Best Chitchat Poems
Day after day I sit, poised deep in thought and contemplation
while tourists stop and stare at me with eyes of admiration
Sometimes they seem hypnotized, looking without blinking
I wonder what they would think if they knew what I was thinking
I wish Rodin hadn't sculpted me wearing this scowl of a frown
I'd wink and smile back at them if I could put my right hand down
I've seen children hide their eyes when they realize I am nude
Rodin was the sculptor, so don't go blaming me. Don't be rude!
I don't mind being in the buff. Who needs to wear proper attire?
There's a lady who visits me on weekends, eyes filled with desire.
I was originally called 'The Poet.' Maybe you didn't know that.
But the museum guides never mention that in their chitchat
"And here, ladies and gentleman, the most famous Rodin of all.
Six and a half feet tall, having a place of honor in the gallery hall."
And if I'd been standing, my height would've reached twelve feet
My butt is really getting sore from seating on this pedestal seat
The gift shop sells replicas of me. I've been reduced to pint-size
and after one hundred, thirty-seven years, I've started to oxidize
Great. Here comes another tribe of school kids, all chewing gum
I guess they'll wad it up and giggle when they stick it on my bum.
So goes the inescapable days and nights of a sculpted work of art
I have the capability to feel because Rodin chiseled in me a heart
8/19/17
Categories:
chitchat, art, imagination,
Form:
Personification
Poets, you've been expressing your opinions on politics
Some were very nasty, like oil and water, they don't mix
Some 'discussions' have gotten rude and very hostile
It's truthful facts vs. fictional lies, all spewed with bile
Can everyone stop bickering and put your theories aside
Believe what you will, but stop being sarcastic and snide
It doesn't make a difference what any of us choose to think
The world is out of order right now, completely out of sync
I'm annoyed by being told, "covid is just a hoax." It's real!
Go ask the families of those who have died, how they feel
Don't send me to videos with what you consider is proof
I'm capable of reaching my own conclusions. I'm not aloof
America isn't gone. We're much more resilient than that
Our Constitution wasn't written as words of silly chitchat
We've not been destroyed by acts of deplorable lunacy
We've no need of a funeral, so don't prepare a eulogy
Poems and blogs that cause tension, worries and woe
will not lead us to write better poetry, so just let it go
Please stop using your pen like a weapon; a baseball bat
to grand slam insults. Poets, we should not be in combat
Categories:
chitchat, poets,
Form:
Rhyme
The world needs a whole lot more love and laughter
Spread it around each and every chance you get
Whether it's a waitress in a restaurant
Or the cashier at the local supermarket
Or a helpful teller in your local bank
We must always try to brighten their day with humour
Or some friendly chitchat and a happy face
It really doesn't take much
Just a smile and utter a cheer “How's your day?”
The reaction will be worth the small fortune
In return it will make YOUR day better as well!
If more people would do this instead of grumbling
And complaining about this and that
Guess it's human nature but rise above it
We're only on this earth for a very short while
So live love laugh and be happy...
It's contagious!
Categories:
chitchat, pride,
Form:
Free verse
The world needs a whole lot more love and laughter
Spread it around every chance you get
Whether it's a waitress in a restaurant
Or the cashier at the local supermarket
Or a helpful teller in your local bank
We must always try to brighten their day with humour
Or some friendly chitchat and a happy face
It really doesn't take much
Just a smile and utter a cheery, “How's your day?”
The reaction will be worth the small effort
In return, it will make YOUR day better as well!
If more people would do this instead of grumbling
And complaining about this and that
Guess it's human nature, but rise above it
We're only on this earth for a very short while
So live, love, laugh and be happy...
It's contagious!
Categories:
chitchat, life,
Form:
Free verse
Deprivation is a great teacher
Empty cupboards and growing weeds
Cause the soul to stir
To disdain idle chitchat and merriment
Lessons learned transform the spirit from sand to granite
Conversely, dissipation and luxury turn lives to shards
Always getting one's way leads to the house of destitution
Too much milk and no meat
Categories:
chitchat, education, poverty,
Form:
Free verse
Since it’s such a nice and beautiful day
why not become a piece of cloud myself
or a stream of water, and go.
If it happens to be a cloud,
looking down a side of a mountain floating in the middle of the air;
or if it happens to be water,
bathing in the basin under the shade on a foot of mountain at times
and merge in the plain drifting through the valleys.
How do I do manage today? Because it is raining all day.
Should I visit a tavern and have a drink to get mellow?
Or become a tree frog(1) and cry my eyes out?
If neither of them are feasible,
walk in the rain to find my place to stay and when my feet are mired,
just stand there to become a totem pole and chitchat with the rain
by a roadside stream.
Why the wind howls today?
Is it because Jonah incurred God’s anger?
Or because Shimchung(2) has to throw herself in the raging water?
Oh well, since no one knows where the wind comes from,
why not blown myself in the wind become a Manjang(3) and
visit the netherworld where Hades reigns.
1. Korean folktale Chonggeguri. Story of a disobedient tree frog.
2. Korean fairytale Shimchung-Jon. Story of a filial daughter Shimchung.
3. A streamer made with a piece of silk, cotton, or hemp cloth on which funeral ode is written. This streamer is carried by a person who goes before the colorfully decorated bier to let the people know that dead person is coming as well as to express the mourning for the dead in Korean traditional funeral procession.
Categories:
chitchat, imagery, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
I Will Smile
I smile, to dispense out the rage in my soggy heart!
Most folks smile, if they're dwelling in cloud nine.
I will smile, when I get that kiss from my child hood crush,
Like Bow Wow did from Tyra Banks.
Queen Elizabeth's kiss on my cheek will spark a radiant smile on my phiz!
Elegant, brief and delicious dreams tender smiles on my phiz.
A prior romantic night, will glow up my smiles, this is evident during the break of dawn.
If I ever fish out million-dollar woman, I will smile at the end of the day.
For a chitchat with Kanye, I will smile.
When I get to transcribe Rap lyrics for Jay-Z, I will smile.
Imagine me on the same comedy show with Kevin Hart,
What a diamond smile I would compose.
Writing screenplays with Leonardo Dicaprio and Nicholas Cage, why wouldn't I smile?
Ah yah! Oh yeah! Not forgetting lunch with Obama-
What a glowing smile I will tattoo.
Okay! I studied from Makerere University,
The best University in East Africa and the fourth in Africa,
Let alone, I have the happiest smile so far.
When I flicker to Trance and Digital Daggers music,
The hidden companion smile, is transcribed allover me.
Let's float through Def. Jam Records with Russell Simmons,
Where I would love to record an audio anthology some day,
Russell heed to my dream, because I want to smile.
Let alone, working with ColdPlay, their lyrics always drill smiles into me.
In the end I'm with Linkin Park.
Let my confessions be by my side,
And my phiz will smile eternally.
All Rights Reserved
T.m.T scripts
Categories:
chitchat, power, self, smile,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Tattarrattat
…amazing how things change over time, from a simple knock at someone’s door, smoke signals, walking & serenading to the Pony Express, and now Cell Phones…what next, microchip implants?
Tattarrattat of sounds making universal calling to chitchat
Habitat denned of words hovering upon stagnate doormat
Dialling friends like Anna and Christine while vanity filing
Smiling Hannah throughout texts and hashtags reconciling
Taking selfies selfish as snapping shots peep after faking
Breaking stats texting thru speeding with fingers aching
Money making Facebook and Twitter toot sucking honey
Funny folks frolicking in wow of gibberish words chummy
Implanting microchiping radar loves of illusions enchanting
Ranting and deleveled amidst abysses of misunderstanding
Evaporating thoughts deified through fanatic futurists dating
Frustrating still mom and dad tired of escaping callwaiting.
...this may also be read backwards
1.Tattarrattat – the longest palindrome in the Oxford English Dictionary, coined by James Joyce in Ulysses for a knock on the door
2.denned – past tense of to den, meaning to live in a den
3.deleveled – past tense and past participle of "delevel", to demote or be demoted to a lower level.
4.deified – past tense of "to deify", meaning to consider as a god
...originally I was going to enter this in Joseph May's Palindrome contest...but at the last second, I noticed the theme was about the Seasons...dah!...hello Brian lol
A Palindrome is a word or phrase which reads the same backwards as forwards, such as level, or deed, or "never odd or even".
Sept.24.2018
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Sponsored by: Brian Strand
N/A for contest
Categories:
chitchat, community, culture, relationship,
Form:
Free verse
The world needs a whole lot more love and laughter
Spread it around every chance you get
Whether it's a waitress in a restaurant
Or the cashier at the local supermarket
Or a helpful teller in your local bank
We must always try to brighten their day with humour
Or some friendly chitchat and a happy face
It really doesn't take much
Just a smile and utter a cheery, “How's your day?”
The reaction will be worth the small effort
In return, it will make YOUR day better too!
If more people would do this instead of grumbling
And complaining about this and that
Guess it's human nature, but rise above it
We're only on this earth for a very short while
So live, love, laugh and be happy...
It's contagious!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Categories:
chitchat, life, love,
Form:
Narrative
ANSWERING AN ABSTRACT
do you trust the world not to fall on you?
i’m standing on the world, i have to trust
myself not to drop. i’m an implosion of doom
enjoying expressions like good grief, my structure
is closer to collapsing because the bolts unloosen,
thinking my thoughts are unique, sounding
like a dead man, the one who invented
the atomic bomb to protect the world from Nazis
and orange mist, didn’t work of course
nobody laughs at my jokes, wife thinks
my ***** is small and wants a threesome
with the neighbor who steals my newspaper,
the sun is dying, learned about it in fifth grade
along with putting a condom on and long division,
a little too late if you ask me, and everybody
dislikes the idea i might want to pray or learn
Korean, my life is a parachute that won’t open
i’m going down and not on my wife
people call me crude, saying my behavior
is for shock value, i like sitting naked
in my living room with the windows open
clothes are itchy, socks have a tendency
to make my feet smell automatically,
cleanliness is next to godliness and i
need all the god i can muster, why i
sing hymns because i hear they like music
up there more than talking, conversations
in chitchat sounds like static in an oyster,
can’t know for sure i recognize the world
have to assume i don’t, ignorant of the cosmos
and my own capacity for greatness, clouds
could be my thoughts, trees could be my limps
sun could be my soul, and even if the world
falls i’d have to go with it, and how’d i know
i was dropping when i would give up the ghost
before we land at the end of time because we are
booming through the millenniums and it takes
a long time to get to a floor so bottomless.
Categories:
chitchat, arabic, christian, death, earth,
Form:
Carpe Diem
I am pondering the necessity of speech,
the redundancy of spoken words, each by each,
the answers given as so many times before,
the repetitiveness becomes hard to endure.
"I'm fine, how're you?" Robotic, knee-jerk answers,
meaningless words that eat our language like cancer,
"Of course I love you" and "No you don't look fat,"
whispered workplace gossip and loud women's chitchat.
Misunderstood, convoluted sentences hurt,
best to keep quiet and a civil war avert,
hidden meanings spoken and often overheard,
silence, indeed, is louder than the spoken word.
©Danielle White
Categories:
chitchat, angst, depression, on writing
Form:
Rhyme
Click, click mouse!
Chitchat, nice!
Mouths shut tide hearts speak their minds
Congestion on the information superhighway
It’s a hard drive for my megabytes to
Entre
To feed my cybertronic ego
The fuel for my search engine
Entre
Update recent status, ‘Complicated’
Post a recent pic, 'Out jogging'
I love internet shopping!
It's safe...
To buy, I mean, to download love
Entre
No, not the lyrics to the song...the real thing
"Love defined is the will to"...no, no, not the definition!
'Find love tonight'
You just have to Upload your life
Entre: Age, race, height that’s the main thing
Love needn’t be a virus!
Just ‘Like’ my profile picture
I ‘Like, Like’ your pout
Or not...next!
Entre
Similar tastes and trends are accepted
Or rejected, don't be disgruntled
There's a whole database of lonely hearts surfing the internet avenues
‘Searching’ for companionship online
To find a match to ignite the passion
Google me!
Granted, so you can ogle me!
Exposing intimacy publicly in my own privacy
No to ‘no profile pic’
And no nude pics please!
Acting antisocial on social media
Invitations to chat rooms,
Love on tab
‘Share it’
What’s your name?
...Delete
Perfect match!
Entre
Love found...Entre!
Categories:
chitchat, cute love, fun, internet,
Form:
Free verse
Leaning on the deluxe seat,
She munches banana chips.
Her handsome husband breathes near
And an air-cooler blows chill.
Yet, she looks back from the car.
The vehicles fly, scattering on road.
One bike chases so close,
As it tries to kiss the car.
His hand has locked her shoulder;
Often, they swing together in ditches.
Yet, she looks back from the car.
He made her shine in rare jewels.
The moments sway in chitchat.
Now, their car diverts
To some pleasure zenith.
Yet,it is unknown why she looks back.
FABIYAS M V
Categories:
chitchat, inspirational
Form:
Verse
Written: January 10, 2025
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Wenches of Whimsy and Woe
In the world of the fiddled gruntingly,
where micturitions dance,
and arty yawning plurdled gabbleblotchits,
lurgid bees buzz with mordacious glee.
Eardges justle and grumble,
festering infectious organ squealers,
gnawing at the edges excruciatingly,
Intergalactic highways scream,
echoing in their lavish friars.
Gandersalps gleam in the grim groggy gloom
graceful gliding gallant swarupincrafts majestically soar
whoop, wail, wassail wondrous rowan wood
cormulent chitchat flickers like flames
Elevate the mundane,
let foolishness dissolve into the ether,
In the charm of nostalgia, we find the replevy abyss,
Paraprosdokian twists lift us higher.
Triskaidekaphobia slumbers wrapped in jest.
Schadenfreude influences us as
katabatic whispers from the abyss fade away
callipygian figures emerge,
bringing moments of unexpected joy.
Vessels overflowing with dreams,
countehsee the orbs and clusters
while Guinevere gazes, sly and wise,
clipshank the past, whitebootz to come
Here as we meander in whimsical unfolding
Categories:
chitchat, adventure, appreciation, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
Beyond speech
Before the words
Even leave your lips
Thinking about thinking
Looking at your thoughts
I see the building blocks
Of your breaking down
It's noisy sound image
An abstract tree growing concepts
In a forest needing life
* Simeon wages its demise
Beyond the tip of your tongue
After supper, when the words
Have left your mouth
All your childhood questions
Still unanswered
It's branches are torn apart
Your tree positioned
Without arches pays a fee
To this living organism
For it's inorganic accretions
*Simeon wages it's demise
Beyond the after thought
Your prose has brought about
There's no going back
Past the Temple's entrance
No chugalugging in reverse
Like dead dogs guarding
White noise on a mountain
Jubilations and alleluias are
Revelations so gloriously bright
They hurt the eyes
*Simeon wages its demise
Beyond the pandemonium
Of your chitchat usage
On the far right of a good way off
Your thirty tongues
Those serpentine monsters
Are tangled in green homilies
No more conversations needed
Not listening but watching
Your gold watch a-tick tock ticking
It's running against time all-embracing
*Simeon wages its demise
Unsanctioned quiet
Never looks back
Too much said
Is always too late.
There are many words for frost
This is the house your words built
You might have lost your tongue altogether
Like blind passion without a mission
Not even your homing pigeon can
Any longer hear you out.
*Simeon wages its demise
Categories:
chitchat, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse