Best Ssh Poems
I thank all Participants in my endeavor to create a POETRYSOUP Dictionary I f YOU do not
see Your word yet Please be Patient I was not expecting such a Great response You may
send in more than one word(per : Brian Strand, Dane Ann, and Sean Kelly) Thank-YOU
Again YOUR POETRY Brother ALWAYS...HG
Coffee --- The Person Upon Whom You Cough --- Sean Kelly
Flabbergasted --- Appalled At The Extra Weight I've Gained --- Sean Kelly
Hollywood --- Decorative Christmas Forest --- Sean Kelly
Reliable --- Being Able To Successfully Tell Untruths ---Sean Kelly
Hypnosis --- Your Sister Who Refuses Her Hip Operation --- Sean Kelly
Coffee --- Life's Spark Plug --- Karen O'Leary
Wallflower --- Take Five - Hand Jive --- Brian Strand
Bank Promissory Note --- My Gosh, What Tosh --- Brian Strand
Clueless --- Oh No - Clouseau --- Brian Strand
Futures Trading --- I Bet - You Sweat --- Brian Strand
Still Life --- Tableau Stage Show --- Briand Strand
Hobo --- No Bread - in Shed ---Brian Strand
Taize-Rondo --- Sung Low ---Brian Strand
Chaplin --- No Sound Around --- Brian Strand
Rsvp --- See You - Chez Nous --- Brian strand
Veni, Vedi, Vici --- Old Ode, In Code --- Brian Strand
Dear John --- Sweetheart, We Part --- Brian Strand
C A I - Misspell - Ssh Don't Tell --- Briand Strand
One Party State --- I Choose - You Loose ---Brian Strand
Conredanse --- Line Dance - In France --- Brian Strand
Democracy --- Fair Do's -You Choose --- Briand
Charleston --- Kick Feet - Off Beat ---Briand Strand
WIKIPEDIA --- Free Facts - Unpacked ---Briand Strand
Blog (1) --- Essay Today --- Brian Strand
Blog (2) --- Bio To Show --- Brian Strand
Solid State --- Opacity Capacity --- Robert A. Dufresne
Not Fit For Purpose --- Useless, I Guess --- Brian Strand
Off The Record --- You Wrote My Note --- Brian Strand
Press Release --- Off Pat - No Chat --- Brian Strand
Intuition --- Sat - Nav Less --- Brian Strand
Xylophone --- Music's Home --- Dane Ann
X-Ray --- Bone Inspector --- Dane Ann
Zeal --- Eagerness Squeal --- Dane Ann
Zoo --- Animal Crew --- Dane Ann
Pick me, pick me, you beg and plead
You think that you just what he need
Today, you in the game, yea!
Today you get to play and that totally made your day
But you don't love the game, you love the Coach
You're getting a home visit from Coach. Yes, he says he's coming over
Wow, you do dumb ssh for love when he's on his way
You quickly hide clothes in the other room, you throw stuff here and there. You run and tuck and when he's not around, you don't give a pluck. Clothes are here, there, everywhere scattered
When he's not around, nothing about clothes or your room even matter
You think and think and think of him
You think of 100 reasons to call him
You think of two reasons not to call
One, he's not going to answer, two, he's with that witch
Why she gotta be a witch? Cause you want her man?
There you go, when are you gon learn?
Second string on the bench, waiting again for your turn
How long will this go on? Will this ever end?
You've been waiting for a month for Coach to pick you again..Really?
Six weeks have passed, he doesn't even look your way
He doesn't give you or your name a call
She is staying in the game.
Why wait for the starter to get an offside penalty?
She's not trying to get no technical or foul out
She's playing tackle with him while you playing touch
You wait so patiently to get put in. But put you in for what? You on the bench and still getting ran over.
Don't you see, you don't mean what you think you mean to him
And no, you're not no challenge or no threat to her.
But silly ole you, still wanna be part of the team, so you try some new plays to impress Coach. Of course it's his way, cause when it's all said and done only the player that's gonna help him win get to stay in the game
And one thing I know about the game, you can get cut for no reason
There are many others trying out for your spot, but so far there’s only the two of you who are actually on the team roster
Stop playing second string, second string doesn't get acknowledged
Don't get no recognition and you don't get to meet the fam
Girl, you're not no second string material, get off the sidelines
You are not obligated to stay, you are a free agent
You deserve better, dream BIG, become part of a team
Where you won't be the Coach's player, you'll be... The Coach's Wife!
Thoughts scurrying in my head
like underground commuters -
pushing, bustling, focused only
upon themselves with no care for
others - reaching for the last
remaining hang strap or seat.
Words tousling for attention;
some trying to scream the loudest,
while others sulk in silence,
hoping I will notice their drooping
lip - occasionally slamming the
doors of concentration.
Distracting me from mundane tasks
the nagging voices in the background
of my single-mindedness, pulling -
this way and that - lurching from
decision to indecision, from certitude
to the uncertainty of next move.
Manic dance to wavering music -
now here, now there, shilly-shallying
to discordant melody and
rampant orchestration. Confused conductor,
misguiding brass and strings producing
a cacophony of sound - a jarring, jangling din.
STOP! Let me try and restore order!
All sit down, calm down, SHUT UP!
Stand in a neat line, so I can
see straight - consider my options.
Put down your instruments, let them
be soundless. Freeze frame! Motionless.
I stand before the still of the image.
In one corner there is 'do this',
in the other 'do that'.
The mayhem surrounding them frozen.
Grimace fixed for eternity.
While I hover in a place of indecision;
fingers plugging my ears; eyes blinded by perplexity.
On closer scrutiny I see 'alternative',
nestling in the background, quietly waiting
for recognition. I see it now, so clearly.
I pick it up, it conforms to my touch,
We leave together by the back door.
Frozen frame melting as movement returns to
the manic confusion. Alternative and I
in collusion, leaving indecision, and
disharmony to slug it out, tip-toe
to safety, hand in hand....ssh, close the
door quietly, they may not even notice we have gone.
"Hey you - It's me"
Thats what I hear when I pick up the phone
I giggle and smile
His voice very sexy
He has a comforting tone.
He asks me how my day was
He tells me about his
And all the while
I giggle.
I simply giggle.
He is strong, yet sweet
but, ssh, don't tell
as I have solemly
promised never to repeat.
He travels a lot by car and by plane
So his itinerary is top topic
Although it drives him insane.
He likes my voice and to hear me laugh
I like the fact, that he too, loves baths.
He is unable to leave a glass in the sink
I too am, a self proclaimed neat freak.
One night on the phone
late in the evening
my combacks began
to not flow that easy.
He said with a laugh
its okay you win
because that way too,
we both win in the end.
With your smile and laughter
and happiness abound
its our victory together
we will celebrate what we've found.
Super Star Hotel,
Supremely, located at the center of Takoradi city
It’s magnificently attractive, beautiful and excellent,
Coupled with the nicely-looking light green colour which reflect its purity
Besides, it’s hardworking, cordial professional management.
SSH, is capable to host students who dislike the difficulties of hostel
Thus, to make research, studies and attending lectures or seminars bearable
Believe you me, there’s good approach and comely reception
Plus the vital space to make your car-parking, loading and off-loading possible
How can I forget, it provide both proper fan ventilation and chill air-condition.
Super Star Hotel,
Superbly, appreciated and accepted due to its cherished hospitality
Irrespective of your race, religion or ethnic background its remains decent
Coupled with all what’ll make you have pleasure, love at heart, peace of mind and integrity
Aside, there’s conference room for your business meeting, program or event.
SSH, is reliable to make you and your guest or partner feel at home unlike a motel
Well, in terms of rate or price it’s highly affordable
Be it in your country’s currency or local Cedi, it’ll have your reservation
As it’s open throughout weekdays (24/7) to make your visit memorable and loveable
Hence, you’re welcome to establish contact for your next vacation and enjoy the relaxation.
The time is murky just before dark
Sun holds her breath in endless battle
Hint of fog and mist rising in park
My feet plod heavy like child rattle
Legs protrude shaped deer and child
A-praying. Ssh darling says mother,
Sweet dreams spring constitution mild
Come back from window reject other
In bed tucked up I run again
Shattering multi-coloured tales
The pigs, wolves, dragons brutally slain
Cast aside like foot rot bloodied tails
I imagine myself chasing trains
Fool! Blundering rhino attempting dance
Gazelle only canon drawn pains
Aged fat knight dragging lance
Two black panthers swooped by
Light as dark angels in trainers
I felt at once white clown why
Can coal coated elephants learn to fly?
Leave me to plod therefore unmaimed
And let others more wily receive gains.
Something had just occurred to me
As I sat and talked to Cleetus Magee
He was only joking that day
I took it serious in an odd, pathetic way
He suggested I open my own place for people to eat
I began to brainstorm on the cost for food, a/c, electric and heat
It hit me like a ton of bricks
After eating some Barbecue at Rick's
So tonight I will make my play
After raiding a few dumpsters, I will have enough to open my leftovers from all
over buffet
I began by scanning the neighbors trash cans late at night
Not much luck, some Sausage Pudding and Tripe
Next I will raid Applebee's for some quality food to offer
I even found a couple of Golfballs I will give to a friend of mine who is an avid
golfer
As I was dumpster diving, I had some trouble from a couple of stray cats over
three chunks of meat
After a fight and I received a few scratches, the cats then leave in defeat
I picked up the meat to smell it, free meat my favorite price
With a lot of spices, it will be very well disguised
Then I moved on to the Noisy Oyster
All the seafood was still quite fresh, it contained plenty of moisture
I rented a space at a cold storage facility
Until I had enough for some business stability
With every dumpster raid, my food inventory grew
Maybe next would be IHOP, pondering if I should put breakfast items on the buffet
too
Tonight I open up the doors
To a feast no one has ever seen before
Just to see the customers go up for seconds or thirds gives me pleasure
The saying is true One Man's Trash is Another Man's Treasure
One customer said if he didn't have to go to work he would eat all day
Ssh! Please don't reveal my secrets about my leftovers from all over buffet
The Ballad of Love Distorted
The horse’s ears flicker in silent rebuke
His rider is tense, taut, confused.
Raw frost shining in soft silver rhythm
And the cutting cold wind is unforgiving,
A dark house ahead, his fate there, unseen.
The rider dismounts with a silent scream.
‘Quiet now boy!’ and the horse retreats.
A hard push and a heavy door creaks.
His weapon drawn, his mind clear
His raw senses breathing fear
A loose floorboard, a startled cat
A glare, a thud,
Draw back? Draw back?
The stillness returns as his heartbeat slows
He reaches the bedroom and oh but he knows
His daughter’s light breath as his fury grows
‘Ssh Molly’ he hears ‘Sleep now ,pretty rose.’
He sees in the moonlight through a latticed pane
Her white throat, soft face, her delicate frame
Sleeping soundly and peaceful in love’s afterglow
He grips his pistol and aims true and low
As firmly he points at Lord Arthur’s head
he hears his Molly as she softly says
‘I love him, Daddy, and that, death won’t change.
I’m sorry you’re hurt. I know you feel pain.’
But her father despairs for her future, her life
He remembers with horror Lord Arthur’s good wife
A partner discarded, in madness and strife
Lord Arthur had killed her, for Molly, his child.
He readies the weapon, this much he controls,
As Molly she screams and Arthur he rose
The horse in the meadow he neighs and implores
But the foul deed is done as his daughter, she roars.
‘Oh Father, my father, what have you done?’
He turns and he stumbles, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t run.
Epilogue, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s poem : Epilogue
By way of a Farewell to « personal » poetry. Paul Verlaine, March 1895
(Towards the end of his rather short and tumultuous life, Verlaine in this poem – after composing somewhat in the manner of his times by distilling his own expériences in rhymed and fixed stanzaic forms - makes us believe wishes to put an end to his « personal » compositions. He died of pulmonary congestion on January 8, 1896.
T. Wignesan)
So, therefore, Farewell Dear me-Myself
That which decent people have held to blame.
The poor people ! Who put much love to flame
Remain much flattered (Lady, as when she loves herself !)
Farewell, Dear Me, joy and chagrin
Of which, it seems, I spoke of far too much
That no one wants more of : I have done with such.
From now on , I must my Self drown.
In the heart of hearts – how might one holler ?
Of Impersonal Art, and to take a dignified stand
That I assume a cold-blooded stance,
To celebrate you ! O ! Walhalla !
For, Buddha, to celebrate your rites
And your customs in all countries !
And as for those of my country, O ! Ssh !
Talk of your drawbacks and your merits.
And in breath-stopping plays
Amidst novels put together synthetic
Or, well, in the manner analytic,
Stretch myself out in stupefying tropes !
Farewell, Dear Me-Myself, out of work
I feel the numbness of the tomb already
Casting sneaky glances at us through beauty
On towards a project for unique-headed Art
Farewell ! Heart ! No need for more fare-thee-wells :
This’s a little like mud somewhat
Piled up on one’s austere Head – and over Art –
What with these « unresolved farewells ».
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Really? Is that all you are good for? Know your worth!
This is to bring awareness to outside relationships, cheaters, settlers, people who prefer to settle and have relations with someone who is in a relation with another. They do not respect nor care about the damages, affects, or consequences that can result from cheating or having an affair. Whether male or female, it applies to both cases.
If you are knowingly cheating with a married man, you are agreeing to contributing to being a person who administer “Roadside Assistance.” You are called upon when he is “Broke Down,” even if it’s just a minor breakdown. When he is broken, mad, sad, or had a lover’s spat with his wife, he runs to you for assistance and you accept the role as the mechanic. When he is having problems with his starter (yeah his wife), and his starter is acting up, he should make efforts to find out what the problem is and the solution to fix it. That does not mean to go out and get a new starter.
Understand this ladies, he doesn’t really want you, want you, he just needs a lil assistance to temporarily get his mind off the one he truly loves, the one he’ll never leave you for. So let’s say for instance he has a flat, yeah, he’s losing air, he’s got a slow leak, he’s running out of gas, he’s feeling down and he calls you cause he needs assistance. And what do you do when he needs assistance? You assist. You nurture, you cook, you listen, you sex, you pump him up, add fuel to his tank, fix his flat and then he drives home. Yes, home, home to his wife. Your house is not home. Did you think your house was home? Really?
Girl STOP! You are just somewhere he pulled over to the side to get a quick fix, a jump, an oil change, a tune-up…
STOP! JUST STOP! STOP, STOP, STOP!
Stop being on call providing 24 hour Roadside Assistance.
Shake that ssh... off and turn on them headlights, the ones that’s on inside your brain. Change your way of thinking and KNOW your worth!
You are not half of a woman that deserves half of a man. Don’t settle for a piece of man just to say you have a man. You are not no second string, no boo, no side piece, no shorty, no lil chick, no mistress, no fling, no bit..h, no whor$…
YOU ARE AMAZING, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL, YOU ARE A QUEEN and you should be treated as such. You are so much more worthy and deserving of better!
He's cute and amazing,Ooh god Im
going crazy.Ssh please promise you
wont tell
When he smiles,I go virual.Ssh
please promise you wont tell
When he talks,I usually watch,hoping
he'll never stop.Ssh please promise
you wont tell
The way he walks,is such a pain
knowing I will never have my
way.Ssh please promise you wont
tell
My friends will always say,ooh my
gosh it's just a crush, what is with all
this fuss.Ssh please promise you
wont tell
To me,ooh please,it's much more
than he.One day he'll love me and
then I'll be pleased
Ssh please promise you wont tell
I am cracked, dropped, thrown, hurt and broken into pieces.
But whatcha mad at me fa?
I don’t understand.
Look... You called him over and over, nine times in a row, I had nothing to do with him not answering you or calling you back.
You got mad because he blocked you.
You sent that video to yo friend and she uploaded it to social media.
So whatcha mad at me fa?
You were looking and snooping through his phone and read text messages and saw some ssh you didn’t wanna see, now your insecurity level is in the triple digits.
You took those nude photos and sent it to him and he showed all his homies.
So whatcha mad at me fa?
You answered him at 2 in da morning and let him talk that crap in yo ear.
You lowered your standards and accepted less than you deserve.
You chose to mess with a married man and be a side piece.
You knew he couldn't be with you on holidays.
So whatcha mad at me fa?
You allowed him to control your mood and attitude
You gave him the power to detect how yo day was going to go
You listened to that lie and believed it.
You thought money could buy you love.
You, You, YOU!
But cha’ wanna get mad at me.
You wanna call me stupid and throw me up against the wall and pitch me out the window and crack me in the head with a hammer and try and flush me down the toilet and hurt me in whatever way possible and fa what? You already showed me that you can’t live without me, so please treat me with care and love me like I love you.
Love Always,
Your Cell Phone
Boy I swear, sometimes these cellphones can't catch a break, lol.
Stuck in a deep dark hole beneath the world. I hear foot steps. I see the bottom of people's shoes. I hear laughter, crying, yelling, sighs and gasps. I hear smiles in people's voices. Friendly and warmth. Very comforting. Makes me feel... It makes me feel. Not so bad. I can do it. But something inside of me wants to tell why? Why me ? I am cursed or am I blessed. Am I blessed with a power or a curse? I can't see the world but I can touch and feel and sense the world. I see through touching,smiling and listening. I have a gift. And I can see. I can see clearly. I can't see the corruption. I am happy I can't see with my eyes. Society is dreading and falling apart. Stand still. Close your eyes. And take a deep breath. And breathe. Breathe. What do you see ? A beautiful world. Peaceful. Beautiful and peaceful. Thank you for blessing me. Thank you. God I thank you.
By: SSH
black and yellow butterfly
on orange-high
lantanas take off
husband grabs branch
releases wing
from spider’s web
in final passby
colorful butterfly
breezes past window pane
humid & hopeful days
red, white, blue
flag waves
stars flutter
behind afternoon skies
trustworthy diamonds
things seen and unseen
nevertheless
God’s eyes see all
Sleep, baby now rest
Don't you know? To me your the best.
Close your eyes until tomorrow
Although you know the morning may bring you sorrow.
Peace child, don't you know?
You bring happiness in this world filled with foe.
It's not your fault people don't understand,
But I'll stand by you; I'll hold your hand
Ssh young heart, don't you cry,
Here, wipe that tear from your eye.
You must be scared, we all are
But you have the strength to be a shining star.
Believe, young dreamer
Follow your dreams but be a believer.
It's not the weight of the world that holds you down,
It's the weight on your forhead, your heavy frown.
Patience high flyer, it takes time,
But like a fanfare the bells will chime.
You are never alone
I am always here
A silent whisper
'Have no fear'
Sleep, now rest
Through time you've become the best.
Close your eyes, and trust in me.
We will be together for eternity.
Alison kaine