Chatterbox Poems - Poems about Chatterbox

The appendix and punctuation and learning new words As they sift and make the dough pliant and smooth verbs The morning dew drops and the ear infections , as you had your inactive gold ear-rings, paired The early morning, haphazard memories and yet so long for so long a ribbon, tightened. "Rabbi zidni Ilman", and the wisdom, and the...

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Get out of my head mister chatterbox! Ransacking treasure trove of maximum headroom. To remedy a fate worse than death or orange hair oaf becoming forty seventh president or contracting one of several viral diseases named pox permeate heavy shut tight door with numerous deadbolts and sophisticated locks and impossible mission to out fox analogous to roach infestation, who favor nesting within custom made Roper...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Get Out Of My Head Mister Chatterbox! Upon prima facie first blush me mind's eye all atwitter, sans long forgotten "FAKE" sexual exploits set mum (chrysos anthem) all aglitter, boot like short order cook I hapt tubby quickly realized trumpeting collusion, a near fatal collision course with Matthew Scott's antimatter caw zing friggin insomnia finding ma noggin scrambled likesome lithesome cockamamie critter whipped into frenzy like battered butter holy grits,...

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loud loquacious bore loves the sound of her own voice ears risk extinction...

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flapping his mouth wagging his tongue i bite my lip posted on July 10, 2018...

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will I lose the real me, chasing this identity, at times I think at times I do is it time to find somebody new...

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We all meet Friends like these and sometimes we keep them!! Written with a bit of Jamaican Patois thrown in. ...

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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,...

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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;...

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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...

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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...

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