Long Blabbing Poems

THE TOUR 
WHOA! 
Stop right there my friend! 
For there’s no place in where you can run and hide  
So stop and listen  
Listen to the voices warning you to go back 
Screaming...

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I.

The Fish Crow is an outcast amongst the seagulls
Standing on the hot Miami sand
At the end
Of our rose-colored beach towel

Nodding and blabbing half-heartedly
Nuh-uh nuh-uh
To the lack of crumbs

From us
The stingy blue collar visitors
From freezing old...

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I once was an open book, long ago, when naive.
Before I learned to really look and motives perceive.
But after years of hurting and living life bereaved,
I chose to find my private space…happiness achieve.

Now, as in...

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Yukon just coon sitter me a copacetic, energetic, ironic language lover (English is ma lingua franca late mother tongue), who waxes poetic, but tall so one babbling, creaking, and dabbling dis arming marine naval (gazing)...

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IT WAS LONG TO STRONG
AN IMAGE IS CAGE
VERY RARE TO HEAR
A CAMEL IN THE ILLUSION
OPAQUE BY A THING OBJECT
DECLARING A TINY IMAGE
ILLUSION, VERY HEAVY
OBSERVING THE THIN OBJECT ALONE
WHAT A BIG ILLUSION!
VIEWING HUNDRED KILOMETERS
FOCAL LENGTHS OF...

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do you know Mrs. Con Mon?
She monopolizes every conversation.
Actually annihilating it, because once she is here
all conversation except her conversation stops.
People who do not know her wait for her to pause.
Thinking that she will, but...

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                   Tlaid like Rash' o stabbings, 
your voice hisses from your podium of Hell. 
Blah blah blabbing.
A...

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Down by the blabbing(babling) brook
Where daddy lived as a boy
Was a place of quietude and simplicity
        But one filled with  many memories
Some being beyond my apprehension(comprehension)
 ...

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I'm dreaming of a little girl
running around my house
wiggling her butt as she eats 
the fanciest cake I ever made
I'd like to see my little girl
crying as she walks towards me
hugging me tight and tell
how...

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Impossible to miss him in a crowd, 
jet black moving chimney, one head 
above the rest as though he walks on stilts. 
In the sun his head of hair, 
coiffured, defies brand new enamel. 
Mostly...

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Inspired by the Onomatopoeia Contest (2024), sponsored by Emile Pinet.

Mid-day invaded my spirits with blah. 
I sauntered the path to the coffee shop
and heard my friends blabbing on endlessly,
astir with the recent barista flop.

I swallowed...

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Why can’t swing states count their votes?
They should have been preparing.
Instead, at their percentage points,
We anxiously sit staring.

Nevada’s six electoral votes
Are hanging there for grabbing
While every news reporter
Keeps on blithering and blabbing.

And what of Pennsylvania,
Also...

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Given up by the woman with an open mouth
speaking words that hammer me deep in the ground.
Why cant women keep romantic gestures 
to them selfs insteade of blabbing at the very sound.

I think when women...

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The day the sky bleeds Rain
We all dances with Flowers
The day the sun planted sorrow
We wept under the tree of shame
Howbeit virgins become prostitude
Why Our mothers are hungry for touch?

What If tomorrow die before noon?
What...

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In the grass, 
Where he is hiding some stolen gas  
While gossiping about his obese boss 
Who does not know more about  the big  
multicouloured  serpent  in his company. 

In the grass, 
Obsess to steal...

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Have we rebuilt the tower of Babel
With weary words of wireless babble?
Do somnolent thoughts surf synapses
On tidal waves of vacuous verbs?

So tasteless, as baseless, and faceless
Secret voices clamor, “I am here”
In clusters of blabbing barnacles
Encrusted,...

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This here's a story 'bout Billy McPhee 
I didn't believe it when it was related to me 
Billy's been in trouble since he was small 
Criminal or just plain stupid; he's had it all 
But...

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