Short Gossiped Poems
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had
then didn't. Wisped
somehow... or gossiped...
or distracted to Utopia's version
of cockroached virgins stained
glassy through
windows tight enough
for
what?
There was an old vandal in sandals,
Who spread about rumours and scandals,
And it seems a mistake
That I baked her a cake:
She gossiped and kicked out the candles.
For Carolyn’s birthday contest
Little old man, lived in the front pew,
Praying his beads and singing his hymns with virtue
While at home, he gossiped and construed about everyone
Brazen he’d go down to the saloon and have a few and argue about his view
© Eve Roper 4/16/2015
Forgot to submit
Contest Name : What Is Your Hypocrisy
Rubaiyat Form
Sponsor : Justin Bordner
Pretend Marriage
As kids we'd chalk a house plan on the street
and pretend to be grown up families, parroting
what we saw in our parents raising us, their kids.
We smoked cigarettes and had happy hour at night.
We entertained our friends and drank and fretted.
The women gossiped and we husbands talked work.
We all grew bored and decided to never grow up.
Rain erased the chalk but we'd glimpsed our futures.
Called, 'Woman of Shame'
Living life as she knew how
Men secretly desired her,
Women - gossiped; jeered
No one offered true friendship
Not one cared to ask her why.
Stones gathered in hands
The good 'Rabbi' intervened...
He who has no sin, he said,
Please, cast the first stone.
As each one stole away, he turned,
"Go in peace and sin no more".
~*~
Note: For the "Ancient Song" Contest
Sponsored by Rick Praise
The foxes came to call
On a late winter visit
The males name was Clive
The females name was Bridget
They arrived as you and I
Were sitting down to sup
You kindly called them
To the door and asked them what was up
They had the news that no one knows
A tasty bit indeed
We gossiped long into the night
All from that tiny seed
And sent them off with foxy bags
Filled with bobs and bits
The little bird that to them
Carried the word
Alas got none of it
I decided to leave small battles for small fighters:
I stopped fighting those who gossiped about me
I have stopped fighting with my relatives
I stopped fighting for love and attention
I've stopped fighting for my rights in rallies
I stopped fighting to please everyone
I left this fight to those who have nothing to fight for anymore
I began to fight for my vision, my dreams, my ideas and my destiny
The day I gave up on small battles is the day
I became contented and much happier.