Don’t tell it to the wind
To be blown away as vapor
Or share it with a gossiper
As fragile as a dandelion.
Don’t speak of it on the mountaintop;
Even the clouds have ears.
For fear that the Devil hears –
Don’t pray for it aloud to God.
Let the wish build up inside
Then straight-faced, release it subtly –
As your actions make it be –
Until its existence can’t be denied.
The old deacon is a gossiper
He's like an old woman
Though he's an avid worshipper
He does not count as one
Deaconess is his old wife
But like him, she's like an old toad
For, what they do is to mine other's life
Like they don't have their own load
August 30, 2023
Gossip Kills Writers’ Cramp
Gossip Kills
Sam Adams
Often thought of the adage
That Gossip kills.
He was both a great gossiper
A great storyteller
Had the Irish wit
Of his mother.
But he had been the victim
Of malicious gossip
Over the years.
For Sam was also a player
In the game of seduction
And had broken many a heart
Along the way.
And sometimes those whose affections
He had broken with
Would return and take revenge
On him.
Returning sarcastic comments
For sarcastic comment
And letting gossip do its dirty work.
All fair in love and war
Sam thought.
While nursing a beer
In the Cosmos Bar.
In Bangkok.
The City of Lost Angels.
...or In One Ear and Out to the Bridge Club...
Everybody likes a little gossip,
Everybody likes to hear a bit of dirt.
It brightens conversations,
And arouses shocked sensations,
And might cause some mild vexations,
But should never, never, never ever hurt.
What the neighbors do should be nobody's business,
It's not your fault if they don't keep their curtains drawn.
Besides, you're reasonably sure
That's what binoculars are for,
And if you hide behind your door,
What you can see them do by them is never known.
The Browns across the street are having problems,
He's been sleeping on the couch since New Year's Eve.
It seems those last two business trips
Involved some extra-marital "slips".
You're not adept at reading lips,
But gossip needn't be precise to be believed.
Yes, everybody likes a little gossip
To discuss at lunch, or brunch, or over tea.
To be aware of the mistakes
That almost everybody makes
Is all the skill and guile it takes
To be a gossiper, and not a gossipee.
a limp flag
hangs at half-mast
the silence broken
by the church bell
and village gossiper
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A Brian Strand Contest
Placed 1st
June 2021
It happens all the time when I'm with friends
especially within a group of gals-
the urge to gossip pops its ugly head;
a game to pick apart that missing one.
This surely is that something I am not;
no joy exists in tearing one apart
by pointing out defects, or what they've done-
behind their backs to entertain some friends.
A gossiper, I'll never choose to be;
my lips stay closed- my heart absorbs the pain
of what that person mocked would feel inside
if he or she were present for the game.
August 10, 2019
~10th Place~
Contest: Something I Am Not
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Judge: 09/05/2019
I chose traditional Blank Verse
because it is my second favorite
form to use after the Sonnet.
She walks with her head held up in the clouds,
forgetting that pride comes before a fall.
She is curious and a bad gossiper.
She eavesdrops on other people's conversations,
not bearing in mind that "curiosity killed the..."
Naughty behavior she possesses almost makes majority puke.
Look no further than the steward's place she dwells,
She sips,sips and sips anything within her reach.
She conquers nothing but a foul smell in her mouth.
Look at her!Dragging and meandering her slender body home,
Ouch!The stomach crumbles and she falls down with a thud!
Helter skelterly,she is rushed to the medical center.
Sad faces dominate the place upon her death being pronounced,
Her mother almost dries her tear wells for the loss she has incurred
"oh my daughter,why have you left me?"
Blank verse
Poem is a blooming heart
In every windblown from all side
To reach in the depth of it
Never try (O) dear guy
SO:-
Blank cheque matters to all
Because it is fuel for A to Z
Not only for human
I mean also in temple's eye
So money is blank
Everywhere fits like sky
In pocket or in bank
No matter in poet's verse blank
How pretty it is, all like it
Like gem sparkles in the head
foolish to police as serves jail
Celebrity in the town
Takes around for million then
Gossiper throws nose high
And shrinks and coughs as a dry
A beggar throws hand for a dime
No matter in rain or in a train
Blank verse matters poet's brain
weighing matter in all kind
So please take care of them
Always they remain very kind.
4/22/2016
Deepak Chalise.
The Gossip and the Ear
A gossiper will stir the pot
they’ll say what is; they’ll say what’s not;
they stir and stir till what they’ve got
is stench and putrid words that rot.
But gossipers I do not fear;
they only say the things they hear.
The ones I fear the most is clear:
the one who has the willing ear.
When is a burglar
Not a burglar
That is when he is
Dwelling in the House
Of the Lord
And when is a sinner
Not a sinner
When he is sinning'
For the grace of GOD
What doth a
Gossiper be if he is
Spreading the word
Of God
But,
A source of discomfort
For thy own enemy
And
A conduit for us all
During the
Post coming resurrection
Of the first coming
Of the Prince of Kings'
GF
Whenever I find myself being the subject of gossip, I always seek the gossiper out
and say, "Get yourself a life so that one day maybe I'll have someone I can talk about".