A rumbling and a shaking
The rain heavy
The thunder roaring
Lightning cuts the sky
Trees sway belligerently
Sand and dust
Break the air
The furious wind
Encourages euphoric whims
The rod is blossoming
Pride is budding
Rumour building
Mischief upon mischief
Pounds on the earth
Mischief upon mischief
Mischief has a staircase
Linear patterns
Cascading virtues in blinking imbroglio,
Masquerading piety in a clinking tunnel
Chanting sophistry in dinky dashes
The glass fell
It could not be held
They broke the serenity
With soapy fingers
They grasped the glass
The pieces litter the floor
Another tried to piece the pieces
Which were precariously shaped
And pricked the gatherer at will
What a cock-a-doodle – doo!
Now I look to the Heavens
I see a land
A faraway land
In the distant horizon
Beyond the seas
A great solace
The people a great people
A magnificent race
Beyond the clouds
Beyond the skies
This land, a lofty land
A magnified edifice
Of kaleidoscopic nature
A worthy conglomerate
Of total bliss.
Rumours, as close as a heart,
Deadlier than tumours,
They attack to a victim,
Hurl them down
It can hurt anyone,
even when they are in town,
It follows them everywhere,
Screaming out loud,
"Your a disgrace!
Your parents shouldn't be proud!"
But these are just rumours,
Harmless you think,
They are deadlier than tumours,
And I've had enough of it!
A rumour is going around that a rumour is going around.
I looked for the rumour but none could be found.
All because the rumour was not based on solid grounds.
I know what you think but that is not profound.
The rumour's rumour vanished without a sound.
An email just received is a sham,
stating swine flu comes from tins of ham,
but don’t get a fright,
for this is not right,
when the email claims ham, well it’s spam.
Lies from directions I had not expected
Offered in a variety of ways
Apologetically
Pretending to be concerned
I sent them away
Recognizing their imperfections
Seeing them more clearly now
Rumour Mongers
Thriving on gossip
Fabricated by clouded minds
Trouble makers
No longer friends of any kind
There is a gopher hiding in the gooseberry bushes,
Kaie, the town gossip told me.
I looked hard.
Got prickled by the bush’s thorns too.
Got bloody.
Hey! Someone said.
It was a snappily dressed gorilla.
He was wearing a Stetson with a paisley hat band.
He tipped it to me when he saw I was not picking gooseberries.
Howdy, he said.
Hi, I said back. Surprised he spoke cowboy.
Have you seen a gopher? I asked him.
We looked together, but could find no evidence of one.
I reported this back to Kaie, gladly. She is always getting something wrong.
I know it was an animal that started with the letter G, she said.
She began naming animals.
Grouse? Guinea pig? Goat?
My friend the gorilla tipped his hat to me from the window.
I waved back.
Gorilla? I asked her.
Don’t be silly, she said.
So she said that he said they said that we said that she said….
Whenever you hear this, run for your life.
Run hard and fast.
Stay around and your own words will be used against you.
So she said that he said they said that we said that she said….
Get out of there hard and fast.
Do not stay around long enough to make an excuse
or your excuse will be part of the newest script.
So she said that he said they said that we said that she said….
High tail it to the hills.
Do not answer your phone.
Do not speak to anyone; just go. Save yourself!
So she said that he said they said that we said that she said….
The script of a person who has no life,
No interests, no hobbies, who can only entertain themselves
gossiping about others. And often times the
“she said that he said they said that we said that she said” is not true.
If I could eradicate a disease would it be shingles, cancer or ALS?
All good causes, but here is the test.
Which one kills the most children in a slow, horrible way?
I have to say let’s eradicate cancer now. Caring not what we would have to pay.
I keep hearing rumours that the world already has the cure but is keeping it secret.
As a cure would eliminate so many jobs.
If this is true, then our world is more diabolically dirty than I ever hoped to imagine.
I have to keep faith that the rumour is false.
It is the only way I can bear it….
Social Studies teacher Miss Dicking
Is anyone's girl for the picking
Her nose in the air
Proves she does not care
As long as she gets a good licking
The tongue, a small muscle, yet so powerful and grand
Leaving truth and facts, to wither and contract
As gossip mongers spread rumours, like a plague, across the land
Typically quick to share, and cause impact
A tongue can be so creative in giving various version
Of news and events grounded on reality.
Of course, giving a description away from the true vision
Of facts and phenomena based on actuality.
How gossip mongers are so quick to make news spread,
And cause nothingness into something with profound impact.
Especially to the lazy, ignorant, weak minded and unread,
Who helplessly listen to hearsay without viewing real fact.
Eventually a rumour is proven to be fake
And people realize that their perception was a mistake.
Rumour Has It
Rumour has it he came from the country.
I do not know his name,
But I do know his face.
I moved to the town so that I did not have to see his face.
Rumour has it he has a secret.
Now I watch him from behind the safety of my curtain.
Rumour has it.
And I know what it is.
There's a rumour hitting town
It's party time real soon
Not a thing to wear
Have to ring to fix my hair
Hear Beyoncé will attend
Didn't know she was your friend
Will she wear clothes this time
Best she does she's past her prime
Has this party got a theme
Waiting to hear of this party scheme
You have had some weird ideas
Not sure whether to be afeared
Oh it's a charleston night
Fringed skirts will be a delight
For all the males to gloat
Hope my thighs are not too stout
Oh I haven't had an invite
Is this a little oversight
Hear the invites didn't include me
Checked the date I wasn't free
Penned 05/07/2014
A rumour is more leathal than a landmine !
Heard a rumour,
They're stopping making
Bubble chocolate bars,
No more aeros anymore.
Justice has failed many I know
For you and I there is little to show.
You see, figures are not made from these times
Government bodies care about the crimes
Promotion is made on ‘helping’ those who dare
Endless resources pumped in to show ‘we care’
Youth intervention, counselling and a final warning
All this goes on until the day is dawning
Higher salaries are not for helping the innocent
A quick call will do, doesn’t that seams a little bit bent?
We are the ones who have had the raw deal
We would never hurt, damage or steal
It seams to me the more honest you are
Justice cares less and I find that bizarre.
Governments look good by how many criminals they catch
Then they will always come out with out a scratch
As always there is no money to be made in the cure
Solving problems and reinventing new, that’s for sure
Moral obligations and responsibility dissolve like salt
Always someone else to blame, but never their fault.
To say crime never pays is a phrase I want to believe
I suppose its what the individual wants to perceive
Punishment to fit the crime, that would be nice
However, there is more logic in just rolling the dice.
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