Short Garrulous Poems

Garrulous old man
Who chattered like a magpie
Is my grandfather....

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A garrulous, loquacious, querulous person can be extremely jejune and petulant.
 
In other words,

They are usually wordy, talkative, cranky-whining and often dull or ill-humored people....

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There was an old lady from Zurich,
Whose husband was garrulous and rich,
He bragged about his new boat,
That it had a steel-like coat,
The boat sank due to an unseen glitch.


May 21, 2023....

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Through the gate of the dale
flew a garrulous gale
tearing through branch and leaf.
We watch; wait for relief.

Leaves and twigs lie scattered;
blooms from the lawn gathered
into a bowl, displayed,
admired before they fade....

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The garrulous little girl
Rambles her mouth at will
Very expressive in her speeches
Touching every heart it reaches
She is already advanced in her knowledge
She should be a stellar student in college
Always talking about physics and chemistry
Along with advanced history...

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Blushing winter windows
Cracked to unwind
Steamy hearts and faithful stars
True love defined
Soft burgundy kisses
Effervescent to remind
Scented candles and bubble baths
Legs intertwined
Garrulous glistening glasses
Trying not to cry
Listening eyes and toasted wives
Eternal sigh...

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Garrulous girls gather
Glorious and giddy
Giggling and gossiping
Geared up endearingly
Go out in groovy nights
Getting glacial but gay
Girls giving grief to guys


Syllables 42. Counted on www.howmanysyllables.com 

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April 27, 2014
Form:PLEIADES 
Dr. Ram Mehta...

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It is almost too cold now
To be in the tops of trees
Shivering in snagged mittens
A woolen over coated ornament
Like black spotted fruit
Gone from sweet to bitter
Whipped by Autumns whining
Amidst garrulous planning birds
Fall conducts her noisy birth
So you whisper “Good Night”,
Your lips pressed against the bark
For that is where the heart is...

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Dependent


How long will you lamely follow
Determined to eat and to swallow?
Should you run away from toil,
Who will fill your pot with oil?

Not as dependents (mouth agape;
Greedy and garrulous as an ape),
But, as a benefactor in this land
Who, to toil, employs his hand-

Whose arm and back is trained
To badly twist but never sprained!


JM	

02nd February 2014...

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WE’RE IN COVENTRY
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS



We’re in coventry, God doesn’t speak to us anymore
He was quite garrulous for so many years afore
He doesn’t converse like he did many centuries ago
He always had a dialogue with Abe and with Moe

It may be that he’s given up trying to guide
He may abandon us or talk only he can decide
We’ve never listened what would be different now
Nothing...

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Childly
Nature
Usually lost
Lavishly
Into her daydreams
Occupied by extreme unfledged guesses  
That turns out with no results, she exclaims…
She is alike the princesses nascence from the garden of eden
Beautiful she is, felo-de-se her appeal – selfsame garrulous, bewrayed ofttimes by her
most heartfelts.
Yet she dances all through the way – lives with eternal sentiments that she copes with her
tears all alone and alone....

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The woods have been gathering here
for long generations,
they have their own arboreal language,
a nocturnal patois
ground out by layers of ligneous skins.
The language is arcane,
it arrives from deep ancestral roots
incantations that turn slowly
into the kernels of long seeded words.

Deep into the night I listen,
then listen yet more
to the garrulous gossiping
of a creaky wooden bed
chatting to a talky timbered floor....

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Memories will always lasts forever 
As we'll all be together and forever 
To invent our own life's meaning easy
But it's still allowed and we'll be happy

While the futile keep espying at us
As they loathe and blabbed about our oneness
And the garrulous prolonged to be taciturn
We equitably annulled their vision 

We're united for an authentic purpose 
And never be diverged sans purpose 
I hope and wish this company to last forever 
And we'll be the last ones standing ever...

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THE HAND THAT HOLDS THE PEN
COMMANDS THE REVOLUTION
AMIDST LOUD ROARS FROM THE DEN
IT WRITES WITHOUT DICTION

IT'S BLOOD SPILT ON GMELINA SHEETS
MY POWER AND KNOWLEDGE,MY THOUGHT AND MIGHT
SPLUTTERING OUT OF INTELLECTUAL WEALTH
WHATEVER IT WRITES I PRESUME IS RIGHT

VOICE OF THE VOICELESS
WRITE ME A SONG
HARMFUL AND HARMLESS
SPEAKER OF EVERY TONGUE

LITTLE DROPS OF GARRULOUS INK
SERVICES RENDERED TO THE JUST AND THE DELIQUENT
WORDS CONNECTED TO MAKE YOU THINK
LITERAL MEMORY OF EVERY INCIDENT...

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