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all day long the heads
talk of doom and disaster
warning us to stay calm
the end of days is nigh
an old poet finds a word
Sticks and stones may break your bones
But names can put you down
I'd rather have broken bones
Than be the talk of the town
In truth Clare Quilty
Was clearly guilty,
While humble Humbert Humbert
Was fervently pervert.
The issue to talk of
What told us Nabokov ?
people can tell
my the smell
and holiday bells
that love is around
its the Christmas sound
santa walking up and down
its the
TALK OF THE TOWN
There once was a giant named Gowan,
his superior strength unrenowned.
He took a wizard’s staff
and broke it in half
And now he’s the talk of the town.
Words are used to express self
Words talk of life’s small journeys
Words tell of love and the heart
Words are eternal
Russell Sivey
I like to spend time in Chicago
on old Oak Street beach along Lago
Michigan. There I can
watch girls tan and hear a man
talk of his windy city long ago.
It would be so unbelievably easy to give that half an hour talk of whatever for just a fiver with meaningever
Why existence wouldn't trade it?
Mean
ingless
Can you talk of your experience,
or is language a gift recalled
Without a tribute, silence reigns
—you mute to Heaven’s call
(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)
If I were that girl in the photograph
They glared, they stared you had to be there
A room filled with eyes
Was not a surprise
Talk of the town but look how time flies
Mama wants to talk of birds and the bees.
Wonder why she wants to tell about these.
I know that birds sing
And honey bees sting.
I'd rather fly my new kite in the breeze.
Lost freedom no more Byron
free speaking but felt in iron
Then we said what we thought
now we just say what we ought
Let us sit down now on the carpet and talk of sad stories
If I were to write you in my heart
I would talk of the beauty
of the bees and flowers
And just like a flower loves the bee
My love for you just gives
I LOVE YOU!!!l
Till now I do not know,
purity of human mind and actions.
Signature is printed mistake.
Oath is a verbal crucifixion.
Promise is a postponed lie.
Truth is the talk of cowards
Sometimes I observe mankind, when the chaos seems to cease:
I observe how man still, chooses to behave.
I see some men talk of love and peace,
and us....sending them to their grave.
it was everyone's hanging spot
the talk of the town teenagers
every afternoon during summer
that's where you'd find
the town kids
challenging their strength
swinging from the rope
What shall I write of you
When you give me all the words
What shall I think of you
When you give me all the thoughts
What shall I talk of you
When you know all that is in the hearts
Talk of an Oasis feud is over,
Brit-pop the corks for the supernova,
fair play to those Burnage boys,
tour dates set to make some noise,
they'll walk in sunshine, champagne and clover.
Back in the saddle, a familiar old tune
Ain't as agile as when I was a young buffoon
Drove girls squirrelly
With lingo so syrupy
Talk of the town even made old grannies swoon
Back in the saddle, a familiar old tune
Ain't as agile as when I was a young buffoon
Drove girls squirrelly
With lingo so syrupy
Talk of the town even made old grannies swoon
My mama calls me Adeleke... I wear the crown,
but this blue buddy calls me Ady, I won't frown.
She gave me a new, noble name...a gorgeous gown;
Crystal's gown, Ady's crown...talk of the town.
WORDPLAY
to my poet peers,
in this PS sphere;
where many shed a tear
with talk of yesteryear;
Few puns do I hear !
so please my reader dear
p'raps you'll give a steer
& bring a smile near
To describe a house one lives in
is to talk of wood, blistered
by the sun, cracked into years
Resolute and aged
in the strength of its frame
firm upon the earth
in its history of being a house
Don't you jive me no more blues
You take this my gin my booze
One here needs to get a life
Talk of Christ on my world cruise.
18/3/2020
Entered into Jenish Somadas
Let the pen flow Poetry Contest.
WHAT CAN THE MATTER BE?
Words bring poems near
to my poet peers,
in this PS sphere;
Many shed a tear
with talk of yesteryear;
But no puns do I hear !
oh reader ,my dear
p'raps you'll give a steer.