Short Shushed Poems
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footsteps shushed … silent
snowfall … earth's magic canvas...
blanketing the world
December 20, 2018
Entry in "Winter Haiku" poetry contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Laughter has run
Through the hall ways of time
Has been hushed
Has been shushed
Has not been shunned away
Yes Laughter is a language
Every human can speak
From ancient to the modern
No- laughter won’t cease.
Frightening witches are scary, ghost and ghouls are all a wreck.
Horrible gargoyles and vampires will bite your little neck.
My four-year-old nephew shushed me. I thought what the heck?
You are scaring the jack-o-lanterns," He said. “Stop Uncle Beck!"
Spellbound, she thrills
to pirouettes and whirls
Leaves her seat to dance in the aisle
the precocious young child
Shushed to sit down
her bright eyes droop
O, but for want of a mentor
with a rainbow sherbet scoop
UNWANTED VIOLIN SOLO
She wrested notes from unwilling
And resisting rosined string.
The rhythm struggled to assert control
Over her strained and anxious soul.
Mother shushed her resisting offspring,
Father struggled with his watch’s mainspring.
Children twisted hair and faces :
All wished to be in other places.
The silence shushed the baron
claims slipped through the photo door
imagination or intimidation
the silky fox spreads on the floor
Sticky situation
former lovers of brothels
and whores
tell me what's in store
Eyes closed to the sheepish grin
Blocked off from her sin
Rape me again and make me feel
Nothing else is real
Unbutton your lips, let your voice sing out.
Stand strong in its music, it is your own.
Shout your convictions, let all hear your tone
Declare
Proclaim
Condemn
Speak up. Speak out. Speak.
Don’t ignore your sisters’ cry
Don’t sit silent while your brothers die
Use your voice as an instrument of change
Do not be shushed, do not be shamed
Silence is not golden, it’s invisible.
What game is it? Squishy asked Tough Todd.
Tough Todd gave him a hate look, barely a nod.
It’s Poker! Hissed Nutsy, here is your hand.
Squishy could hear a loud Mariachi band.
Where is that band? He asked and got shushed by seven.
Talk again during the game, and we’ll send you to heaven!
He did not know they were so serious about their cards.
He threw his hand on the table and ran to join the go-lucky bards.
Shameless shady shepherd Sherlock shushed shoeless Sherman
so surely shabby sharp-eyes Sheila shellacked sheep-headed Sherlock
Shaken shallow Sharon shadowed shapely shipwrecked Sheila
Shadow-man shilly-shallied, shifting shopworn Sharon’s sheep
Showy Sharon sharpened a shortened sheath, shaving Sherlock
Sherlock shuttled shell shocked Sherman, showing his Shenanigans
Shoddy Sheila shocked Shelly, shaking sheep into Shangri-La.
I’m happiest when the weather
is gloomy and threatening rain.
Its tendency, this low pressure,
forces most people to remain
inside comfortable houses.
Outside becomes much quieter
assuming a shushed quietus
that wouldn’t normally occur
if the day were a sunny one;
so I pray that this low holds fast
concealing the intrusive sun
behind the looming overcast
while I revel in its stillness
and its lugubrious bleakness.
October come with its
shades of orange
September ends
Harvest moon
once again
Soon
Silence in the
Shushed
Smokehouse
Crackle of a hunters boot
Through the trees
Puffing and pumping
Mixed with clouds of hot air
A fawn and doe chase
The wind lighter
Hillsides shadowed
Red and brown
A gunshot
Echoed in cool grey skies
Burnt to the lungs
Sound of birds
leaving south
In time for tobacco
Dried Blood
sorrows have been shushed,
tears have been hushed.
In anger and angst clutching the fingers into a fist,
bashing the emptiness at the crossroad of emotions.
feeling defeated,
at the rotten place, I have befallen.
turning and twisting the roads trodden,
unanswered prayers for kinder plights.
In solitude secluded from the pleasures of little madness.
In blind faith strutting, for that follows.
In to the cloudy morrow,
in to darkness scorched horizon.
Where will they go, those creatures of the wild;
their territory lost through human cause.
Confused, they enter private yards; exiled,
they're waved or shushed away without a pause.
Wealth traded for the end of forest laws,
when once those animals with nature sought
their happiness in roaming land because
this was their home before destroyed and bought
for building mega-mansions with no afterthought.