Here I lie in a hired bed
Everything around me is red
For their minds bleed much in ponder
Over foolish things, they wonder
The hassle of travelling
But my stomach is quarreling
I need to lie down to past the time
Until all inside me is in full rhyme
Done in SFC, in a hired bed surrounded by prying and barking dogs and jabbering parrots
May 13, 2024
Eyes prying at darkness time
Mouths babbling without a rhyme
Biting at back like coward's teeth
Telling reasons without a beat
They're like parrots from dusk to dawn
Jabbering in someone's lawn
Telling reasons they can't understand
Their mediocrity is grand
Everyday, from time to time
They do things that do not rhyme
To and fro without a cause
Barking bitterness without a pause
They're like pests on a plant
Or like ants in the pants
Doing nothing but to bite
Bringing nothing but blight
Jabbering from here to there
Jabbering everywhere
They know nothing but to bark
Like old parrots on the park
I don't know if it's productive
Doing just things that are destructive
Minding things out of their concern
But their own lives, they can't discern
Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde
Jovial Dr Jekyll played for juvenile Justice
a just jaspered journey
jokingly jumped a joyride
to juicy jukebox jabbering
in jackal jackboots
from nearby jungle
Dr Jekyll clasped a jackknife eating
jambalaya to justify a
juggled juxtapositional
jurisdiction jamming
as jugular vein jingled jewels
joyfully jauntily jaywalking
to a jay named Jim Jolly !
Onward he jumped to a
Jungian junction
Jupiter jocund watching his
journeying joints
journalese seemed a jibe jig
but neither Jewess, Jesuit
or jeweller jiggled this job
So he jerked his jess
like a jape for Japan
Jejuning onto January for the
next jangle of jasmine
No jellyfish was Dr Jekyll in Jordanian jerkin
though sometimes Mr Hyde
with jeroboam swirling alongside !
I wonder how people live everyday by bitterly minding other people's business instead of fixing their own life, like jabbering parrots that have no life of their own. Or is it really true that they can't see something great in themselves so they just scoff upon others to pass time? Or are they just hungry dogs paid with slice of bread to bark? Or are they just lazy like pigs to find real living?
Voices ringing with the same story
Like they did long time ago
For it's the only thing they know
It's the only thing they can do
To jabber behind someone's shadow
Vilifying day and night
They're like parrots jabbering
About how sour a grape is
For they failed to plant their own
Or they themselves don't have that kind of value
They hate beautiful things
Because they simply can't see beauty in themselves
They only like doing and saying foolish things
Because it's the only thing they know
Like it brings them ultimate self satisfaction
After the sun sets
Before the moon peeks
Coldly over frosted ponds
Daylight hovers behind the curtain
Enjoying a cup of darkness
Flirting with the shadows
Gliding easily across the stage
Hungering for its moment
Irrepressible in its need
Jabbering about night’s ego
Kidding with old stars
Longing for the comeback of
Memory’s yellowed edges
Nighttime’s thieves pilfering
The vibrant vistas
Of daybreak’s dreams
Chit chattering so happily, in babyish first conversations,
Like treetop little birdies, sharing emerald observations,
Burbling giddily and gaily, as golden moments evanesce,
Tattling like garden beauty secrets, in the feverish press!
Jabbering enthusiastic jollity, in the success of noon sun,
Rumors of glad gibberish, as droning bees in gilt sudden,
Joyful, twittering chit-chat, at back fence of my gladness,
Gossiping with fascinated grandma, on a summer canvas.
Many whispers travelled through the lunchroom
The newcomer was nervous, maybe,
That could explain the jabbering right?
Some of the diehard eaters stood by, demanding answers
It seems like Morty’s wailing meant his lunch was stolen again
This is a once a week thing. I beg him to bring his own refrigerator.
Once I agreed to split the cost, but he likes showing his rage.
It is something he cannot do at home with that thunder cloud wife of his.
Groaning is happening now. Maybe Morty is almost finished bawling.
There is a shriek! Someone has tossed out a Halloween rat with red eyes.
A sick joke, and not one to pull on Morty who has weapons in his car.
I know that he despises rats and scares easily.
They all love the way he responds to this teasing.
Bustling old fella dashing biddly bop by dressed to the nines
with briefcase stuffed under his arm equipped with fixed maniacal grin jabbering to himself while confirming his expressions
to an equally jazzed and jaunty westie he calls Ralph trailing exuberantly behind
let's me know that there are actually still some living beings out there
to learn from
Alternating with awe and amazement
Belief breathes blessings, brilliant and bright
Calming, creative and colorful – so calm
Dreaming of dainty, delicate delights
Endlessly eager to eliminate evil
Friendly and full of feelings so faithful
Graceful, giving, glorifying God
Hopeful, heartening, a happy heart
Inspiring imaginations and insights
Joyfully jabbering with jaded jests
Keeping kindness with a keener kaleidoscope
Loving, living, laughing, lighting lives
Making music, melodies to make merry
Noels, nativities and needs being nurtured
Open odes and olive branches offered
Promises of peace, prosperity and praise
Quiet and quaint quotes on queries
Reflections and reminders of rare rhymes
Silent sounds, silvery and soft
Truths and talents tempting all to be thankful
Ultimately, using those in unbelievable unions
Visiting vibrant thoughts on velvety vistas
Wise and warm, welcoming worthy souls
Xerically xenogeny brought to xerophilous
Younger in years than in yawning yarns
Zestful zealots who live in heart zeniths
''A'' Forms, New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
POEM TYPE: Abecedarian
2. angel
December 8, 2021
"Lost in a dream with idyllic abstract musing." Quote _by Poet
Absorbing a double scoop of azure,
Bottom of the golden-brown waffle
Cone, green, yellow, orange, red,
Dripping down melting, into the horizon.
Evening's laughter shatters the azure sky;
Frowning disapproval, the sun
Gently wipes away it's tears for
Harmonious promise of future
Idyllic, enormity, day of earth.
Jabbering shadow falling across
Knobby, frayed, wings and contagious
Love: power to renew universe heart.
12/7/2021
Theme-Chosen Azure
ABC Form
''A'' Forms, New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
You are addicted
to thought-making
mostly thoughts-recycling
playing recordings
Of pasts recent and remote
II
Leave your mind alone!
But how? you ask
The more I try, the more awry
The mind is a monkey jumping and jabbering
"JUST WATCH IT. Do not judge it ... look
Watch yourself looking at you
Looking at your mind thought-jumping."
III
Now you see the ADDICTION too
Most of life is lived in a racket, a fish market
SILENCE
is golden only in word; until in deed
SILENCE will come only at the end
It doesn't have to be this way
The mystery of death's entrance
Can be seen now
Nestled in a mountain town,
Enclosed in downs of clouds,
Flows a dancing stream
Spiraling, bouncing,
Swaying along with the mountain breeze
Winding through trees, rocks and bushes,
Supporting vibrant foliage,
She voyages through forest
Jabbering, hopping
Swaying along with the mountain breeze
Dazzling in the sun
Shining thousands of sparkling diamonds
She springs over rocks and pebbles
Bubbling, splashing,
Swaying along with the mountain breeze
Attending to the whispers of the sky
And wheezing winds
She travels catching pearls of raindrops
Clinking, twirling
Swaying along with the mountain breeze
Entertaining and providing to peoples
And friends from the wild
She drifts ceaselessly with vitality
Spiraling, bouncing,
Swaying along with the mountain breeze
Which one to choose?
Airplane? Fire truck? Police cruiser?
My toddler wanted a chance to get in all of them.
I was glad we were given all three choices.
He was excited to be here! Glad as hops!
He’s so easy! The beautician said.
He was excited, jabbering, happy.
Until the scissors came out.
This is when he began wailing and keening.
Sobbing so hard, I thought the police might come
And take me away in a real squad car.
Why did she show him the scissors I wondered?
Hating the beautician a little bit myself.
Damned mirror, she said.
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