Short Tatter Poems
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diddle-daddle idle chatter
many asked what was the matter?
he ran off to be a batter
running bases in pitter patter
bats he used would often shatter
titter tatter chitter chatter
time wasted said the now rich batter
he’s a big shot, said my cousin Datter
Watch it walsh a second more
What would be too late for shore
To see it come when nothing matters
Though once again you knew some tatter
To say you'll find it still a latter
when all you travel comes and gathers
For what is love but by the way
When seas will turn the rivers beiygh
Titter Tatter Pitter Patter Happy Halloween Hal
Got his own jack-o-lantern thanks to a good pal.
What is that? Asked Sassy Sue, his current gal.
She made fun of the jack-o-lantern and his pal Hal.
Titter Tatter Pitter Patter Happy Halloween Hal
Dumped her that very day, and found a more positive gal.
if you crunch me just enough
ring out the flavour
tatter the fluff
i may just fit in the small of your hand
another trinket to command.
But If You Want A Sight To See
Then Feed Me All I Need To Be
And To Great Heights I Will Parade
Dazzling Life To Never Fade
Every Day It's You I Woo
Drench You In Love You Never Knew.
Pitter Patter on my wall, who is it
I hear call.
In my room I sit alone
but I hear you send me a
friendly bong.
Are you telling me a tale
of all who has stayed here alone
as well.
Oh my friendly titter tatter,
won't you tell me what is a
matter.
Are you lonesome too? or is it
just a ghostly boo.
Asking me to notice you.
rags
grimy, sodden,
frustrating, frazzling, hording,
tatter, wretchedness, opulences, luxuries,
cha-chinging, amassing, owing,
abundant, affluent,
riches
Date written: 05/28/2023
Short Forms For Summer Part III
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Summer Simplicity
The east rises glory and it gently sweeps my face,
the fields of yellow caress my eyes with simplicity.
Strawberries and watermelon juicy as a candy-pops,
I hear the June bugs titter-tatter and I drown in felicity.
Date Written: May 22, 2016
Friendship is like a an old antique trunk;
The longer you keeper it the more it is worth.
Friendship is like the fire bellowing,
The closer you are the warmer you get.
Friendship is like a worn out tatter torn teddy bear.
Little bare on the outside but always needed.
Friendship we should always try and keep,
True ones will always be there to the end.
Form:
Massive, ancient, maple crones
rise from the loam.
Bereft of garments, their bark a tatter,
naked roots and limbs
pocked by woodpeckers.
Remnants of their crowning glory, long gone;
lay supine in the jewel weeds.
Moss adheres to the maples northern face
like chin whiskers…….
and shelves of mushrooms skirt their trunks.
Aged, yet strong…..
still, like Atlas;
they shoulder the sky.
Thoughts will gather in my mind.
I seem to see but I am so blind.
Being me is so distinct.
I just hope my brain can link.
Pressure is what I hold.
I try to sell a thing that has been sold.
Even like words that matter.
I sell them even when they are tatter.
Confusing I may have you thinking now.
So I will tell you how.
I mix my words to tell you what has been told.
I can make your mind stop or hold.
platter fell out of cupboard with a loud clatter
mrs mczatter nearly ceased her weird chatter
my uncle datter stopped eating his chocolate cake batter
grandma slatter asked me "what is the matter?"
Platter was metal, so it did not break or shatter
mrs mczatter resumed her incessant pratter
natter and tatter argued who had to pick up the platter
datter wished it had been porcelain "so we would have had a splatter."
what thunder struck
have
i
less lightnings heart break
storm me through vacuums violations
find me brokenness
tatter me torn
lay me still
plant me
bury me
face
me
do me bettering still
revolving perpetual wheel
onto spinning canary feels
this gas'ing we breathe life
intoxicated throughout it all
intoxicating doubts crawl
breathing deeper to fall
not breathing at all
returning to dust
what thunder
struck
?
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
There is love,
Synonymous to life.
reflections may tatter and erode upon mirrors
Seasons may break and pass,
Years may come and go.
However,
Upon life that love has not changed.
For its likeness maintained what the world breaks.
A child is only found in children,
or in one whom has been preserved by a love of this fashion
Conclusively,
my childish soul is to remain.
And only upon a grave will it lastly reside,
As assured by the immutable love i hold for you.