Short Blubbering Poems

sea lions crying loud 
       orcas don’t sleep very much ~
            one blubbering mess



A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE
Sponsored by Brian strand
Syllable counter PS 5/7/5
02/05/22...

Read More

“The diva is high,” says the news,
“huge splash in the pool and a bruise.”
She scores off the scale.
She’s thin as a whale.
Crowd wades in her blubbering blues.

2/12/2022...

Read More

blubbering
fools, we humans,
or cold,
syncopated 
by the shivering
bluish lips
of thieves,
erecting
statues
to themselves
in Southern
atmospheric haste.
we wipe away the germs
STAT
stitches up her dress

9/1/2018...

Read More

Dip 'em in caramelized honey or gummies
Without it, they taste kinda funny and runny
A Carnivale only for bobblehead gods
A barrel of laughs for the rest of us clods
That are blubbering bobbling bobbers bobbing 
For corn-on-the-cob
...

Read More

Gobble gobble ho ho ho it's the language of the season
Time for long johns, mittens also coughing and sneezin'
Kissing strangers in the street
Blubbering emotion you excrete
Mostly it's time for a “you, your wife and Santa” threesome!...

Read More

Gobble gobble ho ho ho it's the language of the season
Time for long johns, mittens also coughing and sneezin'
Kissing strangers in the street
Blubbering emotion you excrete
Mostly it's time for a “you, your wife and Santa” threesome!...

Read More

Bawling, blubbering
yowling, howling
crying for a day...

Weeping, wailing, whimpering  
sympathy for pay

Relatives nonexistent?
No one left to care?

Snivels, sobs, tears to shed
sorrowful sordid wares
ghoulishly, greedily
auctioning
despair...

Read More

Gobble gobble ho ho ho it's the language of the season
Time for long johns, mittens as well as coughing and sneezin'
Kissing strangers in the street
Blubbering emotion you excrete
Mostly it's time for a “you, your wife and Santa” threesome!...

Read More

Few oldsters or broken-sters travel in their wheelchairs in style.
Mrs. Graffitin is an exception, her uniqueness makes all of us smile.
Her foot was gnawed off sixty years ago by a blubbering crocodile.
She is a wheelchair designer, and her wheelchair is always in style....

Read More

Oh no! Again she’s been hijacked!
Woe to me, for though her shell is the same:
Dainty and fair; she’s turned a raging maniac!
A blubbering bear and volatile flame
I let the anger subside and the angel come back
to enjoy another month of my dame. 



**For the Quatret Contest**...

Read More

Sitting with a lap full of tears
Asking the air for help
The blubbering sobs that scrimp and save for recognition
Help me please 
but the nothingness holds its breadth
twisting my agony 
in its tortured game of hide and never find
Somebody please help me
but the silence amplifies my fear
Alone...

Read More

You are on a little roll today
I have no idea what he is speaking of
But I know one thing
He is always speaking

Yak Yak Yak
Yuk Yuk Yuk
Yak Yak Yak
Chat Chat Chat
Blab Blab Blab
Gossip Gossip Gossip
Constant blubbering and blathering

You are a wild woman he says
I ignore him
Not wanting to encourage
any more words to come out of his mouth...

Read More

She has no friends
Tells me this via text at 1:43 a.m.
I barely know her
A sliver of barely

She says her father has recently passed
Confides that she has no friends, no support group
She had spent her life helping her father
I find out later that her father has been gone twelve years

That is enough blubbering, wailing and keening for most.
She is not most....

Read More

so
when so
soon is due
the expected
the anticipated
day of day of days

truly
one and 
the same
birth and day
that the cast is on
the stage premiere of

birthday
certainly a
musical but not
at birth but just at
the first that the song
is sung as a blubbering one

glares
beyond
the cake
and candles
not even making a
wish with a bib slobbering smile...

Read More

Little brother, do stand up high
And reach for my hand
Whilst I wipe your tears

And guide you past my stumbling toys
Like a drunken sailor with a blubbering cold
You latch on tight, like an Octopus bite

And catch my eye with that naive smile
To push-on by and walk with pride

No need for hands
Just a mischievous smirk
As you wave bye-bye

With my favourite toy!...

Read More

*lemon tree filled*
*with colorful melody*
*blubbering    hearts*
*and lumbering   luminosity*
*it’s countenance cheering upward*
*ferocious in it joyful cacophony*
*spreading wide its branches*
*buffet of pluming propensity*
*bullish in its  bittersweet*
*its red and yellow sweets*
*swathed     resurrection*
*Summer-squeeze of fruity leaves*
/
/
/
/
/
V V

5/19/2021...

Read More

On that day I first opened my eyes,
The fourth of June, the month you despise.
I saw the tears, your blubbering lies,
your hate-filled speech as you curse the skies.
I was your baby, innocent and pure,
You saw a demon and a need for cure.
So you yell and I plead,
You burn and I bleed.
Am I to blame for your lustless lives?
My birth not flowers, but a bed of knives?
You're in pain, I can see,
But please mom. Don't hurt me....

Read More

I am sorry                
O far snowy forests 
in her side 
I am 
sorry...               
As i travel today 
after long years 
The love's old ways 
I,                        
I just recall:           
I resisted her and 
rebuked              
Spit and slapped    
Rolled her wrist, 
pushed and 
thrashed          
While tears rolled 
down her flowery 
face                       
And how              
she had 
blubbering begged 
to go......

Read More

That was the partition of body that prepared to rejection
And its dance fascination which loaded with the blubbering
And the tremor of collision with clamor
And the affiliation of the others to their enemies
And the paleness of theirs shapes which sitting in the sight of evil , and replete of their death
That final Homeland , I see it filled with regret , Staring at the absence
Seeping along with the steps instinct , and the entity sin
and gaze at our souls paths ....

Read More

when a kid
no not a
goat
start
again

when a
child before
playing
with
tinker

toys
logs
and
bricks
i had

blocks
to free
the mind
for each
block

had
a letter
on all
six
sides

not
being
dyslexic
i'd throw
two blocks

at a
time
like 
shooting
craps

blubbering
nothing that
sounded
anything
like

lucky
seven
being
only
two

years old
building by
putting the
letters in
line

0uXNpc
seemed
to be such
a wonderful
word...

Read More