"blether" poems - Hello Poetry

Govan bar banter: Awa' with ye fankle eejits that blether to naw whit they dinnae naw crabbit, drookit moanin, drouthy yer Havers-yins! each unto their ane an' aye bin. Tell markers scoured an' crowned with glee "alas nae blessing naw bolt of wisdom will er'e to strike thee - tis poor soil an' loads o toil an' broken backs" Ach awa with ye! Fir me the skies an' tracks o wilds an' winds that curl yer lugs Hielan mountains glory summers toty story an' bonny lassies dancing - a gallus stoater! that’s fir me. Party racket in Da’s laden jaiket jangle change fir a dram an' enough tae get the Clockwork Orange hame - times hae changed a wee bit no? Seldom ventured tis seldom gained an' aw the while the wee bairns wail Still, life is yin what yin makes of that which drives the world that breaks yer back Remember love! ma banters free to give an' thats all the mare important when it costs so much tae live.

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Nov 5, 2012

Nov 5, 2012 at 8:20 AM UTC

DBeard

Voices from the North part 6

Govan bar banter: Awa' with ye fankle eejits that blether to naw whit they dinnae naw crabbit, drookit moanin, drouthy yer Havers-yins! each unto their ane an' aye bin. Tell markers scoured an' crowned with glee "alas nae blessing naw bolt of wisdom will er'e to strike thee - tis poor soil an' loads o toil an' broken backs" Ach awa with ye! Fir me the skies an' tracks o wilds an' winds that curl yer lugs Hielan mountains glory summers toty story an' bonny lassies dancing - a gallus stoater! that’s fir me. Party racket in Da’s laden jaiket jangle change fir a dram an' enough tae get the Clockwork Orange hame - times hae changed a wee bit no? Seldom ventured tis seldom gained an' aw the while the wee bairns wail Still, life is yin what yin makes of that which drives the world that breaks yer back Remember love! ma banters free to give an' thats all the mare important when it costs so much tae live.

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THE WAY The way through the wilderness is clear, Impossible dreams come true, my dears, Tolerance to be taught to the human race, We're all sparked with mankind's grace, There is a way through the wilderness, Impossible dreams can be achieved, no less. All children do play together, Until dissuaded by adult's blether, The way through the wilderness is clear, Impossible dreams come true, my dears, Kindness taught to the human race, Universal smiles free on everyone's face, The way through the wilderness is clear, Impossible dreams to achieve, my dears.

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Jun 24, 2015

Jun 24, 2015 at 3:34 PM UTC

julie-grenness

THE WAY

THE WAY The way through the wilderness is clear, Impossible dreams come true, my dears, Tolerance to be taught to the human race, We're all sparked with mankind's grace, There is a way through the wilderness, Impossible dreams can be achieved, no less. All children do play together, Until dissuaded by adult's blether, The way through the wilderness is clear, Impossible dreams come true, my dears, Kindness taught to the human race, Universal smiles free on everyone's face, The way through the wilderness is clear, Impossible dreams to achieve, my dears.

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Tree and lights, Shop window sights, Frost and chill, The presents bill! Wrapping up gifts, blizzard in drifts, snow and gritters, chintz and glitter. Anticipation, pupil dilation, paper in shreds, curiosity fed. Turkey and trimmings, mulled drinks brimming, family and friends, latest toy trends. Hat and scarf, children’s laugh, snowman’s nose, frozen toes. Christmas Telly, big full belly, children tired, the roaring log fire. Offspring to bed, all cosy and fed, deepest sleep, Not a sound, not a peep. Snowflake falling, Relatives calling, Music and dance, Lost in a trance. The Festive season, Always good reason, To meet up and blether, Whatever the weather Aduain

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Nov 26, 2018

Nov 26, 2018 at 7:26 AM UTC

Aduain

Is this the perfect Christmas?

Tree and lights, Shop window sights, Frost and chill, The presents bill! Wrapping up gifts, blizzard in drifts, snow and gritters, chintz and glitter. Anticipation, pupil dilation, paper in shreds, curiosity fed. Turkey and trimmings, mulled drinks brimming, family and friends, latest toy trends. Hat and scarf, children’s laugh, snowman’s nose, frozen toes. Christmas Telly, big full belly, children tired, the roaring log fire. Offspring to bed, all cosy and fed, deepest sleep, Not a sound, not a peep. Snowflake falling, Relatives calling, Music and dance, Lost in a trance. The Festive season, Always good reason, To meet up and blether, Whatever the weather Aduain

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Move as though on castors Swept in to subdued void Pierrot lacking puppet master Shrunken waxwork melting I rivet in two eyes black blue For a scrap of validation Mirrored tunnel dark chute Deep abysmal contemplation Blether. Prattle. Jabber on Deaf ears nescient; inattentive Blithely callous their indifference Never yet shall be emotive A flashlight glare. A glint? Volt? Amp; electric neuron No never see; pulse, or breathe Frigid flesh left life extinct. ©pofacedpoetry (Billy Reynard-Bowness 2018 – All rights reserved)

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Aug 24, 2018

Aug 24, 2018 at 8:20 AM UTC

pofacedpoetry

WAITING

Move as though on castors Swept in to subdued void Pierrot lacking puppet master Shrunken waxwork melting I rivet in two eyes black blue For a scrap of validation Mirrored tunnel dark chute Deep abysmal contemplation Blether. Prattle. Jabber on Deaf ears nescient; inattentive Blithely callous their indifference Never yet shall be emotive A flashlight glare. A glint? Volt? Amp; electric neuron No never see; pulse, or breathe Frigid flesh left life extinct. ©pofacedpoetry (Billy Reynard-Bowness 2018 – All rights reserved)

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Possessed Warring within the wind Aped by a flush, you unveil a plash Flaunting us a stygian, hazy gore Left weaving a susurrus blether With shards prodding your throat

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Jan 29, 2017

Jan 29, 2017 at 9:48 PM UTC

okwhatever

Lay At Rest

Possessed Warring within the wind Aped by a flush, you unveil a plash Flaunting us a stygian, hazy gore Left weaving a susurrus blether With shards prodding your throat

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i cut out paper figures from the sky, from the sea string them together like little beads then rip them, tear them apart like the ventricles of a breaking heart i take them away, let them learn then crumple them, or let them return to ****** them at each other once again bang, bang, together, bang, bang, the end i shatter them, explode, bright like dying stars watch them limp on with battle scars then throw them to every corner of the Earth to wander, wondering what they are worth what could have beens should have beens would have beens bang, bang, together, bang, bang, like shins i make them talk, talk in tongues that take up time, but waste their lungs they speak in words, but they are bluffing they are the voice, the voice of nothing and still they walk, gasping for air searching for a hand to tangle in theirs tangle them, tangle them up bang, bang, together, bang, bang, to dust paper figures, paper hands with paper skin, paper dance and paper hearts, all alone just piles of paper, piles of bones to be recycled, back to the stars to play again, play their parts to leave once more, unpaid but well played bang, bang, together, bang, bang, they fade i crumple them, crease their flesh make them wear a wrinkled dress to show their beauty, hide their pain hide and seek, the name of the game i cut them loose, they drop their useless tongues throw mortal blether to the wind, fill their winded lungs paper, breakable, tearable, terrible bang, bang, together, bang, bang, forever

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Nov 25, 2010

Nov 25, 2010 at 5:18 PM UTC

alice-1

Vox Nihili

i cut out paper figures from the sky, from the sea string them together like little beads then rip them, tear them apart like the ventricles of a breaking heart i take them away, let them learn then crumple them, or let them return to ****** them at each other once again bang, bang, together, bang, bang, the end i shatter them, explode, bright like dying stars watch them limp on with battle scars then throw them to every corner of the Earth to wander, wondering what they are worth what could have beens should have beens would have beens bang, bang, together, bang, bang, like shins i make them talk, talk in tongues that take up time, but waste their lungs they speak in words, but they are bluffing they are the voice, the voice of nothing and still they walk, gasping for air searching for a hand to tangle in theirs tangle them, tangle them up bang, bang, together, bang, bang, to dust paper figures, paper hands with paper skin, paper dance and paper hearts, all alone just piles of paper, piles of bones to be recycled, back to the stars to play again, play their parts to leave once more, unpaid but well played bang, bang, together, bang, bang, they fade i crumple them, crease their flesh make them wear a wrinkled dress to show their beauty, hide their pain hide and seek, the name of the game i cut them loose, they drop their useless tongues throw mortal blether to the wind, fill their winded lungs paper, breakable, tearable, terrible bang, bang, together, bang, bang, forever

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I used to climb so high Those trees that boughed Unimportant limbs to Mere twiglets that seemed Were always budding. How I loved the woods and how Heaths heathers blether now. Blether now. When nature flowed Next to my beck Something sang to me Louder than a lamphrey And I knew fish didn't talk Much but still kept to the bees.

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Mar 7, 2012

Mar 7, 2012 at 7:35 PM UTC

infinitetune

Out Of Ones Tree

I used to climb so high Those trees that boughed Unimportant limbs to Mere twiglets that seemed Were always budding. How I loved the woods and how Heaths heathers blether now. Blether now. When nature flowed Next to my beck Something sang to me Louder than a lamphrey And I knew fish didn't talk Much but still kept to the bees.

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We post to find a better life A purchase with no payment A silver crystal shell of hope, Golden red letter sealant Our folded wings to lug the chain Shine glitter on the pavement... Our broken home to elevate The fragrant cheapest moments Delivery is paramount... For delight undeserved It’s worth it to perch it - To be rich in earth’s **** The bitterer, the better... Gut wrench hope through this twister Till we blether one last measure, To post into the litter.

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Aug 20, 2025

Aug 20, 2025 at 7:04 PM UTC

SeismicNought

Post it

We post to find a better life A purchase with no payment A silver crystal shell of hope, Golden red letter sealant Our folded wings to lug the chain Shine glitter on the pavement... Our broken home to elevate The fragrant cheapest moments Delivery is paramount... For delight undeserved It’s worth it to perch it - To be rich in earth’s **** The bitterer, the better... Gut wrench hope through this twister Till we blether one last measure, To post into the litter.

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He wins the nobbly knee contest coz he is so very bony..haha his legs goes right up to his pants, two sticks of skinny polony..and he laughs just like a hyena with no teeth left in his gob..hes abit of a museum piece and isn’t a heartthrob.. But everyone adores Irish Micky Flynn with his Ballymoney Blarney..from County Donegal down to the southwest shores of Killarney..coz all he ever does allday is banter on his jokes, keeping people happy he is the jolliest of folks..and he chats to absolutely everybody, infact he is just a blether..with his thin arms waving high in the air as he forecasts the weather..he talks the hind legs of a donkey and still he doesn’t stop, as he sits with his mug of cocoa in his local coffee shop..

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Oct 5, 2020

Oct 5, 2020 at 5:55 AM UTC

Noswad10

Irish Micky Flynn..🤣

He wins the nobbly knee contest coz he is so very bony..haha his legs goes right up to his pants, two sticks of skinny polony..and he laughs just like a hyena with no teeth left in his gob..hes abit of a museum piece and isn’t a heartthrob.. But everyone adores Irish Micky Flynn with his Ballymoney Blarney..from County Donegal down to the southwest shores of Killarney..coz all he ever does allday is banter on his jokes, keeping people happy he is the jolliest of folks..and he chats to absolutely everybody, infact he is just a blether..with his thin arms waving high in the air as he forecasts the weather..he talks the hind legs of a donkey and still he doesn’t stop, as he sits with his mug of cocoa in his local coffee shop..

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constant muscle spasm up and down your back keeps you from falling into romantic blether.

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Apr 24, 2017

Apr 24, 2017 at 9:17 AM UTC

nivek

your cross, your pain

constant muscle spasm up and down your back keeps you from falling into romantic blether.

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an angel and a devil chanced upon a star said latter 'i'll be on the level' [it really was bizarre] "it's time we got together to pool our creative resource, no, it's not some silly blether, we've got immortal force" "let's make a guy of us combined, he'll be driven silly, we'll run him out of soul and mind from here to Piccadilly" "ok, i'm game", said angel fair, "Let me taste your ware", and from that all too brief affair was born this Voltaire up and down and turn around i'm being driven dizzy, either to hell or heaven bound, it's making my hair turn frizzy.

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Jun 6, 2021

Jun 6, 2021 at 7:39 AM UTC

david-r

helter-skelter

an angel and a devil chanced upon a star said latter 'i'll be on the level' [it really was bizarre] "it's time we got together to pool our creative resource, no, it's not some silly blether, we've got immortal force" "let's make a guy of us combined, he'll be driven silly, we'll run him out of soul and mind from here to Piccadilly" "ok, i'm game", said angel fair, "Let me taste your ware", and from that all too brief affair was born this Voltaire up and down and turn around i'm being driven dizzy, either to hell or heaven bound, it's making my hair turn frizzy.

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