Short Eavesdropping Poems
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As Mom and Dad fight,
sad Kate listens out of sight...
She's a 6-year old.
Date written: 04/08/2020
It doets
In file
Creating improv
Of government structure code
Deep in the winde to pause
The slouch is may, or you without silence
The eavesdropping behind the times
Angry raised voices fall
Weeping then silence
Screams of intimacy
Making up from a fight
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Two, alone. With all of night's
Glitter-veil now lifted
On each of their probing, deep;
Life's. Illuminated!
Nudged up closer who, for love
Eavesdropping, when heard I:
"Behind the same, the same God
Reflected in our eye!"
Eavesdropping
the liars
where poison is stirred
Their message
rings toxic
the future interred
Foreboding
forsaking
all hope is unstrung
While deaf
to the mantra
— where truth waits unsung
(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)
The writer earwigged her way through town
Looking harmless as she sat down
Ordering pancakes and staying for hours
Making notes of conversation showers
Eavesdropping on people from every direction
Sometimes ordering an extra coffee or sweet little confection.
He is a man, so he could be dangerous.
This statement jerks at my brain.
Does this mean women cannot be dangerous?
Does it mean a grizzly bear is not dangerous?
Has every man she has ever met been dangerous?
I walk quickly past her, pretending I am not eavesdropping.
I want your husband she told me.
So, I laughed and said, “come and get him.”
There is loud laughter.
Totally curious, I have to walk past their booth now
To see what these women look like
I really want to sit down with them to figure out which voice
goes with whom.
being ditzily chatty
and ritzily catty
pulling pink taffy
is making mink daffy
being a teensy bit wild
and in no blatant way mild
making merry is easy
and sometimes slightly tease-y
being more than in-the-know
even though I live in a cave below
helps me to observe keenly
the neighbors, eavesdropping seemly
Where can I go when there's no breath around
Even that
Can not compare to sound
Leaving all my pictures on the wall
In my hat...
The garbage on the ground
How about the time you heard my sound
Eavesdropping from ears to hurt the wound
Even though my heart shall become flat
Know I see you when you look around
Ear against a crack in the door,
“I’m leaving, I don’t love you anymore”
“Please don’t go, I’ll try my best”
I guess the flame has been repressed.
She scurried, hearing the doorknob turn,
Hoping he’s lying, her stomach churns.
One last look, their eyes lock in place
No goodbyes will be spoken,
No more happy face.
Fragments of floating silver waltzes
in Milky Way, meandering nascent dreams.
Ethereal dark canopy of a wistful night
eavesdropping on silent whispers of stars.
Sprinkled dust of pearls on wings of cloud
their lovestory glimmering in staccato light.
17th June 2020
Sponsor nette onclaud
Contest Name STARDUST
Mortal and pestle contesting
Dogs wagging
Girls chi chatting
The moon moaning
The night i is as cold as hell
Sweat eavesdropping from Mother's nerves
We the parasite take our queue
The black pot roars
The aroma whispers
As the pot alighted from the furnace
A mountain stood on my nose
The struggle began
Mouths sweating
Okra swelling.
Form:
The cousins' fiddle duet plays Danny Boy
and summons the memory of a Danny dead 40 years.
Aunt looks to see if Uncle will share her memory
of their momentary boy,
But he is busy sharing photos of other memories
and does not hear.
Note: My cousin Danny died when he was just a toddler and I never knew him.
See night in his suit of gray,
bending low to kiss the day.
She's so modest, timid, shy,
that's her blush in the Western sky.
Deepening it lingers there
as peeping stars come out to stare.
But even they cannot persuade
night to raise his pulled down shade.
______________________________
For any old poem contest #6
by SKAT A
written sometime in 2014
A memory climbed out of the dark,
as I listened to the words of a new love song
Taking me back to where feelings were strong,
beyond the flashbacks of a long frozen dream
Remembering again, a last ember still burns,
and its light rewarms my heart
Where hidden deep in its shadows I see your face
—as the past is born again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2017)
And the generalists knew one better
preaching to the converted
They have risen above their parapet
Industrious said the observer
as the moon made a foray
anywhere else
Have you seen the sun rise
Repeating in its perpetuality
Then blow the burgles
for news to come back in my time,
eavesdropping like elf's ears
as the specialists made their first foray
under dawns reign
EAVESDROPPING
Eavesdropping has own charm
so long it does no harm,
just for frolic and fun,
of course, disturbing none.
It may be dangerous
turning crude scandalous.
An offence to mention
when in bad intention.
Eavesdropping: Wrong habit
Task of a cold culprit.
12/30/19
'listening in' Contest by Julia Yard
You’re Secret is Safe
Written: by Tom Wright
February 2015
None know the secrets of our Grandfather clock
It stands mostly quiet, in its niche,
In our great room;
As if camouflaged, it observes all goings on,
While eavesdropping on every conversation;
It never betrays any secrets, and most times,
Won’t give you the time of day,
And be truthful about it.
I tripped on a cloud and fell-a eight miles high
I tore my mind on a jagged sky
~Mickey Newberry
compartments
and partitions
in through daydreams
out through nightmares
prescriptions and non
null and into the void
of expansion
spirit and soul
confined then not
I talk to God
while the Devil
is eavesdropping
As the sun, came glinting through the pines,
I hearkened, to euphonies, the wind was playing.
While eavesdropping, from within my confines,
I pondered what message it might be conveying.
As I yawned, stretched and opened the blinds,
I returned to the thoughts previously weighing.
Now, my wall exhibited, Levolor sketched designs,
I hope that you’ve seen what I’ve tried portraying.
A young girl eavesdrops
On her parents one day
And found out that
They were the head
Of the mafia and plans
To have her killed
Dispose of her body in
Back of the cemetery
Behind rose hill
So, she runs to
A friend's house
Shaking with fear
Crying and regretting
What she had heard
about her parents
What she didn't know was
That they made the whole thing up
To teach her a lesson
About eavesdropping
No Trash
6/11/2018
Tom
Only my eavesdropping ear,
Detects the audition of the winds silent whisper,
This temporary phenomenon will soon be filled,
With the sounds of a three dog town awakening;
(IE) the garbage truck and boom boxes at five o’clock
From businesses that has invaded my neighborhood;
This silent whispering wind often shows its anger
By populating my yard with Cardboard boxes!
I went to the ocean only once,
but what I remember best
is the wet sand at the water's edge.
I spent a whole day in my bare feet
writing messages in the sand
with my hands or rocks I found.
I decorated them with seashells.
Crabs scurried between my letters
as if they were eavesdropping.
Still, the things I wrote have no fear
of being found by you
and after long enough I
will forget them too.
That is the mercy of the tide.
she sings: she drums: she dances!
all the forest
is in a commotion of her songs -
she renders a full communion
to those native souls
eavesdropping from the hilly paths
into the ancestral kingdom -
each morning is like a herald
of her lofty communion
even the blue evening azure
echoes her drum-steps -
yonder june is drumming near
as old may fades away
brimful of her lavish & sonorous
songs & drum-steps -
& still
she sings: she drums: she dances!
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