Best Yammering Poems
I am frustrated and annoyed by his ticking,
or perhaps it should be labeled the 'tocking'
By the never-ending tongue wagging clicking
in the language better known as 'clocking'
Must Grandfather Time command my life?
He so rudely continues without a thought
that his hammer yammering rhythm of strife
mocks the beating pulse of my human heart
What a wonderful fantasy my life would be
if for one day I'd not hear his unrelenting beat
I'd be stress free if time would stand still for me
for without his gonging life would be so sweet
In solace of night, I seek sleep and close my eyes
in need of escape and retreat from earthly chore
but I cannot find a moment of tranquil paradise
for his insistent knelling peals out once more
Each quarter hour his mallet chimes out to me
but his clappers sing off key in monotonous song
Not a lyrical lullaby, but a torturous rhapsody
whose tireless verses antagonize me far too long
I'm tenacious to put an end to his wagging tongue
and shackle the swinging motion of his pendulum
Each hour of the day and night would go by unsung
Being silenced is the price paid by the meddlesome
Christmas eaves’ drop - red and green leaves of pre-December.
The snow-white clouds, the beard of Santa Claus’ pre-remember.
The elves are surely hammering
whilst Mrs. Claus is yammering.
The yawning of maples and oaks ‘fore their pre-sugar-plum dream.
Boughs with wrappings held high in the pre-burr of holiday theme.
The silver bells are jingling
whilst Mrs. Claus is mingling.
The squirrels gathering chestnuts - heading for the pre-open fire.
This is the time of cheer when old white men are on pre-hire.
Elves in the North Pole, serious
whilst Mrs. Claus is merrily delirious.
Milk, cookies, hot chocolate - cupped, shaped, pre-bakes.
The crisp, grim, lake of late Autumn leaves, Daddy rakes.
From bed, whoops an early “ho-ho-ho!”
whilst Mrs. Claus helps Santa glow.
11/4/2022
Abundant apples
Bountiful berries
Cool Cucumbers
Dainty dandelions
Energetic egrets
Fragrant flowers
Gratifying greens
Harvested hay
Infinite iguanas
Jumping juniper
Kicking kernels
Lovely lavender
Marvelous maples
Never-ending Nectarines
Opulent opals
Patient penguins
Quaint quail
Rambunctious Ravens
Sanctimonious Swallows
Tenacious Turtles
Unique Unicorns
Voracious Vermin
Wacky Walruses
Xenobiotic Xylem
Yammering Yak
Zippy Zebra
Toddlers yammering
Grinding wild berries
Misty hopes dwindle
As the rays gray over
Another gaze through the dark
As stars dance round the moon
Boiling degrees melting the night
I wake up to life’s norm
Another day, counted blessing
Dourer than yesterday
Optimistic the Red Cross drives by
Or more graves we shall dig
Whom do I query?
Whom do I turn my vex to?
Who has the reservations?
I believe the milk is not spilled yet
Cheers will still wheel around
Crying tears of deliverance
Strike the souvenirs
Haste to the cries
Behold you save a life
Patriotic to your belief
Don’t let hunger drown us
Tomorrow eager my ministry
Dust will shoe your boot
As you hustle and bustle
Loads will enervate your back
But the medallion is worth
From heaven open doors
Your shack shall brim over.
Abecedarian poems are also known as alphabetical sequential writings.
Being deviously different and difficult to
Compile, compose and complete. Consequentially combining
Determination and deviant, driven poets devote determined time, and
Exercise extreme etymological enthusiasm
For forging a fitting composition that
Guarantees generous grades, and gracious responses.
Hardly a task for hapless or haphazard hit-and-miss
Inexperienced, indolent authors with illusory intent to
Justify or judge poetry. Justification requires a jury of
Knowledgeable critics, possessed of a knack for keeping
Lyricism and logical, laudable linguistic language in line!
Many Poets, maintain a masterful grasp of their manuscripts.
Narrative is not so noticeable in novices, nondescript, nor
Obscure, opinionated obdurate writers, and
Poor penmanship, periodically proves this point!
Questionable quills quite often quake at
Recording random rational and rhetorical rhymes.
Skill sidesteps them: sends some to settle for success on some other site.
Taking time to tackle and test their knowledge may
Unknowingly, undertake an unrewarding undertaking for
Views vary - very violently and vociferously at times,
When writers, with witticism, warmth and wisdom, waffle to
X rated Xanthippes or
Yield to the yells and yammering of yahoos, yokels and
Zealous zealots! Zesty writing of an alliterative ABeCedarian is zany!
Rhymer. November 16th, 2016.
Personal poignant passages pure
Odes, oddities, and opinions to opine
Essence of everyday evolution evokes
Truth and tales trumpeted to transcend
Repetition, rhyme; recollections revealed
Yammering and yearning till yarns are yielded
We Create…
In the strangling season
There are too many flowers to count.
My loves fall like petals against my ears.
All this undeserved yammering.
Showers of grace.
And here I kick empty buckets
Remembering what never was.
Age wears you like a coat.
It’s always heavier than you think.
So start moving. Be unbridled.
There is nothing around your neck.
It’s so quiet now,
no more noise coming from upstairs
All of the background sounds
have faded into the mist
Radio silent dawn ... each morning —
once rambling chatter now only dead air
Audio spikes of serene quietude,
no more voices that are rude yammering late
Turn the open sign,
shut the entrance gate
and pull down the shade
Switch on the black mood UV light and drift away
Don’t know how long it’s been since the accident,
can’t remember, but that is good
Memory flashes like a receding pulsar star,
faint blips on a radar screen
It’s so very quiet now,
such peaceful quiet time
Head now filled with relaxing cosmic void,
listening to the music of the spheres —
minus-zero vibration decibels
The brain waves are so calm everyday,
life is like a tranquil, pastoral haze
Faces rotate around and move about
It’s as if they’re saying: let them out,
or let who out?
Either way, their pantomime voices trail off ...
float into space ...
It’s the oddest thing, never knowing what day is today
It’s gotten really quiet now,
even for ears that stay plugged
with mild catatonic gauze
It’s always quiet hours for me,
so peaceful and serene
I only hear any noise,
when I go to sleep
and dream restless dreams ...
distant dreams that silver project
silhouette images of a lost life before
Baby born off of the bay
Inspiration is into the imagination
Right there ranting like red rovers
Tyrants topple from their towers
He hustles to have his hands hammering homes
Day when daisies drown in detergent; disgusting
And anyone able to achieve amazing accomplishments,
Yields the yellow yaks yammering about the yams.
Happy Birthday!
Rhythmic tapping outside my window
Bring E. A. Poe’s reflections to my mind,
Hammering an aggravating intrusion
The cause of which I must quickly find.
A red-headed woodpecker hammering
Oblivious to his naturally irksome task,
Worse than my turkey hens yammering
Hardly as deadly as the red death mask.
Poe found his intrusive raven engaging
Subject of one of his memorable poems,
The woodpecker brings no inspiration
A muse of no pleasant verses or hymns,
The reason for my current consternation
It brings out my fiercest exasperation.
Written June 19, 2022
An abecedarian Australian animal activist
Bagged bodacious big bucks
Caustically criticizing crocodiles,
Driving darling dragons
Essentially extinct. Eschewing
Fact, fabricating fanciful fiction,
Grifting gloriously,
He haughtily held hostage
Important, instructive information,
Juxtaposed jaundiced, junk
Kangaroo kills,
Leveling large lizard libel,
Manufacturing marsupial misinformation malevolently.
On other ominous occasions,
Preferring pernicious propaganda,
Quickly, querulously, quashed
Real, rational reports, rather,
Substituted several substantially
Tarnished technical travesties,
Undermining unified understanding.
Very vociferously, viciously
Wrote works without warrant,
Xenophobic xenotypic
yarns, yammering yellow-bellied yawps,
Zombie-like, zealously.
When two or more Yang Dominants
are in the same room,
noticing each other,
it may be time to leave that room.
We have issues curtailing our co-arising competition
to reveal who can win
our CoElational Wealth Game.
All Yang-voices inside
and outside
clamoring EgoSapiens
hungry for EcoRights
optimizing Elational AnthroLight,
a smile of Namaste recognition,
we know each other from inside
compassion now,
yet only unusually from outside
pleasure rooted here.
Then we go back to our CoInhaled Win/Lose
dark and disempowering
political
and economic game of life,
but this despite I-Thou moments,
unsustained iconic monuments
within cooperative co-arising
sacred grace remembering.
Even so,
more and more of us are slowing our competition
for Ego's well-intended
but perhaps not always full-health and therapy
hunger for love is joy,
mind passion is body pleasure
synergy,
integrity;
slow enough toward MidWay Tipping Point Non(0)
1 Whole Root Systemic embrace
Other's loving eco-lights and brights
and hugs and smiles,
knowing them for our own,
bipartisan together.
Winning together
Yang/Yin bicamerally balancing
Internal ego recentering
away from a bit too competitively dominant
over
External EcoPolitical Wokeness,
Yin's full CoRelational ElationFlow
DoubleBinding Balance
RightBrain conserving feelings
for/within/of/without Yintegrity
Left as Yang verbal dominance,
listening in Yang's languaged yammering AnthroUniverse
to breathe out sacred Yintegrity's
in-out-ductive Prime CoElational Time
in TaoHarmonic two-faced fractal-octave +Yang/(-,-)Yin
WinWin co-reiterative
dialectical compassioned pleasure paradigms
Crown and Rooted
Anthro/Earth
Mind/Body
bicameral Tree of LiveBranches v. eviLRoots
as Win cannot be LoseLose 0sum equity
as +1/(-,-)0 Bicameral
ConvexYang/ConcaveYinFormating CoElation
AnthroMind/EarthEmbodied
Enlightened/Empowering
Sacred Unitarian/Secular Earth-Universal
CoPassion/Pleasure.
When YangEgo and YinEco CoElationals share a room,
ecopolitical outcomes
are passionately pleasant heaven.
souls sucker to make you beep,
dragged away from counting sheep,
shut up brain no not a peep,
the shadow talkers are sleeping,
voices coming greeting,
an imbecile retreating,
bugged brain is in denial,
ole solitude do smile,
the walls hold shades a weeping,
bugging out this bandy chile,
retreating from the meeting,
awhile...
why not use schitzo voices for profit???
Don
..re: " Soul Sucker"
Debbie Duncan
that psychic i no has many voices yammering, was heavily into shooting up, and selects who she listens to...
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Yggdrasil
younglings
yobbishly
yohimbine
yammering yardsticks
year-round
yuppifying
yuppifies
yokefellow
yarborough
yellowtail Ypsilanti
yearningly
yellowback
yarmulkas
Yevtushenko
Yellowstone yachtswoman
yellowfin
yellowing
yearlings
yodellers
yearnings
yachtsmen yesterdays
yearbooks
yachtsman
youngberry
yarramans
yellowhead
yeastiest yardstick
yieldingly
youngling
yogyakarta
yoghourts
Yugoslavia yodelling
Youngstown
yarmulkes
yataghans
yawningly
yellowish
youthfully cowardly
yellowness
youngsters
yeastlike
youngness
Yiddish
yardmaster
yuppiedom youngster
Yaroslavl
Yellowknife
yellowcake
Yugoslavian
yuppified
Yorkshire
yellowest
yattering
yellowlegs
yesterdays
yeastiness
ytterbium
yesteryear
yardbirds
YouTubing
yellowwood
yellow-belly
Yucatan
yourselves
yabbering
Y words?
8/11/20
written word by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©
Daze and days of penmanship
Potent perhaps a touch of sun
Shipshape warming of outlet ink
Ishmael invites a tale; I say: “stowaway”
Stop all blubbering; just get yammering
Yo ho soupmates, we must steer the ship
Stir golden pot of disbelief and brass tacks
Torrential corkscrew pasta, perhaps?
Pish posh of the alphabet riding the waves
Wending its way, each letter to the crew
Conspirators of sonnets, limericks and dust
Dangerous alliteration, elevation and descent
Decidedly dizain, free verse or blank; thats it?!