"Have you heard the latest news?",
a pair of socks said to the shoes.
Said the shoes unto the socks,
"Don't be such a chatterbox!
How can our owner take a walk
if we just sit around and talk?
Hurry up, get on his feet.
Our job, I can then complete."
Thus, a gentleman took his walk,
but on his feet, there was much talk
between two shoes and bright green socks,
who, frankly, was a chatterbox.
Chatterbox talking
Stream of spurious gossip
Poured into my ear
My face registered nothing
I listen and then forget.
Poem based on Confucius quote: I hear and I forget
The ever congratulated option
Of willing absorption
Of a blood distant,
Making it yours, the next instant…
In a court surfacing,
All official papers filling,
An affidavit swearing,
One’s honest signature endorsing,
Every bill handling
And a parent’s face wearing…
Wa-o-ow! A final elevation
To parenthood
And appropriate salivation
Over what is adjudged good;
A riddance to the worse
Through some good money from one’s purse.
It’s now a new scenery
Of oft shouted “Da-ddy and Mu-mmy!”
By some chatterbox and canary
That didn’t its beginning have in your wife’s tummy
Pleasantries no longer revolve
Round just you and your wife
For electing to brazenly involve
Another life.
Wait until I tell you
What I have been told
By someone who is obviously quite bold
They have said
That I am a chatterbox
I am actually shocked right to my socks
Now just wait a second
A thought in my head beckoned
Is this true
Is this really you
Well guess what
A revelation this is not
I already knew
So this is not really out of the blue
I enjoy a good chat
What is wrong with that
I love to debate
I think that is great
Talk about life
And all of its strife
Talk about how we manage
Our daily challenge
While having a chat
About this and that
Time goes by
And in the blink of an eye
Hours have passed
And I am aghast
No need to get into a flap
Isn't it just great to have a good yap
So are you like me
Do you love a good natter
Are you also a talker and chatter
loud loquacious bore
loves the sound of her own voice
ears risk extinction
flapping his mouth
wagging his tongue
i bite my lip
posted on July 10, 2018
will I lose the real me,
chasing this identity,
at times I think
at times I do
is it time to find somebody new
An extremely talkative person, he was.
He was! He was! He was!
He talked about this, and he talked about that.
He talked about anything he could thunk of..
Even that funny old hat.
Garrulous and fat, he was.
He talked about this, and he talked about that.
While riding on his bicycle home.
He found a baby cat.
A kitten it was, so pretty and nice.
Now, it was time to roll the dice.
He talked about this, and he talked about that.
He talked about anything he could think of..
Even that funny ten foot wall.
Now, he had time to make a call.
From the telephone, he made his call.
He talked so much, it made him fall.
Now, a doctor it was, he needed to call..
Because he talked about this, and he talked about that..
An extremely talkative person, he was..
He was! He was! He was!
Chatterbox-Poem-By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2005,2014..
ALL rights reserved..
Sometimes I can’t go to sleep;
because she just won’t shut up!
Obsessive chatterbox, interrupts until I put
pen to paper or brush to canvas.
The many nights she’s had me working at
two, three or four am;
she doesn’t stop until her imagery has a physical home.
My walls are full of her mid-night neighborhoods,
Bold-colored tantrums and ravings.
My hand aches; searing pains wreak havoc
on spent tendons but, she won’t shut up.
My journals are clogged from her cries,
jokes and yes, wisdom.
My life is full because of her, even without rest.
Somehow, sleeplessness is insignificant
in the light of her gifts.
I never want to live without Muse.
What a beautiful concept
A box to put chat in
Another pigeon for the common man
Labels so easily fit
When one seriously thinks of it
Just imagine it if you will
A box to lock gossips in
To kill their cackle
To tighten their loose tongues
To make them quiver a little less
But not I begin to digress
Sometimes I am guilty of their sin
To rant to rave
To become a slave to the shallow
Listening to their vile attempts
To bring humanity to its lowest ebb
A chatterbox indeed would be handy in times of woe
To silence my myriad foes
You might find it very strange, in fact some think it's quite absurd
For when I stroll around the zoo, I like to exchange a word or two
I can't deny, I wouldn't lie, I like to shoot the breeze with that Lion guy!
And when I leave, with twinkled eyes, he cheerily says, "Adieu, Good Bye!"
I pass on by and say "G'day", to Hippity Hoppity Kangaroo
I greet Giraffe, we share a laugh, and then "How are you??" to the Gnu!
I chat while the Chimps do acrobats, and say "E...llo" to Mr. Elephant...
Poor Tiger's throat is very sore.......well that's a bore!
I offer honey for his grrrrrrrr......he takes a spoonful....and then he roars!!
The Penguins standing on the ice...I gave them boots, and sage advice
(They are rather bashful....but very nice!)
I sing a ditty while Dolphins swim, and "What's up?"...to Wally Whale
To the Zebra, dressed in black and white,...."Good evening, chums...and Nighty Nite!"
It seems bizarre ....to talk to those, who live their lives, behind the bars...
I chat a lot, perhaps it's looney...but it's really only, because they get lonely...
So, if you like to talk a lot....give strolling through the zoo a shot!!