Best Blabbering Poems
two bible-blabbering, prattling pastors
from two denominational sectors
ended up in stitches and bloody plasters;
those around said it actually began
when one yelled, "faith alone can save a man!",
the other screamed, "only charitable acts can!";
swinging bulky bibles, shouting curses,
they whacked each other's eardrums and noses,
bludgeoned and bloodied their righteous faces;
so ironic, how they maimed each other
for faith, for charity and didn't bother
to heed the Lord's words: "Love one another."
Ohhhhh Electic touch shock my body awake
Arched back and gutteral moans
Shivers sweep my skin like circling tongues
Ohhhhh scream beautiful wild sounds
I can not lie still, nor think
Thoughts escape me and I - I - I - ohhhhhhhh
Ohhh Rapid touch
Torment me till I am begging
No, no, no more I can not take it
I shake my head in mock protest
Unable to contain, control -
I have no control and ohhh
Oh yes, oh yes, yes, yes
yesyesyesyes oh yes, ohhhhhhhhhhhhh
Toes curl and eyes squeeze shut
Tingling body my face is flushed
My head dizzy and I am ohhhhh
Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh, I am high
Inibreiated on your touch
And ohhhhh, ohhhhh you have not yet
Even entered my warmth with your
Ohhhhhh, your touch drives me to the edge
The edge of sanity,
Shattering the world into a jaged blade
And I forget whatever words I am about to say
Ohhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmhhhhhhh, ohhhh I am blabbering
I am ebullient, I am oohhhhhhhh - overflowing
Quickly you slide between spread thighs
Slick and wet with sweet ambrosia
Hard your pelvic hits mine and it is ohhhhhhh
Ohhhhh I am losing my mind
Rapidly I am approaching - approaching - aahhh
Ohhhhh, ohhhh, God yes, God,
Head thrown back, nails pulling your hot skin closer to mine
You ravage my body over and over
Waves flooding my senses - so overwhelming
You pound into me faster and faster
Till it is impossible to tell where one ****** begins and another ends
Ohhhhhhhh, my brain is numb with hot sexual desire
My lips are wide with laughter, sweet bubbily giggling,
Bottomless, Abyssal moans - voluptuous and husky
The squeak of lascivious screams piercing the night
God does not hide among the stars
Somewhere in forest’s dense foliage,
In the depths of distant seas
Or creeds of mystical faith traditions,
God is not confined to the minds of gurus
In the sacred blabbering of preachers
Even the beauty of nature’s cycles,
Or somewhere undisclosed to humanity.
God is not hiding, at all, my dear friend,
In all these things making him/herself evident
In all things disclosing the divine mind
In all things making clear the right paths.
God is not hiding, at all, my dear friend,
But resides there in your heart and mind
Revealing his/her will in omnipresence,
And, if you seek God, you will find God.
SEVENTH PLACE WINNER
Written August 22, 2022
Submitted to "Where Is God" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
"While many are silenced by authority, some are voiceless as they have no courage to protest. But some prefer voicelessness for convenience sake which is a graver offence" ~ By Poet
In a world of much noise and cacophony
Some are fated to remain voiceless,
Due to reasons forced or voluntary.
Raising no protest, they yield to their fate
Watch the meek docile lambs that move,
Behind the shepherd to be huddled inside
Food and shelter are all they need,
And they abide to be shorn with no dissent.
Silent are the beasts that trot along,
Miles on end through rugged tracks.
Blissfully ignorant of what awaits,
They stagger lamely to the slaughterhouse.
Mournful is the voicelessness of the slaves,
Flogged and beaten to bear the yoke,
Stifled is the cry within their throats,
Never once let out to break the calm
Heart rending is the voicelessness of the dumb,
Trying in vain to utter fleeting thoughts,
Through signs and gestures crude to view,
Lisping and blabbering in broken sounds.
Fierce is the silence that lingers on,
The ones subdued under stark threat of life,
Gagged and tied unable to moan or move,
While looted of all that is hoarded in life.
Silence turns golden for the sober man,
Who remains sedate when taunted or abused
And shuts his mouth with great restraint,
To prevent a brawl from brewing up
Voiceless lies the dead beneath the sod,
Actors who once rocked the stage,
They exited out from this turbulent world,
To be shrouded within crevices dark.
I stare at the stark darkness ahead,
My hands squeeze the steering wheel
While a simple trepidation musters its way to my heart
The road is long, my headlights keeping shadows in check
I see the smooth path, intrigued by its uniform contentment
My tires and many tires before have moseyed yonder upon it
In the dark and light alike, with perspectives all their own,
Had they once thought, in the dusk or in the sun,
How much more will this road tolerate?
How much harder will the sun beat upon it,
And will the chilled darkness one night crumble it to nothingness?
There is no answer of course,
For they are silly inquiries, dimming campfire talks
And really, questions stem from a lonely mind blabbering alone…
The road moves unobtrusively,
Or am I moving?
Pressing this car with privilege to play its role,
Bravely contacted with the cold
Running steadily
Through the friction of the tires
This road, it will crack someday, in all the usual places
Dulling, eroding, becoming near-natural
Just to be made new and safe again
Ready for man and roadkill…
I will ask one more time for solitude’s sake,
Why is it so perpetually smooth?
I expected a bumpy night in this desolate stretch
But we should not have the ability to expect what disturbs us…
I am reminded that roads do not mean to satisfy little wonderments
Can care less for these zooming contrivances
That we sit in comfortably, turning on the radio to drown out the mutability
Tonight I bask in it, and though I am not fully lost in the night,
The road and this car keep me feeling secure,
Even when surrounded by wilderness
It occurs to me a lot—
How can one feel so human?
In the comfort of a car, we escape the darkness of the wild
Only barely,
And the road behind me,
Well it is abandoned, forgotten for a while
Till more wheels spin across its surface some other day
It is so smooth,
Barren and ordinary
Not existing to dream its own existence
But it is gracefully real, and getting realer
As I continue to gaze through the glass
Ten trillion galaxies up there, down there, around here
Each with one hundred billion stars, give or take
Can you wrap your head around an octillion?
All I need is one civilization that gets it right
Just one in an octillion, plus a spaceship, that's it
Not for me, the expansive vistas afforded those who sit
Atop a nation-sized pile of human wreckage
Three hundred million strong and breeding
Sipping Maggies and smoking Castros
Poisons to poison the perception of poisoning
The dog is so very done with the pony
My millionth micro-apotheosis
will not make me any more divine
than I already am, just more enshrined
The wooden boy will always be wooden
No, your institutionalized parasitism is for someone
Who wouldn’t slowly suffocate
On the ashes of that which cannot nourish
My roots require a different soil
So many starving at the Kool Aid and Twinkie buffet
The ten thousand ways I’ve died to be reborn
Ten-thousand and one mini-reincarnations
Not one courtesy of this benighted domain
Praise be to all that is not this invert realm
The sublime countercurrent opposing all that is worldly
Humility is unshrining of the self-statue
Shovel away the foul cement before it hardens
No I absolutely cannot play the game
Of hubris, your oh so tasty damnation
if I stand still the poisons will stop draining
And then what of my heart?
If you think all this blabbering is pointless
You shoulda heard what I was saying
Seven or eight addictions ago
Because that’s another fetid pile of wreckage
It’s progress, not perfection
You can just beam me up anyway
6/11/16
© Thomas W. Quigley
Who’s that cow standing in the way
Moo-ove, Moo-ove
No, that’s a donkey,listen how he brays
Hee-haw, Hee-haw
I’m not the kinda person to be hurtling insults
"But that's a crazy monkey with a blabbering mouth"
Who’s that dog with the toothpaste grin
Bow-Wow, Bow-Wow
He gobbled up the chow and is starving to sin
Gro-owl, howl, howl
Some creatures greedy, they'll suck your bones 'till it's dry
Just living in the Jungle is a fight to survive
Who’s that bird dancing in the streets
tweet - tweet, tweet –tweet
Someone stole our dinner leaving nothing to eat
Gro-oan, Mo-oan
If you slip, you'll slide, go straight down the hole
Life is just creation in a different world
Who's that CLOWN distracting everyone
Hell-Low Hell-Low
He's sniffing cocaine by the beach in the sun
High High, Bye Bye
Some are born to shine that's what they say
Only money really matters at the end of the day, Can you pay...
Friggity friggity!
MacRaith and O’ Tuama:
poets incessant and
blabbering bores.
Publican served insults –
flibbertigibbeting.
Rhetoric ingrained dull;
flyting supreme!
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The limerick is an English comedic five-line poem. The form could be found in England as far back as the early part of the 18th-century. It is thought to be derived from the Maigue Poets of Croom, County Limerick (depicted here). When the two erstwhile friends, Sean O’ Tuama and Andrias MacRaith, had a falling out they started trading insults (in rhyme format), ie flyting.
LEXICON
flibbertigibbeting: frivolous, flighty, or excessively talk.
Flyting or fliting is a contest consisting of the exchange of insults between two parties, often conducted in verse.
Life's taken on a whole new meaning
At this late stage on my trek
If I never ever see another tomorrow
It's complete as it'll ever get
Much happier now than I've ever been
There's joy in my heart everyday
The world could end but my life's complete
There isn't much more I can say
A most fortunate soul if there ever was one
Don't know if I deserve this much joy
Not going to fight it, going with the flow
Happy as a kid with a new toy
This may sound a trifle over the top
I'll admit I'm blabbering on
But happiness has taken over my soul
Each day from the break of dawn
A happy camper am I
© Jack Ellison 2013
Listening well,
But all I hear is:
Blah blah blah blah
Customers are like bouquets of flowers passing through our twenty-four hours.
Breakfast, lunch, or dinner all 365 calendar days guaranteed for a full twenty-four seven.
“Hello Sir”! Welcome to Waffle House America’s favorite place to eat!
Some say we are the closest thing next to God's Great Heaven!
We have a confusing language of our own, the blabbering towers of the real “April Showers”
Service with a smile that has walked the many hard-earned extra tenths of miles,
Nothing computerized with files, just organized by our own genuine unique styles.
Waitresses are serving with hard enduring time and each crosses over a mighty fine line,
Master grill operators optimize a divine talent marking your plates perfectly aligned.
Friday and Saturday nights the party train arrives blessed coffee to the many lips we’ll revive.
Regulars and irregulars you’re served just the same, pardon me did I really get your name?
Loud ones, quiet ones, and even the picky ones strive to come back to us,
Here we bring back the basics of being alive.
Scattered, smothered, covered, chunked, diced, peppered, capped, or topped?
So do you want them “All the way or just partly aflame”!
Young, old, or different at being indifferent just being sane,
Especially when the “Waffle House Way” is to say the first “HELLO”!
“Morning Mam”! Can I get you your usual or will you be having something different “TO GO”?
Brief moments of insanity with the moods that walk through our doors,
Thank God for every single one of those Jukeboxes!
The quality of service opening an eye to the sly foxes,
We’d really be in trouble if we sold liquors!
Foreign, military, and even civilian are in and out,
Our servers are like the gold stored at Fort Knox.
So what can we get you today that you haven’t already had before?
“The Waffle House Way” America shouts!
It’s like being home because that’s what we are all about.
So shut up
while I carve out your heart
with this spoon in my hand
'cause now you're mine;
so get over yourself
You priceless prostituted attention seeker
I'll give you want you want
So shut up
Everyone will know you
from the News tomorrow
as the kid with some dreams to follow
who got brutally murdered down
This is what you wanted
So shut up
Let me see those red lips of yours
against the wall
No worries; I'll leave you
after I'm done
laying in a pool of blood all swollen
I gave you what you wanted
So shut the f*ck up
It was your own fault
from the beginning
you just couldn't stop
your ugly red mouth
from blabbering non-stop
All you had to do
was to just shut up
Now I've made you.
You have now shut up.
I’m all alone
Studying the stupid algebra lesson
Sniffing my nose from a flu
Listening to songs to chase off
Of my discomforts’
I drink water continuously
And stay alone
Until my sister comes
And breaks the silence
With her stupid noises
I’m worried and confused
Remembering a friend’s inappropriate words
Wishing to slap her badly
For her oversized tongue
That keeps on blabbering bullshits
I don’t know why I’m weeping
Guess because there’s no one to talk too
No one to be considered a someone
Even my mom keeps on watching silly shows
And screaming at my face for nothing but a habit
And it bothers me, it bothers me to hell
And when I step up to defend my right
She forgets my words, and off to her ridiculous shows she goes
I’m screaming from inside
Madly a monster, bored from being kept in a cage
I wanna be free
Bust the chains and do everything I can do!
In solitude he is thinking of them all
Children rather go to shopping mall.
Babies they were blabbering
Or became sick and were crying.
How hard it was to nurture them
Now it's not the love garden?
Outside cold wind is biting his skin
Worse, his pain is biting within.
"Why, Why have they left me alone?"
He wished they were never born.
His heart growing pale like the moon
Yearns to speak to someone soon.
He's so down and grown so weak
They are so unkind, whom to seek.
Trees stand like silhouettes up the sky
And only his faithfull dog sits beside.
Passers-by just turn to see him
Like bright stars above are peaking.
"Are we not all born to die?"
"Why does loneliness make us cry?"
He sits still thinking why he's alive
All his friends gone, he survives.
At last, his heart offers a prayer
He wishes his wife were together.
Looking into a crystal clear river, itching to bathe my feet
Water’s look shallow, I’m buried in thought gone obsolete
The trickling liquid beckons me over, promising of a cure
My reality is a long time stolen, faltering into life obscure
Torn between instinct and choice, ambivalence devouring
I make a compromise to dip one toe, not too overpowering
Testing water proves difficult, distracted by gaps and voids
Cursing and blabbering alone, answering myself annoyed
Anticipation is conflagration, expectation being unknown
Dementia doesn’t have a reservation, comes with life alone
One thing leads to another, I’ve wandered out of their cage
This river’s measured now, my toe the approximate gauge
Looking again find I’m knee deep, as memory starts to fade
Pushing out further still, forgotten is the compromise made
Keep wading outward, I have no comprehension of bounds
River is unable to claim me, my mind was long ago drowned
Your Favorite Rhyme Poem in August 2021 Poetry Contest
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10/08/2021