Best Quiet As A Mouse Poems
Poor Peter Pumpkin had a very itty bitty head.
So the farmer made him stay inside the garden bed.
The farmer said that he was going to keep him warm with hay.
And there the itty bitty pumpkin stayed for many a day.
Finally, the farmer came to check upon poor Peter,
measured him and then exclaimed, “You’ve grown an extra meter!
I think it’s time for you to finally go and face the world.”
Peter got up from his bed. He twirled and twirled and twirled!
“My,” the farmer shouted, “You’ve grown two legs with feet!
You’re a special pumpkin. My daughters you must meet!”
Poor Peter heaved his hefty bulk, waddling away,
following behind the farmer so he would not stray.
They traveled rather quickly, and soon they reached the house.
The daughters saw the pumpkin and grew quiet as a mouse.
The silence lasted just until at last one daughter spoke,
“A pumpkin with two legs? Is this some kind of joke?”
Her father knelt beside her and whispered in her ear,
“Do not be afraid, my child. You’ve not a thing to fear.
We can carve a lantern. It will be your Halloween treat.
Then we can make lots of pumpkin pies for us to eat."
Peter trembled with a chill to hear their horrid plan.
Jumping out the door, he yelled, “Catch me if you can!”
He ran into the pastures. Then he tumbled down a hill.
As he rolled he bumped into the couple, Jack and Jill!
“Oh dear me,” cried Peter, “I do not wish to be
a lantern for this Halloween. Please, can you guys help me!”
Jack and Jill then led him to the land of Nursery Rhymes.
His sad fate has now been told to children many times.
For he ran across a man named Peter Pumpkin EATER.
Maybe you can guess now what became of our poor Peter!
10~12~14
Contest: Halloween Co-Writes
Sponsor: Diane Locksley
Written By Jan Allison & Andrea Dietrich
~awarded 1st place~
Poor Peter Pumpkin had a very itty bitty head.
So the farmer made him stay inside the garden bed.
The farmer said that he was going to keep him warm with hay.
And there the itty bitty pumpkin stayed for many a day.
Finally, the farmer came to check upon poor Peter,
measured him and then exclaimed, “You’ve grown an extra meter!
I think it’s time for you to finally go face the world.”
Peter got up from his bed. He twirled and twirled and twirled!
“Oh my,” the farmer shouted, “You’ve grown two legs with feet!
You’re a special pumpkin. My daughters you must meet!”
Poor Peter heaved his hefty bulk, waddling away,
following behind the farmer so he would not stray.
They traveled rather quickly, and soon they reached the house.
The daughters saw the pumpkin and grew quiet as a mouse.
The silence lasted just until at last one daughter spoke,
“A pumpkin with two legs? Is this some kind of joke?”
Her father knelt beside her and whispered in her ear,
“Do not be afraid, my child. You’ve not a thing to fear.
We can carve a lantern. It will be your Halloween treat.
Then we can make lots of pumpkin pies for us to eat.
Peter trembled and grew chill to hear their horrid plan.
Jumping out the door, he yelled, “Catch me if you can!”
He ran into the pastures. Then he tumbled down a hill.
As he rolled he bumped into the couple, Jack and Jill!
“Oh dear me,” cried Peter, “I do not wish to be
a lantern for this Halloween. Please, can you both help me!”
Jack and Jill then led him to the land of Nursery Rhymes.
His sad fate has now been told to children many times.
For he ran across a guy named Peter Pumpkin EATER.
Maybe you can guess now what became of our poor Peter!
Written by Andrea Dietrich and Jan Allison, for the
Halloween Co-Writes Poetry Contest of Diane Locksley
Lifeless were the eyes of infamous Ted Bundy
No remorse, all emotion had been doused
His gaze pierced my soul as I gave testimony
He maintained there’d been too much publicity
Four coeds attacked in a sorority house
Lifeless were the eyes of infamous Ted Bundy
This demon had the nerve to make a bogus plea
“Move my trial or there’ll be no justice,” he groused
His gaze pierced my soul as I gave testimony
To explain news coverage in Tallahassee
Reporters took the stand, court quiet as a mouse
Lifeless were the eyes of infamous Ted Bundy
I took the stand shaking, did not want him to see me
I was sweating so much, wet stains were on my blouse
His gaze pierced my soul as I gave testimony
It appeared his conscience was totally guilt-free
What kind of excuse could this death machine espouse
Lifeless were the eyes of infamous Ted Bundy
His gaze pierced my soul as I gave testimony
*Entry for Catie’s “Villanelle Me” Contest
Note: Serial Killer Ted Bundy successfully convinced the court he could not get a fair
trial in Tallahassee because there had been too much pre-trial publicity surrounding
his attacks on four Florida State University co-eds in their sorority house. After
Tallahassee reporters were required to testify, Bundy’s trial was moved to South
Florida. Bundy assaulted and murdered at least 30 young women, and possibly
many more, in the states of Washington, Oregon, California, Utah, Idaho, Colorado,
and Florida between 1974 and 1978. After more than a decade of denials he
confessed to 30 homicides, but the true total remains unknown.
A. W. Nutter
Fog from my breath in the way
Temporarily impeding my vision
A small lamp, illuminates my prey
Unaware, of his impending execution
Rons wife, conveniently out of town
Visiting a sick relative, her perfect alibi
She must really despise this clown
I wonder if she kissed the fool goodbye
Staying in the shadows around the house
Dressed in black, invisible in the darkness
Entering their kitchen, quiet as a mouse
Through a window, left unlocked on purpose
From the first bedroom a child moans
Peering at the bed and the sleeping boy
The husband was supposed to be left alone
She'll pay dearly for this unexpected ploy
With the silencer in place I wake up Ron
He dresses quickly picking up his keys
Protesting will endanger his bastard son
He drives us deep into the forest of trees
Removing my mask he views his twin
Staring into the face of his supine form
Before he can protest I commit the sin
Then pray for God to help me reform
Burning the body along with the gun
Quickly driving home to start my new life
Showering, I slip into bed with my son
Real father and mother now husband and wife
'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE...
'Twas the night before Christmas
All the kids were in bed
I looked at 'her' face
And liked the look that I read
Just when things began to matter
I heard the real ugly sound of a clatter
I thought it was probably the kid next door
And realized that 'she' had started to snore
So I got out of bed and looked outside
You'll never guess the scene that I spied
It was Grandpa and Grandma in a hot embrace
'midst the trash from the can all over the place
To me it was truly a sight to behold
I guess they were thinking they wern't too old
To frolic around like they were thirty
Rolling on the ground and getting all dirty
What had happened, was plain to see
They were trying to bring in a Christmas tree
They tripped on the trash can and both took a fall
Had trouble getting back up, and that was all
Unaware that I had a great view
At what they had been attempting to do
I quickly ducked back into the house
Jumped back in bed as quiet as a mouse
'She' was still snoring and sleeping so well
I hadn't the nerve to wake her and tell
Of the sight I had seen out on the ground
From two old folks just rollin' around
Trying to bring in a huge Chrstmas tree
For all the family to decorate and see
I'll never forget it but I hope nevermore
To see what I saw on the night 'twas before
22 November 2019
It's true, for some hearts burning embers
that a pet is like a family member
and how painful life is, when they slip away
but some pets stay.
Dutchboy wandered in some fourteen years ago
a young pup on the run from one who did not know
he needed warmth and love and one owner strong
the protector he would be, big and strong.
He played and barked
happy as a lark
he kept us safe and snug
as he cuddled and hugged.
Eventually he slowed in his play
and sad and unexpected, he slipped away
but some times in the quiet of the house
I see his shadow walk, quiet as a mouse
and well I now know,
some pets protect us still
waiting for Heaven to call us all
and till then, they stay.
Constance La France
All Pets Go to Heaven
8/17/2020
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.
There is a chocolate monster
It’s lurking around my house
Hiding here and hiding there
He’s as quiet as a mouse
The cake and cookies soon disappear
They vanish as if by magic
It is something I mustn’t fear
My depleted cupboards look so tragic
The Haribo sweets were sadly depleted
When I opened the kitchen drawer
Only ten left in the bag, oh I feel defeated!
Oh this monster is beyond the law
But I will miss my monster for soon he will leave
Back off to university he will go
And I will be sad and my shoulders will heave
So I must simply go with the flow
In a few weeks time my sweets will remain
For my son will be oh so far away
I’ll be wishing that he were back here again
Candy will be here when he returns one day
09~27~15
My Monster Contest Sponsored By Anthony Slausen
Poshpaws was our beloved pussy cat
She would clean her fur when sat on the mat
Loved to be stroked, we could tickle her tum
Her purr was loud like the noise from a drum
Large emerald eyes would sparkle and gleam
Her coat so soft with a beautiful sheen
She would lie in the sun from dusk till dawn
Rouse from her dreams with a pussycat yawn
Dad did not like cats - that’s what he would say
But on his lap Poshpaws would always lay
She’d follow my Dad all around the house
Make no noise, be as quiet as a mouse
She slipped away from us aged only ten
Buried in a beautiful shady glen
Written 11~23~14
Contest: I love my Pets
Sponsor LuLoo
My mother went to heaven on the day that I was born
My father raised me up before my mother he would join
He said, “Son, to get to heaven you must live a good, clean life
So you can go to meet your mother and see me with my wife.”
So, I tried to be good and I followed the golden rule
I did what I should and I was obedient all through school
I shared what I could and I read my bible every day
I tried to avoid evil thoughts and never a hurtful thing I’d say
The kids picked on me and “goodie-two-shoes” became my name
But, because I had a mission my actions always were the same
The road to meet my mother was a path to be kept clear
So bullies had their way with me – no retaliation need they fear
After my father passed away I met a beautiful young girl
She was everything to me; she was the rock in my empty world
We got married in the Summer; she was carrying my child in the Spring
I was looking forward to being a father to this miracle she would bring
I was working at a charity when they broke into my house
My wife tried to hide from them, being quiet as a mouse
They said, “Oh look, its goodie-two-shoes’ home, lets burn it to the ground”
When she yelled at them to stop this act, my wife was finally found
I won’t say what they did to her – the details I will spare
When she said, “My husband will soon be back”, they said, “What do we care”
“Goodie-two-shoes shares everything, of course he’d share his wife
Besides, that man’s a coward; we can do just what we like.”
When I came home and saw her, my mother spoke into my ear,
“Don’t worry about heaven, son, I’ve always been right here.”
I took my wife to the hospital, where they said she’d be okay
Then I went to find those bastards and wipe my life of good away
When they saw me approaching they laughed right into my face
With the first swing of the baseball bat I fell from heavens’ grace
Two men were unconscious before the third knew what to do
The bullet that he shot at me, my shoulder it passed right through
Justifiable homicide – on probation for ten years
My wife and son at my side, there is happiness in my tears
My mother and father visit me every night in my bedtime dreams
I didn’t need to take that path to heaven – or so, at least, it seems
Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh I’ve got a secret to tell
I’ll whisper it to you; as I don’t like to yell
I’ve discovered a monster living in my house
It’s very very quiet, as quiet as a mouse
The biscuit tin is empty, not even a single crumb
Yet the packet was brand new, not even undone
All the chocolate is gone, oh what can I do
If I find the culprit I’ll bid him adieu
He invades my fridge when I’m not looking
I’ve not poisoned him yet as he survives my cooking
A miracle has happened since my son returned to university
I’ve not had to keep the kitchen cupboards under lock and key
10~12~14
Contest: Monsters and Marvels
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
~awarded 4th place~
Lost and Found
Be quiet quiet quiet
Yes quiet as a mouse
It's nobody else's business
What goes on inside our house
We like our big little secrets
All disguised in pretty bows
These things are just between us
It is best that no one knows!
The little girl she listened
Held that burden of belief
Pretended with eyes of happy
But inside she held her grief
Losing her voice to a sorrow
That she wasn't allowed to show
Inside a numbing awareness
and no safe place where she could go
She kept on being quiet
Those around her thought it weird
She tried so hard to form her words
But her voice had disappeared
She lived within the shadows
until one day she made a choice
No longer would she be silent
She prayed "Please God give me my voice!"
Some answers don't come easy
But God helps us when we try
Her voice started as whisper
Yet on words she learned to fly
Her message spoken clearly
big little secrets shouldn't be kept
The girl became a woman
and she earned her self respect
Within light thoughts are shifted
She's not afraid to be seen
Truthful words tell her story
Others know where she has been
Her voice reveals her beauty
She knows freedom in her heart
With us she shares her secrets
As she transforms pain into art!
Dedicated to the girl who lost her voice,
and the woman who found it. Freyja Jensen.
The night is a hand cold as stone
Wrapped around my sun - warmed body
It can make one feel so alone
And laughs at those who love the day
The night is a shady man dressed in all black
Who surrounds me as if he were many
He’ll greatly make one’s courage lack
And terrify those who love the day
The night is as quiet as a mouse
But yet is always seen
He’ll silently creep into your house
And capture those who love the day
The night is poised for a throw
His weapon used is fear
Our inner light shall make us grow
And protect those who love the day.
Look out the hobyah's are on their way
I hope they don't see me
If I don't manage to hide in time
They'll eat me for their tea
A month ago they came to town
Looking for some food
And as they eat humans, I'm sure you'll agree
That's not very good
So if you see them coming
Run into your house
Hide under your table's
Be quiet as a mouse
They live under the hedgerows
And also under logs
Their not afraid of much you know
But their terrified of dogs
You see one time a big black dog
Bit off a hobyahs head
He pawed and bit another one
Until it to fell down dead
The mayor of our little town
Called a meeting today
He wants everyone who has a dog
To chase the hobyah's away
It turned out that the mayor was right
The man deserves a crown
Everyone who has a dog
Chased the hobyah's out of town
So our lives are now much better
And its a well known fact
The hobyah's are away for good
And there never coming back
Megan's alone, she's as quiet as a mouse,
as she steals through the hallways of
Maplethorpe House. Mysterious, moody
and always morose, it's as if she is leprous
no one can get close.
She carries a parcel held tight to her chest,
whatever it is she won't share with the rest.
How it got through security we'll never know,
in this forsaken place where you can't even
blow your own nose without matron's say-so,
they're so tough, as for personal things...
you can't pay them enough!
One day she went to open it, to show them
what's inside. She said, "It's a Magic Carpet!
Wanna take it for a ride?"
"Right, Megan, 'Magic Carpet,' huh? Next you'll
tell us pigs can fly! Go take your carpet
outta here, it's pie up in the sky!"
She stole the key from maintenance
to the sixth floor quiet room, forced a window,
took her rug, but 'stead of plunging to her doom
the carpet whisked her up aloft above the sixth
floor deck and took her deep into the sunset
until she was just a speck!