Now they’ve done it, this is real,
Trying hard my job to steal,
Why they’d want it no-one knows,
This frenzied pack of feeding crows.
Impeach for this, Impeach for that,
A sirens’ song that just falls flat,
They little know I planned the lot,
Goading Biden to this spot.
I may be brazen but I’m not dumb,
To simple traps I don’t succumb,
A life of deals, of double talk,
I choose the prey I want to stalk.
Let them rejoice, exchange high fives,
Parade on air flaunting their knives,
While all the time I’m hard at work,
Piling dirt on that servile clerk.
Six feet deep or even more
Is how I’ll settle this one score,
And then who’s left – two commie fools,
The one just blabbers, the other drools.
So bring it on, I wait with glee,
For all the world this show to see,
Four more years with me on top,
All their efforts one huge flop.
Categories:
blabbers, allegory, conflict, humor, parody,
Form: Rhyme
How much do they know
Who are the blabbers
Who are the rat finks
It is my sister
Could bro be that low?
Is a rumor
A blatant lie
Fabrication
I start to yell
People laugh
Relatives
At outburst
Sheepish
I look
Downward
Sad
Categories:
blabbers, environment,
Form: Diminished Hexaverse
Don't lay the plucked flowers on my grave
for,I am not at all alive to crave
I don't want my name to be engraved
for,it had long since been waived
Stack the colorful flower pots on all corners
Sow some grass seeds round the borders
Also plant the flowering green creepers
Let them adorn the place as decors
May the flowers smile throughout the years
and let timbre of smiling flowers reach the ears
of the dancing butterflies and let them appear
and gracefully dance with full of cheers
On the center of the grave, fix a big bird feeder,
may it enthrall the blabbers and baya weavers
Also dig a small pond that is about ten meter
and fill in the pond with crystal clear water
Let it be used as the ultimate thirst quencher,
quenching innocents thirst and there's nothing better.
No need of tombstone and epitaph to honor
My grave shouldn't be a place of horror
Listening to the nature's songs at my place
my soul will ever rest in peace
Categories:
blabbers, grave,
Form: Free verse
Like the blessings from the heaven,
The magical sun rays wake me up
Beautiful Buds bathed in the dew,
attain the inner strength to bloom
Evergreen trees waggle the branches
Happy plants smile in colorful flowers
Asian koel sings a rhythmic song
Robins,Mynas & blabbers join him.
Thus the divine dawn chorus begins,
to praise the Lord for the great day
Categories:
blabbers, beautiful, morning, sun,
Form: Free verse
Flame trees flicker on way into town
but nothing kindles their flames to excite
the sleepy town set in its dampened, dank frown.
All the folks lie barricaded behind trenches
of never to be forgotten fights and campaigns
about, noise, litter, dogs and fences.
'Smile and wave' the response to encounters.
Gossip and tattle-tail endless behind closed doors,
for everyone knows everything, and about everyone blabbers.
Nothing changes, nothing excites, change on timeout.
The town heart's pace is fixed on 'set in ones ways'.
Everything in its place, nothing to catch fire, the pilot snuffed out.
The flame trees bloom anew each spring
blinding weary drivers entering the town,
sparing them the sight of sameness, staleness, tedium within.
Categories:
blabbers, song, travel,
Form: Rhyme
Advertising has us in it's wrappers
here's the bad stuff ~ here the clappers,
it seems the product needs the jabbers
like a potato chip ~ the grabber!
but for the quaintness of the blabbers
I could not focus ~ or react thus
now here's a cute phrase ~ DIPPLE DABBERS
they're not like "p r i n g l e s" ~
They're just "ADAPTERS"!
Note ~ Hi Mark Pringle (our poetic benefactor) Had to say something that could
separate the wimps from the "snappers!"
Categories:
blabbers, character, , cute,
Form: Monorhyme
For, ages past, I finally peeled out my illusory shell,
Roaming about naked on the surface, where my mind was covered with cloth made of rust,
Thus, regurgitate all my words swallowed, spit it back at me, for, it's rusty dust,
Use your shovel to dig off my steps, as my theories have finally fell.
The night stars abound, reminds me of glittery gold, strive to vain
A hearten statue sitting all day long on the city centre, lift the mess caused to rare fame,
O! Material like moss, I gathered the same,
Homage to no image, but their seeds I struggled to feign.
Coldly, boldly, I sent acquaintance running farther from my adventure,
For, my new tongue blabbers of no race's language,
Will I adapt to this life?, as I console my tears of unknown future,
Will the past vapourized? Never to surface in my newly age.
This I ponder, as I wander like Crusoe in an empty field,
Sorry to my past, because it what life yield.
Categories:
blabbers, adventure
Form: Sonnet