Long Psst Poems
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Tell It Like It Is
Strong member it if you can for that is what counts
spend some quiet time in reading it shall surmount
Give it balance. A good site is made up of work n' play
if not, all your good intentions may turn to hay...
Write the poems you want
Read the ones you like
Invite conversation
Tell it like it is, but be kind and do it with tact
Elect to keep silent, and don't partake in gossip
Read in the early morning or late evening
Enjoy a few poems, its other people's labor
And be kind everyone fights a battle
Don't give in to resentment its a lonely road
Strong member it if you want to belong to a site
and remember not everything is in black and white
Don't believe everything you hear psst, draw near
I want to tell you a secret, "writing is not my career "
It is my passion...
dopy
grumpy
doc…
bashful
sleepy
sneezed a lot.
happy now ;)
we do indeed
have a spicy snot
twice the mice
and a monkey
at the helm…
came a lot
she did
to read these men
disguised as
snoozen
eighth dwarf
is a gem
...she puts rouge on
and climbs a tree…
psst… “Snow White?”... she ain’t me.
;)~
"diminitioning returns beyond the event horizon
mariginal lines of visibility as solar flares
light up the sky there is no noise i wonder why"
i wonder how
an event such as
her eyes are on
can stir such wonder
on events unheard
noize is what i said
3.14159265
it’s in the air
and in my head
but when i turn
to see the sun
i thought i saw
inside a one
but honey it said…
nine slides on
and a cone
of silence
doesn’t work
without fun.
:)
I wondered why for a while
but then no one answered
so I’m making up my own how.
that's what.
Form:
You say, "Why don't you smile?"
Don't you know it is vile?
Ugh! you are forty-five
Your words should fortify
My work like a rabbi.
On our first official
zoom, you cry at facial
gloom. Psst! Now sadness looms.
I know, never a womb
Has seen this vested room.
Your grand client lineup
Makes your word a decree
So see, when you treat me
Like Clinton in lineup
You see wavering eyes
Signalling for time up
Can you not feel the tension in the air
The strained smiles and the creaking of the chair.
I'm new, this is my debut in this venue
My face confesses the confusion in lieu
Of confronting my tenure in your crew
You could have eschewed my blue hue
Or lightened it with a quip or two
But no, now we have to continue
Like mildew until my adieu
The sound you make are for attention;
But did I ever mentioned that I can't hear you;
Shallower whispers newt silences
Glorify the quite
Psst!!
What ya say?
Making bacon on the barbeque grill;
Racing chocolate milk cartons;
While all the while the dentist jackhammering the wisdom of your jaw;
The motorcycle is coming down the hallway, just exiting the bathroom;
While currently curtains of Camelot presidential parade s;
All this fuss is amongst us;
Yet I can't hear a word you say;
Psst!!
Cantaloupe swept use surprise;
Only at library, funerals, and nap time for babies and the elderly;
What ya say??
Can't hear U;
Git on up open your mouth!
Robbers got their chewing gum!!!
Start yelling hush, better run;
What ya say?
Can I have your tent and can of beans, please...
What ya say!
Before I roll up out of here;
Small mouths are loud can' t hear what I say;
I prayed today that my words would be heard;
Psst!!
What ya say
And right away I forgot what you said;
I can't hear you for all quietness
Thank God He ordained
Attentional whispers huh!!
Psst!!
They become crazy mixed up elderly he-goats.
I am in part a Protestant,
In part I am a Jew,
But then I am a Catholic,
on off-days an atheist, too.
I’m something of a socialist
and pay my union dues
from well-laundered Mafia funds.
Psst! Have you got your share, too?
If they’d put me down in Ulster,
I’d have blown my brains out with a gun,
Just to keep ‘em guessing
Which faction in me won.
You can call me all the names you like.
A Prot, a wop, a yid.
In earlier days I used to be
a crazy mixed-up kid.
And I sure am still baffled
by this crazy mixed-up world,
and don’t expect enlightenment
ere my winding sheet is furled.
That is, I'd like to know
Before the day I die.
Which part of me is all the rest,
And which part of me is I?
Psst, You There, Just Once Won't Hurt
I'm Your Friend
By: Tom Wright
07/03/99
I have stolen your children,
caused broken homes,
fostered child abuse
and killed your neighbor.
Because of me you have ungodly thoughts
and perform ungodly acts.
I shorten your life.
Ad men say that I'm what's happening
while many teens think I'm cool.
Like other sin, I'm portrayed as glamorous,
the in thing to do.
To many, I'm a crutch,
still others an excuse.
When lonely, I'll pretend to be your companion,
for awhile.
Socially, I'll be just one of the guys.
I'm a battle in which you can't win,
at best, a draw.
To many, I'm classified as a disease
but correctly put, I'm a DRUG-- a habit.
A habit that you can't break.
Millions are spent yearly fighting things I've caused
yet I remain stronger than ever.
Man keeps statistics on Drugs,
Wars, Aids, Heart failure, Cancer,
Cigarettes and Automobile wrecks.
So it is with great pride that I say
I am responsible for more deaths than any of these
and the primary cause of a large part of these.
I raise insurance rates,
steal your pride,
and cause degradation and embarrassment
at every given opportunity.
Political lobbyist protect me as if their first born.
Citizens seek restitution in your courts
for wrongful deaths in all manner of things,
but not against me.
You will sue the car maker, the driver, the gun maker,
or the tobacco company,
but never the Spirits Industry.
I have a free ride as I destroy your lives.
Oh, in and of myself I'm not bad,
I've many useful purposes
and man has made me what I am.
I am that small bottle
that society chooses to ignore,
called Alcohol.
Psst, hey kid, over here
want a drink?
Mischievous Cats
Bella and Shadow nestled in their woven beds on the cat tree.
Bella stretches out her legs and purrs.
"Psst, Psst. Hey, Shadow, are you up for some fun?"
"Sure!” Shadow purred, "What do you have in mind?"
"Let's go tease Peeddie.
Let's see how far he can stretch from his leash.
He is always eager to see us come near;
a stretch from his leash, whip lash for him."
Together, bolting for the stairs, they waited, looking around.
Out the pet door they hurried, down the porch steps and started across the yard.
Shadow caught up with Bella.
They crept ahead with a mission, staying low, using the bushes for cover.
Peeddie lies basking in the sun sleepy against a stake driven firmly into the ground, instead of his pillow inside his home.
Bella and Shadow creep forward through the mulch beneath the bushes,
a twig snapped off to one side.
Bella stared at Shadow and whispered,
"Hush! We don't want to warn Peeddie we're close."
Peedie, arose when he heard the snap, saw the two cats,
with precision, unleash his position.
"Uh-Oh!" Bella hissed and spat.
"W-h-a-t? Oh my gosh! ", Shadow said.
Somersaulted back home; for it had rain the night before and the ground became so soft, Peeddie had pulled out the stake.
Bella and Shadow bolted across the yard back through the pet door up the stairs.
They found out it was better to sleep like a mouse and let sleeping dogs lie.
Moral of the story,
Leave something alone if it might cause trouble.
07~10~16
Hey…psst…wake up! I know it's still dark but will you come with me? Come on…
We tiptoe quietly through the sleeping house and slip our feet into flip-flops, and go out the back door.
We are in our backyard. A flat, grassy expanse that looks as fine and welcoming as the finest Persian rugs. Surrounding our little home in the mountains is nothing but trees and creeks…blessed nature.
Holding your hand because we are friends, we stand in the middle of this beauty in our pajamas and flip-flops and look up at the sky.
The hyper, flashing Morse-code of the stars are the first to dim, so tired from their all night attempt at communicating their heavenly delights.
The vast skies fade from blackest night to deep indigo hues, finally washing out to the palest blue gray of watercolors.
Just as we begin to distinguish the shapes of trees, the glow, surprising in its slow suddenness, we feel a lightness warming our hearts as well, banishing all fear and welcoming the sweet anticipation of a new day.
Then we hear a far away, “tweet,tweedle,tweet!”
This must be Mother bird, for she is always first to rise and sing!
She isn't alone for long…soon her family and friends awaken to sing to the Maker of the Summer Sunrise.
And this is their Sunrise song:
“Awake my fellows! Arise my friends!
For the Creator brings us the sun rise again!
No need to worry, no need to care,
if we'll have shelter or what the flowers wear. He hears our prayers, our songs and our cries…for after darkest night we know the sun will rise!
So don't fret,no, don't worry about what we will eat…
Just be thankful for all with this song we sing…tweet, tweet, tweedle, tweedle,tweet, tweet, tweet!”
Daze gone by and things forgotten.
Bees gone! And the corn is rotting....
And then one day... as if to say...
A Chance came by,
from the Cornman's Way.
The young One too, at 22, sat with Me.
And in my yard not far apart,
We sat together,
And Together were Three.
"Notice Time, it's five til nine...
1.55 and we're still alive...
I like your shiny red car.
Glows just right, near
The moon's full light.
Much, like a shiny red star..."
Gentlemen,
As to not tempt fate,
Our visit is Great...
But it's time you two should go.
Not to be rude, but I hesitate,
So I ask you to exit,
By way of the gate.
Oh my O Me, and how I awoke,
Not sure if living or dead.
Confusion was there
and thin was the air,
A humming was loud in my head.
Which day is This?
And which Tomorrow?
Switched Wayz they did,
Or was that borrow?
Fear and panic all around...
The letters spun, mixing
Color with sound!
And then I saw, His card at hand.
And saw the Chance, to begin again.
I'm grateful, and I understand.
Mother said,
Kitten, go close the door...
Your time with Them,
Should be know more.
And then I remembered,
About the Fours…
Psst...
"...it's not a cigar..."
"...use the fours, luck.e..."
Psst hey sub c, you feel that? Seems like she’s making changes, but do you think she really means it this time.
As her sub c, I can feel the shift within her attitude. Specifically towards the parts of her that she would never acknowledge before.
Yes, as her heart I second that.
Seems like she keeps trying to change my rhythm.
The tune is different from our old track.
I was pretty comfortable sitting at a slow, basic beat.
I was not even sweating from the stress that she in the past had put on me.
Hey, this is her ego, and I am afraid to say I agree with heart.
She and I haven't even been friends these days.
It's like she doesn't even care what I have to say.
For example, I try to get in her head and slip in tips, but she has a thick skull gate that keeps deflecting it.
This is me brain, and I can't believe what I am about to say, but I am in agreement with what ego just relayed.
He has been trying to send me messages, but I keep bouncing them back.
I mean, really, just return to sender she is trying to air control and direct her thoughts off of that old path.
Ego, you have a way of holding her back.
Even spirit tells me about your wicked affairs, like why would you put down the only higher power she made attempts at a relationship with. Really?
Come on, man, that's why we call you whack.
Why don't we all work together as one?
After all, if it wasn't for her and us, she and we would be none.
We just need to find a way to coexist.
Stop trying to sabotage one part, that part, this part, ish. She's trying to change the system from the inside out.
Can't we all be a team and give her the benefit of the doubt?