She's clutching her necklace,
As if the pendant were made from her mother's hand.
She's scratching her own neck,
As if no one had noticed her trembling glance.
She makes her way through the crowd,
Dancing her feet upon the ground,
Her shallow breath's set trails of dominos,
Falling into the rhythm of the dripping sound.
She hates crowded places,
But not as much as the paces inside her head.
She hates people blabbering,
But not as much as the echoing void screeching till she's mad.
She's a natural communicator,
People find love within her.
She's a gifted liar,
People find her a wonder.
But she's a greedy eater, a soul-sucker,
Nothing more than a mental terrorist,
Disguised as the lovely florist,
Guarding away the stinking putrid.
She seeks power through the reflection of strangers' glimpses,
While tearing herself from her own flesh.
She did this to herself.
She says she's running out of time,
Neglecting the child sobbing,
The apple's still fresh.
She did this to herself.
Gone to far now
gotta look ahead
like what I'm hearing
like what you said
it's concerning too
maybe thats to far a head
Ijust remember
She said
"Did I bring that up
why you telling me this
fix it yourself
I have no time for this"
" I think you just made that up
tryna be real cute
you are the joke
in this dispute"
From Dirty Joke Monday
a Movie about a Comedy
No matter what it is
it's a comedy to someone
things unexplained
People playing games
No matter what it is
She laughed at me
said I was a clown
One who'll wear a frown
cause she would no
where else around
She laughed at me
Gave double meaning to everything
Made me feel like a King
Just to make a clown of me
Send in the Clowns
make me smile for a while
send in the clown
make me smile a while
She laughed at me
to deperate her facts from fiction
made a joke of me
in every depiction
It's always me
what's going on
God does not hide among the stars
Somewhere in forest’s dense foliage,
In the depths of distant seas
Or creeds of mystical faith traditions,
God is not confined to the minds of gurus
In the sacred blabbering of preachers
Even the beauty of nature’s cycles,
Or somewhere undisclosed to humanity.
God is not hiding, at all, my dear friend,
In all these things making him/herself evident
In all things disclosing the divine mind
In all things making clear the right paths.
God is not hiding, at all, my dear friend,
But resides there in your heart and mind
Revealing his/her will in omnipresence,
And, if you seek God, you will find God.
SEVENTH PLACE WINNER
Written August 22, 2022
Submitted to "Where Is God" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
Looking into a crystal clear river, itching to bathe my feet
Water’s look shallow, I’m buried in thought gone obsolete
The trickling liquid beckons me over, promising of a cure
My reality is a long time stolen, faltering into life obscure
Torn between instinct and choice, ambivalence devouring
I make a compromise to dip one toe, not too overpowering
Testing water proves difficult, distracted by gaps and voids
Cursing and blabbering alone, answering myself annoyed
Anticipation is conflagration, expectation being unknown
Dementia doesn’t have a reservation, comes with life alone
One thing leads to another, I’ve wandered out of their cage
This river’s measured now, my toe the approximate gauge
Looking again find I’m knee deep, as memory starts to fade
Pushing out further still, forgotten is the compromise made
Keep wading outward, I have no comprehension of bounds
River is unable to claim me, my mind was long ago drowned
Your Favorite Rhyme Poem in August 2021 Poetry Contest
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10/08/2021
You can't let yourselves be judged by what others have to say
You have been gifted with another brilliantly optimistic day.
You know there is still a chance for improvement
Your resolute stand can never be bent
As far as you know your conscience is right
World can't point a finger at you in its hindsight.
You should not yearn for 'that someone' to grant you a second chance
Remember if your purpose was not immoral,over your head angels will still dance
Don't allow the blatant blabbering band of bumbling baboons to break you
In every adverse situation bring out something exuberantly new
Take the time to fill your cup
Witnessing life in all its beauty can certainly be tough
But trust me it's far from bluff
Find delight in the fight and shrug off the blight making your burdens light
Appreciate your essence. Don't mix with every blend.
Don't allow the trials and tribulations to shatter you.
Pick your battles and your willpower will carry you through.
If you run your own race,
I guarantee you-
You will leave behind an indelible trace!!
Friggity friggity!
MacRaith and O’ Tuama:
poets incessant and
blabbering bores.
Publican served insults –
flibbertigibbeting.
Rhetoric ingrained dull;
flyting supreme!
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The limerick is an English comedic five-line poem. The form could be found in England as far back as the early part of the 18th-century. It is thought to be derived from the Maigue Poets of Croom, County Limerick (depicted here). When the two erstwhile friends, Sean O’ Tuama and Andrias MacRaith, had a falling out they started trading insults (in rhyme format), ie flyting.
LEXICON
flibbertigibbeting: frivolous, flighty, or excessively talk.
Flyting or fliting is a contest consisting of the exchange of insults between two parties, often conducted in verse.
A poem dedicated to the veterans on this memorial day.
MEMORIAL DAY HEROES
America's freedom memorial,
tribute to the general
and the host of saviours,
who by passion for a nation devours
and through bravery stood tall,
answering the flags Clarion call,
they served us oft and well
summoned as a knell
echoed by their nation's foe
into battles they did go,
no one will ever know
where their destination ends
though they made their beds
with the sands of time
but their souls cost far more than a dime.
In our memories let these heroes linger on
as a blast of a blabbering machine gun.
So, like a springtime song,
their legacy will forever stand strong.
VickWizzy.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © May 25th, 2020.
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Who’s that cow standing in the way
Moo-ove, Moo-ove
No, that’s a donkey,listen how he brays
Hee-haw, Hee-haw
I’m not the kinda person to be hurtling insults
"But that's a crazy monkey with a blabbering mouth"
Who’s that dog with the toothpaste grin
Bow-Wow, Bow-Wow
He gobbled up the chow and is starving to sin
Gro-owl, howl, howl
Some creatures greedy, they'll suck your bones 'till it's dry
Just living in the Jungle is a fight to survive
Who’s that bird dancing in the streets
tweet - tweet, tweet –tweet
Someone stole our dinner leaving nothing to eat
Gro-oan, Mo-oan
If you slip, you'll slide, go straight down the hole
Life is just creation in a different world
Who's that CLOWN distracting everyone
Hell-Low Hell-Low
He's sniffing cocaine by the beach in the sun
High High, Bye Bye
Some are born to shine that's what they say
Only money really matters at the end of the day, Can you pay...
Oh; garrulous I’m
Merely can talk
Blabbering by fleshy tongue
But fully deaf I’m
Can’t hear
The sacred; silent praying of flora
Verbose dose I’m
Of love nothing I know
Only can shout and spread ink
- Love YOU o' GOD
But not loyal as SATAN in love!
(who performs all
those devilish works in such loving way,
for which he was created)
I’m, not I’m
in my true way
for which path I was created
Temple, mosque, pagoda, church
Oh; my tears for fearing HIM
as like as vanity coiffure
Momentary dew glittering of rising sun
Roaming, and roaming from this to that
Showing loyalty in vain veins
Like an ant or most little creature than it
I know nothing of my true lane
-December 27, 2018 Chattogram
In solitude he is thinking of them all
Children rather go to shopping mall.
Babies they were blabbering
Or became sick and were crying.
How hard it was to nurture them
Now it's not the love garden?
Outside cold wind is biting his skin
Worse, his pain is biting within.
"Why, Why have they left me alone?"
He wished they were never born.
His heart growing pale like the moon
Yearns to speak to someone soon.
He's so down and grown so weak
They are so unkind, whom to seek.
Trees stand like silhouettes up the sky
And only his faithfull dog sits beside.
Passers-by just turn to see him
Like bright stars above are peaking.
"Are we not all born to die?"
"Why does loneliness make us cry?"
He sits still thinking why he's alive
All his friends gone, he survives.
At last, his heart offers a prayer
He wishes his wife were together.
At last I wonder... who decides?
And who on earth can be responsible for what it is
And what it was
And how it must be!
There was a time when everything was okay
Or it seemed, maybe!
We used to sleep the night
And live the day
We are just blabbering
Polarized to this or that faction
We know and see
Without taking any reaction
Why should I accept the fact that YOU decide?
As if I were dumb or dead
I'm able to do what must be done
Without blood, without gun
My silent scream will break your walls
If you know what it means….
This innocent face will show his anger
Hold on, I'm on my way to explode!
~~~~
Blackmatta
16/2/2016
Life's taken on a whole new meaning
At this late stage on my trek
If I never ever see another tomorrow
It's complete as it'll ever get
Much happier now than I've ever been
There's joy in my heart everyday
The world could end but my life's complete
There isn't much more I can say
A most fortunate soul if there ever was one
Don't know if I deserve this much joy
Not going to fight it, going with the flow
Happy as a kid with a new toy
This may sound a trifle over the top
I'll admit I'm blabbering on
But happiness has taken over my soul
Each day from the break of dawn
A happy camper am I
© Jack Ellison 2013
Writing Motivation
When my blood runs cold
From head to toe
Petty issues make me loose it
Somethings wrong, gotta let go
When my mind starts blabbering
I want it to shut up
Tells me to write as it says
Sometimes the result seem messed up
As my fingers move and the pen swirls
My thoughts on ink go on paper
My blood heats up and nerves settle
Environment in my mind is safer
When I look down thirty minutes,
Or three pages later
My mind tells me I'm not alone
This moment of contentment, SAVOR
Make a good thing
Out of crazy thoughts
The chance someone might read and connect
It's the plot.
So shut up
while I carve out your heart
with this spoon in my hand
'cause now you're mine;
so get over yourself
You priceless prostituted attention seeker
I'll give you want you want
So shut up
Everyone will know you
from the News tomorrow
as the kid with some dreams to follow
who got brutally murdered down
This is what you wanted
So shut up
Let me see those red lips of yours
against the wall
No worries; I'll leave you
after I'm done
laying in a pool of blood all swollen
I gave you what you wanted
So shut the f*ck up
It was your own fault
from the beginning
you just couldn't stop
your ugly red mouth
from blabbering non-stop
All you had to do
was to just shut up
Now I've made you.
You have now shut up.
I crawled out of night like a cocoon
Feeling the sun on a crinkled skin
Waiting to grow wings
And tour the heavens soon
And suddenly when I thought
The night is history now
There was this shadow, this presence
Blocking the sun like a form of bigger wings
I had to flinch
That is, I crawled back into myself
So that had some distance away from it
I needed distance not only to protect me
But to give adavantage to vision
For we cannot see thinggs when they are right up in our face
Causing us to blink
I saw it then, the shadow
Suddenly becoming a bird, a huge predator
Even of other birds
And I shuddered and wondered why
Men should be born if only to live and die
What was the point of living
For we die even before we know what life is
Or the whole meaning of it
We live like a frenzy on a stage
A blabbering of the brain
And despite of all of that I wondered if the bird had a cage
While slobbered the poison over my skin
And waited in quieted rage
I have no intention of dying alone
Have lived my life in loneliness so much
Lord, let me die with you.
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