Best Talkers Poems
Sweet Talkers of the Devil
Reptiles in human suits are the true sweet talkers of the devil,
and are well known among the various societies in our world
as slick, sleek actors who fancy the breaking of common law
virtues by their actions in supporting ungodly acts of a real
form of reprehensible separatism that opposes all that is right
and true under God’s eyes in civilized human society.
These malefic actors are the perfect humanoid reptiles for
spreading their surreptitious message of greater autonomy
in the world as they seek to divide and conquer all people
in human societies with their notion and true intention of
setting back the real, hard-earned historical progress that
mankind has achieved over the centuries that have been
marked by war, strife, prejudice, tyranny, nonsense, and
utter debauchery.
What’s at stake you might ask? Think of the implications
of the negative actions proffered and foisted upon all
innocent people worldwide. Think about all the progress
mankind has achieved over the centuries while having to
confront and to defeat the uncanny forces of deception,
darkness, and true evil.
Beware of the Sweet Talkers of the Devil!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
November 1, 2021 (Narrative)
incessant talkers bother me.
I leave the room upon their arrival,
not caring if I hurt their feelings, for I know they
do not notice, it always being about them, they
do not see others.
I do not enter the room if they are pre-there.
no sense in it, as whatever you say they can top,
and will. It happened to them sixteen times
more often, and harder, they were pulled out
of their car by two jaws of life.
it is irritating to me when I am almost finished
with a story, and one plunks down, interrupting
the punchline, with a banality that exasperates.
maybe worse, it annoys me that no one asks
me what the punchline was, so it is not like
anyone else cared any way.
I love the ones who share their money woes,
and their family woes, and their woe-woe-woes.
teaching us not to share any information with
them, possibly this is why the room clams
shut upon their arrival.
the last one never has rent money, or groceries.
always begging for money or a check, perpetually
pleading with anyone on social media to bring her
something. she always carries in a sixteen dollar
lunch from Uber, there is a five dollar upcharge.
i wish I was talking weekly.
I am talking daily.
I wonder if her grandmother who is still working at age 71,
and sending her check has any idea about these
astronomically expensive lunches?
My soul rejoices
For its metaphors,
Those pure and mixed;
Transforms symbols,
Veiled into Light--
We are literary:
Our stories, lives,
Encrypted by the Maker,
Deciphered by
Men and women
With ears to the earth
And eyes to the sky--
They have never forgotten
The Great Plains--
Its deep thunder of buffalo;
One with brother eagle
Respectful of thermals
And winds
Shared a treasured high
The unbreakable code
A language of Spirit--
Whispering wind through the willows
Faint echoes carried upon billows
By the wind talkers summoning the sincere
That delve into darkness without fear
Each one being called by name
To embrace the warmth of the light bearer’s flame
Calling from a focal point of the four directions
Inviting the mighty elm’s personal selections
To the place where past, present, and future meet
To join the minions of Hecate’s elite
Reptiles in human suits are the true sweet talkers of the devil,
and are well known among the various societies in our world
as slick, sleek actors who fancy the breaking of common law
virtues by their actions in supporting ungodly acts of a real
form of reprehensible separatism that opposes all that is right
and true under God’s eyes in civilized human society.
These malefic actors are the perfect humanoid reptiles for
spreading their surreptitious message of greater autonomy
in the world as they seek to divide and conquer all people
in human societies with their notion and true intention of
setting back the real, hard-earned historical progress that
mankind has achieved over the centuries that have been
marked by war, strife, prejudice, tyranny, nonsense, and
utter debauchery.
What’s at stake you might ask? Think of the implications
of the negative actions proffered and foisted upon all
innocent people worldwide. Think about all the progress
mankind has achieved over the centuries while having to
confront and to defeat the uncanny forces of deception,
darkness, and true evil.
Beware of the Sweet Talkers of the Devil!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
November 1, 2021 (Narrative)
The nurse said not to worry,
It was just a little prick.
Then proceeded to inject something,
that exploded like a dynamite stick.
I asked my husband last evening,
"Does my bum look big in this?"
He sighed then smiled and then denied
I looked anything but pure bliss.
The mechanic checked my engine.
Said it was running fine.
Although I did my best, it failed the test,
and is no longer mine.
The interview went well.
They said I got the job.
Then passed me over for someone else.
All I could do was sob.
I wish these fancy talkers
would learn to tell the truth.
At least, that way, no dismay.
Although at the time may seem uncouth.
Great Talkers
Those blessed with the gift of the gab
Are really found without Love
As everything they say
To a prospective suitor
Sounds like a Love Poem
Designed and written especially for them
Until the smell of Roses wares off
And is replaced by the Manure
it is based in
And Isn't it Ironic
How ugly is Platonic
Beauty is Moronic
Talk and Love is Cheap
And No Buys Roses
For the Losers and the Lonely
Smooth Talkers are double-minded in the mind and heart.
Your words have no actions only reactions and are
similar to cymbals that recklessly now clash with no
holding one's interest seen obsolete. Smooth talkers
are their assumptions? You lost your mojo with
eluding and pervasive charm. Smooth Talkers reeling
one in like quicksand are your characteristics.
Smooth Talker your spell has lost its potency and now
has been disconnected, and your cunning talks are like
the wind.