Short See No Evil Poems

see no evil
hear no evil
speak no evil
fear no evil...

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I see no evil,
but i can hear it
whispering behind my back...

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If you hear no evil, see no evil and speak no evil, it is a given fact,
that you will never be able to recognize evil, and evil most certainly loves that....

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If I were to see no evil, then life would be barren.
If I were to see no evil, then what would be the need for change?
If I were to see no evil - would I not know that I am good?
If I were to see no evil, I am standing in the presence of God.
If I were to see no evil - I am dead of this world and passed on into Heaven....

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Must I hold your presents;
Must I speak your words;
Must I see your visions;
STOP!
It's so observe: (WHAT)
Holding on to you passions;
Running off course;
Wondering ever so what could be worse;
Hush
Blind
GO!
Dream it so;
Letting go of hurts and pains;
Driving the straight and narrow;
Soothing rational birth;
See no evil, hear nothing either

7/5/19...

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I drip this passion O' mine,
Into the depth of the cup you hold nearest to you.
And the bull inside makes my flesh swell,
Not catatonic,
Just in suspension,
And always in suspicion.
Part of my ill-borne mind creates an image of reluctance,
And I give it to you,
As a gift.
Not much further now and I'll be completely aware,
Aware of the notions you so cleverly curtained around my head,
So I see no evil....

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Sunday

Long is Sunday, empty streets
a tunnel of silence,
damp pavement, water trickles
into gutters.

Burnt matches, fag butts and
yesterday leave form a rust
brown dike, it bursts and floods
tiny pebbles-

flowers on the window sills
admire sift rain on glass.
A life spent in a pot fear
no weed and see no evil.

A black cat decides not to
cross the road,
a child in yellows wellies
dreams of tomorrow....

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Any Sunday 2015


Long is Sunday, empty streets
a tunnel of silence,
damp pavement, water trickles
into gutters.
Burnt matches, fag butts and
yesterday's leave forms a rust
brown dike, it bursts and floods
tiny pebbles-
flowers on the window sills
admire the rain on glass.
A life spent in a pot fear
no weed and see no evil.
A black cat decides not to
cross the road,
a child in yellow wellies
dreams of tomorrow....

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I see no evil in the
 Mortise and tenon and in the thin 
Red line Mao traced in a
 Thousand or more 
Platitudes still
Posing deftly in old 
Wuhan. 

 Just a while ago I did glimpse a 
Twinkle in the
 Delicate curl of a child’s 
Lip and in the
Tender.

 Millions of centimeters away the French, in 
Perfect nonchalance, 
Pause, as stock markets
 Nip and tuck to 
Languid sips of cool cool 
Wine.

-Jeff Troyer 
April 2020...

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She adored her old, crepuscular cat, 
Penumbra, and could see no evil in 
his ways, visceral, quick to hiss at
strangers, cynical of almost everyone,
jealousy in him was always overdone.
Desultory, and all it constituted 
exuberant, only when it suited, 
his needs were opulent, never spare.
Halcyon days with kind deeds unrefuted,
his sonorous purrs were like a morning prayer.

For silent One's: See No Evil Contest
Written 1/31/16...

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See no evil, speak no evil, hear no evil,
is a ridicules approach without any appeal.
If you see no evil, hear no evil and speak no evil,
you will never ever recognize evil,
and I would imagine that evil would simply love that,
knowing that everyone who practices that, 
doesn't have a clue to even knowing where evil is truly at.

Also, there is really no such thing as evil at all,
there is only learned behaviour that takes a negative downfall....

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My mind is blank
No words to fill the space
Click* Click* Click* 
It is silent
Breathing
Waiting 
Thinking
No air
No time
No thoughts
Click* Click* Click* 
My head is pounding
My stomach is churning
My hands are shaking
Red
Yellow
And blue
Click* Click* Click* 
People are staring
People are watching
People are lifeless
No sight
No sound
No touch
Click* Click* Click* 
See no evil
Hear no evil
Speak no evil
Click* Click* Click* 
Where am I?...

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The halcyon days of my youth were full of exuberant teenagers,
with a fire built and music blaring they,  
danced under the crepuscular light,
with loud drunken sonorous, 
much to the annoyance of the local opulent farmer who,
 was cynical about the drunks not moving from his land,
then an eerie Penumbra silenced the drunks,
they sensed a visceral fear of change among them,
while they sat in a desultory mess,
jealousy was not too far behind.


Zoe Pashley 
01/ 02/2016...

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