Best Tattle Poems

still bright orange rinds around juice,
mixing with a few very green leaves,
mixing ultimately with fried rice
and chicken; no peas or carrots.

finally in the mouth, hands
letting go of virtual reality,
face cleansed of sweat;
finally eating at two o’clock.

yes…yes, earlier hot chocolate
with teeny tiny marshmallows.
wake up time was...

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My wings are in immaculate form
It would assist in keeping me informed 
I’d fly from pillar to post
In salons I'll be engrossed
Truth be told, I’ll never be misinformed...

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Rattle and Tattle

Battle big battle;
And Trump's cage this will rattle;
On him did tattle. 

Guess that is how we heard 
about all of the Trump rumors.

Body of a Baboon.

Heard her name was eloquent Eloise,
Who loved swinging through tall trees;
What discovered about her pretty soon,
Face and body...

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little minded people with so little in their lives
promulgating rubbish with their cretinous wives
ooo-ing over news of celebs leaving dives
ahhing over gossip from journos with knives...

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Meena can drive Corona,
whispered Tina to Nina.
Is she a doctor?
How could she master?
Ney dear, it is Corolla....

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The ugly small fry tattle tale thief
Slid to a quick stop much to my relief.
He was definitely mean
His tattle-taling obscene.
And frankly I gave him nothing but grief....

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Hold your tongue, tie it up tight,
for a loose tongue that strays in devious ways,
can slip and cut deep, too quick, right to bone.
It wags the dog, flaying in many ways failing.

Telltale tongues come in many forms: 
A tongue forked splits and deceives.
A sweet tongue...

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Scats scattered in field
tell who or what's been there.

Footprints lined up 
like string of daisy chain 
stick figures in rogues gallery
outside the window,
tell who's been where, and when.

Outside the grass is indented, sticks snapped
leaves out of place, leaf litter rustled,
Inside the room wreaks of disturbance
tells...

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She was just sitting there, not paying attention.
A sitting duck? I guessed.
She glared at me.
Can I please finish the story?
I knew then I was in for a pouty evening.
So I was quiet.
As long as I could be.
A sitting duck? I guessed again.
I had seen the...

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the boss has a stooge
we give him incorrect facts
betting on his speed...

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Beating in a cadence few can hear
for they listen not closely.
Pounding in perpetuity through creation.
Pumping relentlessly,
slowing with sorrows ache; 
racing with the light of sunset 
or the nearness of a lovers lips.
Aging brings a stutter,
causing fluttering eyes and fragile skinned hands 
to hold onto life...

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Tattle tale Tessie is on my last nerve.
She tells on everyone with vigor and verve.
Before they do much Tessie is whining away.
Wearing down my good mood by the end of each day.

Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah she whimpers and whines.
Stressing me out before...

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she came from mine
           hind
 cupped hern mitts
     cauzing mine
          blind

  kissed my neck
      mine chin
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The tattle taler seems so bleak
Until someone knocked out his front teeth
He screamed then swear
Did he even dare
To send his attacker a black wreath...

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