In the crepuscular halcyon sunset, bells tolled urging
the desultory audience to attend the sermon of the new pastor.
Despite their cynical sentiments, they dared not absent themselves.
The look of visceral satisfaction on the pastor’s face
was unmistakable. Outside light became penumbra,
Still, men and women trudged towards the chapel
as the dirge-like bells faded into silence. His audience was silent too.
He spoke in a sonorous voice, in an opulent resonant poetic vein,
an exuberant style which was to be his familiar characteristic:
Unbridled jealousy is a sin, he intoned, so speak no evil, my friends.
The interpretation of the listeners is FICTION. Still the advice is correct.
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.
I once was apprentice to heaven’s top man
His blackboard showed humans were still just a plan
He’d outlined this thing he was calling a tongue
And sketched all the teeth it would nestle among
Although I was scared it could cost me my job
I told him you can’t put that thing in their gob
‘Why not?’ said the Lord as he put down his chalk
So I said, ‘It’s obvious… people will talk.’
HEAR NO EVIL, SEE NO EVIL, SPEAK NO EVIL
We decided it was only fair ,
As we had the space, and we did care
That my mother and father-in-law
Stay with us, and so they did!
What happened one day
I’m about to say!
My father in law could not see too well
My mum saw well but her hearing not swell.
She goes into the bathroom and
Steps into the shower,
5 minutes later my father in law
Goes into the bathroom and sits
On the throne, at 92 he could not see
And at 86 my mom an absolute dear,
Could not a thing hear.
Our domestic helper was in stitches
Doubled up laughing
And we much the same.
Patsy and Charlie unaware of
Each other, simply relaxing!
Mom finished her shower and
And to her horror, saw Charlie sitting
On the thrown, she screamed,
Whereupon Charlie stood up
Very confused ,Patsy are you
Here, Oh no he shouted!
Patsy opened the bathroom door
To see the three of us grinning,
Just a little mistake she said
But don’t dare say to anyone a word!
Hear no evil,
See no evil,
And we were to say no evil!
Speak No Evil
As I sit enjoying the penumbra of the crepuscular sky,
Suddenly all hell breaks loose, as I hear a sonorous cry.
“I have no room for jealousy or a cynical upheaval!”
With exuberant energy, my quick response, yet, I Speak No Evil!
Matters not the visceral thought behind this desultory exchange,
All minds clear, with visual halcyon recall, of an opulent coastal range.
Written By: Sarita A Milliner © 2/2/16
When crepuscular shadows loomed in a bay
to grate upon this opulent view’s grandeur,
my visceral thoughts reeled like windmills
where breaths heaved low, desultory the mind.
Gazing at Anger, doubts replayed a cynical past,
in lone sojourn...winds hummed,” speak no evil”
yet, penumbra of waves turned desultory.
Until a hundred stars bathed my eyes whole,
kindling exuberant rays, to console love’s blow;
and jealousy faded, in homage to a halcyon moment.
Silent One’s Contest
"see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil"
2/01/2016
The touch of their slice bleeds out my exuberant self
As the pain they bring within, into anger ferments
A hot spring of words akin to crepuscular hues bursts within
But before my mouth can utter, consciousness becomes visceral
And a blanket of penumbra covers my imploring, hurtful words
My desultory state is taken back to halcyon times of my solitude-
Did I not engage that inner voice to breathe opulent emotions in me?
And often have I not prayed against jealousy to retaliate?
“Why now result to being cynical, yet two wrongs balloon the wrong?” it asks
“Bless and do not curse” is the sonorous voice that hushes my rage
©GraceM Composition
"see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil" ten word challenge - Silent One
1/2/2016
In the crepuscular hour, the green
Monster of jealousy, arises as a penumbra
To display sonorous words that tie off
A cynical quarrel that begets visceral feelings
Leaving far behind in time, a halcyon that was
Ravishing and opulent, to a desultory present
Dwelling in a state of profound sorrowness
Seeing the world with a blue ambiance
Until one day, an exhuberant prism of colors
Enhance your life with a new hope
For see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
Third Place
1-31-2016
Six slovenly inebriated men engage in their regular crepuscular activity
nursing their beers with desultory chit-chat in the penumbra of a local restaurant.
One man, whose jealousy of those with opulent lives makes him the most cynical,
is pontificating about the idle rich who live off the backs of the poor when he eyes
an exuberant woman with obvious halcyon life-style, who enters the establishment,
diamonds on one hand and looking strangely out of place, a young child on the other!
With an immediate visceral reaction, the man swears venomously at the woman.
She, with a sonorous voice, puts a finger up to her ruby lips, turns to him and replies,
“We can’t always control our thoughts; nor what we may be forced to see and hear.
However, we can control our words. Sir, restrain yourself, and speak no evil.”
Written Jan. 31, 2016
For the "see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil" ten word challenge Poetry Contest
Words used: crepuscular, desultory, exuberant, halcyon, cynical, visceral, sonorous, penumbra, opulent, jealousy
With visceral conviction, I say, speak no evil,
Oh, the jealousy consumed;
Like crepuscular insects you hide deceitful,
I wish for a halcyon day with peaceful people.
And keep your cynical disillusioned opinions,
Your penumbra shadows dim my illumination;
Sonorous, my voice- stay away from my dominion,
Give my opulent, sumptuous writes verification.
Oh, the desultory confused;
With exuberant conviction, I say speak no evil.
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January 26, 2016
Poetry/Rhyme/Speak No Evil
Copyright Protected, ID 16-749-239-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil
Sponsor, Silent One
Fourth Place
We should see no evil the teachers taught us.
School faculty had butter, we margarine,
They relished the toasted white, while we ate brown bread;
Always on the wrong we suffered they were Right.
Ringing roll call bells we heard in the line up
House master to walk a sharp eyed inspection;
Pulling out those loose tie or unpolished shoes:
He walks flouting slippers and open collars.
Student molested toes the line in discipline,
Never speaking to the professor he knew,
Touching him with unique silence, tongue in cheek
Flattering his smile to boost the boss’s ego:
Forget truth, to remember established wrong,
And delight in this saga's pathetic ways.
Prompt:-
“It is dangerous to be right in matters on which the established authorities are wrong”
Voltaire quote