Long Nattering Poems

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Premium Member Springsound

A flood of grackles,
black-leafing the tree
who seem to’ve forgot
that its not
Winter;
it’s Spring and everything
is about to flower.

Eva says they are starling
and they may be.
She says they crowd the uncrowded 
barebranch trees and blot out
the sun and blot out the Spring’s sounds.

The nattering and chirp-chattering
is a great April chorus for us,
down here...in the frostbit grass.
The ear is rung like a town bell
as thoughts are misshapen and lost.

A woodpecker, somewhere
is into his or her daily
mind-numbing rat-a-tat-chattering;
Unburying dreams, dreams in the heartwood.
It’s the 16th day in a row.
Or seventh.
Or 38th.
(It was once that I could count.)

A neighbor’s rooster breaks the night,
breaks the dawn,
breaks the morning
wide open.
An earful all day (break)

The horses whinny in
their morning mare-compare-mare-ing
then find their way to their place
in their paddocks.

The air is abound with sound.

Three geese,
circle over.
From dawn’s waxen East
feathering past a flaxen South
gaggling to the black sun West
they klaxon forth to nourishing North.

   and there is no hearing, now...
not even
a single starling
(If ever there were such a thing.)

 Not now, not even -
a single peck of wood.
 Not now, not -
a single cockle is doodled or done.
 Not a single mare is heard from her herd.

   and there is no hearing, now...
not even
a single grackle
(If ever there were such a thing.)


Doctors Particularly Biomedical Engineers

Doctors (particularly biomedical engineers)...
really trolley train hard to keep track of patients

Eye tell ya we (spuds)
pulled up stakes after four yar
and zero scores ago living in Bryn Mawr
salutary heart and lungs figurative
storied Main Line Health medical network
latter part of June tooth thousand seventeen

approximately July first
same year bidding au revoir
bid good riddance account
to slumlord - hood did spat and spar
moved to Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
unsafe to ride bicycle without handlebar

economical, geographical, practical...
subjected by Grosse and Quade tyrannical czar
dom low income facilities housing
nattering nabobs of nihilism whose intellect subpar
candidates vetted by Jaclyn Geiger registrar
courtesy nepotism unexceptional manager

thanks be to her papa, she drives fancy car
unlike this pauper and the missus
limited to schlep near and not far
afforded by rattletrap motorcar,
no driving prohibitive number of miles,
crossing sketchy territory warning signs

picturing dangerous avatar,
(especially during inclement whee thar)
determining risk to forego
top manic kin Michelin
money grubbing cannibalistic
surgeon's earning equivalent silver star,

or comparable civilian rating touting specialists
while bonafide topnotch indivisible tailors swifty
stitch ink, viz tattoo back parlor shop whar
exemplary Patients Matter Always
buzzfeeding, inoculating, kickstarting...
healthy medical network,

hobnob, kibitz, schmooze...
drown lackluster lovelife at the bar
parting paramour with such sweet sorrows par
for the course during pouring rain how bizarre
necessitated our lucky find locating physicians
supreme nsync with Google high reviews

receiving, scoring, nabbing,
incorporating... truevalue re: vector and scalar,
we veteran trooper seasoned renters
luckily blessed chance
cost us pennies on the dinar
general bang for buck amazingly
found yours truly strumming his air guitar

pleasantly situated among picturesque poplar
resort within Skippack Village, a tourist
mecca for devout or 
secular gourmandizing, earning
catering and acquiescing savoir
ole mighty faire Benjamin
legally tendering expensive bazaar.

Alas Ample Alliteration Available

Alas ample alliteration available?!

True (terrific) title: Trump's truckling tutored troopers...;
wily word wizard worried,
where world wide web wickedly wends.

Triumphantly tenaciously (try to) trample treacly
traffickers target timid testifiers traducing,
their traitorous tractable toxic troglodyte:
today transition toward
totalitarianism tidily trends.

Quasimoto (querulously) queries, quivers, quakes:
queasiness quotient quarantine quelled qualm;
qua quacking quaffing quota quips:
quicksand quits quagmire quashing:
quintessential quarrelsome;
quintillionth queued questioner.

Numbskull noodles notorious nonsense:
nincompoop netizen nimbly navigates;
nowadays nauseating news necessitates
nameless nervous negativistic nattering nabob;
Nome nomad nudges, numerates,
nurtures... narcolepsy.

Knowledgeable knave; kindhearted
keen, kooky kvetching king kibitzer;
kindles kickass kinskip (kaffeeklatsch);
kneading Keats kinfolk karma.

His highness, herewith hooligan;
helpmate hermit hamstrung Harmit Harms;
humiliating, harried, ho hum humorous hokum;
habitual half hearted hookers happily hollow;
hallelujah!

Exceptional exertion earnest endeavor exercising
especial expending energy excluding essential/
exact entities even everyday eminent eccentric
experienced exhaustion - epilogue.

Premium Member Far and Below

far and below   you will find-
my favorite poem   written in 
free verse    it is not just the theme

but the style of     eecummings
                               that brings me pride 

love the flow and no capitalization
  and no need for punctuation
    the gaps to create pauses
      the crunched words
        the made up words so silly
                               and wonderful

written-
at a time of cliques and bullying
by a few      faded away
now into nothingness
proud         they did not push me away

so come take a ride
   on my- diaphanous   gossamer filmy cloud
sumptuous
to where      the blue birds sing

______________

my cloud
written may 28, 2015

on my-
diaphanous    gossamer filmy cloud-
sumptuous I float woebegone

flowers   far    and below

and bluebirds come
fluttering in the azure sky
twittering and its
beautiful

gossamer filmy cloud-sumptuous

the goobledygooks with their nonsense
far    and   below
and bluebirds come drifting

from the garden and forest they fly
to
my diaphanous
gossamer
             filmy
                   cloud-sumptuous

the dullards with their yada yada
far
and
below
come with their hokum nattering

and I
yell     hey you
get off my cloud-
sumptuous      you you
nincompoops

bluebirds
twittering and twittering
beautiful
assemblage    of fluttering

whispering     hissing
with meaningless words
you keep off my diaphanous
gossamer    filmy   cloud

oh gentle breeze

        take this dreamer and flower picker
of buttercups     violets
           dandelions
I see them swaying far    and below
                            in a meadow lovely
and I recall the little girl       me
who picked them
                  for mothers kitchen ledge

oh    let me drift   and see far and below
on my
diaphanous    gossamer cloud-
sumptuous

______________________________
November 7, 2015

Free Verse

Written by Broken Wings

For the contest, Your Favorite Poem, sponsor, Judy Konos\

First Place

Another Day Another Accursed Blank Screen

Another Day...Another Accursed Blank Screen

Ma wink'n and blink'n
     mind nod yet awake,
     nor insights keen,
asper ho hum usual, this
     (day-glo bull leave
     me you) after noon,
     (October thirtieth
     two thousand and eight teen),

mine myopic brown
     marbled occipital orbs
     fixate upon a
     lone blinking cursor -
     hooping such intense stare
     will magically glean
a divine comedy,
     or even mediocre

     shaky spear writ tragedy, none
     the less letting thoughts
     glom (cess) pool like
     into some elusive essence,
     finding me madly chasing
     (feebly, lamely, queerly
     and ridiculously
     likened to a teen

age paramour) intriguing,
     nattering, and wordlessly
     spellbinding notion
     all the way to Abilene,
     perhaps metamorphosing
    into a topnotch 
     poem (ska lean),
swiftly tailored harried

     style even out rivaling
     the best newsy
     Lake Woebegone fabulist
     (formerly Nordic European)
scribes, that juiced might earn
     me some crisp 
     legal tender green,
yet impetus to write,

     NOT predicated on ram
     ping up checking account,
     which primary queen
tis essential money source
     of mine to pay bills
     appears extremely lean,
and thus apologize if
     any hint of desperation

     (PULL EASE pledge to
     Matthew Scott Harris charity)
     seeps extemporaneously typing
     this poetic expression,
     when financial resources
     picked bone dry clean,
and me fanciful
     thoughts cannot help

     wishing for miraculous
     intervention tub bring,
     a raft of smiley faces
     tomb eye gentle mien
such as receiving
     an anonymous bajillion
     dollars donated (tummy)
     from tennis scene legend

     (in her own mind)
     aery Billy Jean
King, whose near
     exhaustive earnings -
     at least compared
     to thy germane mein kampf
     (accrued during - her mist
     starry re:us horse sing around)

     straw berry fields
     forever hay day
     with tangerine trees, 
     and marmalade skies
     completing tennis 
     (tense) backdrop against
     engendered match with 
     the late Bobby Riggs.
Form: Lyric


Some Man Ticks

Aye haint gonna mention anyone by name,
     and git myself poisoned
     with deadly tocsin, a most wick
kid demise act of vengeance cheap trick

boot Mayan tent to write this poem,
     a message came tummy mind rather quick,
and fuel a contrived rumor hoop fully
     spreading like wild fire
     from this nada so sainted Nick

juiced for pure sport and to kick
start and spellbind denunciatory, deprecatory,
     and derogatory unfounded slander
     toward one country bumpkin,

     who lives in the sticks of Hick
ville, and unfortunately
     shares the same body as me,
     an old curmudgeon full of (lix) spittle,
     with lovely bones that crick,

thus, while spur of the moment whim arose
     (take bull by the horns
     asthma late grammar used to say), aye chose
to hash out matter of fact playful verse,

     while ma doppelganger doth doze
and trump scathing "FAKE" news expose
zing ambivalent (nee loathsome)
     punishing sentiments 

     ach'n ma heart
     with daggers of icy sin tax
     directed as rhetorical linguistic floes
vicariously experiencing euphoria,
     red hot poker glows

within the scabrous, tenebrous,
     and villainous haughty yahoo
an unprepossessing, quite,
     and nattering kooky human

     immune to voodoo
he coon sitters himself smug,
     throughout every single sinew

of his (and mine) corporeal essence
     directly descended
     from storied Machu Picchu of Peru
yet his (ah, and mine)
     suppressed genealogy branch

     also includes, an a meow
zing small percentage of Neanderthal Jew
evidenced by genetic test 23andme,
     which helps explain primate characteristic

     dragging (sic) hairy knuckles,
     where thick callouses grew
thus aye conclude 
     (just in the nick of time

     as he who must not be mention) drew
a breath upon awakening
     from a nap bright tailed, 
     and bushy eyed anew.

Recurrent Sneezing Fit By Ma Chew Too

This thick mucous essentially 
the defense mechanism of a healthy 
body electric to restore biz zee nose 
as usual, which for this mild mannered 
liberal leitmotif from the chronicle of one 
matted nattering nabob of nativity attests 
congested mob functioning like 
a well lubricated machine, yet 
for the life of me, nary a handy dandy 
blues clues evident as per, how 
the human entity empowered 
to steamroll over 
any reasonably annoying bugaboo. 

Ah, now if only a similar innate 
defense mechanism arose 
within the mental health, 
that would be a supreme testament 
to thine atheistic tasty mints of miracles 
minus the attendant pharmacopeia 
of this, that or some other drug to aright 
skewered psyche (of this contemplative, 
emotive and intuitive literate outlier), 
whose sixty two plus eight shades 
of gray matter went awry and skewed 
toward tipping point (to cope with ordinary 
cares and concerns of an uncertain 
whirled wide web) found the bulk 
of his life riddled with a joe king, 
gun slinging tub back ha chew win, 
bard **** wordsmith, 
who doth newt like to utter any 
cryptographic crossword.

Premium Member My Cloud


on my-
diaphanous    gossamer filmy cloud-
sumptuous I float woebegone

flowers   far   and below

and bluebirds come
fluttering in the azure sky
twittering and its
beautiful

gossamer filmy cloud-sumptuous

the gobbledygooks with their nonsense
far   and below
and bluebirds come drifting

from the garden and forest they fly
to
my diaphanous
gossamer
         filmy
              cloud-sumptuous

the dullards with their yada yada
far
and
below
come with their hokum nattering

and I
yell    hey you
get off my cloud-
sumptuous     you  you 
nincompoops

bluebirds
twittering and twittering
beautiful
assemblage    of fluttering

whispering   hissing
with meaningless words
you keep off my diaphanous
gossamer    filmy     cloud

oh gentle breeze

             take this dreamer and flower picker
of buttercups    violets
    dandelions
I see them swaying far   and below
                           in the meadows lovely
and I recall the little girl   me
who picked them
                       for mothers kitchen ledge

oh     let me drift     and see far and below
on my
diaphanous   gossamer cloud-
sumptuous    

______________________________
May 28, 2015


Poetry/Free Verse/my cloud
Copyright Protected, ID 05-677-907-28
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France

Written for the Standard contest, Hey you, get off my cloud
sponsor, Skat, Judged 2015

Second Place

Expectation

High hopes built on imaginations
And human frailties
A meandering mirage on hot tarmac at noon
A recipe for hunger

In hollow voices, whisper winds of expectations among the trees
Drowned by the reality of sunrise
Gaze upon the hills with starved emotions
And welcome the verity of dawn

Expectations take a dive
When reality fails to thrive
Illusion—the gateway to delusion
Expect nothing, avoid disappointment
Spend and be spent, hope for the best
Find solace within
Peace lies only in the deep

Salad of ignorance, emotions and negativity is a recipe for grief
Nourish not the nattering nitwits
Lest you swim in a pool without water

Intertwine twins of triumph and tragedy—
A constant memento of life and death
Purge yourself of dead weights

Happiness lies within
Only extract the worries
Every success has a process

Out of the belly flows contentment—the
Opium ushering upliftment and fulfilment

Guaranteed Soporific

Most salient benefit
anorexia nervosa wrought
excerpt, qua gut tease 
burg address er...
four decades and seven years ago
plus countless hours, days, weeks...
elapsed with nary morsel

passing between two lips
starving lovely bones
dedicated grueling proposition
suicide knows no equal,
where puny pubescent (me)
engaged with self 

consuming civil war
testing whether that
psychologically afflicted lad
willingly conceived during
heated passionate lovemaking
'tween young married couple

copulated, created and begat
one scrawny son
flailing his spindly limbs
arm n ham heard skinny legs
still generates risible outbursts
analogous to firearms bursting

nearly met his demise
wit dem dim eyes of his,
though nursed courtesy mother
licensed practical medical practitioner
livingsocial severely undermined,
even presenting disunion
at this moment

peudo soldier of misfortune,
though quasi silver lining
stitched into corporeal being
nsync with coaxing
increased devotion to curry
lame literary accomplishments
until gratefully dead.

No meal taken until task
witnesses completed writing assignment
usually poetically kindled
flummery accomplished
hungry artist hyper aware
literary creativity bubbles forth

accentuated, buttressed pronounced
attempt crafting epistle,
endeavor to write heightened,
when sustenance withheld
body electric induces nattering nabob,
(yours truly) thwarts appetite

digestion process consumes energy
buzzfeeding grumbling beast
within mine belly
predictably, immediately, automatically
satiatiation consummated
to appease nagging wife
induces without fail mine glorious
eyes blink shut tight.

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