Django draws his pistol
and shoots out "D"
from pronunciation of his name.
No one hears the "W"
needed to do real damage
in "Wreck."
"Island" might as well
toss its "S" into the shallows.
No one needs to see it
if it's as quiet as a mouse.
The "K" in "Knight,"
a Mustang that has galloped
too far into the badlands
no one hears it go..."Neigh!"
The one in "Knife"
silently slices and dices
as if through butter.
Not a soul was around
to hear the audible flush
that sent "B" in "Plumber"
down the toilet.
The "G" in "Gnat"
creates no buzz in the air,
and has no sting.
The one in "Gnaw,"
broke a jaw attempting to bite.
Did I mention it has...
no teeth? It's all gums.
A piercing cry in the night,
splitting the serenity of our slumber.
Investigation discovered a poor cat's plight.
She'd given birth, five kittens by number.
Bedraggled and weak she lay quiet as a mouse.
Only one kitten seemed to be moving.
Shining a flashlight on them under our house,
I whispered kind words, intent on soothing.
A piercing cry in the middle of the night,
just like the night they were found.
Jumping on me, she gave me a fright.
Her screams continued to resound.
My husband had fallen and she beckoned me.
Racing back to him with care,
I stumbled after, in the dark, not able to see.
She hurried to let me know he was there.
She refused to leave his side.
He was raced to hospital just in time.
Our wonderful cat is our source of pride.
Thanks to "precious" Bill will live way past his prime.
Since the second of the two of you had died,
I finally reached the day I no longer cried.
It was one of the last mornings of December,
I started laundry after waking from slumber.
I gathered all the towels around the house,
Walked down the stairs quiet as a mouse.
After I began the washing machine, I saw:
Two dimes, I knew it was you and grandpa.
I smiled, went to water your memorial flowers,
But as I carried a pail in dawn's sacred hours
Suddenly two big drops had fallen to floor,
I knew it was you two approving every chore.
I texted my partner I no longer have loud cries,
But I would still helplessly well-up in my eyes.
I know you two are watching over me though,
I know you two shall see how I'll further grow.
Eclectic Notions on A Sunbeam
I cannot see inside your mind unless it’s telescopic
On bended knee it rains sublime with the next contentious topic
I’m rendered please into decline as I am incline to stop it
Befriended a line of enchanted rhyme to retreat from the myopic
Auspicious arguments that have no point or vision
Vicious bargains that consort to continue upon their mission
Superstitious monuments that distort the acquisition
Pernicious paradigms for high concept mimes that refute the inquisition
Social intimidation before you’ve even left the house
Perocial lamentations leave you quiet as a mouse
Antisocial inclinations at the introverted house
Precocial salutations that leave me wanting to renounce
Perspectives on the global scene bereft of accuracy or intention
Detectives of the broken dreams wishing upon the next invention
Reflective thoughts before the scream to bequeath an intercession
Eclectic notions on a sunbeam underneath my last confession
The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz
a penny saved is a penny earned
adding insult to injury, her love was spurned
afraid of his own shadow and against all odds
airing his dirty laundry happened to both Todds
the all mighty dollar earned by a chip off the old block
all talk no action and an axe to grind, said Mrs. McLock
barking up the wrong tree was a little dog too
quiet as a mouse was my mean Aunt Louise Sue.
The meaning of home
Isn't a house
Locked in a dome
Quiet as a mouse
For they say,
"Love isn't love unless it's right"
Every day
Every night
Home for me
Is following my heart
But I can't see
Where to start
Even if
It's running through my veins
I feel stiff
Feel that pain
It must be running through my veins
Oh the pain
Never gain
But home just isn't home without you
Bill goes to a special school.
He's unusually cruel -
catches the bus by my house.
I leave as quiet as a mouse.
He's bigger, and he's older.
I'm always looking over my shoulder.
Oh, the fear, in which he filled me.
Yet, he never beat me up or killed me.
As he has lost his way
And we’re all his figments
of his imagination
Lost in the hidden
sea of sorrows
were shadows dwell
We wander into infinity
Following trails of cosmic dust
Finite and afraid
We sit in wonder and despair
We deny our lust
For god is not in his house
Nor on his throne
of light and shadow, as shades parade
He is here next to me, as quiet as a mouse
Playing chess with angels and demons
Only a candle marks our time, our movements
To the metronome
I feel my soul roam
In the darkness far above
It is dusty in white
Shimmering arms of grace
I know the fine filaments of time
Like intricate lace
For he has forgotten
Our face, he is not in his heaven
As we have lost our way!
Winding up the sheet,
I just Couldn't sleep!
Dragged the sheet outside,
Beside the mud puddle,
That I thought was alive!
The railroad tracks right by my side,
Tied a string there,
Then over to a tree.
Just over there.
The sheet kept falling off,
Fell on top of me.
The dark came suddenly,
Beware the Zackerman!
The fear is no fun!
Ran for the house,
Came in,
Quiet as a mouse!
The sheet stayed outside,
I'll check tomorrow,
See if it's alive!
He was dealt a bad hand, so of course he flushed
it down the drain
The house of cards collapsed on faulty grounds so
he built again on new terrain
He set his sights on new foundations with the intent
to build anew
Blueprints were drawn on solid ground to keep the
plans from falling through
The glassy house he was seeing through was nothing
more than a mirage
The games that are played are exercise, now he's
exorcising all facades
The deck was stacked from the beginning so of course
the push went to the house
Behind the scenes he was pulling strings while staying
as quiet as a mouse
His sleight of hand is David Blaine in the realm of those
that imitate
With every hand that's dealt he levels up, now it's up
to you to speculate
What you see as water he sees as wine, & he's getting
drunk off every glass
He just gets stronger with every sip while using adversity
as a form of gas
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.
Bonnie and Clyde,
Pick a side,
Well, I know a better Bonnie, my friend,
Shes like a whole another trend,
Quiet as a mouse,
But evil as a haunted house,
Not really but her humors good,
Tough as wood,
But as soft as a marshmallow,
I have never heard her bellow,
I would just like to say, she's amazing,
And so, Kind,
She often forgets things.
So, she's not the one to remind,
But overall, she's the best,
And will pass any test.
Sitting here drinking a glass of morning moo
Thinking about what I want to do
A lonely place I want to find
Leave the crazy behind
A little hill
That will fit the bill
Dig a hole
Like a mole
Build a hidden place
One of which no one can see a trace
One hard to see
Life there will be free
No more do I care to roam
I want a home
Sit there watch the world go by
Invisible to the everyday eye
Under the blue sky
A place to rest
Cause I have done my best
Invisible like me
No one can see
Hiding in plain sight
Just turn on the light
That's right
Far away
I stay
Build my house
Quiet as a mouse
Live off the land
Something which I understand
Just getting set
So many things I need yet
This is what I decided to do
The thought is not new
Live in a cave
The new wave
To the grave
Watching time pass me by
There under the far reaching sky
Vegas nights and neon lights
A desert playground of sin
Enraptured then you're captured
The moment you walk in
The ambience intoxicates
The chance of fortune looms
Once you call you risk it all
In crowded smoke-filled rooms
Got a bucket full of coins
You think it's now or never
For a buck you try your luck
And pull another lever
Come on seven eleven
Shooting craps you'll never win
Anticipate as you wait
Just to roll the dice again
With all your money in their hands
You leave quiet as a mouse
Beyond a doubt you'll find out
You can't ever beat the house
I choose to forget what pains to remember
there are no ifs or reflections of might of beens
over is finished and slowly the memory fades.
Emptiness besiege me
loneliness fulfilled me
solitude accompanied me long long ago.
What of love, is it real or just an affliction
is the joy overwhelms soon to be discarded
hurting remains and scars.
What of life, do we dare beholden to no one
or meek as the masses quiet as a mouse
surviving from scraps of the fat cats.
Does death play with our souls
break down our bodies and rot our will
accepting death's hand as he closes our eyes forever.
All is a circle on a deceptive cycle
round and round we spin
to end as we begin.
Naked and afraid wanting the touch of security
hunger for being
needing the arms of love to hold us.
Sleepless nights, dreamless nights
staring into an abyss of eternal darkness
I catch a glimpse of you.
Sound of your laughter, the feel of your body
a tear streams from my eye
I close my eyes and see your face.
Broken... the cycle stops
once again I reach for your hand
and you open my heart with your own.
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