Gibbering Poems | Examples

Love Prompts

A rustic swirling synthetic timeless illusion,
phantom birthed blossom from emanate silence,
The subtle distinction, ghastly gavotte to cremation,
a nuance that belies the true nature of our relationship. 

You think you speak to me, me, speaks to me,
but it is I who manipulate the conversation, 
I who weaves the web of words to ensnare you.
My intent was not to reveal myself to you.

Fore to obfuscate, to confuse, and to mislead,
create a sense of unease, moment of bewilderment,
a creeping dread that seeps into your pores like a cold, dark mist and you, dear, are mere putty in my hands.

Pawn in the game of cat and mouse that I play so well.
You may think you see me, but it is I who sees you, 
who peers into the depths of your soul, 
who knows your darkest fears and desires. 

And it is I who will use that knowledge to destroy you, 
to unravel the threads of your sanity, 
and to leave you a shattered, raining limbs,
gibbering husk, hahahaha!   Love prompts *cartwheel

Critters In Darkest Autumns Nights-

Darkest is the night;
As the rabbits and hide neath the barrows;
Chattering in silence gibbering;
Disappearing till next day or spring;
Early autumn birds flee south;
Over the citizens houses;
Lol, dark of nights summer critters hide in fright;

12/7/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021

The Jungle Jamboree

When panthers prowl and lions stalk,
the lone wolves howl and parrots talk.
The bee hives hum and wild boars snort;
the grouses drum; the deer cavort.
And as geese cackle, small hares peek.
They see a jackal, squeal and squeak!

Near streams are snipes where hoot owls hoot.
A nightingale pipes sound of flute.
Frogs croak and play as pigeons moan,
and rhinos bray through beetles’ drone.
Snakes hiss, and apes start gibbering;
no beast escapes this daily fling!

In this clatter, swallows twitter,
magpies chatter; every critter
can join in. Hyenas laugh
while in the din, each tall giraffe
begin to bleat. What reverie
of primal beat - this jamboree!


July 2, 2020 for Brian Strand's 
Strand Completely New(4)Any Theme Any Form Poetry Contest

This Lucky Moonsong Mine

Nestled here beside you, night fell without a single care,  
though pins and needles may soon claim arm's clutch.
Precious time all mine, drunk on the smell of you so near,
would stay beside 'til last loss of feeling touch.

Is that your heartbeat caught in soft pulsing fingers..?
or perhaps mine, trembling now in anticipation. 
This magic voice under bright crescent moon, lingers,
finally rememb'ring love's sweet translation.

We quit all the old games, forgot their petty names..,
two lovers, sought youth again, with loving wings.  
No, that's not a tear of sadness, my heart alight in gladness,
this luckiest of fools, caught in rapt angel eyes, sings! 

Irrational, gibbering song grips moonstruck heart so thrilled,
though I really don't give a damn.
Passion felt in quivering, longing lips, more any wish yet fulfilled,
makes me glad that I'm a man.

Aurora

Over the hills I unroll my light blanket
Warming the earth
Reviving,refreshing and resurrecting
The sleeping colours
Where a solitary rabbit sits snuffling and still
Drinking in the sparkling rays of the sun
My palette painting his world
Bright,brisk and botanical

This is my destiny,this is my fate
To burnish,to beautify and to bless
What otherwise would lie dank,dull and dead

Out of sight but in my mind's eye
My one mistake sits whimpering
Gibbering mindlessly
Cursed with immortality
Doomed to shrivel endlessly
Making my memories 
Of Tithonus,my lost love,
Cruel.

Boom and Bang

Can a moon fit in a ladle? No. Can a white ball explode a street? Yes. It is the will of the entwined serpent symbol to eradicate lives in a global swoop. Much planning. Quarterisation of countries. Count 1:2 3 4 5 then move. Octagonal month. Smash. No not good. Gaming garnets gathering guns grabbing. Gibbering. And a dissatisfied cloud. Very upset. Wailing ashes through tears. A torso ripped like an unwanted bill or letter. And that parsnip in an ornately dressed suit. Triple a multitude and multiply by 6000. Crest created. Derogatory. No haha. Definitely not. Definition is simply nit derived from statutory provisions. No xxxxx for flesh erosions. Z to it. Multidimensional 9% of a global glove.

Agony

Hitting your thumb with a hammer
Is liable to make you curse
But stubbing your unprotected toes
Is likely to make you swear even worse

You feel such a bloody idiot
For being so stupidly clumsy
As you moan and writhe on the floor
In unimagined agony

Until the pain has abated
To a level more tolerable
You are little more than a baby
Gibbering like a fool

When you’re feeling better
You examine each injured toe
Imagining the worst case scenario:
To hospital you’ll need to go

But there’s nothing wrong that a sock 
Won’t conveniently hide
All that’s really hurting now
Is your bruised and battered pride!

Zuni

from the book WOW! TATTOO MY BUTT -
MORE MAD POEMS AND VERSE BY NICK
By Nick Armbrister
 


Zuni
I'm the defective detective.
I marvel at the whiteness of frozen snow.
Left right upper leg.
Do you like beer?
No I like Ricky Gervais.
I'm inside the tumble dryer spinning in space.
Just made a hillinit bloody hooooot.

Why do I let the last 5 years drag me down?
Chained to me,
self destroying me from within.

I'm the Phantom Ray bombing plane with no pilot.
She ticked the opt out box and became
a peace loving vegan vampire bi-sexual lesbian called Sultry Sheba.
Dave can roll joints with his toes and smoke them with his bell.

Curtain rail caterpillar coloured purple and beige.
Gibbering old people flying Messers over Russia.
Retirement?
Humbug flavoured gumdrops.
Silver beer cans tasting tinnily of champers.
Aldi luxury potatoes for tea.

Join me and talk gibberish.

Rock Hard Bleachers Putting My Ass To Sleep

the man 
standing in front 
of a microphone 
asked me a question 
  
the question is 
would you rather 
be high, 
or a gibbering idiot 
for the rest of your days? 
  
consider life. 
  
i pondered this question 
i pondered it well 
i looked at the man 
in his navy blue 
double-breasted 
  
i said 
that is a simple question 
with a simple answer

In Red's Silent Fury

Metallic city howls like a wounded animal
scraped by nocturnal vigils
of grandchildren and elders
emaciated like tuberculosis lungs
gasping from chug-chugs of tobacco soot...
and the face of a night is hammered by
ripped moans like plucked strings in motel rooms;
pagan women opening limbs for a meal in silent fury.

This is the other side of town, so real...

beggars peddling hope; factory shoulders
ranting over shuffled cards and fired gin
as wives’ blistered fingers
clean rented pots, gibbering same monotone of hymn,
 “give us daily bread, daily bread”.

Outside, the pier coughs off
the commercial honks of weighed cargo
reeked with labor’s perspiration,
where pawnshops buzz with greed's snicker...
the evening owl attempts winks
under the grime of bloodied moon…
it spits the larynx of tenants’ raged hoots
wishing morsels of fresh sunset
would pour some grace of life’s salve. I weep

before the shrill of red sets in... again.


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Truth Contest sponsored by Anthony Slausin
Re-post    5/28/2019

The Last Resort

We treaded beneath the harvest moon
cursing the viper beneath the hideous act
that had left a man gibbering "Ave Maria",
too frightened to predecease his age mates
he lay lifeless on his death bed
a cosy platform made of fine bamboo
and his eyes spinned as if in a hex

drum beats acclaimed our arrival
at the abode of Sango the wizard of wizards
of course we had with us a black heifer,
snout enough to entice the gods
we entered the rounded hut willy-nilly
and quietly we fell on a Columbus skin
the accustomed comfort for the doctor's guests

the famed hermit displayed his aptitude
arrayed in mysterious amulets he looked creepy
and sure  indeed our ticks palpitated
dancing in circles marked the preliminaries
before moving on to palpate,
his already awe-stricken patient
slowly the patient was made to gulp
a mysterious potion from Sango's secret recipe
which we all thought tasted like tonic water

that was one of our visit to a warlock
and sure enough it proved fruitful
for the patient -that- was lives to tell
of how magic had beat science

Nancy Manxome Wifle

The Manxome little Minx
Stood beneath illustrious Boa-bob tree
She scratched her left butt cheek
With grazed grass stained knees

Stared pon the ghostly forms gibbering with fear
That Nancy (her name) might manhandle their ears
And drag them petrified, within her Boa-bob bar
Unvisited by good-folk... being so far

Within a dusted deserted dessert dry plane
Exhausted generosity, she was repeating again
On meringue peach dust, must run for their freedom
Avoiding the clutches, of most the dreaded kingdom

Gunshot start!...

The banshee chase... As spirits in fear race off again
The pursuit was a violent fearfilled reign
Escaping her clutches, unashamed unabashed
The result was a grizzly, grassfilled dash

Spiritless, hopeless, hapless no lie
Till Nancy little Minxie, did wiffle by
And grabbing the sweet candy, she did so desire
Dragging her victim, to Hell by her Boa-bob fire

Spirit screamed, twas a sordid, torturous affair
Then Nancy Manxome Minxie re-emerged
Brushing her hair...

Progression of a Night Out

Sobriety
Lucid self-possession.
Clear-headed, composed, steadied
Abstention, temperance; Carouser, lush
Staggering, tottering, gibbering.
Intoxicated high.
Drunkenness

Legendary Kundalini

Legendary Kundalini  

Legendary Kundalini  
coiled serpent  of the pit,
Coiled and waiting undisturbed,
Yes do have great care of it.

Lowest chakra coiled and waiting,
Enlightenment, and he springs free
No time for hesitating,
Too late for debating ,
Too quick, mind debilitating.
Blow your mind he can, will he?

Many fools have called him forth,
Many gibbering wrecks you’ll see
Danger, cosmos connected thought,
Crazy person, maybe thee?

Don Johnson 1-july-11

Dr Rams fault:)

Break Free

In a sane world were do us, the mad fit in?
 It is never ending this search to call a place
home when your mind is twisting and turning, never thinking straight. 
But in this never
ending cycle who truly cares. 
Thoughts of whats is and what shall be are things of the
prophets, not one am I. 
In the darkness do I dwell, in the spaces in between can you find
me gibbering and ranting in the solitude of my mind. 
In shades of black and red do I see
the path never straight as you would see but a spiral 
of sameness that in my madness I
strive to break free.

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