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"blather" poems
we live in times when words have lost their meaning they only serve to fill some soundbite gaps between faces of popstars, politicians, presidential candidates, maybe some refugees, victims of crimes and natural catastrophes and more sensational media creations flooding our lives with unrelenting hype unless you push the button that brings quiet to your life   and you find time to reconsider what it might be  exactly you desire to achieve in the short time we are allotted in this world you will discover it is not the senseless media blather but some coherent thoughts turned into words becoming deeds enacting change leading to bold decisions think for yourself and don’t let others think for you then speak your thoughts in words like others cannot do
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Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 5:53 PM UTC
words & thoughts (sonnet)
“I’m your wave – I told her –   Lay your head right here, Softly on my shoulder. Let your thoughts roam free.” “You’re my air – she told me – You’re my life and sun. Singly we are nothing. Allied we are one.” “I’m your fire – I uttered – Burning bright and mild.” “That be true“ – she muttered, Slender, sound and wild. When we are together, Nothing holds us down The unwashed may blather, Let them laugh and frown. Floating through the cosmos On a marble blue, With the odds against us, We make dreams come true. 24-4-2017
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Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 6:18 AM UTC
I'm Your Wave
The Lioness is one of God's majestic creatures She is mighty ferocious fierce and brave Prides herself in her features While killing the antelope she has desperately crave The Lioness is filled with love Only as she watches her cubs With the lion her belove And protects them from the hard stubs The Lioness is not submissive She lets the lion become king for as long as she pleases Never permissive Until hell freezes The Lioness is the true queen of the pride No one dares challenges her If you do you will not slide You will only talk of blather If you hear her fearsome roar then take heed of this lore
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Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 11:48 AM UTC
The Heart of a Lioness
Sitting in a restaurant Over a cup of coffee And silently having our dinner With hardly anything exciting Either to brag or blather My eyes got hooked On the occupants of the table, next Two kids, seated on small chairs A boy and a girl, obviously a pair of twins Adorably cute, their father, so young Who having placed the order Were in wait for their turn Carrying a tray, as the waiter arrived With something of the plainest kind, Small cartons of French fries, Bottles of sauce and plain ice cream The little faces gleamed in excitement Their beaded eyes riveted, And their heads bobbed in happy approval As their Dad opened the carton And placed before them French fries sprinkled with some sauce The children, sprang to their feet With an upsurge of delight, Jumping up and down, Clapping their hands and shouting! At a small distance, sat we ‘Solemnly’ consuming our meal With nothing to titillate our palette Or excite our toned nerves I thought; How, in course of time, Everything becomes a routine ritual And what stark difference Between our subdued composure And the overwhelming excitement of kids! They haven’t learned yet That such open expression of emotions, Is not in keeping with accepted norms To what peaks of joy, they get catapulted With mere trifles and silly baubles While we remain ever at the bottom Unable to be lifted up Is this what we call aging? Or is it The death of spring The summer’s dirge Autumn’s mellowing Or the chill wave of winter’s blast??
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Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 6:39 AM UTC
Is This What We Call Aging ?
Sitting in a restaurant Over a cup of coffee And silently having our dinner With hardly anything exciting Either to brag or blather My eyes got hooked On the occupants of the table, next Two kids, seated on small chairs A boy and a girl, obviously a pair of twins Adorably cute, their father, so young Who having placed the order Were in wait for their turn Carrying a tray, as the waiter arrived With something of the plainest kind, Small cartons of French fries, Bottles of sauce and plain ice cream The little faces gleamed in excitement Their beaded eyes riveted, And their heads bobbed in happy approval As their Dad opened the carton And placed before them French fries sprinkled with some sauce The children, sprang to their feet With an upsurge of delight, Jumping up and down, Clapping their hands and shouting! At a small distance, sat we ‘Solemnly’ consuming our meal With nothing to titillate our palette Or excite our toned nerves I thought; How, in course of time, Everything becomes a routine ritual And what stark difference Between our subdued composure And the overwhelming excitement of kids! They haven’t learned yet That such open expression of emotions, Is not in keeping with accepted norms To what peaks of joy, they get catapulted With mere trifles and silly baubles While we remain ever at the bottom Unable to be lifted up Is this what we call aging? Or is it The death of spring The summer’s dirge Autumn’s mellowing Or the chill wave of winter’s blast??
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Rocketship Pistol on my hip Quick Shooter No Hitter One Hitter Quitter Express the depress in your chest scribble scrabble blither blather doesn't matter.
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Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 4:04 PM UTC
Rocketship
Reanimate the dead air But not with mindless banter Blither blather Comprised of Contradicting compromises Less is more More or less That's more like it Your'e just a statistic There's always room for improvement Your'e only human An ectomorph waving a white flag A mesomorph crying "SOS" And endomorph in the shallow end experiencing the ripple effect It's a white world White washed Yup You need a strategy To win this raffle So you can win a chance to rub elbows with the snobby upper crust busybodies-chatter boxes It's win win A win lose In all its forthcoming splendor Enhance your station You spineless jellyfish Taking your work home with you Giving yourself scoliosis Bending over backwards Looking for something to depend on A fallback anchor You're in the hot spot You cold sore It's an inside job You canker sore
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Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 11:44 AM UTC
Shigris
alarm dogmatical snakebird dictator **** rooster of electro maniacal damnation wake goober eyed ithyphallic mortal yahoo yawns glacier shuffle to Midas’ bowl brush minty hairy pasty headed ******** seafoam ***** on white vanity beaches shave deceitful murderous metal cartel scraping dead shrubs from yesterday’s winter breakfast egg flour chalk smack guzzling bean kerosene work batshit bureaucratic badgers bludgeon muktuk hamsters lubricating wheels of fortune lunch butcher’s dead friend between greasy toasted cement harlot’s heavenly tomato mating cabbage cousin work taradiddle of martyrs at jargon’s temple blather babble, bumble - copulation without *********** dinner unicorn steaks, butterfly sauté, and leprechaun fingers, a side of manslaughter dolphin sleep a felon’s holiday repeat
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Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 3:56 AM UTC
A day in the life of a married white collar worker
Out in public With a friend, With a brother, With a lover, It's all the same When your soul is sick, When it won't mend, When the truth smothers, Then you'll discover It's all the same. "Be stoic," "Pretend," They blather. No. Never. I'm not the same.
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Dec 24, 2009
Dec 24, 2009 at 12:08 PM UTC
Unique
What the eff is up with this site? Why is it most people on the front page can't write? Folks just babble on and on... Or spit out a two line poem Which is fine if it's a two punch knockout Instead of sounding like a grammar school dropout And why do certain things get so many views? I can't seem to get more than two Post crap if you want, if that's what people write But they should give everybody a chance on this site So I don't write about flowers or blather on about paint So I don't pretend to be something I ain't We should all have a voice here, The good and the bad The silly, the happy, the lost and the sad So come on hellopetry, give gutter poets a try If you'd rise just a bit, we could meet eye to eye.
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May 28, 2021
May 28, 2021 at 3:31 PM UTC
A is for first
Its annoyance Anointed In pessimistic clairvoyance Its the avoidance Of the simplistic And stoical Components Its motion Less Ness In oceans Of lip service Its ***** potions For the passionate Its fake **** And face lifts Its abortions In portions Of subordinates As gifts In gifs Of gorgeous Ordinance Distorted In tortured Tapping Of the dead Its all the fame In shoving The pain Of loving In the oven Of stubborn Mothers Blubbering Under the covers With other men Its the omens Of the oh mans In roman Misnomers Of fortunate Misfortunes Torn From time Its the mine mine mines Confined To their own kind Pre signed In old blood Its consignment killers Its the drugs Its timeless thrillers Its the shrugs Its the thunder Plundering Structures Rattling out From under the bed Its all the thoughts In our heads Blaring The booms Of the tamed Its the assumed The restrained Its this tomb Of shame In doing The same Old **** again And again Its been Better Then again I grin When Cold Its when i should fold That i embolden Its all the No's Its blankets nose Its the cut blow And lack of flow Its fists and elbows As opposed To safety locks Its ******* flu shots Its everything That ****** me off Its the the stupid robots And the silly riot cops Fencing in the famished flocks Its the ***** And the ***** In plastic boxes Giving rocks Off Without us Its the gold pots And stacked stocks Locked From us Its the Rocks Inside my socks As they knock The blocks Of billy bobs Bobbling On the dash Its the harsh And its the rash Its inside the last Bastion Of dummassez passing Through the Blast radius. Alas Its the mass graves And the paved pools Of anyone who knew Anyone who stood Its all us fools As cool kids Knowing No show biz In soul **** Its in knowing this And ******** And barking At the moon Soon To swoon None I am peaking soon In looming threat Of lost concepts Slipping away Under the sun Electing to quit While im ahead Way back when It was fun Way back when It mattered Its a gun Shooting blather Blathering As a bladder Would Misanthropic And misunderstood A changed topic Knock on wood Bye is good Goodbye Told you Its implied In rite So Good night Until next time
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Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 2:59 AM UTC
Blather shoot
Its annoyance Anointed In pessimistic clairvoyance Its the avoidance Of the simplistic And stoical Components Its motion Less Ness In oceans Of lip service Its ***** potions For the passionate Its fake **** And face lifts Its abortions In portions Of subordinates As gifts In gifs Of gorgeous Ordinance Distorted In tortured Tapping Of the dead Its all the fame In shoving The pain Of loving In the oven Of stubborn Mothers Blubbering Under the covers With other men Its the omens Of the oh mans In roman Misnomers Of fortunate Misfortunes Torn From time Its the mine mine mines Confined To their own kind Pre signed In old blood Its consignment killers Its the drugs Its timeless thrillers Its the shrugs Its the thunder Plundering Structures Rattling out From under the bed Its all the thoughts In our heads Blaring The booms Of the tamed Its the assumed The restrained Its this tomb Of shame In doing The same Old **** again And again Its been Better Then again I grin When Cold Its when i should fold That i embolden Its all the No's Its blankets nose Its the cut blow And lack of flow Its fists and elbows As opposed To safety locks Its ******* flu shots Its everything That ****** me off Its the the stupid robots And the silly riot cops Fencing in the famished flocks Its the ***** And the ***** In plastic boxes Giving rocks Off Without us Its the gold pots And stacked stocks Locked From us Its the Rocks Inside my socks As they knock The blocks Of billy bobs Bobbling On the dash Its the harsh And its the rash Its inside the last Bastion Of dummassez passing Through the Blast radius. Alas Its the mass graves And the paved pools Of anyone who knew Anyone who stood Its all us fools As cool kids Knowing No show biz In soul **** Its in knowing this And ******** And barking At the moon Soon To swoon None I am peaking soon In looming threat Of lost concepts Slipping away Under the sun Electing to quit While im ahead Way back when It was fun Way back when It mattered Its a gun Shooting blather Blathering As a bladder Would Misanthropic And misunderstood A changed topic Knock on wood Bye is good Goodbye Told you Its implied In rite So Good night Until next time
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Here Is a timely Noun to consider From the Merriam-Webster page. "Trumpery." Note (at bottom) the list of near-antonyms; what is the opposite of trumpery? [Popularity: Bottom 40% of words] trumpery noun trum·pery \ˈtrəm-p(ə-)rē\ Definition of trumpery 1 a : worthless nonsense b : trivial or useless articles : junk <a wagon loaded with household trumpery — Washington Irving> 2 archaic : ****** finery Origin of trumpery Middle English (Scots) trompery deceit, from Middle French, from tromper to deceive First Known Use: 15th century Examples of trumpery <claims for weight-loss products that are based much more on Madison-Avenue trumpery than on bariatric science> Related to trumpery Synonyms applesauce [slang], balderdash, baloney (also boloney), beans, bilge, blah (also blah-blah), blarney, blather, blatherskite, blither, bosh, bull [slang], bunk, bunkum (or ******** claptrap, codswallop [British], crapola [slang], crock, drivel, drool, fiddle, fiddle-faddle, fiddlesticks, flannel [British], flapdoodle, folderol (also falderal), folly, foolishness, fudge, garbage, guff, hogwash, hokeypokey, hokum, hoodoo, hooey, horsefeathers [slang], humbug, humbuggery, jazz, malarkey (also malarky), moonshine, muck, nerts [slang], nuts, piffle, poppycock, punk, rot, ******* senselessness, silliness, slush, stupidity, taradiddle (or tarradiddle), tommyrot, tosh, trash, nonsense, twaddle Related Words absurdity, asininity, fatuity, foolery, idiocy, imbecility, inaneness, inanity, insanity, kookiness, lunacy; absurdness, craziness, madness, senselessness, witlessness; hoity-toity, monkey business, monkeyshine(s), shenanigan(s), tomfoolery; gas, hot air, rigmarole (also rigamarole); double-talk, greek, hocus-pocus Near Antonyms levelheadedness, rationality, reasonability, reasonableness, sensibleness; common sense, horse sense, sense; discernment, judgment (or judgement), wisdom By: Robinson Bolkum
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Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 6:44 PM UTC
Trumpery
Here Is a timely Noun to consider From the Merriam-Webster page. "Trumpery." Note (at bottom) the list of near-antonyms; what is the opposite of trumpery? [Popularity: Bottom 40% of words] trumpery noun trum·pery \ˈtrəm-p(ə-)rē\ Definition of trumpery 1 a : worthless nonsense b : trivial or useless articles : junk <a wagon loaded with household trumpery — Washington Irving> 2 archaic : ****** finery Origin of trumpery Middle English (Scots) trompery deceit, from Middle French, from tromper to deceive First Known Use: 15th century Examples of trumpery <claims for weight-loss products that are based much more on Madison-Avenue trumpery than on bariatric science> Related to trumpery Synonyms applesauce [slang], balderdash, baloney (also boloney), beans, bilge, blah (also blah-blah), blarney, blather, blatherskite, blither, bosh, bull [slang], bunk, bunkum (or ******** claptrap, codswallop [British], crapola [slang], crock, drivel, drool, fiddle, fiddle-faddle, fiddlesticks, flannel [British], flapdoodle, folderol (also falderal), folly, foolishness, fudge, garbage, guff, hogwash, hokeypokey, hokum, hoodoo, hooey, horsefeathers [slang], humbug, humbuggery, jazz, malarkey (also malarky), moonshine, muck, nerts [slang], nuts, piffle, poppycock, punk, rot, ******* senselessness, silliness, slush, stupidity, taradiddle (or tarradiddle), tommyrot, tosh, trash, nonsense, twaddle Related Words absurdity, asininity, fatuity, foolery, idiocy, imbecility, inaneness, inanity, insanity, kookiness, lunacy; absurdness, craziness, madness, senselessness, witlessness; hoity-toity, monkey business, monkeyshine(s), shenanigan(s), tomfoolery; gas, hot air, rigmarole (also rigamarole); double-talk, greek, hocus-pocus Near Antonyms levelheadedness, rationality, reasonability, reasonableness, sensibleness; common sense, horse sense, sense; discernment, judgment (or judgement), wisdom By: Robinson Bolkum
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There are three B's intimately connected to a spinal cord injury, bowel, bladder, and blather. The gut severed from the brain is rudderless. Both bowel and bladder require outside assistance which brings in blather. The care giver, the talker. One time, in my case a born again ****** searcher. Not for **** but for digital conversion. My *** well in hand I heard the purr, "Do you believe in Jesus?"
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Aug 25, 2012
Aug 25, 2012 at 8:11 PM UTC
Digital conversion
perhaps it is the weather a prolonged absence of the sun or presence of the winter cold or just a temporary fashion the media as well as many webbéd sites simply abound with dreary blather      of lovers lost and death so cold      the lonesomeness of every single soul      and how s/he suffers when s/he writes spelled out at length with no discretion we know that people suffer from depression or unquenchable anger at the world and how through proper treatments you can considerably relieve the pain fix them in words is one of them     but may not be enough sometimes a mix of pills and pen may do the trick and help you     write yourself through your misty prison walls     discover unlocked doors hidden in plain sight     step out into the sunshine         from the darkest night you are the sun     whose radiance illuminates the world     lends brilliance to your life     sheds light on everything you’ve done and soon you’ll notice even the weather is getting bether …
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Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 12:39 PM UTC
moods of the season
this morning I awoke to find little lettered squares imprinted across the side of my face,            then didst I realize, that cyber space had finally done its number on me                         slither slather blither blather slobbering  cyber chopper               knee-jerk hackneyed pavlovian dog speak of impetuous  heartlessness              stereotyping  label blasting  categorizing  pigeon-holing  generalizing       multi tasking bifurcating bloviating palaver,  ever clingy maudlin  inflamed impassioned souls          trolling   the myriad  disparate windows looking for some misbegotten stimulus   so invested in their hatred and fear that peace is the most threatening thing they can imagine ------      and me? the sneering cynical maladroit among the masses of averageness and mediocrity...
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Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 9:34 PM UTC
popular chat
That's Nonsense! That's beans! babble! bunkum! bogus! baloney! blither! blather! blah blah! ******** balderdash! blarney! ******** That's crapola! claptrap! codswallop! That's drivel! That's fiddlesticks! flapdoodle! frippery! folderol! That's guff garbage gibberish! gobbledygook! That's horse hockey! hocus-pocus! hokum! hogwash! humbug! hooey! humdrum! That's jibber-jabber! jive! jazz! That's malarkey! mumbo-jumbo! monkeyshines!   That's Nuts! That's poppycock! piffle! prattle! That, sir, is ******* and RIGMAROLE! That's trash tripe and twaddle That, sir, is NONSENSE!
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Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 7:09 PM UTC
That's Nonsense!
Said he 'shut yer gobs ye ****** boggers' Keen on blatherin' ye spent yer days with yer tongue sharp as a dagger O ter be 'onest ye be pattin yer boat. Aul' ducks,yung ducks all makin' faults. Cats eatin' bazz i say blather ye boyo A man makin' money, no divils in county mayo Yer gobs flippin' like hoors feckin **** Smart fellas know ter kick yer barse Me,a **** in carrickfergus jammy am i? Come 'ere ye be told a secret ye culchie A man pushin his **** tryin ter find his way Be wide ye yung boyo lots o vultures on yer way
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Oct 3, 2010
Oct 3, 2010 at 3:46 AM UTC
Come 'ere,boyo!
Misty Morning, tunnel exit Radio blaring. Yet more Brexit Shipyards looming in the mist Coffee. Top of this checklist Distantly spied, Golden Arches glisten Dumbly calling those who listen Desperate homeless huddled outside Callous addiction stealing his pride Inside the feckless locals gather Of nameless baby dads they caw & blather No sign of insight, syns nor points Weight of burgers on their joints Red-eyed middle management jostle for WiFi Ketchup spilt upon his tie Spreadsheets, targets, bonuses forgotten Awareness at last. This lunch is rotten Light bursting inside his head Realising how easily he's been led A new day. A Golden New Dawn A middle-management minion reborn Now with joy. Now with flourish New skills, his mind does nourish Never Stop. Ignore what they say And make this day. Make this day. Make this the day.
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Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 6:40 AM UTC
Make This Day
Chatter; Prattle; Babble; Rant; No, not a word… a little red ant. Gossip; Natter; Blather; Chant; The blatherskite’s fluent The charming Prant; Challenge; Confront; Tackle; Dispute; Fervor not here … for the old discarded fruit. Produce ; Partake; Compost; Gone; Leftovers are yours To nibble on
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Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 4:18 PM UTC
Old Farmers market
Ebullient is this exuberant time Of which here-to-fore was but a terse dream! The angel, so lovely, has made herself mine And I am now hers in elated esteem. Her beauty, unbounded, is not superficial: She's sweeter than the honeyed words traded Between us two - ephemeral, distal, Yet not misconstrued as less than elated. Perhaps I'm a fool to blather such thoughts: This woman, though sweet, is a mystery still. We've spoken but moments so broken and hot, Yet with every word that we share, my heart fills With adoration for this angel so fair, And adulation for what put her there.
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Jul 30, 2012
Jul 30, 2012 at 10:12 PM UTC
Adoration and Adulation
Blithering blather of bothering biting bothers that botherly blather their blantant blatherings of bumbling bemusings brought by bringing blue berries back by blue babaoons bumping beehives behind bubba bears big buggy before biggoted bums braving boorish battles
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Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 1:15 AM UTC
No Birds, Just B's [Alliteration game]
Do you like the sound Of other voices: The choir, The chant, The litany? Or is it the sound Of your own voice: The blather, The blither, The grate, The groan? You use volume to make Yourself known; To make yourself heard And join the absurd. Do you like The sound of your own voice? Join in the chorus.
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Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 3:27 PM UTC
The Sound of Your Voice
Just yapping away; claver, clack, waffle, chunter, off at the mouth; yap yap yap yap! Bla!, bl!, bl!, Blar! B~blar! Let's shut our mouths, and stop pretending and drown the blather with cups of tea!
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Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 4:04 PM UTC
Idle chitchat.
dizzying drips in the espresso's wake pool of foam on the counter's face facade of daily blather hiss of saucer's edge rusty change scattered loose. in this, I find the mystery of human use. what we're for why we're there the arm that pours the lips that curve the standing, tired legs that shout "I serve." "I did it." and "I'm  f****ing out."
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Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 6:06 PM UTC
Coffee B****
Chatter; Prattle; Babble; Rant; . No, not a word… a little red ant. . Gossip; Natter; Blather; Chant; . The blatherskite’s fluent The charming Prant; . Challenge; Confront; Tackle; Dispute; . Fervor not here … for the old discarded fruit. . Produce ; Partake; Compost; Gone; . Leftovers are yours To nibble on…
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Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 7:22 PM UTC
Old Farmers market
Contemplating commenting on Susan Jarvis' latest verbal bouquet inspired this. Oh my! I never thought I could write a tribute to PF! (sonnet #MMCXCII) Applause o'er, money pocketed, we'll miss The souls who happ'ly joyed in telling oh Just what they liked of what they read. Or no? O yes. And where's the fun? Is fan mail bliss? We want the fawning blather stooped to kiss Our priceless feet, the limelight's tinsel show Of glory what we truly seek? Think so. But I will wager all such is remiss. Your name and self in Poet's Corner yet Enshrined seems consolation, true. But pay Me e'en a fortune and what I'll regret Is all the fun of playing with folk from day To day as nobodies who in love's debt Shared friendship o'er our musings, yea. 03Apr13f [http://poetfreak.com/205509/id-miss-my-friends.html]
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May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 10:29 PM UTC
I'd Miss My Friends