The earth got suddenly bereft of all life,
With a morose dullness so palpable and rife.
A tint of greyness crept over heaven’s vault.
All movements came to a freezing halt.
The wall clock didn’t toll the midday hour.
The babies no more blabbered but did glower.
The hen didn’t cackle after laying the egg.
The earth for some benevolent mercy seemed to beg.
The birds on trees at noon didn’t twitter,
And the foliage of leaves didn’t flutter.
No music came out from the well strung fiddle.
The telephone sat silent on its cradle.
Nature seemed to have lost half its mirth.
A mournful silence overpowered the earth.
Suddenly shattering the ominous silence,
Gun shots were heard from a distance.
The siren screamed many times, long and loud,
Announcing curfew on unsuspecting ears wild.
Behind the façade of a deceptive calm,
No one suspected the threat of a fierce storm.
The dumb presages of Nature, who can read?
A language mysterious, that only augurs heard.
What horrors in cosmic layers are concealed!
Through augur’s lens, future incidents are revealed.
That night, the sky was pulchritudinous just like you,
The moon,the stars and I were gossiping about you.
The moon blabbered how beautiful stars he has with him,
Shining like diamonds.
I,then, bragged a little about you,
Teasing the moon saying," I also have a star like you".
He didn't believe me until I showed him your smile,
Which was mesmerizing and divine.
The moon grinned,
As he saw my cheeks getting redden.
I smiled back and said," isn't my star radiant and bright?"
The moon giggled and replied,
"Yes, he truly is a beautiful sight".
A little bird blabbered between ballads and beautiful bass notes:
" Before the Corona Pandemic, animals were confined and humans went where they pleased; now we pretty much go anywhere, and humans are caged inside their houses."
Standing next to stupid,
pale tone idiocy
can’t even proximity spell
moral illiteracy
Ignorant feelings blinded by color;
stunted neural moles moving backwards
behind a non-lucid, Luddite veil
Vacuous thoughts unruly did
beta wave at the cloth
Amidst the mindless mob mentality,
moronic orations ran amok —
Inane utterances blabbered freely
Wiping their void secretions
upon the snot rag
of civil discourse devolution
Rebel ignorance is a kin
to grey matter dim
Blue-ray vision
of a depleted cerulean era:
Haughty sovereign time-share hastily closing
Those dull white cells
are persuasion immune to wisdom —
Aural epiphany fails
Slug osmosis, diffuse mannequin ideas move dummy slow
Porous understanding filters
Dark past emotions eclipsed by an unpaid debt tomorrow
Ancient bigotry has grown Babble Tower,
talking mule stooge stale
Fresh refugee scapegoat anger now
smart monkeyshine sells
Empty conscience quotient
is bosom bury downright low
Hateful imagination is
dunce concentration detestable
Standing too close to stupid
will severely
reduce one’s mental acuity
I should've let you go,
but I shouldn't
I could've shown you trust,
but I couldn't
I had a chance to explain,
but I didn't
I must have been in love,
but it was nothing.
Then you took a nap
there by my side,
And you dreamt of places
We couldn't hide,
I looked like a coward
in disguise
blinded, fooled and
jeopardized.
I couldn't exaggerate
further,
When the real word
Starts to utter,
You blabbered things
I couldn't imagine
left me hanging, anxious
and broken.
Enough of this dreams
to be dreamt,
forget the promises
we meant
All I knew is we we walked,
ran and slept,
and I guess our love's
not fated to be kept.
Act 1
Lights dim, a pregnant pause for silence to bedim.
A nod, then curtain rises, lights and eyes pries
Scene 1 to open with actors all set in pose enfrozen.
Called to action by director's wink, blink, nod of head.
Act 2
The play pans out as script reels unwind
Cued and checked by prompter nodding in the wings
Lest lines in memory slip and free fall
To crash in ad-libbed blabbered blusters.
Act 3
With a nod, last scene folds and curtain falls.
All actors scurry and clamber back on stage
For curtain call or calls, until claps subside satisfied.
One last nod calls it over, and actors slink off stage to wings
You see, an exchange of young hearts
Calls for flaunt and display
After a long wait, finally
It was Valentines Day
Painted my lips a pretty pink
Curled my hair overnight
For young lads with hearts in their hands
I must have been a sight
He came to pick me at five sharp
With a solitary red rose
And an envelope, very pink
That's my color, he knows
He gently kissed my cheek as I
Opened the envelope
‘To my sweetheart’ the pink card said
I was high without dope
‘You are so beautiful’, so it
Sang out clear, loud and wide
I blushed deep red, he quickly said
I meant from the inside
A girl needs to hear she's pretty
Her eyes gems,her skin silk
Inner beauty save for later
I blabbered in deep sulk
Written on:07/22/2016
Contest:'Pink Domino' by Sara Kendrick
You say you love him
Causing him problems everyday
You say you love him
But love is not a word
It is an emotion used by all senses
It is a feelings felt by all emotions
It is the will to get hurt
For him
It is the kind of devotion
That can never be compared
It is…
It is…
But you don’t really know
You cause him problems
You bother him by your whines
You want everything
You expect everything
But you have nothing
You will be nothing
For you’re whining
And childish conditions
You will see no happiness
You will not live together
For great things
Give up small ones
For eternal joy
Give up silly mistakes
Stop it
Stop it
After he had talked to you
Got excited for everything
After you have blabbered for hours
Chatted for months
You let him down
You did let him down…
For he will never be yours!
These rustling humans, how they jabber!
With their smudged and crinkling ink dabber
I lie here resting while their investing
Their moments in this blabbered pestering
I've seen their pages scribbled in rages
Of inspiration by their sages
I hear the parchment, crisp and crackling,
Depicting marks pronounced in cackling
And wheezes of a breezes sighs
Read in secret by her eyes
Here in this secluded corner
This one was sent by a foreigner
The rounded man, all clad in fur,
Hears some code, it makes him stir
The thinner man sprouts in his chair
Which creeks beneath his squirming dare
The glamour creature, thin and frail,
Seems neutral about the true tale
I hear a fist pound on the table
Shouting that this could be a fable
"What if it's true?", the other asks
While in fascination he basks
They analyze it for a clue,
This letter, to learn if it's true
The chamber, while closed, is secret, airy
While echo's this secretary
The scribbled riddles held in hand
Are esteemed to be so grand
I might chew them if I could
For I bask in my puppy-hood
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