Short Prattle Poems

Delicious corpulent prattle stuck
blustering with sins,
cynical posturing grins
slip quietly into the night....

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I’m always the last.
Yet I wield immense power.
Use me, abuse me.
So prattle on, I’ll let you
corral your thoughts, let you breathe.







For Deb's Period contest...
9/10/15...

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seven sisters meet
prattle trivial stories
~jungle babblers song

March 15 2022

For the contest 'Bird haiku' by Tania kitchin

Used how many syllables.com 

Note: Jungle babblers are called as seven sister birds......

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MY BATTLE
Sometimes I feel to lose all of my battle
I hear so many explosion and rattle
Are you going to tell me everything is fine, it's prattle
Don't give up on me, you will be my hassle
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando October 18, 2016...

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BATTLE
Life is a tricky and fierce battle
Most of the time, we have to lose to the unexpected rattle
Don't you think that everything can raise the cattle
Everyone should avoid and stay away from prattle
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando May 23, 2016...

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Forgive me if I prattle on,
But that's what we writers do--
We give a thought a thousand words
When it needed only two.
But now and then we take a theme,
Like an amber leaf in fall--
Ascribe to it a single verse,
Or perhaps no words, at all.

~Mel~...

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Soul Aquiescence


Against what forces do I wrestle?
What unseen phantoms lurk,
Disturbing safety where I nestle,
With every leer and smurk?

Against who's will is this I battle?
Who blinds so I can't see
The truth, that's lost within the prattle?
I fear it's only me.

©deborah burch
3/31/2012...

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Good poetry
is deeply felt,
is clear and musical --
not muddy and confused,
not inept and thoughtless;
not mere dumb prattle.
A poet must
shape language
to his special needs,
understand its proper uses,
harness its power and,
above all, use it
to display, to celebrate,
to glory in his own innate
creative spark....

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Politicos prattle
their prating rattle,
will such rantings ever cease ?
Smugly they sanctimone
as listeners,inward groan;
With theories,so unreal
hypothesising on how we feel;
Will such arrogance condescend
listen,or unbend-
or is it all just talk
sans hard yards of walk.

Trust me,it won't happen again !...

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Politicos prattle
their prating rattle,
will such rantings ever cease ?

Smugly they sanctimone
as listeners,inward groan;
With theories,so unreal
hypothesising on how we feel;

Will such arrogance condescend
listen,or unbend-
or is it all just talk
sans hard yards of walk.

Trust me,it won't happen again !...

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Poor Claire with arthritis she’d battle,
Her bones would shake like a rattle,
She was always tight-lipped,
But her dress she finally zipped,
Relieved she would go on and prattle.


To Ireland, Claire went on a hop
And promptly was caught by a cop
Her face was so red
For in drink she was bred
Till they fed her with milk and a sop....

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Those who have a lot to say
Make sure that they get heard
And even if discouraged
They are often undeterred.

While those who rarely speak their mind
Find quiet is preferred,
Yet sometimes in their silence
They are granted the last word.

The jabberers who bloviate
May splutter, rage and roar
But the more they prattle, we will find
Them easy to ignore....

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ALL TALK

Politicos prattle
their prating rattle,
will such rantings ever cease ?
Smugly they sanctimone
as listeners,inward groan;
With theories,so unreal
hypothesising on how we feel;
Will such arrogance condescend
listen,or unbend-
or is it all just talk
sans hard yards of walk.

Trust me,it won't happen again !

re-post inspired by Lewis's contest...

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f--- your god
could i please go five minutes without hearing about
your god

i don't care about your god
or anything related to him
could i please go ten minutes without hearing some
bible scripture
or a bit of advice
completely based on incredibly old thoughts

f--- your god
could i please go outside and not have to listen to you prattle on about 
your god...

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We may wonder if the painter sensed
that perfect revealing, that apogee,

and how it was understood
that all else,
anything now added,
would be a superfluous footnote.

When that exactness,
that 'just rightness'
arrives out of nowhere,
then
description and explanation
must stand just as needless prattle.

When the ineffable happens
it is time
to throw the brush away....

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The mesmeric sound of wheel on rail

The constant rhythmic rattle.

Watching farms and fields flash past,

Oblivious to others prattle.

A half asleep unblinking stare

It's a sedative sensation,

Broken, when brakes are applied

As we approach the station.

Then back to the jungle,

It's each man for himself.

Jostling, elbows everywhere,

To get your luggage from the shelf....

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Why does your religion
have to disfavor mine
To speak to its converts
and prattle Divine

Foundations this slanted
are poised for a fall
Appeasing their zealots
who follow and maul

More killed by religion
in His holy name
Than famine and pestilence
ever can claim

The tenets left foreign
to God’s true intent
Epiphanies barren
—all grace to relent

(Villanova University: December, 2021)...

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Looking unto Jesus,
Healer of diseases,
He has led me thus far,

Death may win the battle,
Men around may prattle,
But He has won the war.

In this faith, I do stand,
Holding on to His hand,
With all my pain, I cope,

If I can through my life,
Help others through their strife,
How blessed to share my hope!



09.25.17



Contest: Could you, please 
Sponsor: Broken Wings 


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Disturb not my peace! Oh flowers!
With thy sweet scents, that haunt, daunt
Worse, thy prattle with butterflies
Lest her thoughts retrace my heart; taunt

Disturb not my sloth! Oh silly winds
With thy grating, gyrating caresses
You rind my confidence, I had
Been pretending with courage-false

Disturb not my silence! Oh senses!
With dreams, desires and promises
I spurned long ago your finesse
When she took my love; gave distress...

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Everything falls to pieces,
as the reality of my worthless existence
dawns on me.
So I crawl;
to that empty space
I call my mind.
To hide from the world
that wishes to
prick,
prattle,
and probe
until there is nothing left.
Except for me,
and my insecurities.
A endless assemblage
of dreams and regrets,
that have led me
to believe - 
THERE IS nothing left.
So as the last tear flows
I only hope,
tomorrow will be
a little less bleak,
Without Me....

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Drip drop
titter tatter
hear the raindrops
pitter patter
falling faster
growing fatter
hit the ground
splash and splatter.

Prattle tattle
swish and swizzle
hear them make
the sidewalk sizzle
pitter pitter
drip and drizzle
falling softer
start to fizzle.

Drip drip drip
they tap the pane
drip drip drop
they start to wane
rush gush
the gutters drain
hear the music
of the rain.



Elelment - Water/Rain   Sense - Sound/Hearing...

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Harold died leaving six behind,
Whom few close families might mind
By being to them honestly kind.
They'd cross them in streets like the blind!

Harold's son by slight buffoon,
As he does self in pubs cocoon,
His daughters! 'Yes' to men too soon,
At nights waiting to kiss the moon...

Six left by Dad to face the battle,
The Eldest thinks they're all cattle,
Second, that they simply prattle
While The Last is the most rattled...

The truth: They are embattled!...

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A family get-together 
We're all here
It's a unique occasion 
At first it may appear 
Like an insane invasion 
Compensating for lost cheer
With family, held dear
Simply, be prepared to babble 
For loads of kinfolk, prattle 

It's awesome to see 
Everyone, spinning up a memory  
Touching our thoughts in say
Past time, thinking back find
Like yesterdays, we visit today
Walking magically, faraway
Through, recalling mind 
All paying tribute, without delay 
To a reminiscing find...

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