Grandiose goose wore her high-heeled shoes
to run through town, spreading all kinds of news
she is a gossip, that gibber- fidget goose
I am shocked her parents let her out, on the loose
She has been sued with libel and slander too
Rumors run rampant before she is through
Sure, she dresses well, in those high-heeled shoes
But do not believe her when she says this is news.
Muffled mutterings
gibber refrains of madness
in my twisted ears.
gigantean gibber-gabble gives girlish gander goose genuine goluptious
gobbledygook glorifying glimmering glimpses of greasy glossy glittering
goose gossip.
He’s a jiggery-pokery, gibber jabberwocky.
Full of horse feathery, silliness and malarkey.
His mumbo jumbo and haggle dickery is weird and absurd.
If we hire him for emcee, we will be the laughing stocks.
I am sold I said.
Yak Yak Yak
Saying less than nothing
Gibber Gibber Gibber
No one hears for we have shut off our ears
Yammer Yammer Yammer
We try to eat in silence
To no avail.
She needs attention, not realizing she is annoying
A brave soul attempts to interrupt
She is new
Not understanding the way this will go
Crow woman glares at her, and talks more loudly
No one else looks up
We learned long ago
Crow woman’s constant banter is her companion
If we try to eat in our rooms, alone, she follows us
The penitence we pay
For working in a grade school
Where most of us only talk to children four hours at a time
Yak Yak Yak I cannot wait to get home to my silence.
Rhythm in a song
Harmony in a flute
Clang in cymbals
Clap in hands
Snap in fingers
Stamp in feet.
Chirp of a flying bird
Quack of a drake
Neigh of a stallion
Oink of a sow
Baa of a ewe
Gibber of a monkey
Grunt of a kid
Moo of a bull
Meow of a tom
Squeak of a doe.
The crunch of dry leaves
The gurgling of waters
The swerving of trees
All at a go
Heard by a lad
Out in the woods
After a long day's work
He takes a step at a time
Shaking his waist in tune
With the rhythm
Wiggling his fingers in the air
Leading to a perfect pretty dance.
I am a simple man
I take a simple stand
To owe myself completely to
The bounty of the land
I sense no one is following
this rude absurd demar
like once for yes twice for no
before I go to far
well screw it all you must be fall
i shall continue anyway
if one day you are feeling blue
and happen on this gibber
you'll wish you'd been here every day
to see what was the jabber
I am a complex man
I take a complex stand
to honor and support the rights
of all who share the land
HOW I MANAGED not TO BE A DOC
You know something,
Me a thing, I think not worth than a farthing
was put in a college of Medicine.
Paternal honour intact was to be kept.
Heavy in heart and blurred in vision
When thought of those bespectacled sermons
On blood and urea, capillary and neuron.
I tugged at my mom, a deaf ear she gave.
Like a prep child, I crossed the day
For the doom to impend on my lovely day
On the calendar on the wall with landscapes gay.
Oh! All because my father loved me so.
On that day I stood on a rostrum
Feverish, next to a corpse bloated and grey
I was to say my name and greet the group.
But all I could choke out was a meek gibber.
I fell down with a thud,next to the corpse,
funny,all came running to the body lifeless,
for he was the specimen for one whole year.
The thing I knew next,
On my bed cozy I was
And I think I heard my father say,
Smiling,
‘Oh,It is all right my dear’!
I can’t write today
my tongue is stuck in my cheek
the pen’s dry
powdered ink like sifting sand
on greased paper flees.
The well is dry.
Pump priming is required
and my feet are stuck
with my mind and **** to the inside
of a dry mouth.
Click, click, click
the false keys chirp
mimicking the old black
typewriter..
chitter chatter.
Sunbeams have lost their perk
caffeine has lost its BUZZ
the dust bunnies are playing stick ball
between my post caterpillar eyebrows
even flaxseed oil doesn’t damp the dry mouth.
Perhaps, I’ll have a cold one poured?
Prime numero uno..
grease the wheels of mediocrity?
Sharpen the nib of my font?
“Oh do stop that incessant gibber!”
Small lynx.
Inky onyx on
white and grey.
Maniac gibber
at gull and crow,
cursing through
the pane.
Blood and muscle
shot through green
keen,eye.
"Just wait.Just wait..."
He seems to say.
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