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I have always loved to read since I was a young child
I read Charlotte’s Web over and over, I was beguiled
I would walk for miles to the town library every week
And brought home books my parents didn’t like, sometimes freak
When I was nine, I climbed a ten-foot built-in bookcase in our house
My parents were sleeping when I climbed to the top, quiet as a mouse
I would sneak all types of books to my room that I knew were forbidden
And kept them in my room, under my bed, secretly hidden
I read the Amityville horror in secret until one night I screamed in my room
My bedroom shade went up by itself, I was terrified, I thought I was doomed
My Mother came running in, very worried, to find out what was going on
She saw the horror book, and the adult books under my bed that didn’t belong
I was grounded for weeks but continued to love to read all types of genres
Spending afternoons reading with a cup of tea and relaxing in my pajamas
Patterson, Cornwell, and Slaughter, are some of my favorite authors today
Reading is still favorite pastime, a way to escape my world in a healthy way
3/16/19
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
Contest: The Silent Kiss
Sponsor: Constance La France
Date written: 23rd August, 2025
Placement: Second
"In the silence of the night, a kiss remained still in the depth of dreams." — By Poet
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In that still night when silence spoke volumes,
I longed for your soft touch to warm the cold air.
But even your shadow lay silent on the bed,
while snow kept drifting as quiet as a mouse.
The cold slipped through the pores of my woolly blanket,
my lips moved to the song by restless crickets.
Not even the hot cup of coffee I brewed
could chase away how cold missing love can feel.
Sleep at last was kind enough to find my eyes,
and I dreamed of you holding tight my hands.
You pressed your familiar kiss upon my cheek,
yet it fell too silent for my soul to notice.
Again and again you kissed my trembling lips,
until you stilled their restless, shaking dance.
And the darkened room grew deeper in its silence.
But morning came too swiftly for the sun
to let your quiet kiss still guard my sleep.
It fled like a thief who scaled my dream,
leaving me to wake with empty longing.
Two summers ago
Armed only with a hoe
Went to the garden
Hoping the ground not harden
Twas a nice summer morn
Just for gathering corn
Got to the herb raised beds
Thought I'd some basil instead
Pulled out my knife
To cut some spice
Spying some movement
Fell quiet as a mouse
Snake, Snake
But no one to hear
My grandson inside
Turned a deaf ear
When first I spied him
Thought he's a rat snake
Then with closer look a copperhead did make
Sticking him in the center back with my six inch blade
Thought he would crawl away but he stayed
He coiled and rattled to let me know
He was not confined to just crawl low
He stayed upright and faced me head on
I told him he best be gone
He dropped back down and started to crawl away
I caught him behind the head with the six inch blade
He gave a flop and I heard something pop
Out of my garden he crawled
To find another spot
Stay gone don't come back
But now I pack a fourty-five to garden the back side
(This needs work. I wanted to write this because I never thought that I would find a
rattlesnake in my herb garden. He scared me to death when it was over and I really realized
that was what I faced. All I could think about during the confrontation was other family
members who might be out there and get bitten not suspecting that he was there.)
Form:
Mrs. Santa Claus sleeps in bed alone
One night of every year
While her husband flies around the world
Spreading the Christmas cheer
She throws an extra blanket on the bed
Just for Christmas Eve
Knowing it will be cold this night instead
When Santa Claus takes his leave
She trusts Rudolph and the other reindeer
To keep him safe in flight
She dresses him in his suit of red
To keep him warm throughout the night
She doesn’t pack him any snacks
There will be cookies in every house
She rubs oil on the shoes he wears
So he can be quiet as a mouse
Every kid in the world wants a visit from him
And what a wonderful job he does
But the woman who misses him most that night
Is the dutiful Mrs. Claus
As a child growing up in the city, it was always hard to see
How Santa could somehow manage to get in to our place;
Mama told us that Santa was magic and we needed to agree
That he could wiggle through any space, and always with such glee,
But, if we didn’t believe, Santa would not come and presents he would not leave.
That’s why, when I had my own children, I told them the same story;
And when we moved to our house, Santa would come down our chimney,
as quiet as a mouse;
Christmas time was always a thrilling affair; Stockings always hung by the chimney with flair,
Cookies and milk for Santa left with extreme care.
Christmas morning the kids would awake, eager to see what Santa had left in his wake;
faces all aglow and filled with excitement and bliss;
Secure in the knowledge that they had been on the good children’s list
Santa left presents strewn from chimney to tree, stockings filled to the brink;
They opened their presents with not even a blink. Squeals of delight from then until noon,
With grins on their faces as bright as the moon. Their joy and excitement was all I require,
I quietly watched them as I sat by the fire. My heart filled with love for these
Beautiful angels that were my gift from the heavens above.
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
I remember as a little girl
On a visit to an aunt’s friends house
I was sitting reading a story book
As quiet as a mouse
I asked to be pardoned
To go to the loo
They were all playing dominoes
So I knew what I must do
I opened up the door
And placed my foot on the first stair
Then I heard someone in a low voice say
“Are you sure that she's all there”?
I felt a tear run down my cheek
I was doing what I ought
Only speaking when I was spoken to
That's what I was taught
When I’d done what I had to do
I went back down the stairs
The domino game was finished
And there were four empty chairs
They were all in the kitchen
Drinking cups of tea
My aunt she turned to me and smiled
And handed a cup to me
She noticed my tear-stained face
And stroked it with her hand
I told her what I’d overheard
She said I was too young to understand
I was insecure throughout my childhood
Never felt like I fitted in
Undernourished because I wouldn't eat
Now I’d just be classed as thin
From the age of five
My time at school was fleeting
Feigning illness to avoid the bullies
And escape another beating
I remember cowering
In the corner of the school yard
Cigarette butts stubbed out on my arms
Left painful, sore and charred
Name-calling and violence
Made me feel inferior
Set upon by bullies
Who thought they were superior
When I became a teenager
Things they got much worse
The bullies were now older
Younger ones they would coerce
To taunt me and lie in wait
And leave me in a battered state
When i got my first job
The bullying it went on
Because my face didn't fit
I was put upon
Got lumbered with the dirty jobs
That no-one else would do
Like swilling down the filthy yard
And scrubbing the outside loo
One afternoon, the manageress
Secretly asked me whether
I would do sexual favours for a delivery man
And I reached the end of my tether
I got my coat and quit the job
Never looking back
I later heard that the manageress
Was found out and got the sack
Now that I am older
No-ones victim will I be
I stand my ground, nobody’s fool
And i am happy being me
Retired now, the Government calls me a carer.
Now I ask you what could be fairer?
They pay me a few dollars to look after my better half.
They explain that I save them the cost of employing staff.
Well, I won’t tell them, but they could have saved their money,
He won’t have a cook or a cleaner or nurse, he is such a honey,
My dear hubby refuses to have anyone in the house.
So, they could have kept their money, but I am being quiet as a mouse.
In days gone by I had a job of responsibility before I retired,
I did the job well, worked ethically and was sometimes wired.
Before I became (I guess you could say) a domesticator,
I was actually a licensed private and commercial investigator.
10/22/22
They try to get the inside scoop
By beginning to snoop
But they're just full of poop
Like the ground floor of a chicken coop
Rarely intentions honest, too many out to dupe
Pathetic how low they're willing to stoop
Against the opposing group
Regardless if they do it solo or with a troop
This cycle continues to loop
Spinning around in a circle like a cauldron full of soup
Back in the day I use to hoop
But now I hardly give a hoot
They often test close to their death in one fell swoop
It's the root of evil that they continue to bite like fruit
Sorry that it's a hard pill to swallow but it's the truth
Been this way since John Wilkes Booth
Babe Ruth
Also when I was a youth
The same can be said since way before then due to an old tooth
As well as being a sleuth
Continually I just fought
Taking much loss
At what cost?
Continual power shut offs
As well as human contact being cut off
If it does no good then stop giving it much thought
Easiser said than done, when you're recovering from such shock
From here to beyond New Brunswick
Ain't that some s***
That they too often judge quick
Where at all is there any justice?
They stay quiet as a mouse
Or bad mouth
Then drag it out
If there's one thing I know its that all this craps about
As bad as all these damn droughts
Such a sad route
Always passed out
From being blacked out
On top of burning through a half ounce
Inside empty, never a crammed house
Of course at one point I had doubts
Not just words but the truth I rap about
Regardless of if that counts