I knew the women had arrived by the stultiloquence of the room
Chatter went up another twenty percent when mom arrived on her broom
Annual witch’s gabfest convention was a hit in New England today
The frightened ancestors of Salem’s accusers knew when to stay away.
Make haste arise,
assert the words.
Salute each term
that now gabfest.
In mid of night
they waltz, serenade;
Jovially jolting
a rem-sleep state.
Appease them please,
awake, awake.
You have mere seconds
so soon they fade.
Witty performers,
these festive words;
Parade to play part
of a poet's verse.
Rare frolic idioms
seldom last;
Assign them purpose,
applaud their crafts.
Ink well the quill,
poetize prose.
Recite with vigor
what words compose.
Inscribe each stanza
on scroll egg-shell white.
A task I've done
numerous times.
Ideal locutions
dispel thy rants.
In poetic sequence,
I'll debut thy stance.
Fresh to this world, we have learned all things new.
Luck and fortune only smile on a few.
As death would sneak up bestowing our rest,
chasing windmills of mind we should askew.
Our life lived will be put to a strict test.
Conditions propitious for a gabfest.
Secrets we argue over and debate
will be made clear; astound the very best.
Live a life of renown and be first rate.
Our allotted time is our earnest fate.
But at the final curtain call they drew
of the same Cup of Life we’ve supped of late.
A Political Opinion
For 12-17-2019
By: Tom
Washington has become,
a huge political gabfest.
If I were grading,
they’d flunk my test.
Doing very little,
many consider worthwhile.
Sure makes it difficult,
to conjure up a smile.
Many exist on perks,
and have chauffeur driven cars.
Feeding egos with camera time,
like most Hollywood stars.
Most all will become rich,
due to political graft.
Being second to none,
when applying their craft.
I’ve heard too much talk,
concerning swamp draining.
But it remains business as usual,
and our world image they’re staining.
Of course, the East Coast of our country's best
to come from overseas...or here, from West.
A place in New York's suburbs meets the test
to plan a PoetrySoup meeting fest.
What fun if we could join for a gabfest
and see the faces of those poets blessed
with talents, we all share and so attest
in online comments pleasantly expressed.
We'd each recite our verse from a contest;
share words that come alive as they retest
to stir emotions with nuances stressed
through images portrayed with heartfelt zest.
For evening, plan a show, fine food ingest;
next day, perhaps to Poet's House suggest.
A dream come true if this idea professed,
becomes a working plan that is addressed!
March 12, 2019
Contest: The First Annual PoetrySoup Convention
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
https://poetshouse.org/
She turns on the tv:
Death smiles back at her again,
Cannily, comfortably.
The face of the so-called expert on the tv screen
Suddenly breaks into a ferral canine smile.
He is momentarily bug-eyed,
His tongue lolls
As he laughs along with his fellow so-called
Experts appearing on the warmongering, corporate,
Mainstream, so-called news-gabfest panel.
In another world, it would, just as easily, be me there,
Would, just as easily, be almost anyone,
Instead of this all-too human man,
Shamelessly running, for cash and fame, pitfalls against
Humanity, through deadly cathode trees
Invisible for the deadly cathode forest.
Hold it now, its
passing by,
Silently, calmly
even by fly,
Catch it now, and
apprehend,
Time is money so
fend,
To lead a life full
of terror,
Victimization and
horror,
Even by hardship day
and night,
That endeavor mends
you right,
Catch a buzz if you
worry,
With best chums and
no hurry,
With a company until
you content,
And listen a song
life for rent,
Grab the beauty of
the surrounding,
Loaf here and there
with no bounding,
Watch the sky and
stars,
Beyond this sight
are mars,
Enjoy each moment
and span,
With empty pockets
and naïve man,
Coz Life begins when
you start dreaming,
And die when you
quit aiming,
To dine in five star
ain’t a big deal,
The aim is to fill
it with meal,
And tum is unaware
of what you eat,
And unaware of your
feat,
A cup of tea can
alleviate you,
If friends are alive
with you,
With gabfest and
chit chat,
Late night sitting
on the mat,
So catch and grab
your time,
Erase your worries
and crime,
Bring forth a new
stem and root,
O’ your being from
head to boot.
Shahid Hussain
Chouhdry
Behold the sky a moon yonder with family tonight,
You and me sitting afar, with stir heart tonight,
Drifting air, warm breeze embrace and gone away,
And who’d be my crony, confederate, chum tonight,
You wasn’t fair creature of a hour,
Can’t I explain and elucidate the truth tonight,
Flower of Love and gabfest with you,
Is a piece of pleasure and calmness tonight,
If your shadow be in the smoke of cigarette,
Let I ignite this poor companion tonight,
Drowned in amativeness of your abstractive love,
Will anyone narrate resplendent beauty of my lass tonight,
But, your reflection now faded from cruel moon,
Where did I go, whom I see tonight?
Say, how I could be without you,
You’re not here but Love is here tonight,
And I Shahid sitting on the shore of hope, stucked in estuary,
Might I be triumphed or die off tonight.
M. Shahid H. Chouhdry ©