"shushhhh" poems - Hello Poetry

PORTRAIT OF THE ARTIST AS A YOUNG BOY Tom is 9 going on 10 & pens " a few little verses about the sadness of having to start school again every Monday morning." Already young Master Eliot can see THE WASTELAND spreading out before him. "Monday is the cruellest day breeding Mathematics out of the deadened brain!" "Damn...damn it...damn ya!" "Language Thomas...language!" "Shhhhh ...Tom...shushhhh!" I comfort him. "Shanti...shanti...shanti."

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Jan 21, 2016

Jan 21, 2016 at 5:06 PM UTC

donall-dempsey

PORTRAIT OF THE ARTIST AS A YOUNG BOY

PORTRAIT OF THE ARTIST AS A YOUNG BOY Tom is 9 going on 10 & pens " a few little verses about the sadness of having to start school again every Monday morning." Already young Master Eliot can see THE WASTELAND spreading out before him. "Monday is the cruellest day breeding Mathematics out of the deadened brain!" "Damn...damn it...damn ya!" "Language Thomas...language!" "Shhhhh ...Tom...shushhhh!" I comfort him. "Shanti...shanti...shanti."

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I STAND FOR PEACE I am an instrument of peace I preach peace so dont have blow me off like a flute But I know these gees leaving a high life will wanna blow me off like am a kush Shushhhh Shushhh to these bodied Able men who don't mind Killing their brothers like Cain I stand for peace so let peace Reign What is the joy in causing a fellow pain? In the name of politics our brains even cease to work and we act like Zombies, [Blood thirsty] Our leaders don't mind seeing the nation in chaos and the blood of the natives popping like Champagne cos they wanna win a championship game... **** If so then I guess our leaders are "Game boys" they wanna offer us as sacrifice so they could hit a "control". Control? Our red, yellow, green don't even work, we are too wise to be manipulated like lude dice. This should be the our motive our loyalty shouldn't be bought at any price We stand for peace we not in support of any vice Let those with ears listen to this advice We cannot be used as bait we are not mice I choose a piece of peace cos I don't want to hide Peace

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Feb 8, 2018

Feb 8, 2018 at 12:08 AM UTC

Zerben4all

I STAND FOR PEACE

I STAND FOR PEACE I am an instrument of peace I preach peace so dont have blow me off like a flute But I know these gees leaving a high life will wanna blow me off like am a kush Shushhhh Shushhh to these bodied Able men who don't mind Killing their brothers like Cain I stand for peace so let peace Reign What is the joy in causing a fellow pain? In the name of politics our brains even cease to work and we act like Zombies, [Blood thirsty] Our leaders don't mind seeing the nation in chaos and the blood of the natives popping like Champagne cos they wanna win a championship game... **** If so then I guess our leaders are "Game boys" they wanna offer us as sacrifice so they could hit a "control". Control? Our red, yellow, green don't even work, we are too wise to be manipulated like lude dice. This should be the our motive our loyalty shouldn't be bought at any price We stand for peace we not in support of any vice Let those with ears listen to this advice We cannot be used as bait we are not mice I choose a piece of peace cos I don't want to hide Peace

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'MAKE WORDS BREAK FROM ME HERE ALL ALONE, DO YOU!" ( To G.M.H. my saviour ) Grabbed by my curls my face forced into the toilet bowl flushed with laughter they with great glee *** on me. This the sacred ritual of becoming a First Year in Secondary. They hang me up to dry on a coat rack. I am an all akimbo feeble bag of flesh and bones defenceless nerd. "Tuttuttut!" they tut "Reading Hopkins at your age!" I dangle hopelessly a helpless broken puppet their brute bullying mastering me...Lord! They tear The Windhover by Christ...from the Anthology. Scatter the precious words in a confetti of hate. I call on Father Hopkins to come to my aid and he gives me his words. I speak with all the authority of his voice. "I caught this morning morning’s minion, king- dom of daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding " "Shhhhh....shushhhh!" they try to shush me in case Br. Finbar storms out of his cell like a soutane'd spider to see such poetry scrawled in a scream upon the air. But I am not for shushing! "My heart in hiding Stirred for a bird,—the achieve of; the mastery of the thing!" "Shhhhhh.....SHHHHHHH!" they now plead. "here Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier!" "SHHHHHHH,,,,SGGGGGG!" they beg. But there is now no stopping me I am charged with the grandeur of Gerard Manley Hopkins. See, they flee before the glory of his words. I fling phrase after phrase after them. His words chasing them. "No wonder of it: shéer plód makes plough down sillion Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear, Fall, gall themselves, and **** gold-vermillion."

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Aug 29, 2016

Aug 29, 2016 at 8:32 AM UTC

donall-dempsey

'MAKE WORDS BREAK FROM ME HERE ALL ALONE, DO YOU!" ( To G.M.H. my saviour )

'MAKE WORDS BREAK FROM ME HERE ALL ALONE, DO YOU!" ( To G.M.H. my saviour ) Grabbed by my curls my face forced into the toilet bowl flushed with laughter they with great glee *** on me. This the sacred ritual of becoming a First Year in Secondary. They hang me up to dry on a coat rack. I am an all akimbo feeble bag of flesh and bones defenceless nerd. "Tuttuttut!" they tut "Reading Hopkins at your age!" I dangle hopelessly a helpless broken puppet their brute bullying mastering me...Lord! They tear The Windhover by Christ...from the Anthology. Scatter the precious words in a confetti of hate. I call on Father Hopkins to come to my aid and he gives me his words. I speak with all the authority of his voice. "I caught this morning morning’s minion, king- dom of daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding " "Shhhhh....shushhhh!" they try to shush me in case Br. Finbar storms out of his cell like a soutane'd spider to see such poetry scrawled in a scream upon the air. But I am not for shushing! "My heart in hiding Stirred for a bird,—the achieve of; the mastery of the thing!" "Shhhhhh.....SHHHHHHH!" they now plead. "here Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier!" "SHHHHHHH,,,,SGGGGGG!" they beg. But there is now no stopping me I am charged with the grandeur of Gerard Manley Hopkins. See, they flee before the glory of his words. I fling phrase after phrase after them. His words chasing them. "No wonder of it: shéer plód makes plough down sillion Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear, Fall, gall themselves, and **** gold-vermillion."

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