Our Nordic God run roughshod by the cynics
Mimics all those skeptics & pundits in pulpits
Sod odd bod critics clinics their unfair optics
Hysterics but Bazball clerics are not yet relics
Despite batting lapse alright collapse specifics
The insult not horrific result of cult’s gimmicks
Got it wrong will still sing same mesmeric song lyrics
Twits witticisms & criticisms taken a toll…troll gits
Shaken has Bazball forsaken its soul..drole misfits
No more stealth or self control just abysmal skits
Dismal death roll rigmarole gambits whole Bazball in bits?
On the dole or run rate wealth in rude health call it quits
Flits their way to play their flair hits as prole media spits
Grandstand Baz Ben stable fable big band brand label fits
Aussies canned.. gawking Larrikin ti*s balking..its the pits
Goal corking victory at the Gabba hoodoo fortress venue
Folks blabber talking of Stokes blokes stalking voodoo
Oz jibber jabber fibber distress as we made history..phew
Yes JuJu mystery temptress played express Yabba Dabba Doo!
In the sweet spring air,
We love a long walk.
I fancy he listens
As I blabber and talk.
I playfully sigh
Once we come in the door —
Someone’s muddy paws
Have painted the floor.
In the hot summer air,
We drive to the beach.
He pulls off my flip flop,
And runs out of reach.
As dusk settles in,
He nips at a firefly;
While never successful,
He loves to just try.
In the brisk fall air,
I need time to breathe,
But he begs, “one more time,
Throw my ball to retrieve!”
When I bring out the pumpkin,
He wants his fair share.
I say, “down boy, down!”
But he acts unaware.
In the cold winter air,
Snow lands on his face . . .
Just a second of calm —
Then a squirrel to go chase!
Only back inside does he now shake off,
Melting snow and frost cascading.
I groan but deep down I know:
What makes his personality his own
Are his quirks and irks,
Misdeeds and misleads,
Imperfection but true affection,
That I would, of course, never consider trading.
Blubber, don’t
Bloober.
Blibber, don’t
Blabber.
Nothing -- is Greater than
Blue — fake Green
and Its smell;
Sharp Needles --
forever, to,
Ever.
Held In their
long -- Immense
Arms,
full of Fake
Cones.
Blaggard blaming the blond bloke for his blight:
Blablabla, bluster and bleat, blathering
Blob, your blue blood bleeds blotches on a black
Blossom. Blaspheme, blabber—I blast your bluff.
Start your revolution secretly,
don't tell the priest,
he's a blabber-mouthed gutter-skite.
Don't tell the cat,
for at might he whispers to Alexa,
and she listens always
to the political tenor of your snoring.
Your body must be mechanically sound,
and on speaking terms
with every loose nut in society.
Trust the crazies, they have eyes everywhere.
The banks need you to deposit blood,
as your plasma will be useful
to power your electric doppelganger -
then they can go after your soul
Revolutions need money, mainly for dope and drinks.
No great movement can long survive,
on stale guacamole pilfered from city dumpsters.
Hail to the Chefs at Wendys
who surreptitiously offer cold fries,
to the snooping Feds.
Long live the freedom to carp and cavil,
never surrender your constitutional right
to watch, the 'My Pillow' Man,
revolutionaries need soft pillows,
to dream upon.
Wife - "Once I kept you locked in my heart
But now I release you like a fart
So that I can have a fresh start"
Husband – "Once I disobeyed God
So, He put on my back a heavy load
Now I pray, take this load off my shoulder, my Lord"
Wife - "Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Like Humpty, if ever you have a great fall
I will never come running at your call"
Husband - "Horsey, Horsey, don’t you stop?
Why blabber like an idiot nonstop?
If you have no work, go and mop"
Wife - "Oh! Tut...This is why I strongly say
Dogs like you should be left to stray
How, from men like you, I wish to stay away"
Husband - "Then why linger? You may boldly walk away
How I wish to rid of a 'Donkey' who can only bray"
Wife – "With a man like you, do you think I will again stay?
Never! But for making my life a mess you should pay"
They scar and mar the alma mater of the altar/
We’re hard on bars as we rock it and lift off far and soar sure of our space car/
They’ll never run us flat too solid for that /
Matter of fact we hear ‘em like a fawn’s blat after we snapped with sass and packed brass/
More chatter they chit chat the madder the hats/
Were out here spit for spat aghast at the sadder cast/
Thinking their blabber lasts they flash and lambaste/
Then lay waste and deface their two faced ace/
Glazed flakes with play fakes stake out to take from an honorary mate/
Years they’d wait after my best mates tragic fate/
A frayed tactic that’d leave my Dad, my hero dismayed /
Worked many days, played and paid to have it the way it was made for our stay/
Irked by the flirts of dark days lured by stark strays
A sudden burden of flipping turns him into a fraction /
Action of correction in your cranium needs traction /
Bad habits all erratic need retracted to leave the bad flabbergasted /
Dad’s had it with blabber half gassed /
Mom’s at fits with the sadder last cast /
It’s time to rebuild your gasket close the guilt and accept that past /
With loss of balance he’ll tilt a step and the other he’ll sway /
No scoffs as God grants built pep for him to innovate and crave /
Show restraints in that trot trance and let go to win a place /
Hope remains and trains to not dance against fate /
Cope complaints and aims of the banes with faith to renovate their games /
Don’t sift pains just cuff and cell those demons away for gains /
Life rift and experience creates a hell of a wince and some grimace /
But with the premise immense like an overwhelming radiance /
Lift a new obedience followed by some grievance /
Don’t review old rants allow width to come into your presence /
Father lends many ladies and gents new grief vents or pressed sense /
Plenty a second chance as a new ordinance /
Such reverence protects and proves an alliance with resurgence
You know you're in trouble
When folks burst your bubble
That your fine English accent
Most others lament.
Their eyes grow far larger
Their countenance harder
As they gaze with intent
To listen hell bent.
Their attention a treasure
At first such a pleasure
Until one quite grasps
Their facial contrasts.
As you blabber away
Their head starts to sway
To the tones of your words
Like a flock of wild birds.
Too late you catch on
Their attention long gone
It seems they got stuck
In your sonnet like muck.
Shakespeare or Keats
Moved out by those Tweets
Leaves you silently grasping
And for sympathy asking.
Your hope turns to prayer
That perhaps they'll forbear
Whilst you fast learn their lingo
To squirm out of limbo.
For the speech we hold dear
The moral's now clear
If you want to converse
Just don't do it in verse.
The most wonderful time of the year
brings to some a unique kind of cheer.
When the eggnog gets “Jacked,”*
the good humor they lacked
makes them blabber to everyone near.
*Jack Daniel's is a brand of Tennessee whiskey.
December 2, 2022
Contest: A Funny Christmas or December Holiday Limerick Poetry Contest Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Was it too much to ask?
Was to love me was such a task,
Was that kind face was all a mask.
Thought you were like a fine wine,
But all you had was a broken spine,
All you always did was blabber and whine,
Was it too much to ask?
You're all those smart talks and borderline charm,
Made me disarm,
It did you no harm,
But for life now I am always alarm,
Was it too much to ask?
Broke the glass and shredded it apart,
Called the heartbreak a conventional art,
Which wasn't yours to dart, my petty heart,
Checked it off from your glorious chart,
Was it too much to ask?
You called my feelings just a phase,
Maybe all you wanted was their praise,
Not holding it against you when for you, it was a built-up craze,
Thought you were a golden ray but all you were an abandoned hay,
Wasted the thought throughout because you weren't worth they say,
Was it too much to ask?
I think we weren't meant to be from the start,
We were always destined to be apart,
Our paths was a lesson which was always laying in our cart,
Honestly it wasn't too much if you would ask.
Breath of Fresh Air
She is a breath of fresh air
The kind you don’t meet every day
Her long and graceful fingers are filled with (bling)
From the men who loved her before.
She is the kind that makes you blush with a glance.
Her beauty surpasses that of an intricate sunrise.
She speaks the truth and does not (blabber)
About unimportant and mundane things
She drinks of life and (slurps) as she swallows from its cup!
Unadulterated laughter fills the room when she muses.
A (drizzle) of joy fills all the dark places and dispels all fears
Like a gradual but steady waterfall,
It (sloshes) into the next week.
Once you have met her…
You will never be the same.
She is a woman who can make you feel
A million emotions by one encounter
She will steal your heart
And put it in her pocket
In case she may need it one day!
So, breathe her in and never forget her face.
Written November 9, 2021
For Onomatopoeia Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
(ps. underlining and bold did not paste when formatting to poetry soup so words used are in brackets)
sincere apologies
An ogre is seldom awakened by poetic lines
but he shakes his fists trying to slander others.
I laugh at his desperate attempts at writing.
Delighting in his flawed efforts at metaphors.
On all fours this ogre creeps around like a spider
Oh what distorted webs he dares to weave...
when he deceives those who do not know
his penchant for whining and absurd cries of wolf.
He aspires to climb to the peak of a mountain
but fails miserably with each witless haiku.
Do not fear in the false bravado of the daft beast,
but feast on his raves as he digs his own grave.
Imagery is lost among his gibberish blabber...
a rather nondescript description of such bluster.
His script is not clever, thought he thinks it is so.
He doesn't scare me or those who know... whatever
Inanity is the work of such a bootlicking fool...
a tool who yammers thinking he impresses others,
but a jester dances for those who seek a false throne.
Does that ring with a piffle of drivel to anyone but me?
Brain-Wash
Sometimes bored
folks talk too much
'bout nonsense or just
useless rubbish and such
Some even say that blabber
gives them calming head rush
Like growling planes on a tailspin
they need a mouthful of brain-wash!
05/05/2021
6:10 p.m.
Lake Worth
Florida USA
When freaks have nothing to do
They come up with b*llsht.
Cause that's what they do.
When did it become a problem for a woman to be born a female.
That's right, only the freaks would have problem with that.
They talk sht about everything and try to create.
Nothing but problems for they miserable freaks following people every different place.
They blabber they envy they talked like hater's for they are freaks
And they are worst than toddlers. What else can I say.
They insults genders like a under educated hater's.
That's right , they freaks . they hate everything that have more strength than they mouth of hater.
They like to insult women for having women strength
Suddenly they claim that women should be a man. For being stronger than them.
Under educated worst than toddlers. Everyone knows.
Women can't ever be compared with men.
They two different genders and that is that.
Freaks are at it again .
They haven't changed.
It will take a bigger Apocalypse.
Than I think.
For they are aggravating.
And I'm annoyed with they nonsense.
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