Best Keep Mum Poems
King of Kings can surely
Kill the soul and body.
Kingdom of God is nigh,
Kiss the Son lest you die.
Knowing that His loving
Kindness calls you today,
Keep mum, can I? No way.
10th March, 2017
Categories:
keep mum, bible, gospel,
Form:
Pleiades
Let us celebrate
This is not time to denigrate
Nigerians rise and jubilate
Cause we are poised to rethink and meditate
Let us roll out the drums
This is not the time to keep mum
Let the air be filled with fun
To drown the wailings and guns
Democracy has come to stay in Nigeria history
Let us celebrate a hard- won victory
A milestone in the country's trajectory
Prophets of doom remain confounded and desultory
Nigeria the hope of the black race
Rise up and keep the pace
Exterminate corruption without trace
And give the country a new face
You are destined for Leadership
A rallying point for African Fellowship
Do not be deterred by the present hardship
From claiming your divine kingship
Categories:
keep mum, celebration, hope,
Form:
Rhyme
Bodyweight !.. I constantly gain..
Diet Regime ..gone in vain...
My body- totally out of shape..
Gymnasium is a total waste!
Huge shoes and clothes size-jumbo,
They tease me"Fatty Little Bumbo".
They say I'm fat and call me a ball,
Or they say I am huge wall.
Elephant, Hippo , they call me animal names,
All these words put me to total shame..
Hydrogen balloon , I am to some,
Hurting comments..yet I keep mum..
With tears rolling down my chubby cheeks..
Lonely and dejected I sit on the beach..
"Yes I'm Fat!", I scream aloud..
"Yet I'm happy and very proud!"
Confidence rises with my self esteem,
Happy and joyful, now I seem,
To all hurting comments, with a "Thank you" I smile
Leaving commenters surprised for a while..
Slowly though, one day they ask..
"Don't you feel like taking us to task ?"
"We hurt you and call out names to you..
And you only respond with a polite Thank you?"
To Them I say "Yes!, I'm fat..
So you tell me how to solve that ?
All diet and efforts have gone in vain..
Does that mean I live in shame ?"
"Comments from you , the beautiful!
Are compliments for me -the ugly fat Bull!"
My words make them feel terrible..
For ridiculing me they feel miserable..
Soon, towards me their attitudes change..
"Lady!! You are very beautiful! " together they claim
"Your inner beauty triumphs over our appearance..
Fat is Ugly..is our wrong inference.."
"Ultimate beauty !..is the beauty within...
That matters more..than being thin.".
Then they say "You are a gorgeous little beauty"..
And I wink" A gorgeous little fatty"!!
Categories:
keep mum, health, inspirational, life, peoplewords,
Form:
Rhyme
FALSE CAUSE
Elite few for their political reasons & scheming
in deception drew many feeble fellows with a tint of religious emotion
Men who do evil in the name of good and serve the devil in the name of God
Wonder why we would worship deities if we have to protect them and defend their cause
and their feeble faithfuls faithfully fan a false cause
Boko Haram
Biko Hara'm
You claimed to be anti western education
But you are pro western technology & ammunition
fruits of a failed marriage, the abomination of amalgamation
Men of customized violence & signature blood shed
Lo you've turned a green land red
survivors who once bled are now dead
Boko Haram
Biko Hara'm
You claimed your problem was the government
But you bombed the unarmed and innocent
I know of a place you'll never raze or dent
Too many Mosquitoes standing untouched and fat
Yet you set ablaze a moving Church rat
Which heavens do you connect from your mat
Boko Haram
Biko Hara'm
Some Say you are fanatical and political
Others say your cause is unrealistic, cannibalistic & tribalistic
Whatever the case, I loathe your bloody passion & fashion
You smoked to ashes mother and child
and returned untimely to dust a groom and his bride
Yet some keep mum, others speak in tongues tender and mild
Boko Haram
Biko Hara'm
You double the woes of the Niger-area
and in your folly, threw stones at the market square
You've lost some of your own and soon to be deserted alone
Imagine the opportunities lost at a senseless cost
In my mother-tongue, I bid you to end this wrong
Boko Haram
Biko Hara'm
I have had this burden borne like a laden camel
it is true our beliefs differ in Isaac and Ishmael
Yet i entreat you in the name of our father Abraham
Let folks flock in your pastures without fear of harm
For infected with dirge is my song that is sung
True we do not share a common tongue
But its crystal clear we share a common skin
The victims of your transferred aggression ask,'What is our sin?'
are we the government or the western education so forbidden?
Sheath your explosive swords and let words detonate from your mouth
Remember the support and base of every North is a supplying South
Boko Haram
Biko Hara'm
C'emeka Mbah 9:50am 19/05/2012
Categories:
keep mum, allegory, black african american,
Form:
Epic
Do not lowly hum or keep mum,
When asked “where do babies come from?”
Tell them, Birds are like men,
Bees are like women,
explain to them well so they don’t ask again” how cum?”
name:sashi prabhu
contest: birds and the bees.
Categories:
keep mum, children,
Form:
Limerick
Will you be my love?
Together we`ll build a nest of dove.
We`ll have couple of kids
And bring up them all the days and nights.
I will be yours you will be mine
We will wander together and dine.
From hills to valleys and bines to fines.
We`ll cross black hole and the forbidden lines.
Oh! My lady, silently come.
Let surrounding be deaf and dumb.
Stand frontward and hold your tongue.
Let the critic keep mum.
Categories:
keep mum, love,
Form:
Verse
My given name is of no consequence.
You can call me Spider Girl.
It’s an appropriate name, I think.
I’m indistinguishable in many ways
from billions of other creatures just like me.
(Character building experiences
tend to breed cartoons.)
I might appear pretty easy to step on
but don't underestimate resourcefulness
and long legs.
Anyway, I’m going to do my
darnedest to weave something
worthy of your attention
or whatever you will end up spending
to buy this comic book
because I’ve got a daughter to raise
and let’s face it: long legs alone
ain’t gonna pay the bills.
My enemies vary:
Thugs who crow too loudly,
evil geniuses (they tend to keep mum),
crime bosses,
even monsters who are out of this world.
I share a universe with heroes, too,
some I used to run with –
although “with” sort of works as
an elaboration of the truth.
A prevarication.
A provocation.
One should not provoke me.
I don’t quite know what I’m capable of yet.
Mommies of all species will kill for their young.
I’ve heard it’s instinctual –
but, what if that’s just an excuse to
step over the line,
take a seat,
cross one’s legs,
look tough,
and watch someone else suffer?
It’s that violence
the drug I crave…
Are you frightened of me yet?
Good.
Maybe you should be.
Categories:
keep mum, me, drug, universe,
Form:
Free verse
21st February 2012
By Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)
(Couplet)
Hey mum and dad please do not lowly hum or keep mum,
When by your little one asked “where do babies come from?”
Narrated over and over this metaphorical tale,
Many scoff to tell, be it female or adult male.
Birds are like men and fly as they please,
Bees are like women, dedicated to their queen, to her whims appease.
Bees sit on and pollinate the flowers,
By, buzzing around many and over few hovers.
The birds spread the “seed”,
These to the “gen next” they lead.
This is about birds and bees a short verse,
On a topic, proscribed and taboo which parents surely must never be averse
Categories:
keep mum, childhood, daughter, education, family,
Form:
Couplet
And then the day’s lights first touched your eyes
Your little fingers trying to clutch the air
Are you still in that darkness?
That deafening silence still ringing in your ears?
The world around you is rejoicing
With the utmost happiness she ever felt
Rejoicing are the trees, the sky, the mountain streams too
They have heard the tidings of Paradise you spelt
Are you crying my sweet lady? Oh for you
Let me bring the Moon down, the stars
Little butterflies must dance around you
Now shhh! All you revellers, keep mum
Look how gently sleep sits upon her eyes
Lemme give soft swings to her cradle
Our queen is on her way to a dewy sleep
And before I leave for a long journey
In the wilderness, My Lord, to you I pray
Let me carry the soft warmth of my new-born baby
Till the last rays of the sun go down with the day
Categories:
keep mum, angel, child, father daughter,
Form:
Lyric
Hey, Twinkle Twinkle little star
Why are you the way you are?
Teasing and taunting from afar
While I walk barefoot without a car.
I am alone and the night is dark
I sleep on a cold bench in a park,
When hungry I eat tree's bark
And envy the free roaming lark.
Wet in the rains, hot under the sun
Getting my bearings I am on the run,
Up above the sky you get all the fun
You're looked up to - Me, they shun.
But it's OK, I am just the earth's scum,
Up above the world you beat your drum,
You sparkle and make things hum
While here below I hurt but keep mum!
"Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" contest by Kelly Deschler
Categories:
keep mum, star, stress,
Form:
Rhyme
Dress that you pick that day
Decides if you catch prize
Decline or just give in
Drink with them or just pass
Divulge all or keep mum
Drive,sail,walk or swim may
Determine if you’ll live
Written:08/29/2016
Contest:Pleiades D by Kim Merryman
Categories:
keep mum, perspective,
Form:
Verse
They say, I should keep mum
When I ambush my Samsons
Naughting with Delilas;
Razoring off their strength,
Nay, they got it all wrong,
Nay, they are misled.
They say, my Samsons
Are all grown ups,
It is their right to injure themselves,
I should let them be;
Nay, they got it all wrong;
Indeed, they are misled:
If I follow their counsel,
I would be corrupt indeed.
My Samsons' rights
Stem from my navel;
Little do they know about
The nine months journey.
Nay, they got it all wrong
This time;
I am not seized by madness;
I am just a caring mother;
I give no apologies,
Neither am I fazed by their
Counsels misled!
I will not watch my Samsons
Being led to the slaughter
Naughting with Delilas!
Categories:
keep mum, anger, mother, son,
Form:
Alexandrine
My Hazed Singapore!
My once gleaming and buzzing city
Now forlorn and glum
Relentless blaze and we keep mum
Hazy, crazy, why can’t I see
The silent intruder reminds me
How fragile life and existence can be
Gone the sunshine that sparrows once chirped
The smiles of flowers and trees usurped
Young and old huddling in on tasks
Strong and robust scurrying off in masks
Can we not check their insidious greed?
Let the long arms of the law act indeed!
Categories:
keep mum, abuse, earth, fire, health,
Form:
Free verse
They say my heart is weakening
Yet my love is increasing, how come?
And they do not answer it.
They say my eyesight is fading
Yet my vision is perfect, I ask how come?
And they do not answer it.
They say my voice is not audible
Yet they clearly understand what I mean, How come?
Again they keep mum!
They say body cannot lift more than ten kilograms of weight
Yet I can move a mountain with my thoughts, How come? and they show a blank face.
They say when I walk few miles, I am breathless
Yet my determination surpasses the bullet, How come? and they look towards sky.
They say my body action have limitations
However, my wisdom is boundless, how come?
And they close their eyes.
I know my body is growing and becoming weak
Yet my soul has full enthusiasm to drive me
to enable me to perform things beyond the body can think.
Categories:
keep mum, emotions, encouraging, inspirational, satire,
Form:
Free verse
THE PASTOR'S PAST
Just when we met
I recollected that moment in time
When my work was to stomach
Secret missions for the haves
And I, the have not
Would be sent on erotic errands
For the Bosses to have a change
In their daily bed menu
And I would keep mum to save
The fights mamas would put up at home
In case they smelled a rat.
If not the strange fragrances!
This could halt my earnings,
Only to sleep on an empty stomach,
But apparently,
There are lots of meal offers,
For I tend God’s flock.
Just when we met
I realised,
That we should always
Save a thought for people who are
Enduring what we look at now as our past.
That sorry sight of a pauper
I have seen in the city centre
This afternoon,
Took me back to the Egypt of my life
When life was concrete
And the world like an aperture.
By Longinus
Categories:
keep mum, memory, mum,
Form:
Blank verse