Best Babbling Poems

(Created using the bAbBlE sentence generator, various text excerpts, and a minuscule bit of human editing.) 

And she smells good without keeping all ...

Beef, sitting lonely on that lies floating on the tufted floor. "Surely," I was napping, cold noodles, I implore!

But the Raven, "Nevermore."

Deep into that darkness peering, I got enough trouble.

Boy, the whole...

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Coloured and in cascades, there's foam on the falls,
Elliptical dome shaped..almost perfect circles are recalled
Haven of childhood and sanctuary gained, ephemeral beauty
its existance proclaims, against backdrops on dewdrops in
rain on the leaves, bubbles are forming in torrents and streams
in my bathtub they a'wait me..under billows of steam..!



Copyright Joe Maverick 2011...

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On and on went the constant stream of 
sound..
I got lost in my own musings, the second 
time around.

She babbled her notions, to living things 
that drank her.
They savored up everything, that she had 
to offer.

I followed her down to the end of the 
journey..
Laying down next to her, I enjoyed the 
tranquility!

Babbling Brook was...

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for my precious granddaughter, Brooke
whom I hope one day will be able to talk again…

The babbling little brook ,
was enjoying the warmth of the autumn sun,
Thinking about where her waters flowed, 
then wondering from where they come,
She was lined with a mosaic of pebbles, 
all different sizes and kinds,
Some had a glittering sparkle, 
holding minerals...

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babbling brook flows -
                                         gently down the outcrop stream -
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The Babbling Brook
 
The babbling brook was very loud.
When people saw her first, she drew quite a crowd.
Usually, brooks are relaxing and smooth
This brook was different, but not to be rude.
She always kept the villagers up at night.
But they were very kind and didn’t put up a fight,
She babbled and spoke from dark till light.
In...

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The flow of time and I but a stone in the current

Upstream I cannot know,

Downstream but a memory.


Piece by piece I am worn,

To the past I become,

A shadow of what went before.


But I stem the flow, life's blood,

Staunch and strong,

Present in this single moment.


Stoic...

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In this crooked chair i sit
at this crooked table
at this crooked desk
and write my crooked thoughts
looking out the crooked window
out onto the crooked crooked street
thinking about how crooked the world is
when suddleny is top and realise
the crooked people arent crooks
everything is crooked
crooked jails
crooked hospitlas
crooked business men lawyers and politiicians
crooked churches crooked steeples
crooked believers crooked people

it...

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Do you think its disrespectful to curse
on the same lines as the word God
even unaware rambling through society
on a hot plate.
I hoped criminals hooked you like a fish
like the images in my mind last summer
a little to real to be mental illness
It felt like a group of emps got together 
for a pajamma party in...

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There once was a babbling brook flowing through the field,
 just one look is all it took to see the beauty of nature’s gift-
 All the leaves from the trees seemed to gather in the weald,
 in the lumbered beaver dam lay a weak and broken rift.

 Just one look is all it took to...

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When magpies' crackle joins the song
Another answers from below--
That neighing horse completes the verse
Until loud winds hush gossip's row.


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Dear the Pope
was supposed to vote
but sat around
just taking notes
Holy Sheesh!
was he asleep!
and so it goes that
a whole in sheets
don't mean two cents
if we miss a beat
it wasn't meant
to be anything less...
then Heaven sent.
so if I must
I did in deed
asked to confess
within my peace
and prayed to a god
I couldn't see and
asked the guides
forgive me please
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crusty ol’ Clint
pausing & gesturing,
babbling & rambling 
through what others have
deemed a “speech”---
talking to that
empty chair on stage
in front of all the hopeful
repugnicans (a room full
of predominantly old white
people…some even wearing
stuffed animal hats), hinting
at profanity that might come 
from the mouth of president
hope & change, as if he 
might be different than the
new filthy wealthy...

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Resistivitiy Metrics are aassocated with
locating water before the drilling.

where discussions take us
from price to certainty
Costing then finds us as we
are excited to see
in awe we gloat and glare
those whos lesser understanding
just look at stare
which reduces labor
a chore which we support
then to doing
then that whats been needed
done
we applaud happy 
as we prepare to drill

reliblity and productive
automation...

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BEAUTIES BY THE BABBLING BROOK

They sat on the boulders
by the babbling brook
basking in God's brightness,
their bronze curly locks
bouncing as they giggled.

Their beauty was perfect 
in every way, including
the big beautiful bold eye
that graced each of them
centered in their foreheads.

They were giggling at me
because I balked at each
questioning my own sight;
could it be, I asked myself,
God...

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