Have you met that gal? She is a live wire!
She will show you tricks other girls do not know.
Sam keeps his mouth shut; he knows her well.
But he is hoping to learn some incriminating evidence,
the next time she tattles on him to Mom and Dad.
Categories:
tattles, humorous,
Form: Free verse
Scats scattered in field
tell who or what's been there.
Footprints lined up
like string of daisy chain
stick figures in rogues gallery
outside the window,
tell who's been where, and when.
Outside the grass is indented, sticks snapped
leaves out of place, leaf litter rustled,
Inside the room wreaks of disturbance
tells me someone has entered,
someone has been in there.
Odours lingering and lolling a
bout in still dank room air
tell whose been doing what, in there.
There are no secrets
hidden from telltale tattles,
forensic.
Categories:
tattles, peace,
Form: Free verse
I walked a gentle slope
My heart full of hope
A sight serene to me
A sea to see to be free
Traverse the hill
For a lonely thrill
Look upon it all
But dare not fall
An ocean of gray
Where pilgrims still pray
A lighthouse illuminates
Our fate of hate
But still we dream
Of being one team
A nod of the head
The earth is my bed
Wise are leaf rattles
I'm amused by their tattles
If here I fell asleep
My purity I could keep
It's always a pity
That I return to the city
But still I walked a gentle slope
My heart bursting with hope
Categories:
tattles, appreciation, hope, nature, peace,
Form: Free verse
Never have I seen a boy
As awful as my brother.
Ugly meany took my toy.
Gonna go tell Mother.
He'll tell her I took his dime.
Tattles on me all the time,
Yells 'bout one thing or 'nother!
Categories:
tattles, children,
Form: Acrostic
SHADOWS
Actors on a dimly lit stage...
SCENE 1:
dead-eyed audience
whispers behind the black curtains
plastics smiles
reluctant hands
chained feet
pouted lips ...
SCENE 2:
... arctic hors d'oeuvre
copious food
wines, beers - pride Irish!
trivial tattles
inebriated
blank heads...
SCENE 3:
... crawl upstairs
darkness, touch and feel
snores, toss and turn, toss and turn …
cock craw
morning …
a vicious circle
SCENE 4:
cold eyes bores to sky ...
Categories:
tattles, life,
Form: ABC
WHAT’S IN A NAME
My Name?
I'll set the record straight, right now for what it's worth
Wordancer was not the name my mother gave me at my birth.
My avatar can be Emu, Fairy, Frog, or a dinner suited Wagtail
Like the one who tattles to the birds when a Cat is on their trail.
This Poetically Spirited Soup shows there’s a welcome at the door,
I don't know you; you don't know me, I'll see you on the dance floor
As I travel through this varied life other names I sometimes own,
Like, Eliza and Threadneedle, they're all part of me alone.
On the Southern Fleurieu Peninsula, on the South Australian coast
Near the town of Yankalilla, is the place that I haunt most,
And if you're ever down our way the door is left ajar
You'll be welcome whether travelling from close by or from afar.
Oh yes, I love to dance.
Wordancer
Categories:
tattles, confusion, friendship, imagination, mystery,
Form: Rhyme
perhappenchance
How a dog feels when his neutered
And the vet is undisputed
And the Shiela’s cut you dead
with icy glaze
Coventry uninviting
Really not exciting
Hard eyes are a biting
Should I say
Quick as lightning’s frosty feelings
Inside her head is wheeling
Thoughts of hate now revealing
Petty jealousy
this sunny day
Computer talks and rattles
And the flirting tale a tattles
And it’s not me he prattles
Never never, can I say
I’m only a computer
I’m not the bloody suitor
So switch me off an leave me
Keyboard’s stricken to obey
But time will maybe soften
My sweet comes back to me
As I try to push the misery away
To dodge the loathsome glance
Get a smile perchance
get my sweetie back
Some other bloody way……perhappenchance?
Don Johnson 18-may-11
Categories:
tattles, adventureme,
Form: Rhyme
I blush when I think about the makeup
Of Man. At birth he's weak and insecure
He's helpless, ignorant- a little pup
Has more going for him than this treasure.
And when he matures, mental growth is slight.
He whines and pines and broods o'er picayune
Events: It's too hot! I'm cold! That's too tight!
I hate my job! That cost too much! A tune
That's sung ad infinitum-- Maddening!
There's absolutely no relief from it.
He lies and cheats exaggerates most things.
Befuddles, muddles, meddles, throws a fit.
He battles, tattles, prattles--Stop! Enough
I say, stop the world I want to get off!
Categories:
tattles, adventure
Form: Sonnet