Best Small Talk Poems
I do not know the borrowed words
That flutter lightly, spent on air,
The careful phrases people trade
And leave no warmth behind them there.
But give me fields at break of dawn,
When mist still holds the breathing land,
And I will hear what sparrows mean
Without a question being planned.
The bees confide in humble tones
Of labor sweet and faith in light,
They speak of summers earned by work
And faith that flowers will be bright.
A cat will tell me truths of rest,
Of patience folded into grace,
A horse will lend his quiet strength
Without demanding words or face.
I fail at talk that asks for nothing,
That circles safe and never sees,
But I am fluent in the hush
Between the birds, the leaves, the bees.
For there is speech that does not ask
To prove itself or to persuade—
It lives where listening is love,
And nothing true must be displayed.
My teeth number thirty-two.
I use some to bite. I use some to chew.
In this way, I specialize.
Don't get me started on my nose and eyes.
Oh dear, this small talk's going south.
How many teeth are in your mouth?
“Hello, nice to meet you
Again. How are you, now?”
(The only words I can say,
Looking at a familiar face,
No more ways to say that we are
So far away; that we’re way too late
For those Imissyou’s and wishedyouwerethere's
Because the truth is we’re quite used to it.
But gosh,) “It sure is great to see you again,
After all this time.” (Still,
Your eyes captivate mine,
Still, with your familiar smile,
I'm melted into my humble beginnings,
My primordial soul was made for your viewing.)
“Yeah, I’m still trying to get those abs.
Don't you laugh at me!” (I can dream anyway,
What does it mean to love?
The question remains for three words,
Three years and counting,
You emerge from a sea of everything else,
What is it that you are to me?)
“And so, how is your life?”
(I hope you’re doing fine,
Wished I made you) “Mine,
The world’s still spinning,”
(And spinning, as always and so forth,
A world without you, and life goes on;
That is all there is, simply
A knowing that you exist,
But doing nothing, save for
Counting each night and day,
You and I are so far away,)
“Well, look at the time,
You’re gonna be late,”
(Wished I made you mine.)
“Ah, but I’m late as well,
Nice to have seen you, I wish that
Maybe (I could tell you that
Sometimes,
I think about love;
And whenever I do -
I always think about) you
and I could see each other again.”
Hope you'll think of me
Because even if you don't
I will think of you
*************Note: Life Is A Trampoline***********
It is a fool who
Puts' ideas' into His
Own Head
-And-
Then bounce around
On an Trampoline
GF
Morrow: Though life has it's own
Ups' and Downs'
Be prepared......
For that bounce'
Before you hit the ground.....
I grasp onto
Your every word
But I am afraid
You let mine go
Family get togethers are so much fun
provided you stick to the rules.
Greet everyone with a smile.
Get them talking about themselves.
Don't compare nor gloat.
Set the timer to 'it will be over soon'.
Keep topics neutral; arguments deflated.
Keep unmentionables hidden away.
Don't say the obvious, keep anger at bay.
Small talk, short talk - in small short doses,
spread evenly around the room.
You can survive, unruffled, uninjured
by keeping it all short and sweet.
Happy........Whatsoever.
SMALL TALK
“How are you, well and you?
Oh my! What do you say?”
(Oh look, the time, If you don’t mind,
I’ll now be on my way.)
“Oh everyone’s fine, Yours? Yes, so is mine,
give all my love, hugs too.
I’m saved still the same... oh how have you changed,”
(So now our words will be few.)
“All of your good news, so glad to hear,
My prayers are with you, you’re such a dear,”
(Since all is well, let me steer clear)
We no longer cherish the time, it’s now yours and mine,
Small talk so soon gets old,
We all now part our ways, for the rest of our days,
Warm love has now gone cold.
This is the abounding iniquity,
Love now has little equity,
In the godly hearts of today,
We have so little to say
Never taking the time to really care or see.
“Well I better go now, (no more time for you now,
gotta walk, the separate paths we walk),
But rest assure my dear, God alone can hear,
the thoughts amidst all the small talk.
So much to say,
So little time;
Rush through each day,
No time to rhyme.
So much to do,
So many things;
To win and woo,
No time to sing.
So much to gain,
So put things off;
Bear hurts and pains,
Live with odd cough.
So much to live,
No time for grief;
So give and give,
For life is brief.
Leon Enriquez
19 July 2015
Singapore
Contains More Than Kernel Of Truthful
alienation, expulsion, ostracization
from body politick
if member of society resistant,
indifferent, adamant, et cetera
despite differentiation
(across the figurative board)
intolerance opposing ethos,
asper unspoken social graces extant
(albeit manifested amidst diverse
livingsocial variations) within
rubric of global civilizations primal,
oral, nonverbal, et cetera codas
automatically decreeing manual Kant
instilled from cradle
to grave impossible mission scant
acceptance toward recalcitrant
challenging precepts via rave and/or rant
thus when born into whatever culture,
steeped with historical paradigm
one can protest superficial nigh cities
til ivy blue in the face,
or try to concoct a feeble rhyme
but culture club richly identified, endowed,
brewed from heritage long time
ago until the cows come home to roost
hence creative pursuits one direction
can turn to swiftly tailor
if harried styled
with perceived restrictive parameters
and cuss like a sailor
with song and dance routine
(perhaps appearing on Dancing
With The Stars), or
choosing subterfuge viz
writing nefarious malware code, where mailer
daemons spring to life, when computer code
following infinitely jesting illogic causing exhaler
(case in point - myself, hoot
ends tubby humorous) as yukon gauge
yet another Internet end user might experience
greater reason to rage
against the machine before
turning rogue gushing renegade, stage
jing anarchy against disparity
with equal pay, cuz a working wage
aint nuttin boot peanuts
so if strong willed, hook hairs
if you appear like a putz
just realize doggerel
of this pooch iz gaseous boot utterly without guts
and hangs around the junkyard
with other nerdy mutts.
I woke up to the sound of the keyboard clicking
I went ahead and arose and I'm not nitpicking
It wasn't long after that a friend of mine called
I'm glad we have things such as phones installed
We talked awhile concerning my poetry and reactions
I was worried hence to the writing of my factions
I'm sure that soon there's going to be an exchange
and the life I'm living now I must rearrange
I won't discuss that now but there will come a time
when I will disclose that information in my downtime
I will tell you this one tidbit before I expose
these writes will induce sense to you then I suppose
Small Talk Delayed
David J Walker
The days dawn falling in
Uncertain brokenness
Strangeness
came in waves
of multicolored
Cool sunrays
Nothing would be the same
He said
But nothing ever is
Instead
Of small talk delayed
The gardener went about
his business
Pruning the garden
I nod my head and smile again
The burning creases brand my skin
A scar I will forever wear
There's nothing left to talk about
Pretend to hear; pretend to care
I fear my words have all run out.
I have longed for a visitor, to knock upon my door
and indulge me with stories,
from another shore.
Someone with whom,I may wile away the hours,
conversing about life...
not just the rain showers
I will prove it to you that I’m stronger than you realize
You are my one and only that I prize in my elegant eyes
Feeling like I’ve been living under a rock
Sorry, hon, but I’m sick of the small talk
What about you keep me warm under your blankets?
Shelter me from the storm – the storm of regrets
Love me till the break of dawn
Love me until I’m fully gone
Keep me on your mind, baby
I’ve been thinking of you lately
You’re out of touch still…I wish I wasn’t such a quitter
You know the drill – I’ve been neglecting my messages on Twitter
But, I don’t care anymore, for you’re the one that I adore
I know I’ve been an attention whore to the core
I will prove it to you that I’m stronger than you realize
You are my one and only that I prize in my elegant eyes
Feeling like I’ve been living under a rock
Sorry, hon, but I’m sick of the small talk
And I’m cranky if I don’t get what I want when I want…your words are like the price of bronze
When I’m with you, I’m satisfied frankly and that’s not all
Your words is what I feed upon day and night – waiting for your lovely, yet prudent response
When I get my new cellphone, you are gonna be my first call
I’ve grown attached to you and I don’t know why
It’s the things you do that I love – I can’t deny
Trying to cram all these lines together – my mind is a white feather
Nevertheless, you're making me feel better, despite the gloomy, yet sunny weather
I can’t go outside because I miss you so – didn’t you know?
I am on the spot light in my own personal stage though
No matter what I write, I am lost in a mixture of solitude and words
I will prove it to you that I’m stronger than you realize
You are my one and only that I prize in my elegant eyes
Feeling like I’ve been living under a rock
Sorry, hon, but I’m sick of the small talk