Short Shushing Poems
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Night
Dark, Dreary
Sleeping, Sneaking, Shushing
Crime, Adults, Hopscotch, Children
Schooling, Swimming, Singing
Bright, Awake
Day
She softly sings, soothingly
to the serious and somber Samuel
who safely and sleepily slumbers
to her sweet shushing serenade.
ALesiach © 9/30/2015
The muse has no hushing.
My voice needs no shushing,
A baby boomer scribbling,
At my brain, muse nibbling,
Cool to create,
Thoughts i relate,
While world is yawning,
I write in the morning,
Verbose or terse,
My muse here in verse!
The sunshine climbs up the rooted ladder smelling the midsummer umber sentinels, that stand tunnel watch over later comers
shushing the interrupted lull wild that have succumbed to slumber.
Scented mumbling of dawn's spiral seraph rose pink of light lumbers.
6/7/2018
Nature's Bloom
Shocking Monster Comes Again
To See No More A Fame Game
Fragrance Rush, Fragrance Hush
Shushing Down a Path Of Peace
Comes a Gaze of Green Maze
Singing Tones of Sounds So Strange
The Monster Maze to Strangers Sound
Fear No More, No More Again
Last No More, Terminate the Pain.
Winter-spring canon
Incensed along Jacob's Creek
Like watery angels thought less from clouds above
Canopies of light make soft their entrance
In clucking-pig-progging-and-a-yip-yip-yipping
A shuft-and-shushing of large glass doors
Round about our ways of going
Slipping on the wet pages of our
Winter-spring canon
Wake up! Wake up! It is New Year’s Day
Hooray! Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!
Mom barely opens her eyes, her face is gray.
She is not ready to two-step or do a sashay.
Dad’s snoring continues in a dreamland way.
Let’s get Daddy up, okay? Okay?
Mom gives them a shushing look this Tuesday.
They tiptoe downstairs and fix his food on a tray.
Wake up! Wake up! It is New Year’s Day
Hooray! Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!
Mom barely opens her eyes, her face is gray.
She is not ready to two-step or do a sashay.
Dad’s snoring continues in a dreamland way.
Let’s get Daddy up, okay? Okay?
Mom gives them a shushing look this Tuesday.
They tiptoe downstairs and fix his food on a tray.
a multitude of hands in gray scale
shushing, clutching, hugging, groping
a warm embrace, passionate, real
black skeletal trees, responding to December
a hush that keeps their secrets safe
storm clouds reflected in determined pools
unseeing orbs, romantic well said whispers
serenity, love, hope, peace. Guess who?
Shh! Not so loud….
I hear you calling me
whispering softly
blowing my hair gently
a featherlike touch on my face
I hear you calling me
in my dreams
silencing my screams
shushing my troubles away
I hear you calling me
in tranquil times
smiling benovently
revelling in my good moments
I hear you calling me
always
I hope I hear you
always
I miss you
always
I love you Grandad
always
No broken we,
but transformed, remade, in semblance.
Though rough of eye,
no longer fresh
still on and on we dance.
Wingless wonders,
shushing we's,
cajoled, with discontent
searching for the higher arch,
the longer toss, not spent.
Breathe on with breath
as sweet as melon,
as round and ripe and fluid.
Farm the earth, the skies, the stars
Just so, you'll be pursued.
Tijuana rain puts me into a siesta like mood
I sit by the window allowing her to lull me to sleep
relaxing the way only Mexicans know how to relax
releasing troubles, trials and tribulations of this week
my roommates tiptoe around me, shushing each other
I appreciate their concern, feeling their love and tolerance.
she is pretty when she sleeps, one says, which surprises me.
I slip gently into dreamland, unaware now of the others.
Attending flower show with wife, Mr. Mouse feels dread.
She ignores him completely, and runs way up ahead.
Jotting down notes, and shushing him every single time.
He wants to stay home, but she feels this is not sublime
She wants him to come, so she can show she has a man.
But she ignores him completely as only a real wife can.
Then when she sees his old girlfriend, she pulls him in quick.
Pretending they are still in love, her usual slick trick.
ode to shadows
as i peer out the glassed portières
penumbral visitations mock me; dare they
deign to scare this parched crypt of
adrenaline and cortisol, usurped by unquiet
scourges over lifetimes' rebirth?
steps shifting in the dark, familiar and
beloved; the shushing and stirring, commit
to draw me near; umbral amici and i
provide a panoply o'bosky trappings f'thee
a joinin' we, or off to obscure pastures
to wee thee pants for eternity!
evenfall
clad in dark green.
sable,
outflanking she.
gray wispy clouds flee;
moonglow slight.
the wolf,
silently
present.
present, his
aroused eyes
shushing irises
long hair, leaves on canvas
howl.
dark brush brightens moon.
5/7/2020
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