Best Tittle Tattle Poems
A Tiff A Tat
Tittle Tattle
Gossiping
Hate Occurs
Who Suffers
Mankind
I Want This
I Want That
Who gets What
Republicans or
Democrats
Split in two
For a Country
Of One
Unwilling to
Share
Red and Blue
Mixed together
Is Purple
Our Country
Is wounded
We all now have
A Purple Heart
Destroyed by:
Politicians
Categories:
tittle tattle, depression,
Form:
Free verse
"You'll find more peace in your life if you refuse to listen to idle chatter."
~ by poet
When a squirrel does it, he sounds like the Madd Hatter
But when doves coo it, it's more like romantic chatter
Chickens cluck pecking for grain that makes them fatter
and Meerkats jabber as a warning signal to "SCATTER!"
Often defined as the noises made by monkeys and birds
but I've heard such gibberish spoken by humans in words
and clinical conversations of dialogue by high-tech nerds.
I wonder if baaing and neighing is chatter among herds.
Chatter can also be considered as gossip or tittle-tattle
or as irrelevant talking, which is idle or foolish prattle.
Perhaps used in bovine circles as mooing among cattle
and the goo goo sound of a baby when shaking a rattle.
I've known a talker or two who I'd label chatter bugs
who can become more annoying then crawling slugs
That's not the kind of people I'd want to give big hugs
for their chatter might persist until I'd need ear plugs.
There's muttering and piffling, cackling and yammers
who'd talk day and night til you put on your jammers.
With nonstop chit chat, they blabber in noisy clamours
until you can make it stop with whacks from hammers!
February 4, 2023
Writing Challenge - C Words Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Categories:
tittle tattle, how i feel, humorous,
Form:
Monorhyme
The Ghost Train
North Wind, it was a howling, the sky was black as guilt
Malevolent the sheen, where upon her moonbeams spilt
Through the murky distance, her belly glowing bright
Roaring down the line, she was roaring down the line
Charging down the line, the Ghost Train rolls tonight
She glides along the platform, where haunted faces wait
With dreams of grand ambition, that only she can slate
The driver in his blood red suit, turns a skeletal grin
Toward the hungry hopefuls, then ushers each one in
From store to fire, his actions deft
The fireman twisting on his plate
Stokes the engine right to left
He fuels the fire of fate
He mutters and stutters, “We can’t be late”
For time is money and money won’t wait
With shovels full of human desire
He fuels the fire of hate
The whistle cord is pulled, the flag flutters all clear
The engine she is plied, starts the journey into fear
On it goes a rumbling,
On it’s round iron feet
Inside the folk are tumbling
From every leathered seat
Amid the laughter and the chants
What life, what love, what times
Everyone is held entranced
By ghostly railway lines
Tittle tattle chatter, ash from the chimney pours
Natter rattle clatter, onward the Ghost Train roars
Strange games are played
Some win some lose
Sincere thank you’s become mislaid
As each the other use
Beneath the load the earth she quakes
As all aboard debauch
Done deals and shady handshakes
On every carriage porch
Kerching-kerching-kerching, the till bell rings
More-more-more, the engine softly sings
From store to fire, his actions deft
The fireman twisting on his plate
Stokes the engine, right to left
He fuels the fire of fate
He mutters and stutters, “we can’t be late”
For power is waiting and power is great
With shovels full of human remains
He fuels the fire of hate
In never ending search, she roams across the land
Controlled by the evil, of the blood red suited hand
Through the murky distance, her belly glowing bright
Charging down the line, the Ghost train rolls tonight
If it pulls into your station
Will you jump upon its frame?
Will you lose all inhibition?
On your way to wealth and fame
For when the ride is done
There’s no-one else to blame
If you find you become
Another furnace flame.
Categories:
tittle tattle, dark,
Form:
Epic
Byword
(I)
Tittle tattle tales rattle.
Cabalistic cabals in cans:
Malicious mélange of melees.
Mummers murmur, mumchance mumble.
Mummichog: the perfidious Fundulus heteroclitus-
For this parlance is pestilence:
For your words, for their words,
For your walls, for their walls.
But for their worlds, for your worth.
(II)
Malicious mischief shrouds in mesmerism,
Whilst her malignity molds she forgot unfold.
But the morbid medalled she, instead to merge,
Maintains calumnies, which not calmative in anyway.
Mummichog: the perfidious Fundulus heteroclitus-
For this parlance is pestilence:
For your words, for their words,
For your walls, for their walls.
But for their worlds, for your worth.
(III)
A candid parley and caring suits…
Indeed better parallel match -no losers, all winners-
For cases in conformity and un-confound.
That’s peace, that’s reign, to just justice of the peace.
Mummichog: the perfidious Fundulus heteroclitus-
For this parlance is pestilence:
For your words, for their words,
For your walls, for their walls.
But for their worlds, for your worth.
14/3/1434 ___15/1/2014
©Abdulhafeez Oyewole.
Categories:
tittle tattle, addiction, allegory, character, deep,
Form:
Free verse
Brought back from the world of fantasies
By the 8’o clock warning device
Raised up undesirably at a lazy pace
Retrieving the welcoming hateful whole day race.
Jaded by the whole day lecture and ruined by assignments
Projects got to be compiled and pending PPTs
Next week’s above mentioned tasks
The lecturer did a job on my weekend plans.
Beetling of from the blue mind
On the way back paid for a RS pint
The evening amiability
Then changed my midday adhor.
Desirous roomie on my glass
Extended my evening all to night.
Budget hashed out and yet a penny left
Contribution counted to three
Held back for the late-night hour,
Program scheduled just after dinner.
Prepared nuts and crisped chicken
Horror flick lappy screen and encircled auditory sensation
Filtered flake lit up and welcoming the upcoming
Pollyannaish mood.
Three ready glasses and poured down first small pegs
Mixed with soda and measured cold drinks
Awaited Cheer up, is now appraised.
Valueless gabs and college couple scandals
Tittle-tattle few lectures and against soul mate’s lambasts.
Last sip downed
And the empty glasses quashed.
A bit stronger second and third
And the time seems to date-back.
Bulge out blushed eyes and orbing love stain bed
Latent hostility and fags myriad.
Enthroned activities
Except time none to put an end.
Deaf-mute fourth and last
Heedful sore past
Lonesome few moments and
Unenviably brought back.
A maudlin reverie expression
To see the past back to present
If matters could be deepened
Would endure the malign again.
Roused up from blues and faced the benighted
Sleety mezzanine and beetle-browed breeze
Yet stood placidly
To face the agony.
Mere empty thoughts
And faded memories
Seemed to calve a baseless spirit.
A sudden wink,
Out from the world of miasmas
To a reining state –
Caught up with existing faith
A new time ignited.
Bibulous state and duple images –
A feel to fly
And uncivilly liberty,
Did a moment time
An unexpected eternity.
The night to welcome the dawn
And unwished obscurity nap
Impermanent few hours of morning
Lasted till…….
Retrieving once again the hateful whole day race.
Categories:
tittle tattle, funny, happiness, hope, imagination,
Form:
Wind has wide mouth,
Mouth like river pouring out,
Clutching with an over-bite,
Whispering closed to our antennas.
Who possessed secrets? Enigma
Nothing is cloak-and-dagger.
We all have bad blood
And breathe air thick with gossip
Matters after closed doors
Escaped through holes in small traps;
Walls do tittle-tattle.
Poison the spaces and passed on;
Smother the likes of us with idle talk.
We are much more
Than monkeys, but we are plenty less.
Chances fled yielding conceit.
Feed the flame. Let it sear
Old England, like London Bridge
Burning down with our views.
Tear down. Break off the passage
And construct walls with the ashes.
Let’s die alone while listening
To the loud mouth of wind.
Right hand lost in whispers.
What wind is voiceless
If it stretches from the seas?
Categories:
tittle tattle, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
tittle-tattle wobble wall
don't know how to make that fall
see how hungry is my tummy
eating thingling; it's so yummy
tittle-tattle wobble wall
give that thingling; make it fall
promise!!! I will never do tell
making it vanish in my bell
tittle-tattle wobble wall
why not make the thingling fall
give it or I will call my mommy
will poo on you; my little Tommy
Categories:
tittle tattle, child, childhood, children,
Form:
Rhyme
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
Categories:
tittle tattle, funny
Form:
Limerick
Cats-dogs fight - is a common sight,
Each thinks: fighting is their birthright;
As though each exhibits their might,
Or trust in the code: might is right;
Fight is canine story...
Dogs don't harm cats, in real fact,
They throw a sound that seems half-cracked;
Cats maintain their harsh hiss, intact,
In fact, both seem to seal a pact;
Canines have their glory...
Predator dogs feel merriment,
Fleshy cats, to experiment;
Dogs stare, for cats, is worriment,
In them, is hidden, dark cerement;
Doesn't it seem gory...?
Who is great, truly, who is small?
In the house, where they, often, loll;
This query when grows very tall,
The killer instinct, in them, crawl;
This story is hoary...
When it is not tittle-tattle,
When it comes to real battle;
When both, in annoyance, rattle;
Both turn stronger than tough cattle;
Story turns vainglory...
23 March 2022
Categories:
tittle tattle, animal, nature,
Form:
Tail-rhyme
Lush green; thin leaves; tiny veins; almost stem-less; soft;
These concepts creep into when I think of grass, oft;
Seldom do I think of what's with or in the grass,
I sit, lay, sleep, walk over them, and gently pass...!
Have I ever reflected on the grass notion,
As a divinely given natural potion...?
Protein and carbohydrates full in the grass lead,
The animal kingdom, on them, to gladly feed;
Calcium, phosphorus, magnesium, sulfur,
Selenium, iodine, cobalt, and copper;
Treasures, as they lay within the womb of the earth,
Within and around the grass kingdom, have no dearth…!
Storing water, air; cleansing mise-en-scène;
Breeze, within and around the grass kingdom, flows free;
Entwined with lace-like monocots and fibrous roots,
Spike, panicle, thus goes floral rhythm in all shoots;
The grass fruits nourish the taste buds of animals,
Isn't this why, betwixt them, there's a tittle-tattle...?
Armyworms and fiery skipper butterflies hide,
Ants, mosquitoes, fleas, and snails abide side by side;
Even human beings gain power and vigor,
As cooking herbs or medicine, strength does trigger;
What creature hiding within it for its solace,
Is denied of its shade and sustenance flawless…???
21 March 2023
In the Grass Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables
Categories:
tittle tattle, environment, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Brutus, my slavering Rottweiler, growls
He knows he's tougher than pooches with tails
The long pointed studs on his black leather collar
Are matched by his canines which make poodles holler
The drooling saliva that trails from his jaws
As he lumbers about on his four massive paws
Is soaking the ground and his talon like claws
Encouraging folk to keep children indoors
Devil Dog, Satan’s mutt, hellhound and more
All labels my beast has been nick-named before
I feed him on red meat and shin bones of cattle
It’s said he eats tigers but that’s tittle tattle
The park is all ours because other folk run
But wait, there’s a kitten, now this could be fun
Brutus will rip him apart for a lark
And splatter its blood and guts over the park
Hey, kitty kitty, come over to me
Play with my dog, what good friends you could be
But kitten was clever, too clever for me
He hissed and now Brutus is stuck up a tree
Categories:
tittle tattle, animal, dog, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
The leaves are slightly ripening
Signaling that fall is slowly approaching
Summer is still burning hot
and mutiny is fading on the rock
I quickly quell the silent fire
with something that is solid sound and proper
I have been quiet for many days
listening to what the Gods have to say
They have given me a prefect answer
so stay out of my blooming way
and stop spreading propaganda
Your negative prediction will never transpire
I couldn't bear to listen to the tittle-tattle
I was musing all over and rose from my prosperous chair
with a solemn message to find the trouble maker
and retrieve the destructive hammer
Here I am in Ellanor's park feeling energetic and strong
holding the powerful universe in my hands
I am surrounded by strong healthy green trees
Listening to the drowning sound of the crickets singing in the breeze
The foul mouth giant has tried to root me up
But I am cemented a thousand feet into the ground
My foundation is laid on a steady rock
and I am ready for the building block
hypocrites line the street listening to my heart beat
Hypocrites sits at my table wondering if I am able
I have been on the road since twelve years old
Keeping my eyes on the big brown door
And I have worked relentlessly for the people around me
defending and doing what I believe is right
and standing up strong to the bull fight
I did not inherit a house of pearls
I have to be a strong example for the rest of girls
We are living in a global instability
and this is no time to start a public mutiny
Everything looks green around me
and I am going on the road again
I will be in it for the long haul
Because I have to answer to the masters call
My mind is set and my spirit is strong
Let us all move along and conquer together.
Categories:
tittle tattle, blessing, deep, england, god,
Form:
Free verse
Does this divine deliverance delve deep
beneath shackled truths. Hidden behind words
was honesty, expensive deceit so cheap
like an orchid amongst dandelion herds.
Arrogance betrayed behind tears you weep,
snuffed sensibility beguilingly girds.
Friendship accords toasted with tainted drink,
forced to drown in soliloquies ink.
Captured the wisps of fuelled ego retorts,
derisory spouting’s like hammer falls
smelting meaning so it twists and distorts,
locked in the prison of abusive calls
while tittle-tattle tales bolster support,
like temporary struts to stop falling walls,
but cracks are many, so inside we can view
the putrid poison, reality of you.
Categories:
tittle tattle, lost love, sad,
Form:
Ottava rima
The battle of wits who’s quickest to the target
The Referendum becomes our battling ground,
To silence the tongues that vanity took apart.
Saying little or nothing and have no command.
By force of nerves all generals pitted and plotted
Referendum vote drummed out the matted voices,
Tweets on either side of the house in cyber-chatted,
Europe left with misfits and the approving choices.
The referendum matter leads our nation into battle
Conquering minds gallop in haste to beat off time,
Waiting around for baited fines of further tittle-tattle,
Make allowance for doubting putting firms far behind.
Bows in the left hand; poison arrows fight in the right,
A momentum pursuing no safer place but heaven,
Parliament eyes have it, smart sorties smitten by night,
Watch the big nations squabble for refuge mitigation.
Then Europe and the people that’s in it can dream,
But every nightmare release the creepy dark shadows,
Frighten fools, using outdated tools for a referendum,
Keeping our identity to chase after the distant rainbows.
Could the appeasing bung taken worth smarter living?
Begin to outrun the distances of our silent conscience
Before looking back over on our humble beginning
With Protestants breathing the ambiance of silence.
Categories:
tittle tattle, anxiety, celebration, change, community,
Form:
Free verse
River flows like silver thread,
reflecting the dawn sky red.
Trees on the banks, sway and yield,
Their leaves rustling in the field.
As mist lifts, the river glows.
A new river no one knows,
flows onward, both day and night,
ever present, such delight.
Hear its gurgle, its babble
Learn from its tittle-tattle.
For the river knows its way
to stay on track, never stray.
At sunset, river turns gold,
its flow, a sight to behold
Its riches gleam all aglow,
Meandering to and fro.
Categories:
tittle tattle, river,
Form:
Jueju