Bibble poems on Hello Poetry

Mark Wanless Sep 2016

Do Soom

hi bibble do bibble do be
a new manifestation hell know
where is the carriage of children
death to those who do not see

he bibble do bibble where do you be
across the empty you roam
a child is is and you believe
death to those who fear

i see nought i swear nought
don't look say i please
this mind is fuzzy
just give me a beer please

** bibble do bibble doh dibble be
you shred a care i shred you back
she gone be she gone be she gone again
death or maybe or maybe wont

is there is not beyond the see
i can't be but here again
again i crawl i lift i work
death do death do you do death soom

#death #be

The Knave of Spades Aug 2013

On Massachusetts Ave.

Bus-riding, crumb-counting hand wringers
Bibble-babbler, channel-flipper slogan slingers
Keep the volume loud enough to drown out the machines
That fill their cupped hands daily with excrement and dreams
These are the ****** of the canon

Button-pushing, lever-pulling product users
Wife-buying, tax-paying alcohol abusers
Emasculated monkeys done up in black and white
Clock in in the morning and flock home late at night
These are the ****** of the canon

Train-conducting, ring-leading hand shakers
String-fingered, queue-cutting, man makers
Drive home, cursing, lonely, breaking bones beneath their wheels
Without the time to diagnose that emptiness they feel
These are the ****** of the canon

Written over the course of a week or so on walks to and back from work.

martin Mar 2017

Mary from the dairy

If everything is going wrong
And your mood is blue
See Mary in the dairy
She'll put things right for you

If rain has soaked you to the skin
Your horse has lost a shoe
Mary in the dairy
She's the one for you

She'll nip your tuck
And tip your buck
Bust your boomaroo
Riddle down your bibble-up
Make you feel like new

She'll sum you up with one look
Remember what I say
She can read you like a book
Brighten up your day

Jude Rate Mar 2013

Coffee House Sketch

small irregular steps, like
a little kid top-toeing towards
a cookie jar, his jar
a lonely lady
buried in her latest ‘good read’
behind her now, his hands
eclipse light, ‘guess who’
‘*******’ she moans. his fat ***
teeter-totters on the chairs face,
his eyes catch her shut book,
denoting a ****** title, laughing
he jokes about windmill dunking
it in the tableside wastebasket
scoffing as she claws at the book,
before 180 dunking it in her bag,
which resembles a shelter for some
petty, puny & pathetic dog

she bibble babbles blah blah,
his eyes entranced on her chest
hoping the slightest bump will
blast her ***** through her blouse
like an airbag. distracted
by bowels, he debates cutting
cheese. gas leaks through a forest
of *** hair. overpriced coffee odors
mask the lingering stench as it floats
like a boat through espresso &
cappuccino airways; docking
my attention to a tech boy blinded
by his desktop. to infatuated to notice
the pair of blushing blue eyes blessing him
from a corner table. an old man
at his starboard laughs as he clings to his cane
like it’s the decaying hand
of his deceased wife.

JaxSpade May 2019

Velvet Night

The night was velvet
Goose bumps arrived
While nails slide across the chalkboards
Habit

Screeching
Everone was reaching
For their eardrums
                     Grabbin'

And I was sittin in the middle of this scene
Sandwhiched

I took out my note pad
And started scribblin
              Some scrabble
And here is what I wrote
In the bibble of my babble
~

The night was velvet
Soft in deep colors
And I was visually drowning
In the sea of misunderstanding
With the rest of the others

They wanted me to describe
The drastic destiny of why
We are all here

And when will we all die

On the last night you remembered
                            The night was velvet

The touch that affected you different
You felt that moment

The purpose of you being
Was alive in the breath you spoke
And when you spoke it
You said you'd die

When the life around you exploded

I couldn't question the answer
So I answered the question
Life is just a history of  lesssons

To test your knowledge of learning
What the gift is

And you've learned
The night was velvet

A soft downey skin
Tufted along the fabric of life in sin

When will this all end
As the goosebumps spark fear
In my head hoping I'm not accountable
For everything I did

I think about all I have read
And hope that it is adequate

But I feel the only thing that I've learned

Is...

The night was velvet

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