Best Tattling Poems

Chit chattering so happily, in babyish first conversations,
Like treetop little birdies, sharing emerald observations,
Burbling giddily and gaily, as golden moments evanesce,
Tattling like garden beauty secrets, in the feverish press!

Jabbering enthusiastic jollity, in the success of noon sun,
Rumors of glad gibberish, as droning bees in gilt...

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  OLD WOMAN 
I am the old woman who lives in a shoe
I have so many children telling me what to do
Some are twenty, thirty, forty and fifty too
but to hear them all screaming you'd think they were two

Tattling and fighting, yelling, squawking, all...

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Turkey day is finally here, along with that mid-afternoon paralysis
Half the family made it this year, and thank God, 'cause we're short chairs!
Apple, pumpkin, and mince-meat pies fill the air with cinnamon dust-devils
Nevermind the barking dogs and screaming, running and tattling kids,
Kooky and drunk, your...

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Blustering tornadoes of ire
spin from my head,
the blipping computer lost its net, yet again.
Even the background of rosy sundrenched sea
does little to quell the storm which brews
gremlins of an esoteric bent
skid with ease from flat screen~

~to flat screen attacking the saucy skirt of 
the satellite...

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Dingy diapers
Yelling until tonsils are sore

No, you cannot eat all the candy
Because Mom said not to give you anymore

Hitting and tattling on siblings
Leaky mucus filled noses

Boy! am I glad you all don't belong to me
Your parents will soon be here to collect

Gather your "Wiggles" D.V.D's
You...

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Voyage to the bottom of this... 
prevaricated forth write Declaration!

As most every girl and boy
taught back in the day,
learning base sic life lessons, 
when going to Zerns,
now permanently closed, 
but once upon a time one 
bustling, flourishing, thriving 
Farmers Market formerly 
a year-round farmers' market...

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Like cooperatives explicitly known 
and felt,
most virtuous circle systems
love meaningful ecological theology,
a WinWin reiteratively continuous choice
grows political democratic
tit=tat resilience into multicultural perpetuity,
whether virtuous ego inside
and/or eco-habitat therapeutic outside.

Like implicit competitions,
not not corollaries make most vicious
LoseLose degenerative non-choices toward WinWin,
prejudicial leaning toward
inside ego-economic priority
over outside green...

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Wishing you lots of birthday fun 
And happiness till the day is done 

I couldnt find a gift honestly 
And since you really like poetries
Here i write to
Convey my wishes

Years passed laughing
Months went by hard working together
Nights elapsed in tattling
But I never realised that 

You...

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This bowl is no longer mine,

was never so,  

Let it go. 

well worn before the oath,

A gift that despised the guardian, 

Presented freely without a dowry in May. 

tainted, and abandoned. 
  
used, and widened by many.  

too wide to keep a...

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And if at night the stars do come
shy in cautious dim
I quickly count them - the night is short
they give me time
if they have such a thing!
But, not the nights I need
The sun makes them shyer still
- brethren so science say
So why turn thy face...

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I am a Victim, 
Lured by mascara, and by a pretext piety 
Induced through lust by immoral vermin 

I am a Victim 
Blindfold through cunnings to fest on a plowed field, 
“Whore scammed”, trapped in a net by the conspiracy of a blemished womanhood 

I...

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Prevaricated Forth Write Declaration.

As most every girl and boy
     taught back in the day,
     or more recently going to Zerns,
     a golden age of story telling,
     when rapt listening...

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Every moment is a potion mixing
      in the adjoinisent wave.
         Where possibility falls like raindrops, 
       leaving you with the wonder of knowing; 
  ...

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Closet Humor
Written: by Miracle Man
11-19-2019

There are things in each past,
which are kept recondite.
Some call them secrets,
because they’re kept from others sight.

But seems every closet,
that hides a skeleton from sight.
Comes an untimely occasion,
when that skeleton causes fright

Once the “cat’s out of the bag”
and the bones start...

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Blue heaven lying beneath the shapeless moon night,
 Clad in grey, in boots pitch black, he stood there.

A man of few words was "he";
 Aloof, widowed and bleak.

Mundane and labelled weak;
 Habitual to be unseen.

Inhaling the bitter cig, addicted! he wearily grieves,
 Deplorably, at his...

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