"shhhhhhhh" poems
so guess what, one day
I found a key (to a closet (in the church.))
and it was very dark and dusty
in there &
the ladder nailed to the wall was only wide
enough for
one
foot
at-a
time,
so, it’s lucky that
I’m skinny enough to wri-i-iggle my shoulders
up and through the hole in the
closet’s web-trailing ceiling.
I clambered up there and into this black
forest.
Plants were sprouting
up in big rills and clumps--
stalks thin as my finger and
pipes wider than my waist,
some fading up into the ceiling’s darkness...
others squatting low, and glaring up
at me with One. black. eye.
they were all deathly still.
Then,
the creaking boards, the black forest, the cramped path of unmarked dust that winds between the pipes, all that just
SIGHED and VIBRATED,
and with a hisssing hoarsse
!shhhhhhhh...
breathed!
and my heart just stops!!! BAM!
{cricket}
and i feel ****** into a dark mouth! i am caught and trapped by this black closet’s maw andI’mwaitingfor Godknowswhat tocomewrigglingfromthepipes-- ! --!
and then guess what?:
!b’URsting up its throat
is a SONG!
slowlyand Suddenly,
a blaring, screaming,
golden
!EAgle of a chord
that s(oa)rs and c’RASHES into anotherand another one
all rising and falling,
champing at the bit until One Thousand hhums and shhivers
fill each pipe.
and it feels like
holding ten coins in a stack and making them jump-clink-clickity-HOP together--
oh, it feels like
pushing your fingertips into a bucket of cold paint
it feels like the moment after jumping off of a tall tree
it feels like un-rippling your braided hair with both hands
like a songbird’s claws curling about your finger,
like closing your eyes in a hot summer-sun
and falling asleep in a hammock
it feels like holding a blacksnake
that curls and struggles strong against your wrists,
that’s what this church ***** feels like.
I’m gonna **** the genius that started playing while I was in there.
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 10:47 PM UTC
Thunder claps blood red,
Splattering souls down from the sky.
Rain pouring in sheets,
Undulating waves of shhhhhhhh,
Shining lightning, lighting the land,
Pictures in negative contrast.
Purple pop, poisoned pole,
Hit with pristine precision.
The storm gods must have seen
The sinking holes in me,
Since they're filling them all in
Floods of fragrant liquid,
Pouring out from me into the
Sob-soaked soil below --
Symmetry of the sky and I.
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 8:29 PM UTC
shhhhhhhh,
kick back put your feet up,
take a tea, let it steep deep,
open a red let the air go to its head,
get a book, shut it all down,
power off your phone and leave it alone
get off the grid, if there is one, with power
where you live,
flip the page as your mind steps on to the
terrain of words,
while your socked feet,
touch anothers under the cover of
not enough leg room,
but you care,
so you share,
the ottoman
as your imagination
goes to automatic and into the words
that create pictures and stir emotions,
that take you places and show
you faces,
and lives,
and living beyond, the hurt,
the superficial,
the ache that seldom goes away,
the real world,
that may have spit
and you are hurled to the side,
and it always seems to be on the wrong one.
Take heart, this too shall pass,...
whether it be poetry,
biographical history,
a short story, pulitzer prize winner,
a novel idea,
or a series with or without a quest,
may it be the best time you spend,
while being grounded in knowing
someone, near or far is reading
what you are reading and
is with you and with you and
is on the same adventure too.
©DWE122013
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 8:56 PM UTC
like sanity fading to the back of my mind
a mind of which i no longer hold claim to
controlled and medicated
for false reasons
a misguided diease
i stare in horror at figures you dont see
dileauded grasp on reality
objects resemble those from a dream
i try to hide the tears
but they guide their way down my cheeks
fall softly upon my lips
i taste their salty kiss.
sense of sweet nothingness
and everything all at once
shhhhhhhh
if you listen you can hear them calling my name
like their screaming out to me
in vain attempts to help me stay sane.
so baby hold my hand
i promise i wont cry
ill tell you all im better
ill tell you all a lie.
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 6:47 PM UTC
With heavy breath, I bring
pen to page and finger to string
and hold left hand over right, to steady
my shaking wrist as I tremble,
the echo of your voice resonating
permeating
bouncing off every sinewy fiber,
ankles and hips and lungs and heart
beating for you.
I try to write of other things—
of clouds and car crashes and
mysterious men in dark suits with trombone cases and silencers,
or big whaling ships off the coast of Japan,
cold lights singing through marine mist—
but the trains of thought all lead to your
"I love you,"
to your
"I want you,"
to your
"I'm all yours."
The lyrical cadence is tired,
reminiscent of the classics and
traversing paths well-traveled.
The major keys with clean sound—
no reverb, no filter, no distortion—
are boring and basic,
and the vocal sickly sweet
and the floor toms empty
and the ride cymbal whispering
shhhhhhhh
over a cavalcade of harmonics
in a complete circle of fifths.
You are the fairy tale,
the "once upon a time"
and the "happily ever after"
that feel fabricated passing through the lips of others,
but more lucid than taste and smell when
falling through yours
mine
ours
pressed
pushed
touch
close.
It all devolves
into tangled limbs
bright colors
and whispered, made up words.
The ones that exist simply won't do.
I write every song
every single ********* song
for you.
Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 12:19 PM UTC
for what it’s worth
shiny frost man
you shook me up last night
and your cold heart froze me
tangled up in blue and white
i’ll never see the endless sky
in your eyes
i wish i could be here with you
the coldest winter is coming
in a new shade of black
devouring the sky as snow falls
shhhhhhhh……
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 11:53 AM UTC
Hail! Hail!! Haill!!!
The newly born,
On this goodly morn',
Shhhhhhhh, do not wail.
Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 9:03 AM UTC
He crept his feet that night like a scorpion
Dead, even to the sensitivity of nature
His presence was patched with uncertain aura
Epilepsy at a time, later turmoil in saturation
.
My God!
I should have known by his sophisticated demeanors
And his beguiled compliments on my velvet lips
His reckless talks of treating me like a queen
And the dexterous hold my hips
.
His hands could bear witness that night
As my breath shuffled away
"be gentle! " and for your own good, "be quite! "
He did it like he had been born for it
... And my silent groans and moans died unheard
.
Now I only forward to my friend karma
But shhhhhhhh
He'll **** me!
... If you tell anyone
©️Drunk_poet
May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 9:32 PM UTC
From the moment I opened you up
(shhhhhhhh)
I knew you were all bottled up
(pop)
Took off your cap
Didn't have to tell you to relax
You knew what I was there to do
(Sigh)
Provide a little piece of paradise for you
but in the center of your stomach lived a thunder
Nothing frightening considering it wasn't paired with lighting
but it made me wonder
Who forgot to tell you that you're great
You believe it anyway, now, so it may be too late
To tell you in so many ways
Its fate
That the ones who starve at first
Soon feed the masses with their worth
Destined for beautiful tragedies since birth
No accidents can happen
This path to reality isn't magic
Its fathomed long before we start
There is death in the depths of our hearts
There is life in the corners of our souls
There is beauty in the compilation of both stories when told
Truth speaks to seek what lies cannot tell
Fear is the reason most things fail
So I guess I was afraid to love you
The same way I was afraid to lose you
Most days I am afraid I'll choose you
Over me
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 10:13 AM UTC
MOTHERING INSTINCT
Tears...tears well but don't fall.
Bottom lip. . .trembles.
Top lip. . . quivers
& just before she can begin
to howl...
...I howl!
I open my mouth
& - bawl!
Stunned
she stares at my open mouth
with nothing but
sobs coming out.
'I'm...cryin'...'cos...you were..
...gonna...cry! '
I manage to blurt out
(trying not to laugh behind my crocodile tears) .
She climbs up on my lap
(a sturdy little foot on each patella)
wipes my fake tears
away with her hair.
'Ah...Dónall Dónal...not cry! '
'Big boy not cry! Sillly...Dónall cry! '
'Shhhhhhhh! 'she sushes me
kissing a me(guilty)
of unleashing my four year olds
mothering instinct.
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 4:51 AM UTC
Shhhhhhhh
Here I come
In through the front door
I came to see you
Through the halls, I creep just to be near you
Into the kitchen, I go
To see if you're there
Next to the bathroom
But you're not there
Then to the bedroom, I come
And here you are
resting so peacefully
and guess what
I brought a knife
with your name on it
Shhhhhhhhh
I'll be done before the morn
Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 8:35 AM UTC
MAL...FUN...CTION!
Her voice was all italics.
Her worlds in bold
and in BLOCK CAPITALS.
"Shhhhhhhh!" I said
in lower case.
"Shhhhhhhh!" I said agian
reducing my voice to a size 9 font.
"You say you saw a head..."
I said
"...sticking out of
a brick wall!"
She just nodded her head.
Too scared of words.
And - sure enough
( God bless her little cotton socks )
there was a head
sticking out of a brick wall.
"Well..!" I said "...well!"
to steady my nerve.
I thought at first
it was only a ghost
a trainee ghost
not sure as yet
of the mechanics of the process
of passing through brick walls.
But the explication was
not as commonplace as all that.
"hElP mE. . .hElP mE!"
the head said
in a Capt. Kirik-ish
kind of way.
For yea - it was he.
I thought now was
a bad time
to ask for his autograph.
"Tele..." the head said.
"Yes, yes old chap?"
I said.
"...porter!" the head said.
"Ahh you see..." I said to her.
"There's always a logical explanation
...the teleporter broke down
just as he was being beamed down
through this here
brick wall>"
"Oh...is that all?"
she said
finding her voice again
and not too shy to use it.
And so we continued along
down to the local Bingo Hall.
Never was one
for all that
Star Trek stuff.
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 1:33 PM UTC