Best Jibber Poems
Hey children! Listen, I miss your zeal.
The world inside your mobile is surreal.
Look up!
See, I have fixed stronger glasses on my windows,
Get hold of your cricket kit, come back on the street,
I miss watching your games.
I won’t mind, smash all my window panes.
Hackneyed messages,
Dollops of unalloyed twaddle
Tides of trifling emotions!
Baby! You are locked inside your mobile.
Look up!
See, the stadium looks so barren!
Without your mischiefs and fun,
Your irritating jibber- jabber and nonstop run.
I won’t mind, come on burst my eardrum.
Your friends, your pictures, games, tweets and stories
You live in a fantasy world, that’s absolutely unsavoury.
Step back into this beautiful life, create beautiful memories.
Look up!
Don’t waste your time and energy.
Live for a cause, get up and push back your lethargy.
Open the notebook of your life,
Fill it with love, fame and prosperity.
No matter what! You shall thrive.
Don’t be a slave to mobile,
Life isn’t a game!
Dear! You have to survive, mobiles exists just to give a little respite!
11/04/2019
Categories:
jibber, addiction, freedom,
Form:
Verse
Darkness state of mind
Darkness can be state of mind,
And sadness makes you sort of blind,
Although the sky is grey as grime,
Weak brained tripe, here needs attention.
Does magpie smother find you weak,
You raise your voice and only squeak,
Think you’re fat or thin, now bloody tweak,
Cool dude, by re invention!
Self worth is driven down,
Actor you, invert the frown,
Jabbering jaw jockeys from the town?
Step on for thy ascension,
Negative voice is sorted here,
Act the part, become , sincere,
Personality gets set free,
Jibber jabber just like me,
And walk like Jack the lad!
Don Johnson 27-Aug-11
John S
Jabbering jaw jockeys pull you down,
so climb upon em, cause em frown,
be the strongest spirit, clown,
and rise above the chaos!
Categories:
jibber, adventure, voice, voice,
Form:
Ballade
forever quacking
like two silly ducks in bed
two soulmates at birth
jibber jabber quack quack quack
yes I think they got the knack !
Categories:
jibber, appreciation, inspirational love,
Form:
Tanka
A sweet
Deceit
A word
Song bird
Bossy
Bully
Word spree
Banshee
Bizarre
So far
Jibber
Jabber
Checkmate
Debate
Chatty
Frenzy
Warpath
And wrath
Stop it
Just quit
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June 5, 2015
Poetry/Footle/Five Fun Footles Plus
Copyright Protected, ID 06-680-057-05
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
For the Standard contest, Five Fabulous Footles,
sponsor, Jan Allison, Judged 06/2015
Second Place
Categories:
jibber, bullying,
Form:
Footle
Oh, the incessant noise, the jibber jabber,
civilization’s cure for loneliness,
the panacea for boredom.
If only, if only, “You’ve got male.”
would be an answer.
Ah, but no…
Tweet on, “Oh ship of state…”
this Union, this rudderless human joining…
Oh, to be a deer in the wood
the silent wood, the sea of green, the eye of calm
to hear naught but the patter of rain.
And, taste only the dewy mist
on the tip of pedal pink tongue.
To not have soiled the soul, flesh eater, destroyer
To be Un-manned…
To run and leap, doe-eyed, over fallen log…instead of fallen foe.
To rise a-dawning in the mist of a four-legged dream.
To be mounted by a loyal buck
and birth a quivering fawn.
Surely, all the monkey mind has to offer
can not compare to the innocence of the doe.
Shut the roaring static, kill the jabber walkie
resurrect me silent, furred and free
amongst the fiddleheads and moss
of the wildwood.
Categories:
jibber, adventure, allegory, angst, animals
Form:
Free verse
Enjoy your techno-toys while you can;
As you frantically surf the internet
In a vain, pathetic attempt to "keep up"
With meaningless jumbles of jibber-jabber
Which you consider essential information.
All those gotta-have gadgets you crave
Like some new kind of 21st-Century addict
Are gouging a hole out of your soul
As they maintain a sensation of completeness
By filling you up with pastries for the mind.
Your tedious little pompous amusements,
(For that is all they are, in fact), could
Someday soon be wrenched from your so-called
Lives by the merest whim of our nearby star
When it casually spews raging plasma our way
In a blithely impersonal Coronal Mass Ejection.
Perhaps then you'll acquire some notion
Of how much of yourself you've invested in
Virtual Reality over actual reality, in Oxy-
Moronic "on-line relationships" with people you
Have never met, whose voices you'll never hear.
Your legions of electronic "friends" will
Evaporate in the space of a few short minutes
And you'll run screaming down the corridors of
Your mansions and tenement buildings in searing
Paroxysms of apoplexy before your brains finally
Implode and you all plunge into everlasting coma!
Categories:
jibber, addiction, earth, earth day,
Form:
Free verse
Whit dat tight till - say
yes, aye wool thank ewe
mooch at least for today
hoof fully (this Joe kerr)
can easily bide his time weigh
beef hoar rammy cows come home.
Meantime India interim
lemme clover - reaching
far out on dam moost precarious limb,
bot do nut inspect me tub bark prim
and proper, nor procrastinate for tim
marrow, cause spontaneous whim
will lose heft, no matter how inane
poetic palaver could by then
elude ding me noggin to explain
nebulous jibber jabber hokey folderol
even confusing to a Great Dane
a dog (of course)
man's/woman's beast friend,
not hounding visa vis discovering
you improperly verb (bait him)
bone a fied with noun (sense)
barking up wrong tree
dangling modifier as gerund
faux paws and inquisitive,
nonetheless countenance do lend
sincere cachet gnome hatter compared
to average superficial *****sapien
said former doggone creature just thru
facial expression can mend
"broken" heart and soul,
which rhyming tangent did send
yours truly off scent, asper initial trend
actually truth be told, no paw tickle har
matter, I sought to sink teeth into,
but let babbling stream of consciousness wend,
where petty full extemporaneous tooting
oh my didgeridoo, which initially scares
the dickens out gills of hooting
blowfish until they recognize
this bloke juiced pooting
air thru a long wooden tube, be yule
then their piousness piqued to pisces,
gather together as if attending school
always mindful to follow
the goldenfish rule
i.e. aldi tom not erring,
floundering, and getting
tricked, royally suckered, and
hooked becoming gruel
resulting within tummy higher
up the feeding chain,
survival of dragnets cruel.
fission expedition for
salmon to hope fillet
enjoys almost done hook,
line and sinker - hooray,
sans to steal mental energy,
and precious time may
king another reason to be
persnickety and every ray
zen to be guarded, when
wading in cyber seas tay
king precautions, once
I return from Uruguay.
Categories:
jibber, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Oh, the incessant noise, the jibber jabber,
civilization’s cure for loneliness,
the panacea for boredom.
If only, if only, “You’ve got male.”
would be an answer.
Ah, but no…
Tweet on, “Oh ship of state…”
this Union, this rudderless human joining…
Oh, to be a deer in the wood
the silent wood, the sea of green, the eye of calm
to hear naught but the patter of rain.
And, taste only the dewy mist
on the tip of pedal pink tongue.
To not have soiled the soul, flesh eater, destroyer
To be Un-manned…
To run and leap, doe-eyed, over fallen log…instead of fallen foe.
To rise a-dawning in the mist of a four-legged dream.
To be mounted by a loyal buck
and birth a quivering fawn.
Surely, all the monkey mind has to offer
can not compare to the innocence of the doe.
Shut the roaring static, kill the jabber walkie
resurrect me silent, furred and free
amongst the fiddleheads and moss
of the wildwood.
Categories:
jibber, animals, nature, peace,
Form:
Free verse
Beneath billowing sack cloth tent
An auctioneer jibber-jabbers his words.
Below his red mahogany dais
Sit Fifty Amish American women and girls.
Black-bonnet-ed, bidder-number in hand,
they chirp for cowl or coat, yelp for yarn,
raise bid card for church books, wool hats, many lengths of linen,
plethora of patches to sew into quilts.
Each lady bides her time until she points or winks or nods.
Calling to mind a measure of a time past.
Suspender-ed men inspect implements laid firm against gray fence,
even to the unused chamber pot still pure and winter white.
Rake, hoe, watering can, all is offered, noticed, taken for a price by love.
Untimely winds spin dust from the fallow fields, through the tent.
Coarse black garments now dressed in manure brown.
The whole crowd moves down
at the last to the front yard to bid home the furniture.
Magnificent bed- one hundred years old-, mahogany desk,
cherry wood breakfront seven feet tall,
shaker chairs, porch rocker and a modern recliner are claimed.
Auction done, the cows, horses, dogs and cats are led away.
As Kate and I walk to our van, an old man speaks English to me
saying most items stayed in her family.
Leaving, we were only strangers looking for a bargain,
happy with a four dollar end-table we took from her friends .
Categories:
jibber, age, america, appreciation, bible,
Form:
Narrative
we've all done it
or we used to do it
nowadays we can feign
sending messages
in touch-and-go back streets
in dodgy areas at night
in the office to appear
being busy
to avoid babbling
with a colleague
to avoid a bothersome
old lady at the bus stop
bell didn't invent the
gossipy horn
he jibber-jabbered
with the mutt
which is another
prop you could
pretend to be
chewing the fat with
talk with a stuffed animal
talk with a photo
talk with a tomato plant
talk with the mirror
sweden had their
own phone number
so you could pretend
to be talking to them
Categories:
jibber, humor, humorous,
Form:
Free verse
hello,please be sure to vote for the o-b-a-m-i-n-a-t-i-o-n come november
remember,america has never had a black president and until this is fullfilled,we will never prove we are not racist
places will scream if we go with o'cain,eer,i mean,mr.mccain and the lovely vain wife of his.has she ever been proud of america?
dont believe me?lets look at truth.the youth need a black man,isnt that the truth?know how i can tell,look at the sales and popularity of .50 the rapper.america is mad about him,so its time
a brother finds this out.we doubt poems would reach him,so mr.obama and your mysterious earthly career of smoking crack,or writing poems,which ever one happened.doubt me and see,the south will go red.nevermore
its a racial issue because they made it one.they,the democrats are the race baiters,and they love pain and hope your poor and stupid enough to believe they help the poor.good luck getting this published,many will scream.know what i mean?
this dark look at human thoughts was brought to you by katie kuric,the lover of any that hates america.god bless the union?i never will.we wont, we will.
when people pencil in a black man,especially a large black man,they jibber jabber but dont say they are proud to be supporting a black,they just say,"yeah,well",then go off on their own and think.thats eternity slipping away.the one you had mapped.
i am against barrak obama being president because he hasnt proven himself,and he loves himself,and he comes from the chicago area,and because he loves black music and black things and other insignifigants.
Categories:
jibber, political
Form:
Free verse
I’ve often wondered what to say
or how to speak when words would stray,
a gesture served to save the day
when simple words would slip away.
I’ve often floundered when I've spoke
or tried to tell a bawdy joke...
it pays for words to wear a yoke
instead of trying to provoke.
I've often blathered tongue-in-cheek
with wordiness that seemed unique
and thought my wit was rather chic...
though knew it nonsense, so-to speak.
I've often blundered when upset
by saying something I’d regret
and wished I had a safety net...
a muted state was better yet.
And though I find it so absurd
that jibber gets my jabber stirred...
when rhetoric goes undeterred,
I often wonder, who needs words.
Host: Mark Toney
Marathon Contest mile 8
6-24-22
Categories:
jibber, angst, anxiety,
Form:
Couplet
Only full of jibber jabber
Blabbing rumbles goppy blubber
Chat so lots it seems a big ole sea
That bellows jiggles up the sunken ladder
Waterlogged a smullen button belly
Swollen tub of lardy squishy goo
If only spit out complitastic words
Scales and skin could sag down too
Not sure if this is right but it was fun...
Categories:
jibber, fun, nonsense,
Form:
Vogon Poetry
My "FAKE" Genealogical Knighthood
Unbeknownst to me if royal
gilded crests comprised
my rusty dust caked coat of arms
hence, I take liberty successfully farms
productive crop to contrive fictitious
Medieval Age forebears
with favorable charms
strong agile hands
hurling crude accouterments
centuries prior to invention of firearms,
which weapons (of mass sieve construction)
privy to proto gendarmes,
this inventiveness of mine conjures
courageous knights in shining armor,
perhaps monogrammed,
hammered chain metal,
nonetheless such endeavor quite a chore
where love's labors not lost,
viz hub bully accepting, condoning,
and employing embellishments extempore,
whereby solar rays alight,
flickr, and glint glore
re: us astral motifs, the stellar
craftsmanship one (even a poor,
indigent destitute beggar
like yours truly)
could not ignore
exquisite baldric, exotic, and heraldic
trappings incorporating magical lore
aesthetically pleasing
fascinating, and appealing to one poor
uneducated disheveled rhapsodic bohemian
incumbent jibber jabbering, hallucinating,
and fancying deplorable basket case to restore
himself, the legitimate true heir,
who could double as
courtly jesting troubadour,
whose slain grand papa Aaron Harris
violently ousted during Uber Vodafone War
constitutes dreamy gotcha your
attention fabricated and
facilitated to Zoar,
an actual ancient city
anachronistically inserted here
thanks to Lot, whose Biblical reference
Google made me aware,
which ye probably care
nary a fig about, but
placename linkedin mere
to allow, enable and provide bare,
lee tenuous appeal dare
ring me to trump
poetic formality near
rolly returning full circle (one tough Job)
manufacturing prevarication
recounting "FAKE" heir
essentially envisioning, imagining,
and jimmying gallant
high in the saddle career
timeless lifeline chess piece
of centuries gone by
enshrouded with reverence by this air
rent considerably less provocative
then missives by Baudelaire.
Categories:
jibber, adventure, age, courage, creation,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Noern noern jibberbabble jibberbabble
As I pleaded over his spittal spattle
Of venimous ven engaged in verbal prattle.
Then we stood nye to nye
Straid in rockish gren.
Ner dillish kand we ertabe friend agrin
Our grint of thoughts too distant finds
Too distant calls each as our hearts recline.
My jibber flams his ire within
So to swigish flim cams from him.
Brikker nak brikker nak
Back and forth with frack
Noern to yield, yet attack.
Then I curled and cowt
To know his wisdom had won out
And embarked in gladden rim
That we cowt each other once agrin.
Categories:
jibber, break up, conflict, fantasy,
Form:
Light Verse