Best Chittering Poems

Rancid lemon rope squeeze
around a rotten tomato neck tie,
crooked odor bow hanging out of place 
Acid reflux raisin tax bleed;
dripping spoiled, milquetoast lies
out a sour-twisted, prune puckered face

Tart tongue 
sulfur speak disorderly,
dirty saliva fingers in the propaganda pie
Such a bowel movement disgrace
Bottom rung
bung opening vault...

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Through eldritch streets I walked alone
With shadows on my track,
Full jellied was  my every bone,
I thought my mind would crack.

Through mist and morbid mire I went
To revel where gargoyles dwell,
A guest whose soul was spent,
To meet the host - the King of Hell!

Through caverns...

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Grumble-rumble raises hairs on my arms.
Air so crisp it crackles lightening forms.
Whoop the wind scrambles and mell pells,
the stationary earth shivers before it fells.

Scrubbed clean like a naughty, naughty, child,
the twigs and brush scatter, the cat's beguiled.
Cone flowers pink petals lap dance the lawn.
Gray chittering...

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Quote: Both the enchantress and the siren charmer 
are part of the same one.   

Fired red wings on the breath of a dawning 
he lifts and soars towards life, a breath away
from sunrise, chittering before he takes swing
this cardinal of beauty knows how...

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How beautiful the sounds, sights of nature

In the distance alarm call of a cuckoo,

beautiful sound of summer Tanager

Blackbirds hopping around getting in a stew,

Acrobatics of swallows, swifts, Martins,

Crows of the carrion, rooks, jackdaws, Raven

Cooing of turtle doves and wood pigeons,  

Chittering robin, eyes closed...

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My name is Black.
My mouth is diseased.
I walk on walls behind your back.
I've come for your soul.
You had it out on lease.
(You forgot.)

Stop tending to the chickens,
Or don't stop tending to the chickens.
Either way there are no fans left for anything to be hitting them.
But...

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I wandered lonely as a cloud* 
to places far and wide
I often thought it would be fun 
to rain down on a bride
Or maybe on a summer Fete
as rain is something people hate
When dressed up in their finery
they saunter in the sun 
chittering, chattering making...

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Mind differs from the body.
creed of what we embody.
Start with phonetic rhymes
We learn to grasp algorithms.

How do they stay most-given?
A team, that is one-driven.
Does one's desire astonish?
Tell your brain to admonish.

A sneer on the mental brow
Appallingly booming blow.
Yes, you should follow this way.
Block each feasible...

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I took this as a summer job,
college expenses require pay,
they sent me up Whithorn Mountain,
put me in a cabin to stay.

Every morn I climb the tower
to make sure the forests don’t burn,
underestimated the boredom,
for some interaction I yearn.

Sure, the hikers will chat with me,
but I...

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Oh in the desert
my horse walks on,
across the big empty,
through the miles long,

this great big desert,
red rock and stone,
a wide, endless nothing,
such a long way from home.

When the water runs low,
when the sun sits high,
I see the vultures
circlin’ in the sky.
I curse this place,
why must...

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Third level CCTV audio recordings
of the last occupants illegally departing the 
quasi-safe, Area 4, Sector 9 quarantine zone
— Seventh vol. of the Ghetto Chronicles 


We hate to see you all go,
good company is hard to keep these days
Time is marked as being irrelevant here,
idle eyes...

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I can hear
the wind making snowballs
fading leaves crisping
chattering acorn crazed squirrels
a soft rustle of chilled bird feathers

I can see
low hanging branches
offerings to short nibblers
the beginning blush of a Red Maple
the edge of the day creeping closer

I can feel
the excitement
of distant V’s
chittering sparrows at sunrise
scampering squirrels
school...

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Birds At The Feeder

small chittering, cheepings
winter wings brushed in Arctic air
chickadees squabble
to choose a seed
from the newly filled feeder
pecking and peeking
and picking just the right morsel
to nourish their individual need

some come, as the blue jays..
squawking and bugling
make way, make way
and landing chase the small ones
grabbing...

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The uniform-clad
Little boy and girl
Topped with
Matching hats
Standing
Near the exit of the station
Cram school is done
For the night
Making excuses
To stay
The tree
Stays aglow
Through the night
The little boy
In the red T-shirt
Calling the
Telephone box
Mom, can I stay over?
His friends
Patiently
Chittering among themselves
Excitedly
The randoseru
On their backs
Shiny
Rainbow of leather
Gleaming of hope
In their...

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My Shangri-La will have tigers as guards a plenty.
It will have peacocks, toucans, and doves, maybe twenty.
A steampunk air ship will haul my friends to carnivals and fairs.
A bald eagle will become my companion, along with some bears.

My Shangri-La will include monarch butterflies, beautifully painted.
There...

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