Best Blab Poems
Dear Santa, will you make my dream come true?
Although a little costly it may be,
I still believe there’s nothing you can’t do.
So could you please provide a cruise for me?
I’m not too picky. Any cruise is fun.
However, there’s a plan I wish to hatch.
It has to be a cruise with everyone
who matters most to me, so that’s the catch!
To take a cruise is easy, but whether
my sisters, spouse, grown kids, best friends and mom
could somehow at the same time come together
would prove quite hard, yet it would be the bomb!
I know that it’s a lot to ask because
a little naughty this past year I was!
A little naughty this past year I was.
I told my friend unneccessary things,
but no one gets me like a best friend does,
and so few share the comfort each one brings
me when I’m feeling down, and there are days
I blab too much. I fear I’m pestering
good friends who must endure my whiny ways.
Releasing woes, I stop their festering!
I’m also lazy, for I hate to do
my housework. I would rather watch tv,
and there are projects I do not get through,
for I’m online or writing poetry!
Dear Santa, is my naughtiness too bad?
At least I try not to make people sad.
At least I try not to make people sad.
I try to always live the Golden Rule.
I don’t go out and follow every fad.
I think I do good working at the school.
I simply want a cruise with family
and also with best friends online I’ve met.
I’ve made great friends through poetry, you see,
but face to face we have not talked as yet.
To eat, see shows, do kareoke, dance,
and tour with those most precious, one and all,
would be a dream! I have but this one chance.
Is this an order, Santa, much too tall?
I’d love this cruise. My life it would renew!
Dear Santa, will you make my dream come true?
Dec. 27, 2017 for Phillip Garcia's "From Your Lips To Santa's Ears" Contest
(These are done like a min-crown of sonnets, which to me is much nicer
than having to write a lot more sonnets than three!)
Categories:
blab, christmas, dream,
Form:
Sonnet
Sheer boredom has me at this torpid end
Another rerun; please give me a break
The short list of scripts to which they pretend
I simply just can’t find one flying fake
Perhaps I’ll jump up on this tabletop
Do my best impression of Bill Shakespeare
It may resuscitate this boring flop
Nah, not now, my blushing bride is still here.
It doesn’t tire you out, this rehashed chatter?
To blab straight past glazed eyes, what could it bring?
Please wake me if you say something that matters
Until then, I’ll just twirl my wedding ring
It’s manna from heaven, my pager screams!
My wife winks, it’s time to go home and dream
7/8/16
© Thomas W. Quigley
Categories:
blab, social,
Form:
Sonnet
Racking, fracking, fricker dickers -
there it goes again stirring all my inner jitters;
my pc, tablet, phone and friends
blank screens locked immovable in place again
while tweets and texts disappear in phantom space.
Techno blab excites me
and the mesmerizing call invites me
but searching play on the blank display cueing
frustrates my mind to forget just what I'm doing
and at my fingertips the troubles brewing.
It's a slam dunk OCD call
to play games and tweet within the web thralls
lost in wavelength microwave wifi
while communication stalls and dies
and that's the truth, no lies.
Curse you internet!
Categories:
blab, allusion, analogy, internet,
Form:
Rhyme
.
Babel: “A bottomless pit of violence, a Tower of Babel where all are speakers and no hearers.” Alexander Smith
The preachers preach what they've been taught.
Reporters say what they’ve been told.
The politicians lie and lie.
I watch a tragedy unfold.
On social media I see
some folks who like to blog or play
while bullies bully; haters hate.
“Talk to the hand” they seem to say.
Mean twitters, memes and certain posts
use scalding words - an endless thread
scrolls down as if into a pit
where fire by sparks of hate is fed.
Opinions can be strong, but why
can’t some folks hear the other side -
with peace agree to disagree?
Yet fight they do and then collide.
Insanity is not just lurking.
Madness spits right in our faces
as many blab and jabber on,
heedless of the social graces.
Ears get clogged up; loose tongues flap.
See Babel’s Tower now so high!
We’ve come too far to still believe
that towers climb to touch the sky.
The fire raging underneath it,
spurred on by hate, crawls up each wall.
Violence will overtake us;
Then Babel’s Tower we’ll see fall.
Categories:
blab, society,
Form:
Rhyme
Shy Unicorns
When Noah built his sturdy ark,
he was supposed to save
two of every creature.
Somehow he missed the shy unicorns.
God with His all-seeing eye,
watched him mess up.
He took two of them and placed them
high on a mountain top
with grass and food.
They stayed there for a thousand years
in perfect sweet content.
Without caring they'd been left behind
they kicked up their heels,
romped and played
and had baby unicorns.
After the flood God moved them
down to the forests
where they could hide and be safe.
If you should see a unicorn by chance,
do not go out and blab it.
Remember he is in God's care.
There are folks who would want
to catch him and cage him,
convinced people would pay
good money to come and stare at him.
God would probably take pity,
find a new hiding place
and we would never have a chance again
to glimplse the elusive unicorn.4/6/2017
Categories:
blab, animal, freedom, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
There once was a man that was far-gone
Whisky, beer, vodka he had sipped on
Then on corner called a cab
Into the phone he did blab
Come to corner of Walk_Don't Walk peon
Categories:
blab, funny,
Form:
Limerick
“Whatever you say, Dear”,
Seemed like a safe thing to say;
It’s a harmless enough little line.
“Whatever you say, Dear”;
I was repeating every day;
Got me out of trouble all of the time.
It didn’t even matter that I never heard a word
Or even knew what the topic might be;
“Whatever you say, Dear”
Never sounded too absurd
And I could still concentrate on TV.
Blah, blah, blah,
“Whatever you say”;
Blab, blab, blab,
“Whatever’s okay”;
Yak, yak, yak,
“Whatever, is fine”;
Yip, yip, yip,
Worked every time.
Next thing I know,
She had a new car,
And throughout the whole house
New carpeting installed;
She had a diamond ring;
A new wardrobe too;
She bought some mink thing,
And a dozen new shoes.
“Thank you, Sweetie, for being so kind
And saying I can buy all these things.
Maybe next time I talk you will listen to me;
For I’m not as dumb as it seems.”
Categories:
blab, funny
Form:
Rhyme
Some secrets should never be told
Other secrets are too big and bold
Some secrets bring you so much joy
A lot of secrets aggravate and annoy
There are so many secrets in this world
So many that we could tell
Some people guard them with their hearts
Others blab them and it tears them apart
Some secrets are unjustly sold
Other secrets are like pure gold
Some secrets need maturing
Lost secrets are so obscuring
There are so many secrets in this world
So many that we could tell
Some people guard them with their hearts
Others blab them and it tears them apart
If I tell you a secret I wish you to know
I've told you in secret don't put it on show
I expect you to be silent and don't let it go
Silence is golden or didn't you know
Some secrets need to unfold
Other secrets need to be told
Some secrets back fire and scold
But there's never a secret that hasn't been told
There are so many secrets in this world
So many that we could tell
Some people guard them with their hearts
Others blab them and it tears them apart
You could hold a secret that could be lost
Secret information could come at a cost
I have a secret I wish I could tell
Can you keep a secret I was wondering as well !
Shush !!!!
© Copyright KC . Leake
24th February 2015
All Rights Reserved
Categories:
blab, mystery,
Form:
Rhyme
Twinkly bunch with loaded school bags
Ambition injustice and itching their backs,
Cunning those faces in front of the gate
Heedful pupils well-chosen apparently late.
A fistful primary breeziness
Shared with smiles, tears and silliness,
Together they brawled, together they fiddled
At times they often complained to be differentiated.
Kiddo little minds and parents appeared unjustified
They cried, they blamed and they lazed,
Loaded by books and rat raced tutelage
They pass by a very dignified teen-age.
Out from the custody of cynosure
Together they stepped towards Lyceum liberty,
Few were classed and few remained united
The formers became edified and rests were unidentified.
A masked – small compliments and the evening aloha
The river side sunset appeared to be ambiguous –
A fiesta time boogie and the overnight cockeyed
At times such occasions made them to blab out their twinkly time.
Grown up as buddies and with time they rationalized
Affairs, status and outlook made them more gratified,
Traits made them parted and one cried in solitary
The formers humiliated the frailer and the frailer remained solely.
Lost in their computations, explores and technological justifications
Few carried out degree uprightly and few were abased shamefully,
Bucketed with knowledge, numbers, meetings and self-worth
They neglected those twinkly smiles who were grown up with assorted life.
Few became responsible and few got hold of ménage
Few were invited and rests seemed out of the sight.
Hearsays few get together known to be friendly trinity
Yet there also they lived with different hierarchy.
Left away life they sacrificed the age of assorted life
One who lived with it can now front the barbarous life.
They lost themselves to their twinkly buddies’ mobilization
Upcoming in their lives they will surly come by friendly exoneration.
Dated: 18/01/2010
Categories:
blab, friendshiptime, together,
Form:
Narrative
Life isn't fair, for how long will I blab?
Everyone knows that and sure have their share of crab.
Too much of hurts and clinging to the painful past will not do.
Telling the tales of yesterday pain is a much ado.
Incessant pang of fury is the only thing I will surely gain.
No more hold on that past of constant pain.
Going forward and putting the past behind,
Guaranteed me a blessing of many kind.
Offences of the past I shall no more find.
2ND form
I have had my own share of untold pain.
But I do not want that to put me in a cage.
That to me will be of no gain.
Now, I have chosen to open a new page.
3RD form
lingering sorrow
of piercing nagging pain
must go with the wind
Categories:
blab, hurt, pain,
Form:
Acrostic
Memory of the Aged
Blurring mist creating a transcendent skull,
Gradually dissipating into thin air by glimmer of the sun,
Aged plucked toothed corn-row
Of horny gum smile, broadening,
Grim lips fall flat,
To blab like ignorant spoil infants,
Greetings dug up and hung in the shoulder of space,
Ensnared walking sticks tucked near ancient monument
armchairs,
While ghosts apparitions lounge in breezy atmosphere.
Categories:
blab, death
Form:
Free verse
Trying to rip that off
Making it a boozy scoff
Savaging the crepe won't sell
We're the Hell makers
Nagging people blab blab blab
Going crazy like the Bohems far
Follow us to the cavern
We're the Hell makers
I'm about to bring it on
We're not just trivial spawn
It's real that we live here
We're the Hell makers
Faking out the faded pain
Oh my god it's you again
Don't mock us like crazy
We're the Hell makers
Tapping out the shaded game
Pulling it to the makers fame
Alpha! Beta! Gamma!
We're the Hell makers
Time to go and wrap it up
Makers anthem you won't dub
Fall back and remember
We're the Hell makers
Categories:
blab, courage, people, crazy,
Form:
Lyric
I ain't gonna brag, boast, blab...,
lest yours truly suffers demise from backstab,
resignedly taking wheel of our automobile
donning, (but NOT trumpeting)
role as taxi cab
shuttling the missus, (she effusively glad)
to medical appointment
me, the obliging husband
in order for this mister former cad,
debt, now an ordinary dude dad,
who upon snaking, crab
like sighing, shimmying, scooching...
thru bumper to (rubber
baby buggy) bumper drab
morning commute, which
snail's pace spurred shoutout, via ab
dom men null controlled app
designed by A. Habb,
which homonym identical
sound of descendent, sans faint jab,
asper fictitious Capt'n of Pequod
at sea vis a vis
if forced to snatch macadam landgrab
all the while aye spent gab
bing maintaining mindful outlook
for aggressive drivers,
whose cold icy stare
felt akin to painful jab
methought best not to "flip the bird"
subsequently get rushed
to emergency medical lab
avoided, cuz aye hapt tubby vigilant
for brazen drivers, plus additionally
keeping keen eye for police ready to nab
speed demons (mailer or female) even nawab
receiving citation for traffic infraction
and if repeat offender sent to rehab
with license revoked,
nonetheless a slight stab
of anxiety as appointment time elapsed
indicated by built in digital clock
no matter arriving after 7:45 am time
my de facto role as chauffeur,
the wife would disfrock,
but fortunately excuse, sans gridlock
did not necessitate need
us to return at later date, thus no knock
kin wind out figurative sails, hence
circumstance did not
find me laughingstock,
thus any consideration, asper myself
resorting to quaffing hemlock
unnecessary honorable sacrifice,
that versus engaging in lethal warlock
additionally compromising private uber
to give spouse coveted lyft.
Categories:
blab, adventure, allusion, appreciation, environment,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
The Church of Four Hundred Rabbits*
Needs Vows of Silence from blab-its
The Altar wine
Is so divine
That monks and priests probe loose habits
*Prior to Lockdown, Nottingham's
400 Rabbits Tequila Bar
Categories:
blab, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Why North Needs to Move South
We started out sailing in a sleek sloop
To find poems planted in Poetry Soup
Until after we had looked in plain view
And it turned out to be oyster stew.
Into my mind many poems did cram
And became chowder made out of clam
Gave out secret when I started to blab
We enjoy soup made out of blue crab.
Seafood to me is the only way to go
Which I am sure by now you all know
With more cream my soup did anoint
Then we used crab that was blue point.
After to us no longer was hard to tell
Came by some crab with a soft shell
To soup we added an additional spark
When we added some morsels of shark.
We further thought about it for a while
Decided seafood became quite the style
Especially if South is now where you live
Where they like all things less expensive.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Categories:
blab, encouraging, humorous,
Form:
Couplet