Blabbing Poems | Examples

Garrulous Gary

garrulous Gary never pauses for breath
his blabbing with prattling will cause his death
he will hear a murderer sneak
for all Gary does is speak, speak, speak, speak, speak

Shuffling Through

Inspired by the Onomatopoeia Contest (2024), sponsored by Emile Pinet.

Mid-day invaded my spirits with blah. 
I sauntered the path to the coffee shop
and heard my friends blabbing on endlessly,
astir with the recent barista flop.

I swallowed a mouthful of latte,
gagged and gargled with an unwanted flush
of caramel nut crème tickling my throat.
It made my gustatory senses gush.

After much gurgling, I gulped and groaned,
spilling the foamy froth with a loud plop.
My spirits sizzled and snapped 
with the luscious last loud drop.

Having quenched my fraudulent thirst 
I selfishly, yet successfully, bashed
the doleful doldrums that attended me.
I hiccupped along home and crashed.

Sweep

Hello and handshakes,
now old hat,
that brief hello,
wiggling through teeth.....

a stiff aura
still making breakfast,
news blabbing
from the old TV,

touching is only
on a big screen,
a carbon copy
of middle aged parents,

tequila on Friday
the bright spot,
like sunshine
on a 
wrinkled countenance,

gazing right through each other,
the big mirror,
a comfort zone,
waiting
for one or the other
to push out
first.

In the Grass

In the grass, 
Where he is hiding some stolen gas  
While gossiping about his obese boss 
Who does not know more about  the big  
multicouloured  serpent  in his company. 

In the grass, 
Obsess to steal from his obese  boss 
Possessing a spirit  of telling  lies 
Like the serpent in Eden. 
Blabbing  lies to gain,  
Hoodwinking to destroy the company. 

In the grass
When you know the true coulours of some
Serpents near you, 
It will be hard for them to bite you. 
Watchout snakes in your yard. 

March 21 /2023
Written for poetry contest sponsored by Anthony Biaanco

Rumbles Goppy Blubber

Only full of jibber jabber
Blabbing rumbles goppy blubber
Chat so lots it seems a big ole sea
That bellows jiggles up the sunken ladder
Waterlogged a smullen button belly
Swollen tub of lardy squishy goo
If only spit out complitastic words
Scales and skin could sag down too


Not sure if this is right but it was fun...

Swing States

Why can’t swing states count their votes?
They should have been preparing.
Instead, at their percentage points,
We anxiously sit staring.

Nevada’s six electoral votes
Are hanging there for grabbing
While every news reporter
Keeps on blithering and blabbing.

And what of Pennsylvania,
Also Georgia – almost finished!
My faith in our whole system
Has most surely been diminished.

South Carolina did its count
So why is North so lagging?
Are workers doing all they can?
A lot of tongues are wagging.

We’ve waited almost four long years – 
Some hours more won’t kill us
But what I hope is when it’s done
The end result will thrill us.

Babel

Have we rebuilt the tower of Babel
With weary words of wireless babble?
Do somnolent thoughts surf synapses
On tidal waves of vacuous verbs?

So tasteless, as baseless, and faceless
Secret voices clamor, “I am here”
In clusters of blabbing barnacles
Encrusted, agape, to the Internet.

Watchers, spectators doing little,
Chasing minutia ever fresh.
Turned into products; privacy shed
In a passive world of dungeon dead.

Endlessly griping over offense!
A cacophony of words intense.
If brevity is the soul of wit
How many tweets will create a twit?

The Tall and Short of It

Impossible to miss him in a crowd, 
jet black moving chimney, one head 
above the rest as though he walks on stilts. 
In the sun his head of hair, 
coiffured, defies brand new enamel. 
Mostly he plays god, flits like a butterfly 
in post chrysalis stage: choosing the
very best, discarding. The rest, he’s man 
at large, a parakeet. In the rare cases 
when he’s not making calls, wrapt, blabbing,
gesticulating, he’s chatting up some chick
just about his same size, her crush worn 
like a charge inside her eyes, someone with     
parched lips needing his own as salver,
someone malleable enough that can be bent 
without breaking, someone dim and foolish.
Not like me who, despite distance and size
can see through him, his gossamer.

My Little Girl

I'm dreaming of a little girl
running around my house
wiggling her butt as she eats 
the fanciest cake I ever made
I'd like to see my little girl
crying as she walks towards me
hugging me tight and tell
how she misses my kisses
Oh my little girl wearing a pink dress
trying to utter her first word
blabbing until she realizes 
she said "dada" for the first time
I'm pondering about a little girl
Has a resemblance of me
Wishing we'll grow up together
Till she becomes a poet like me
Write better poems and tell more stories
I'd like to see her doing her first time
From an innocent damsel to a professional one
Till she finally gets married to her prince
I'd like her to be at my side 
Be the best daddy I ever could be

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Titillating Sunshine

Rollercoaster, the train of thoughts
swirling round and round in the head.
nights dare to dream the dreams
of mischief and love.
Blabbing random words of wisdom
trivial blah blah to flee the world.
Tumultuous titillating sunshine in the morning,
dancing in the swaying of the breeze.
Darling, I have chased behind your footsteps,
you were ever resting in my eyes.

Flabbergasted

balloon flew from grasp
blabbing in chaotic flight,
just flabbergasted

Black Battles

BACK BATTLES

Back battle begets bleeds,
Bringing back betrayed blood,
Build-up blind believes bestowed
Below background bruises behind.
Birds breakfeed bite bravely
Between body breaking burst.
Be-dragged bed baby-sit by
Beautiful beat-up barbaric beings,
Banish bangle breaks banquette 
because beauty bans bandit,
Bandage. Bad-mouthed business before
Blabbing beasts bust-in bravety.
Barrister back breaking business baffles benjamin,
Back-off bring baggaged banter.

Misfit

The day the sky bleeds Rain
We all dances with Flowers
The day the sun planted sorrow
We wept under the tree of shame
Howbeit virgins become prostitude
Why Our mothers are hungry for touch?

What If tomorrow die before noon?
What if the Babies sing among The kings?
What ears can hear Their noise and blabbing?
Change your imagination and change course
We are  all hang here Unblown like the ground

I wish I could love change and humanity
But my pen is still missing can't get my muse 
Only my ink can surpress those who hunger
For blood and surpress truth and love
Live once, live life at your own will, misfit.

Nights

Same fall long cold night
I would love to explain
Face to face in a lovely sight
last unspoken hidden pain
By the whole of our might 
Then we may dance in the rain
Oh! Blabbing out  it's all right.

Malapropisms

Down by the blabbing(babling) brook
Where daddy lived as a boy
Was a place of quietude and simplicity
        But one filled with  many memories
Some being beyond my apprehension(comprehension)
     Some of the tall tales he did repeat
  
                      Like one day
When my aunt's new beau came to take her out for a treat

He knocked 'pon the door and the oldest brother did answer

The beau said that he had come to see Mary where was she

My uncle answered to everyone's disguise(surprise)
                 
                           She is her bedroom cleaning out her drawers(dresser drawers)

That is when my uncle felt sister was hostage(hostile) and might just tutor(neuter) him when 
she returned home from her date to the ice cream store.    

A work using malapropisms(absurd or humorous misuse of a word, especially by confusion
with one of similar sound...

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