hush, a quieting word
hush up, a fighting phrase
hush-hush, a soothing term
hush puppy – tasty salty treat
husk, a hull of corn
husky, a stout curved-tailed dog
husking, shucking corn in Iowa
husky man, beefy, chunky and muscular
similar words
sometimes spelled identically
multiple meanings
English is not an easy language
* comes eve hums heart, marvels my mind on heart’s weird ways
* when heart whispers who hastens to hush up my head’s whine?
* heart whispers… head hastens to harvest the yield
* be still O heart halt all thy murmurs… hush up O head... let me hear me
* my heart when whispers, touches deep to relate with soul
This feeling is like being trapped in a nightmare.
I close my eyes and I lay here.
Coming down, I try to escape you.
Trying to hush up these thoughts that race through my brain.
But I can't find the brakes, so fast, I can't stop.
I feel so insane.
Suffocating from your hold on me
Hanging on to me, I hear you taunting me.
I can't shake you.
You're scaring me!
You've made me so weak,I can't run.
So under the blankets I hide.
Theres no use. How can you find me every time?
I can no longer deny that I'm weak for you .
Such a pathetic thing that I'd almost crawl to you.
I know that I hate you,
Yet when I try to rid myself of you I find myself missing you.
I hate to say that it's become more like I'm needing you.
But I refuse to fiend for you!
I'm on my knees, will I give into you ?
You're a monster .
You don't lurk in the closets.
No need to creep under beds.
Instead, I find you inside of me; controlling my head.
You're a demon attached to me.
Constantly draining me.
Eating and feeding from me.
& slowly, ...I know that you're killing me .
Why can't you just leave me be?
Stay away from me!
Please
I'm done with you numbing me.
Lampooning as an Angel of Mercy,
You'll find me near the bottom of the apple sauce jar.
This is not a sad tale, this is simple decomposition.
I am aware of the Jesus in me.
And you are too to some degree.
To some degree.
Come to think of it, you might also find me rimming
Right off a jar of kimchee.
Huh, what then would you think of me?
So hush up counting all things terrible.
Come grab this deliverable.
So free and so shareable.
Would like to state it clearly
Hence I won’t hush up,
I cannot stand the burdens
Of all whom are corrupt.
Some say the world is crazy
Though it’s not the worlds conduct,
When people act disgraceful;
Hurt others and disrupt…
Normality and peacefulness
Simply what is good,
I’m blessed to be right here and now
From the past I stood.
Tonight I read the news-
Small portions of messed up,
Really made me sick
Those that are corrupt.
Murder, bashings, rape
Deception interruption,
Not a natural way
The way of such corruption.
Not right to hurt another,
Be good and just keep up…
We must evolve many fold,
Be better not corrupt.
I miss the peace of silent thought--
This worldly pace has grown so fast—
And in its wake that speed has brought
Us woes unknown throughout the past,
And now we find we have to face
A sea of troubles, deep and vast.
If we could only slow that pace
And find a means for its decrease,
Perhaps this unrelenting race
Might finally be made to cease,
And in that silence we might find
Some vestige of elusive peace.
For there at last may be divined
Creativeness of every kind.
April 30, 2019
knew what will suffice
then encourage and entice
to cut biggest slice
Instead of Trump cutting
us out of everything, we
should have Christ cut
him out of everything.
Trump everything he seems to know,
For his Bible has been telling him so;
Thinks is strong,
Always wrong;
Off deep end into water we did throw.
Trump was in river where mouth is wide,
Just like his after he had lied and lied;
Started hesitating;
Became devastating;
To have him hush up we tried and tried.
To Trump we gave him another toast,
While he will brag and boast the most;
Very scary
Adversary;
Had been swallowed up by Holy Ghost.
Jim Horn
His Hide Was Too Wide
In jolly old England, Sir Henry, his lordship looked for a horse to ride
After a few days a horse was found and he tried to oblige
However, when Lord Henry approached his side, the horse reared in
the air and let out a loud “Yip”
Lord Henry, very upset, yelled, “Calm down old horse, we must make
this trip”
“But sir, “ said the horse, “I don't mean to be rude, but your
circumference is very wide. You could break my hip”
Of course, this hurt his Lordship's pride
“Hush up old horse, allow me to mount, or I'll use my whip!”
“Ney, Ney,” the old horse whinnied, and broke his stride, jerked
his head back, and of Lord Henry's arm took a nip.
So even though he tried, Lord Henry didn't get a ride because the old
horse thought his hide was too wide
Sorry no longer politically correct
“Huntin Nuttin”
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
Hush up! We be huntin’
Ain’t seen no nuttin’ yet.
I wont me some muten.
Geet dat dere tree stan' set.
Sho wheel be glad ta see
Dis yers buck a-runnin.
Watch out fer dat dair bee
Stingin' sho ain’t singin’.
Da possum, whire she be?
Over yander. Ya see?
Been dere nelly a week.
Hangin'. Huntin' nuttin'.
Why WE huntin nuttin?
Lez go bi my muten.
Written for Deborah Guzzi’s
“Dialect's Make the World Go Round! Contest.”
Dialect: Southern Back Woodsmen
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