Short Jabbering Poems
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haggling a huckster’s horse trade
ignoring imaginary ideas of Iodine’s
joyful jubilant jabbering jabberwocky
kibitzing kickapoo kindnesses toward Kelly
lambasting Lilliputin leprechauns leaving Larry
Eyes prying at darkness time
Mouths babbling without a rhyme
Biting at back like coward's teeth
Telling reasons without a beat
They're like parrots from dusk to dawn
Jabbering in someone's lawn
Telling reasons they can't understand
Their mediocrity is grand
Jabbering in his mind
Unclear thoughts, non-cohesive, renegade,
Running wildly with a 1957 Chevy truck,
Honking with a gaggle of winter geese.
Fuzzy dendrite connections,
Brain overload, grabbing out-of-control ideas,
Hoisting them into cyberspace with his unicorn monkey pals.
Dutifully I sit at my dusty desk at dusk
Make magic from the musty mess I must
Fingers fidgeting fighting flight
Thoughts thinking a thousand thoughtless things
Suddenly something sublime sounds
Verily visions of verse vacillate
Jabbering joyously jaunty jumbled jargon
Sabotaging something so salacious
Not for me
of shattered faith
those words of unadulterated care
laid down in
happenstance
gone missing in
disrepair . . .
hollow
. . . lost on reckless screeching wind
cracking windows
blind
raving mad at
empty spaces
slithering
on the floor
jabbering
insane
It seemed a million jabbering crows
And a black fragmenting of sky,
The murder caws, the shadow grows
A frantic pile upon the wide eye.
They clustered trees and pile the lines
Sizzling with power; evening came
In a pandemonium of noise, our minds
Dark curtains parted with flame.
Yet we look, and look at burning night
And did not understand the sight.
Bustling old fella dashing biddly bop by dressed to the nines
with briefcase stuffed under his arm equipped with fixed maniacal grin jabbering to himself while confirming his expressions
to an equally jazzed and jaunty westie he calls Ralph trailing exuberantly behind
let's me know that there are actually still some living beings out there
to learn from
Won't you take the ischlabahn? through mountain fields it lay,
Over svelte, jabbering brooks, the piff-paff plumes shall play.
Jumping, trotting, picking flowers is how we'll spend our day.
When we meet our destination, enjoyment won't be of use,
'Til we ride back together, smoking cigarettes in the caboose
And we'll hold Time up at gunpoint, until he makes a truce!
Form:
Here I lie in a hired bed
Everything around me is red
For their minds bleed much in ponder
Over foolish things, they wonder
The hassle of travelling
But my stomach is quarreling
I need to lie down to past the time
Until all inside me is in full rhyme
Done in SFC, in a hired bed surrounded by prying and barking dogs and jabbering parrots
May 13, 2024
I wonder how people live everyday by bitterly minding other people's business instead of fixing their own life, like jabbering parrots that have no life of their own. Or is it really true that they can't see something great in themselves so they just scoff upon others to pass time? Or are they just hungry dogs paid with slice of bread to bark? Or are they just lazy like pigs to find real living?
After the sun sets
Before the moon peeks
Coldly over frosted ponds
Daylight hovers behind the curtain
Enjoying a cup of darkness
Flirting with the shadows
Gliding easily across the stage
Hungering for its moment
Irrepressible in its need
Jabbering about night’s ego
Kidding with old stars
Longing for the comeback of
Memory’s yellowed edges
Nighttime’s thieves pilfering
The vibrant vistas
Of daybreak’s dreams
Jerry, a jim-dandy jezebel in a jerkwater town,
Jiggled her jangles, joking her jubilant ways up and down.
Juicily Junoesque and jocular, Jerry jawed with the best.
Such jiggery-pokery was soon put to this jerky town’s test.
Jailbirds jammed the sidewalks to see Jerry walk by.
Her jabberwocky jabbering gave them a reason to sigh.
A jaunty jokester with joyous absolute joviality,
Jerry was accepted as the jubilant jezebel of this locality.
Chit chattering so happily, in babyish first conversations,
Like treetop little birdies, sharing emerald observations,
Burbling giddily and gaily, as golden moments evanesce,
Tattling like garden beauty secrets, in the feverish press!
Jabbering enthusiastic jollity, in the success of noon sun,
Rumors of glad gibberish, as droning bees in gilt sudden,
Joyful, twittering chit-chat, at back fence of my gladness,
Gossiping with fascinated grandma, on a summer canvas.
THE JOLLY OF JUSTICE
Jumping Jupiter this July,
ginormous jubilant justice,
jealously judged and justified,
joy went for the jugular.
I'm just the jewel of my destiny,
had to jettison all jesters -
jabbering jackass jesting.
Being too long on jail-flight,
jet-lagged and jaded
until my journey found Jesus
as a Jehovah's jeerer and
juvenile jobless joker,
then justification rid judgement,
joining the jolly of justice.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
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