Talker Poems

self absorbed talker

She never gets off the phone first
I can clean my house and vacuum while she is on speaker
She does not seem to hear the noises I am making
Because they are not her noises, so they are inconsequential

She tells me her stories, who she is arguing with this week
What they said, how she took it, why she is angry
She is perpetually angry and loves to blitz this anger down the phone line
I am scrubbing my toilet now; she does not hear the flush

It is not her noise
Thus, it does not
Interest her

Fast Talker

Fast Talker
By: Miracle Man
6/3/2024

The goods being sold
never seemed to matter,   
For her speech was “Faster
than small town chatter”.
An auctioneers voice
was her greatest asset,
and “she could talk the legs
off a chair” I bet.
“She speaks ten words a second,
with gusts to fifty”
But when it came to talent
she wuz sho nuf nifty.

The Talker

She talks and she talks
And then talks some more
She even talks as I'm going out the door
She talks as she walks
She's still running on
While she's running on down the hall
And that's not all
The things she says
Are both childish and silly
They hang in the air all willy-nilly
I can't tell her to quit
And get to the point of it
She'll only go on
And cause me to yawn
So I hurry on home
And just leave her alone
There with the drone
That's uniquely her own

Sealed Lips

One whose lips seals:
Do so at meals.
Don't out things reel;
Try to face feel.
It looks not ideal,
 either you real...

Is that O Neal,
Who can't lips seal?
Watch it at meals;
With pepper deals.

Who can't lips seal:
Please, let wounds heal,
Big laughter peal;
Peace Mankind feel;
Strike The Christ's Deal...

Glance I steal
At Eyes of Steel.
They crush like wheel
And could flesh peel;
On yours a weal...

Talker at meal:
Face your veal.

Male Pretty Talker

My term as a head student will come to an end.
But my three-month term I intend to extend.

I have friends here you know and acquaintances are many
I hope that votes will come, each will contribute his penny.

Take Jenny there I’m sure of her
I will not of her lovemaking refer
Don’t let that shy look distract you
Hidden inside her is quite a shrew.

My program for next term should simply be
Friendship is first, don’t you agree?

There’s Guy and Gus, they are such friends
They give me thumbs up, finger extends.
At least I hope that’s what I’m seeing
I respect them as every human being.

We all must act like a great friendly community
It will be for us friends a great opportunity.

Just like our dear sexy Moll,
A deep cleavage baring her all!!
Oh well let’s concentrate on our thesis
Forget about silicone and another prosthesis.

Between us, I heard that some are cheating,
I don’t wish to bring it before a board meeting.

What, are you leaving so soon, we have much to say.
How come everyone can’t exchange views but shy away?

NB This poem is meant for just fun.

The Incessant Talker On a Phone

I can put the phone down for an hour

her blathering continues

never slows down or stops

5 Am Talker

Early morning hours
awaken
for a long period of time
nonstop for a while
Is this a test or a trial?
sleepless nights taken
many bright lights
a breath of fresh air
no time to prepare
spare me. Much prayers.

Epigram For An Incessant Talker

battered victim was a dying squawker
witnesses were questioned by the police
all said she was an incessant talker
neighbors are glad for the quiet release

May 2, 2022
Contest: Killing with an Epigram 
Sponsor: Margarita Lillico

I Am a Midnight Talker

I am a midnight talker
This is when I get my second wind
It is when I am ready to share my day.
With someone. Anyone.
I look at my phone contacts
Who would be up at this hour?

I look up Australia on a chart
Would she be awake?
She would probably be working.
My eyes fall on Spain.
Do I know anyone in Spain?
I feel ridiculous, but I do not give up.

I look through my phone list, desperate now.
My cousins and my sister have stopped taking my midnight calls.
Their phones are off, so here I sit,
wishing I liked talking during the day.
I will talk to you, my husband says.
What good would that be?
He’s the one I want to talk about.

The Talker

I just want to write
I hate when he keeps talking
mixes my words up

Mrs Rapid Fire Talker

She talks fast
as if she is afraid
if she does not get it out
she might be interrupted

which amuses us
for she is the one
who does all the interrupting
in this lunch room

She is desperate now
for an audience
talking faster.
We flee to our rooms
to eat alone.

Small Talker

You can talk about me 
I don’t mind
say what you see
what you find

Dislike me or my poetry
Your freewill and right
can say to those you see
during day and night

But when you start telling all
your love organ looks small
bitter cowardly and cruel
my friend you are a tool 

write your writes so beautifully 
your poetry has purpose 
unlike your personality 
(I need to nasty word this)

The Talker

Talking mostly all-day long
non-stop
mostly words that are boldly negative
a shutdown
hear and don't hear
please be quiet
let it rest
let me guess
Is this a test?
speak for the best.

Speak words of wisdom
elevate,concentrate,motivate
think before one speak.

Please listen and hear
put away that spear.

Nonsensical Talker

I sit in the lunchroom at the office at work, 
And plan for the days ahead.
When along comes a voice, I know way too well, 
That always fills me with dread.
The time passes by, as she starts to speak,
A champion of the vernacular bleak.
But only words, they come out to torment me,
As a string of nonsensical phrases said,
 
With no real content available, like a hammer to nail in my head.
You have to be polite, suck it up and pay attention 
For to not do so would be to your detriment
As she goes on and on with her diatribe of sound
Yet hasn’t said a thing yet.
God, there are people who have an awful knack,
Of making their mouths move around, 
I wish they had a point and could verbalise their thoughts
When their mouths begin to make sound.


26/10/2018

Being With a Non Listening Talker

Talking. Talking. Talking. At first it is fun, maybe even entertaining.
You are not sure exactly sure when it turns, but it does.
Suddenly the monopolizer’s ramblings no longer seem charming.
Patience worn thin, you try a few times to interject a word.
There is no pause, no break. Constant talking. Inane talking. Nonsense talking.
You try blatant rudeness. Still no pause.
Suddenly you are annoyed, irritated, angry.
It is the same feeling you get as when you put your turn signal on and watch
Incredulously as six cars and a truck speed up, so you miss your turn off the freeway.
Rudeness personified.  Self-centeredness to the inth degree.  Magnificently selfish.
I walk away as she obtusely, self-absorbed, is still talking, talking, talking.
She yells  after me in a way that indicates that I am the rude one.
 I wave, resolving to forevermore avoid this non-listener
 like the plaque that she is.

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