew that,
With his hands he sat you in my lap.
At four and a half he took you home,
Every day I thank him for my earthy loan.
They would come at night, and it didn't matter if there was a storm or not. He would see them, and they would abduct him and later bring him back home. It was Horrific, because he had no control of when they would show up and take him. Each time it was a terrorizing moment for him, and they did this for many years.
I didn't know what to say to him to comfort him, but he seemed like he was into his own little world. I told him it was nice to know him, and I wished him well. I then caught up with my brother, Gus.
I was shaken up by what I had heard from this young man. A fear came over me, and I did not want to be there, anymore. I shared with my brother what I had just heard. I turned to show my brother who the young man was, and to my surprise, he was gone. I had just been with him two minutes ago. That really spooked me.
As we stood there during the morning hours. Right around 3am someone screamed behind us. We all turned around and could not believe our eyes. There in the field behind us, was a glowing red Orb. About three feet in the air hovering. You could hear a pin drop. We were all in shock!!! This rounded red Orb looked like it was on fire. It hovered from side to side, then split into three, and shot up to the sky. We all stood there in amazement, frozen, in disbelief.
We spent the whole night talking among ourselves, repeating and confirming what we had all seen. It was the most unbelievable experience we have ever had. We all left there with an appreciation for the Unknown and it made all of us believers. We went back to the Motel and tried to get a grip on all that happened before going home. Since that frightful night, we have been back five times.
I recommend Ellen's book Silent Invasion. Go on Youtube and type in UFO's in Pinebush NY and you will see all the Alien activity. This is as real, as real can be. If you are not a believer, go and see for yourself, that is the only way you will believe.
Michael Tor
Self-Consciousness
White noise surrounds us each day. We do not even hear it over the din of living. Life is noisy, a constant barrage of sounds from all different directions, in all different pitch. A phone, music, loud heated discussions. The very moment I get an answer wrong, one can hear a pin drop.
“A pin can be heard”---
Dropping tinny to the floor
Why is it so quiet?
Sunshine Williams
it was the most freakiest silence today at school.
it was so quite in a way that the silence echoed back and forth in classes.
I could hear my heart beat so loud from that thick flesh of mine.
At that moment I knew that it was examinations.
From that moment I knew that I had to aim for a distinction.
I could hear a lot of breathes in class,
most of them filled with panic and fear,
At that moment I knew that it was examinations.
I could hear the hands of the clock going 'tick tock',
from the wrist watches that my classmates wore, everyone had to manage their time
At that moment I new it was examinations.
the silence was so disturbing,
even a deaf person could hear a pin drop.
so quiet that you could hear the wind's warm greetings.
OH! it was examination.
every one playing different notes with their calculators producing no answer at all,
I knew that it was Mathematics playing with those little brains.
AND at that moment I knew that it was examinations
What's the cost
Cat has my tongue
Confidence lost
Punctured lung
Why can't I be firm
As the ground beneath
Unstable worm
On a dying leaf
I've mastered the trade
I'm qualified
But afraid of the blade
Being denied
I sell myself short
Of talents acquired
A deadly sport
Self worth retired
Before long, the subject
Makes me fall ill
Upkeep, I neglect
I'm standing still
Is this the moment
Do or die
I stand tall and own it
Or fail to try
Things were booming
Now I hear a pin drop
So much for assuming
A sudden stop
Could it be the end
Is reality knocking
Or a fickle wind
Temporarily blocking
So I ponder
Is it worth uncertainty
Should my focus wander
Or push on, this journey
I have lived on the streets, they don't talk or think the same
In order to survive, communication is a must
Since most of them are on drugs of some kind, their thinking is a wreck
Most are begging , but not for something to eat, looking a shame
There is not one of them you can trust
In my Festus way of talking and twisted way of thinking, thought what the heck
It is a known fact that a drug addict does not like to eat
It would mess up their high, Heaven forbid
They are there to beg for drug money
Want everyone to feel sorry for them and how they live on the street
And who are they trying to kid
It is all a put on and a lot of baloney
They come prepared thinking you will preach them a sermon
So I did a little reverse on that thinking one day
Before he had time to start, I said, "You are not fooling me"
"You are one of those old crazy Christian, come on"
"Supposed to be fasting, but you are back sliding, you will pay"
"And undercover Christian snitch, probably turn me into the padre"
"Standing at McDonald's, oh get back to your diet"
As the two of them had total shock on their face
I knew it chilled them to the bone
You could hear a pin drop, it got real quiet
"This old man is crazy, let's get out of this place"
I ate my hamburger and they left me alone
People rose in quick succession
As the bailiff said "All rise , this court is now in session"
The judge walked into the courtroom
And the trial would begin soon
My client stared straight ahead
On trial for killing the husband she had recently wed
He used to beat her after his drinking bouts
It was either him or her, no doubt
But it was a clear case of self defense
As I listened to the prosecutors opening statement
Then the first witness was called
An elderly woman who lived two houses away
She said she heard a loud argument on the night in question
Followed by two shots in quick succession
But she forgot to mention
That fireworks were going off on the night in question
As more witnesses were called
I cross examined them all
There was no denying that some of them were lying
The trial lasted for seven days
And there were many reasonable doubts raised
Finally it was given to the jury to deliberate
In their hands was my client's fate
On the fourth day a verdict was reached
My client stood up with tears in her eyes
As the judge said "Will the defendant please rise"
It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop
But my client's tears did not stop
The verdict was read rather quickly
"We the jurors find the defendant .... not guilty"!!
My clients fears turned to joy
As she hugged and thanked me
I had set the fair maiden free
From the dragon raging out of control
I was the hero, the dragon slayer of old
The grey mist glissening on my brow,
as I step outside to a horrendous "MEOW",
hours of dawn,
and a cat lay slovenly on my back lawn,
wet, crystal, damp, lawn,
feline lay still,
for you couldn't hear a pin drop,
the dew,
the dew lifted,
breaking dawn,
now the sun has risen,
happy cat no longer hissing,
for now all thoughts as to what is missing.
A SILENT NIGHT
A SILENT NIGHT
IS WHEN EVERYTHING IS ALRIGHT
AND, ALSO A SILENT NIGHT IS WHEN EVERYTHING IS IN THE QUIET
WITHOUT ANY FUSS, FIGHT; OR A RIOT.
MOREOVER, A SILENT NIGHT IS WHEN WE CAN REST ASSURED WITHOUT ANY LIGHT, BUT WITH THINGS LOOKING REAL BRIGHT; WITH EVERRYTHING IN PLACE AND IS WELL ARRANGED AND NOT STRANGE REAL NEAT AND TIGHT.
ON TOP OF THAT, A SILENT NIGHT IS WHEN WE CAN HEAR A PIN DROP, THE RAIN DROPS AND FLOPS ON THE GROUND EVERY ROUND, AND THAT'S WHETHER YOUR SITTING UP, OR DOWN, WE WILL ALWAYS RECOGNIZE THAT THE NIGHT IS VERY SILENT AND OT VIOLENT; THAT THERE, MY LOVES IS WHAT MAKES IT A SILENT NIGHT; A SILENT NIGHT ALRIGHT IN OR OUTOF OUR SIGHT; SO, AS I END HERE, I WILL SAY, A SILENT NIGHT IS JUST AS PRECIOUS AS THE DAY LIGHT ; ALSO WHERE YOU AND I, CAN GET OUR BEST REST WITHOUT THE STRESS; WHILE WE GETS BLESS BY GOD FIRST AND THEN BY THE SILENCE OF THE NIGHT. SO, HAVE A BLESS DAY AND NIGHT WITH THE JOY OF THE SILENCE AND WITH MUCH HAPPINESS AND NOT LESS. IN A NUTSHELL, A SILENT NIGHT IS NOT FULL OF FRIGHT, BUT IT IS A MOMENT WITHOUT THE TORMENTS; WHERE WE CAN RELAX AND FLEX OUR MUSCLES WITHOUT THE TUSSLE, OR RASSLE, BUT WEHERE WE CAN DAZZLE OUR SELVES, MINDS AND OUR VERY PRECIOUS SOULS AND SPIRIT WITHOUT A LIMIT. TA, TA. POEM WRITTEN BY: (CRYSTAL) YEHUWDIYTH Y. YISRAEL
Sometimes a world of chaos comes,
Like thoughts to unravel.
Sometimes I feel pregnant with energy galore,
It's as if I'm speeding towards the finish line.
Sometimes I find myself inside a world,
With such silence, you'd hear a pin drop, and
I am simmered.
Sometimes a world of smashing ideas arrives,
And the sifting begins, because,
I must not jump to conclusion or climb lofty heights.
Sometimes a world of costal scenes emerges with
Zephyr breeze, and carefree years.
Sometimes kaleidoscopic world shows itself,
And I'm in love with all of life.
Sometimes a world of symphony streams like dream
I wish would never end.
Sometimes my world seem upside down, and
I must flip pages of the script because,
The other side of night is morning light.
Sometimes I enter a world of stillness, and
The beating of my heart with breath
Awakens me to countless lives,
Souls striving to see of clarity.
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