Does...Misery Love Misery?
Does...Company Love Company?
OR...Does Misery Love Company,
LIKE...Company Loves Misery?
Have no desire to be aware of what you schemed to say
The little time that I may have-you shan't steal away.
Though if you seek some company to share a little peace
You’re welcome here any time, though words you must decrease.
Have no longing for yourself to ramble in my ear
Only wish to hear from you straightforward and sincere,
For life’s too short to consort with excessive talking
And if you start I’ll be apart from you and set on walking.
Have no impulse to listen to gossip and void chatter
Only want to listen to the truth of what does matter,
And spare me from your sorrow, woes and doomed despair
As when you vent that misery you selfishly don't care.
See, when we do communicate we’ll share our point of view
Though lessen all extraneous by empathising too,
Where quietude prevails to build us up and strong
And this will be the kind of place where we’ll ease along.
Have no craving to be aware of what you want to state
We need to have gratitude and stress-alleviate,
To slow the flow for up and go within a world of violence
It seems to be a wise old move to revive in silence.
I caught a quick peek through the Veil
Where angels guide us without fail
I saw my friends
Were bucking trends
Its "human" race Beyond the Pale!
If my life I could relive
It would be for the best
Better than it has yet been
As if I was born again
But as my life is not yet done
I will keep following the sun
As after daytime I go to sleep
Trying hard to keep the peace
Then as daytime creeps ever near
The birdsong sings in my sleepy ears
Then the human traffic outside my windows
Creates a cacophony of sounds
Some are good some are bad
Some are very mad and sad
But like yesterdays news
We are not forever here to stay
We came we saw we thought we were
Invincible I think is the word
But we are the masters of nothing
Other than our own destiny
So it's time to shut up and let mother nature speak
To make sure we hear the voices of the other beasts
So shush and listen is my advice
Every morning, noon and night
DAMO
Shush.... did you hear that?
The sound of the dawn chorus
The waves breaking gently upon the shore
The rustle of the wind blowing between the trees
Shush.... did you hear that?
The sound of the earth and nature breathing
The sound of peace resonating
Then children playing happily
Followed by the laughter echoing happiness
The sounds of prayers by the blessed
Shush.... did you hear that?
It's the sound of change
And a paradigm shift
About to give all of humanity a lift.
Shush! My dog ears caution me. Did you hear that? I stop sorting coupons, and listen, hard.
My husband is gone, and there are adult footsteps in my house.
Hypervigilant, I hear the fast increased pounding beats of my fearful heart, a ticking clock, and the blower on the air conditioner.
Sh! My imagination cautions me. SH! SH! SH!
I silence myself further, frantically wishing the blower was not so loud.
I am in the kitchen downstairs, and my innocent children are upstairs, alone, sleeping.
I flip off the light, and melt onto the floor behind my island, out of sight of the swinging door,
listening, frozen motionless with fear, waiting for the interlopers to decide our fate.
The door opens rapidly.
A stream of light lands on the block of knives on the counter.
I wish I had hidden them.
I am grabbed by both arms, and roughly brought to my feet.
“Here’s the wife,” a gruff voice says, a man’s voice.
“Sh!” the other one whispers. “Did you hear that?”
A car door slams.
My husband is home.
Shush! Did you Hear That? Written 9-15-2018
Contest Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Shush...DIDN'T I TELL YAWL TA BE QUIET
Be quiet, hush now;
Says the Librarian;
Mama says “Shush! Do you want to wake everyone?”
Toddler mocks mama shushes every one else;
What's the rush;
Grandma says you better hush;
Utterance of “shush” the thumps were followed by;
More hushes and shushes and yawl better B quiet from the aunts';
Gits a switch from out the yard;
Now ya hear a soft swishing or rustling sound;
Shush;
Gittin yo buttocks whipped;
What ya rush;
And you bet not cry;
Been tellin ya to be quiet so now
Shush;
SHo?oSH, SH?SH!
9/12/18 ©2018
For Shush...Did You Hear That? Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausen
Tom, Dick and Harry all walked in a line
as they wove through the jungle's tall trees,
The sounds from above sent shivers down their spines
but they all felt safe walking in threes.
'Shush...did you hear that?' whispered Tom from the back,
'something snapped in that undergrowth thick',
'Just a tree' said Harry,'with a branch breaking off '
' Even trees must get old ', snorted Dick.
As they trudged off ahead 'Did you hear that?' Dick said,
' like a rumble, it seemed very close'
'Just a storm' , Harry chirped, 'quite far off, it won't hurt,
jungles get lots of them, I suppose'
Later on, far ahead 'did you hear that?' Harry said,
'like a roar, and it sounded REAL close!',
no reply, wondered why, turned around, they were gone-
and the Tiger's breath tickled his nose.
For contest 'Shush...did you hear that?', sponsor Anthony Slausen
12th September 2018
Shush, did you hear that?
it is the wail of terminated babies
the cries of soldiers who did not come home
the tears running down mothers cheeks
Shush, did you hear that?
It is the crushing of a child's spirit
the bruises of a beaten wife
the sigh of falling in love
Shush, did you hear that?
it is the whimper of a hungry child at night,
the giggle of a little girl at tea time
an old man talking to his deceased wife
Shush, did you hear that?
it is the breaking of my heart when you said goodbye
the howl of the old dog when they carried his master away
the desperation of the multitudes clawing for existence
Shush, did you hear that?
it is a father's struggle to feed his family
the slow beep of the ICU monitor
Grandma humming while slowly rocking the baby
Shush, did you hear that?
it is the chilling wind sweeping across the fresh fallen snow
the shooting star on a dark summer night
the breaking of the dawn on a bright new day
Shush, did you hear that?
it is God's spirit telling me of his love
the glorious choirs of angels
and the bells of Heaven that wait for me
Contest: Shush, Did you hear that?
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
9/12/18
HAIKU
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shush... antelope... keen
lion pride prostrate... sleeping
thirst... a chance to quench
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#quench, #thirst, #lions, #antelope
Hush now three days yet to past.
My grandmother joy was fulfilled with laughter.
The Christmas spirit was upon us once again.
The tree is surrounded with presents and chorales sing door-to-door.
The occurrence of Christmas would be wonderful.
The cards and letters came in big sacks.
We as adolescents would sneak to read them by ourselves.
The love of Christmas was shown via our snow-mom.
We hung a scarf around her neck and wished her a Merry Christmas.
We knew the hush of Christmas past was upon us.
We sleep like teddy bears.
We wore our cotton pajamas to bed.
The warmth of the cabin was nice.
We were tuck away and told to have a good night.
Christmastide sparkled in our eyes.
Merry Christmas shouted our grandmother.
We bustled out to open our presents.
The curtains were open wide.
The snow was glistening white outside.
Shush of Yuletide was a thrill inside.
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penned on december 06, 2014 @ 12:10 A.M. EST!
peace and quiet tha's all i desire,a village green without a town crier
a tranquil spot a silent idyll,more chance of finding caviar at your local lidl
i get through my door and hope the noise will recede then the kids next door decide to start a stampede
up and down stairs at a thunderous pace,i'm seriously thinking about knocking and spraying them with mace
serves them right for making my life hell,ah bliss solitary confinement and my own prison cell
i go to the library to escape the hubbub, only to find the kids have started there own social club
the librarian in charge tries in vain to restore order, more chance of peace on the palestinian border
i'm short sighted ,long sighted and walk with a stick, yet from forty yards i can hear a digital clock tick
i shoulndn't complain but i defenitely plan to, one more thing what do the noise abatement society actually do
World keeps to turn on,
we are born and die,
dawn comes as night ends.
death reigns in all spots
of this poor, old land.
Time takes big paces,
we don't learn parts,
in things that change
the world and life
My minds stuck,
hands are tied,
they are quiet
Tell me
what's right
Shush!
The armada sailed before my
eyes, crispy autumn leaves in
the evening breeze. Into the
mist of the cooling pool, away
on a voyage of serenity
The watching reeds and sedge
wave farewell, the damsel and
the dragonflies in harmony sang
their goodbyes.
And the evening crept silently
dragging its cloak and diamond
skies, over hedge and stile, offers
sleep to this once sun kissed land.
But the moon has her friends,
who walk and fly her calm. Live
the safety of the night and the
daylights hunters eye.
The pitter patter of tiny feet, the
bats transparent wing against the
moon and reynards silent stalk.
Sit quiet listen and the night
comes to life, the owls glide,
the grass snakes slide, branches
gossip in the breeze, hedgehogs
grubbing as the foxglove rings
the hour.
The petals fold and sleep, the
willow with soft dew weep, and
in the peace the spider plucks
his web and serenades the
silver clouds as the land lies
deep in the heart of serenity.
Honking of never silent horns
and screeching of brakes
made my gait a bit quicker
as I jiggled the door handle
and entered..
The air hung low and still
every thought was tempered
with a louder 'Shush'
delivered by a prim someone,
in most proper garb,
and a soft command,
'Be quiet, people are reading'
What a contrast!
From the hectic of the street
to the books of 'The Library,'
said with respect!, I admit,
If I knew how loud
a footstep could be,
I would have worn slippers,
but I adjusted
by turning each page
most quietly
with unsure guilt
honoring the 'shush'
and appreciating
that pleasant contrast outside!
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