Best Blather Poems


Premium Member Blither-Blather and Red Yuck, and Pray Like Your Hair's on Fire, 'Coz It Is

    when accused of blither-blather
      seek shelter in the moment, rather
    than plunge right in confrontationally
      into a bottomless pit of calumny

    remember to count to ten again and again
      ramp it up to a thousand, don’t pretend
    if you’re still hot, don’t plead that you’re not 
      or let bygones be bygones and all that rot

    ‘coz the chickens always come home to roost
       when and if you’re still juiced
    you just might slice that swollen face wide open, catsup-red
       then hallucinate as into grinning spiders it is shhh-RED
                          
                          *******

    If the horror you've just read
       fills you with naught but dread
    Try not to lose it, jughead ~ pray hard
       before you go to bed
                               ~ Dr. Jack Ell

Far-Side Blather

'Tis quite evident,
no pulchritude remains
apart pellucid poetry 'pon
figments' elegantly refined
persuasions which are
quite simply volition 
mid-flight delusions
seizing daily routines'
fragmented derangement,
traipsing 'tween vague
blathers' vacuous
mindlessness 'midst heady
illusionist's mused intentions
of an inaudible presence
taken compulsion o'er silence

above & further the farside 
poetically conceptualized
amenable druthers and
superfluous divergency
of an obscure obsession
© Paloma P  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Perpetual Blather

They fell in love and married when she was about the age of twenty.
He knew she liked to talk since she'd already bent his ears aplenty!
She could babble at twenty miles per hour with gusts up to forty!
His mother warned him, "Son, this woman will surely damage your corti!"

Even when in a romantic mood and with her he'd like to coddle,
She would rant and carry on with her incessant twaddle!
She'd prattle at forty miles per hour with cyclonic gusts of seventy-eight!
Only when she'd begin to snore would her unceasing blather abate!

They attended their college reunion and he was embarrassed to death!
She dominated each and every conversation and didn't take a breath!
She gabbled at thirty miles per hour with occasional gusts to fifty!
He hesitated to tell her so but as an auctioneer she'd be mighty nifty!

At her family reunions it sounded as if they were speaking in tongues,
Like the rabble at The Tower of Babel, bellowing at the top of their lungs!
Babbling on and on seemed to be an inherent family trait!
They'd chatter at fifty miles per hour with gusts exceeding ninety-eight!

When his spouse said the grace she'd chat with the Lord ad infinitum,
Asking Him to bless the food and all God's children beginning with Adam!
When she left for Beulah Land, on her stone he had this message etched:
"I could never get a word in any-wise and that ain't too farfetched!"

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved

A little homework assignment - if you don't know what the word "corti' means,
look it up in your handy-dandy Funk 'n Wagnalls!


smile on the contrary

The Domed Teapot Movie Team stores 
good running electrical engineering supplies for 
the apprentice vape tester stationed 
for training with other code guy 
system connectors near the 
erectifying rainbow falls of 
Mr. Mojo's Old City

WHEREAS(S)

the Eccentric Frontier Goldmine Foundation State has 
discovered a recent reference model indicating that 
the Eclectic Ghoul Aid Company has failed the 
combined skating/scooter/car/bike and 
forest river vehicle acid test (though they 
did oddly OVER_perform with 
dirty toothbrushes while on 
motorcycles)

ALL OF WITCH LEAVES US WITH

an Elected Peach Boutique Box Collection of 
shadow games and chic cottage band 
energies perfectly suited to the 
Enneagram Test Cook's home decor

NUT TO MENTION (MUNCH ON?)

the elliptically concentric doctor of the 
Goon Power Kingdom where 
mad duke predicament bosses are 
obsessed with my contraption wheel 
drop way of UNDER_thinking the 
biased fallacy of self-data camera 
set collectors viewing the erect or 
oral bored college process that 
involves repairing old farts for 
recyling at flea markets.

somethin' thing-inflicted

Recalling days in a state 
you 
might feel after faking 

your own breath of fresh hair she fried 
from that floor dayward to 
be right 
         on the 
pointless hell prototype 

aligning with her vision 
of 
the self-confident soldiers 

singing her to the quick and stick-
y hotel where no one 
ever 
         checks out 
the plumbing unless pres-

sured to do so by the 
bladder 
         of fact 
madam at the recep-
                                 tion desk.

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