Best Prattling Poems

As Joe was biking down the side of the road
He ran across a chap with a dearth of driving skills.  
Or more accurately, the driver almost ran over Joe; 
'Twas one of life’s unwanted thrills.

A spirited exchange ensued between them
About who was in the...

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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...

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(based on Aldous Huxley's book "Brave New World")

Human hatchery

Clink clink clink clink...
Test tubes prattling past
along the chrome plated production line.
Glistening under fake fluorescence
humming in harmony
with the magnetic motors
of conveyors, centrifuges and camshafts.
Biological blobs of gamete goo,
vials of vile biology,
a tempest of sperm and ova,
neatly confined...

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There's one who acts like a righteous queen
Prattling peacock, she loves to pose and preen
She is surly and gruff
Heckling slurs with a huff
And denouncing the life-saving vaccine

The haughty queen is quite aloof
and sometimes she acts like a goof
Should she be on trial
For covid denial
Believe me,...

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Spooks were making love their bones were clattering
                       Fresh in after death sex they were a prattling
      ...

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Soft as quicksand is the ground beneath the feet
   of those whose words attempt to rile and defeat

Thrown stones cause few ripples before they sink
   Crass sycophants fill their pens with delible ink

Barbed sticks tossed never hurt their quarry
  ...

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April Brooks was four years old, prattling a blue streak, like comets;
Or backwards walking time, seizing swiftly, days of golden promise.

April lived with parents and older sister, in the sunshine of a valley;
And petals wore dew pearls and fragrance, all along the green alley.

April and...

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Sometimes at evening when the sun goes down
I light a little candle all ready for love
I am older than Luther, soul of soul unbound
I bridge desire with Bee Gees, and move
To your ears to whisper in hibiscus tones
Anticipating your wet and sweet delicious moans.

But you...

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"Photographs escort us to hidden recesses of memory and bring before us rare moments lost in time"... By Poet

Flitting through the pages of an old album,
Picked up from an abandoned dusty box, 
I saw a discolored family photo-
All of us posing in front of our...

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World gone mad

Shots are fired, young kids expired
Schools are closed, no educators hired
Diseases spread, haven't you read
Land mines sown, too scared to tread
Where will it end, this world gone mad

The seas a mess, plastic detest
Clean the pollution, the only solution
Elephants, rhino, a homeless wino
Corruption rules,...

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The virtue was being wronged, depicted his woeful tale of prey and innocence. 
Gradually people gathered to listen to the poignant rhetoric. 
blown away by the felon's aching, awful narration;
pitied the miserable plight, lamented the dejected tales. 

There were babbling, the throng silently protested the...

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You know what I think sometimes?
said Allah to Buddha,
Of course you do
and yet you don't.

I think I gave this gift of language
because you have a uniquely humanurtured gift
of comprehending
and transposing
and translating languages thru-out each and all Earth tribes,
but primally amongst your anthro-Allah loving selves.

Buddha thinks
we...

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Cooped within ancient bodies, this inhabitant 
dwells amongst an elder net 
of crabby, crotchety, curmudgeonly claque 
of old folks, only a portion of population I met
which achey, flaky, kooky motley crue 
disgruntlement fed as peevish pet
aye be earnest asper assessment, 
but some getting ready and...

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I raise my glass and pen to give a toast,
(For the all random thoughts that fill your sheets?)
No man, for poets that inspire me most,
Like Bryon, Whitman, Shelley, Keats and Yeats.
(Right! Your headache is driving you to boast.)
Long live also the poets labeled beats!
(Those prattling...

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Alien talk I can’t understand
A Pifflewig performed a handstand
He verbalised through his ass
Gross putrid wind he did pass
Like many blokes throughout the land!

I farted, perhaps it was fear
Foul wind was expelled from my rear
The pifflewig boys
Loved my smelly noise
I’m gobsmacked when they start to cheer

They...

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