Short Chatters Poems
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midway to winter
morning fog shrouds leafless trees
all color is gone
but the robin still chatters
with the last sad chickadee
Where the ice gnaws a brook,
black Ash trees sink waist-high
in the smoking frost.
A chill wind chatters,
my dark coat flaps
like a rook's shadow.
Gray thickness coats all
Cool dampness penetrates morn
Mocking Bird chatters
Soon sun will chase away fog
Cotton clouds float gingerly
Twinge of Revenge
There are those who thought they felt a twinge;
Realized what they really wanted was revenge;
Many chatters;
Nothing matters;
To wash away we sure need another syringe.
Jim Horn
In the hush of dawn the first bird trills a song,
and in a pause is answered by a chorus;
a symphony of chirps, twitters and chatters-
their songs so soothing
Clueless Clara chatters
constantly, blurting out
careless words that create
chaotic confusion
confounding most old folks
causing them to quickly
close off their hearing aids.
THREE FEBRUARY HAIKU
squirrels hiding nuts
on this bright and shining day
that ingrained wisdom
kitty up a tree
squirrel chatters noisily
blue jay stealing nuts
trees like sentinels
stark against the winter sky
life below goes on
How does it matter
The dream being dreamt
Lower mind chatters
Untidy unkempt
As urges scatter
Save in stillness
Stream unbroken
Stuporous-ness
Has core shaken
Our response
In the dream
Joyous stance
Vibrant
In the
Void
21-October-2020
chickadee and squirrel
roommates for a moment
one trills, the other chitter chatters
one has feathers, the other has fluffy fur
none of their colors are the same
they do not have simultaneous beliefs
cannot speak each other’s language
but today each speaks silence.
He chatters so loud
Why is it, he's so angry?
Follows me everywhere.
Maybe he wanted
Me to give him some peanuts
Was something, I did not have.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Nov.30/2005
Maybe next time, he will have some sunflower seeds. That's providing he's behaving himself. LOL
Bottles bobbing in melting ice
Little lights littering the house
Clicking chatters of party guests gushing
Colors creating cosmic creations of fantasy as
My mind drifts into a delightfully dreamy bliss
This is my first attempt at an alliteration. I may have done it completely wrong. Sorry it is so short as well.
a bird is singing
in the sunrise of morning ...
a squirrel chatters
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April 17, 2021
Poetry/haiku
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1347-704-17
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, One Haiku
sponsor, Line Gauthier, Judged 04/20/2021
My cat crunches her chunky canned food,
My cat crawls and creeps, curious- and shrewd;
My cat chatters and croons, so cheerful and charming,
My cat is clever and captivating, carefree- and often alarming.
My cat is so cute and chubby and likes to cuddle with me,
My cat is camping-out on my cozy couch purring on my knee !
Once more brooks babble
Birds and Bees singing their tune
Wind chatters through trees
Natures renewal
Seeds break through eager for Sun
A race to full bloom
Repeat performance
Roses take to center stage
Spring season begins
Contest: Nature Comes To Life
Sponsored by, Carol Brown
Form: Haiku
My Existence said to me,
'The tongue is so vulgar-
day and night it chatters untiring.
Is there any way to silence it? '
I said, 'Why, keep a pebble into your mouth.'
After few days, the Existence once again said to me,
'The tongue has been silent. Now is there
any way to silence the heart? '
I said to him, 'Alas!
Nothing but death can silence a heart ever.'
She’s excited, an entire weekend
with Grandma and Grandpa.
She chatters about friends,
answers questions about school,
then blurts, “I don’t like Katy,
she’s stupid.”
I’m primed to lecture
on name-calling, when she adds,
“She pushed me down,
and hurt my head.”
“That wasn’t very nice,” I say.
“Oh, she’s nice,” she says.
“I don’t know why she’s stupid."
He's funny, he's cute,
He wears a weird suite,
He giggles and chatters and talks to me,
I think he's saying, 'Hello Phoe',
His eyes are red,
His nose; two little black dots on his sweet little head,
His ears two fluffy clouds,
He is very loud,
He doesn't want my sister,
He doesn't want my brother,
He only wants me,
And definitely no other,
He's a Guinea pig,
Called Hedwig.
The sea is beautiful and I love it
and every single at the beach moment
Seagull chatters
Wind no matters
The body turning yummy brownie
My nature has stopped being whiny
I love it!
I love it! I love it!
And the best situation is my dear one
when there shines the shiny beautiful--
Diamond which to have is really such fun
On my right hand and not from a fool
19.05.2016
Love, measured by decades,
casts its shadow
on the imposter,
couched in glamour,
sliding toward a precipice.
Love, matured by trials,
uses its strength
to stand above pretense,
wandering in the dark,
unnourished before its glorified mirror.
Love, marked by sensitivity,
hears what isn't said
during thunderstorms of stress,
listening for dripping of pain to mend,
while the mimic chatters about itself.
The Woodpecker tapping his song
in Morse Code rivetting
A melody to his summer
love, soon change pivotting
The sound carries on air's dampness
Saturated with fog
Moisture coats everything this morn
Frogs sleep in their bog
Birds begin to awake chirping
Surround sound melodies
An angry Mockingbird chatters
Soon some animal will flee
God speaks to me in the morning
His Spirit leads each day
All I have to do is follow Him
As He lights each step's way
Murder, she wrote in coloured pencil
angels cried nothing but time abides
where winds knock upon the window
and there's no place left to hide
So, don't you turn away just yet,
for the crow has not begun to fly
and the rum still hasn't gone dry
Read, were splatters on the wall
chatters chirped and crawled
winters wept wonders called
Roses shone a solemn tone
and those whispers all just went away
*Inspired by Arthur Vaso's flower series*
I was a jolly good clown
Who never once had a frown;
Whenever I was in town
I used to bring the house down.
I once saved a kid from trouble
But lost my voice in the struggle;
My people left me, on the double
They felt I was not worth their trouble.
I’m now a clown who never chatters
Who, on big shoes, absurdly patters;
Although my own life is in tatters
Making kids smile, is now what matters.
04.01.2023
Tatters Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
high in a forest tree
a little songster listens
and answers with phrases
with chatters, twitters, warbles
the little bird hops along a branch
hidden in a green canopy of leaves
singing a song that drifts and dips echoing _
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April 15, 2020
Poetry/Verse/song bird
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1244-072-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
For the contest, Strand No 730 Contest
sponsor, Brian Strand
Honorable Mention
Resentment and Rage
Such a sweet lady
Chatters away on messenger and WhatsApp maybe.
Becomes a life line of care
Both ways we share
Closer and closer we fall
My soul, I gave her my all
Looking forward to a future of union
Love in versions not mine
Sends out words to define
Differences to great
Love so pure, no hate
Without a word gone
Stab in the back, cast aside
No explanation from her side
Resentment, anger, hurt and rage
This is the last chapter and page.
Charm pink upon the horizon
Steel blue clouds many shapes
Ripe pears 'pon the soft dew touched ground
Life has good no mistake
A dog and cat sit in my lap
Cat's claws a source of pain
Nothing compared to what He felt
From the thorns His crown contained
My life has been blessed by His gift
When He came to redeem
A lose and perverse humanity
And gain back man's esteem
The Mockingbird chatters nearby
Those roosters crow at play
Today is like many others
Could He call His church today