"chatters" poems
**** bomb
monsoon girl
thunder roll with falling arms
the war of hot ****
flicker hive
i take your head while your mouth rims
chatters and wimps
your feet kicking
limbs slant wide
all desperate sliding
my ribs infernos
i'm your
BBQ
your my hot pepper stew
on a killer bed
your soul
eager torn clouds
a dragging nail tongue
sends you alabaster screams
like a winged sun drinking blood
your saliva diamond drool
black braids around ghost throat
a hemophilic dance
your center a wheezing fortress
my foot prints on your face
and
muddy kisses
that cant wait*
May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 12:28 PM UTC
Isolationist theories
of my brutal development
A mask
In the world of passengers
Regretting every slight disruption
Making icy chatters of teeth
As we wonder
How will these small altercations
Affect the grand course
of my surreptitious collapse?
Just a violent object on an axis
A washer head
thrown into a tumultuous ocean of visions
A flickering correspondent
Lying on an abolition
The worst things happening to the best people
It spins and breaths and *****
This molested scared demon
Anally penetrating all that I believe is genuine
Reels of my childhood development
Played on repeat to search for ammunition
The tunneling rib cages of my insanity
The forest nymph of all that is good
The one who created me
Locked away in a windowless world
Analyzed as if lockness was one of them
I always thought it would be me
Falling to where I could not be found
How am I still standing?
Nov 30, 2010
Nov 30, 2010 at 9:35 AM UTC
What does the donkey bray about?
What does the pig grunt through his snout?
What does the goose mean by a hiss?
Oh, Nurse, if you can tell me this,
I'll give you such a kiss.
The cockatoo calls "cockatoo,"
The magpie chatters "how d'ye do?"
The jackdaw bids me "go away,"
Cuckoo cries "cuckoo" half the day:
What do the others say?
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My pupils scatter and drag.
I dream and eat the round, brown beads
In fitful sleep, my tongue pale and sallow.
This consciousness will not float.
The lids clatter shut like a kettle drum cooker,
A thing alive inside, more or less.
There is an echo,
Scuttle, and a cough. Strangers in the cellar.
There is no rightness to this, only sacrilege.
The unjust man chatters in my skull.
"Go home, go home!", I cry.
The sense of it all withers with the passing of the years.
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 10:31 PM UTC
It clicks,
And ticks,
And chatters,
Always holding,
Always showing,
But never slowing.
Aug 5, 2012
Aug 5, 2012 at 1:02 AM UTC
Sitting here
Where your body lies
Your heart deafened
Your life gone by
As the birds chirp
And life chatters away
I hear you
Loud and clear on this day
Your life beckons
Full
And dear
I miss you Ouma
My partner in crime
My maat
My beste vriend
Ek mis ons gesprekke
In Afrikaans
Ek mis jou lag
Jou Rooi rosige wange
Jy
En Ek sit hier
Sonder jou
I haven't felt myself since you've been gone
I've been empty
Waiting
For someone to help this yearning
This longing in my heart
I sit beside your grave
Tears clenched in my eyes
Holding back my own life
I miss you Ouma
I miss you so
And forever I will be empty
Without you
As I am
Yearning
For you so.
Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 5:29 AM UTC
Caw! Caw! Calls the crow on a crisp fall morning
Nevermore! Nevermore! Yells the ravens forewarning
The mist lifts into the air
As the sun begins to rise
The priests are sending up a prayer
Babies shouting out their cries
The dog down the street going bark! bark! bark!
The canary next door gives a little whistle
Out of the brush in a hurry ***** a swift lark
Away dashes a bunny, straight into the thistle
A squirrel chatters away
At a cat prowling close
Diving in, a daring jay
Caught by the cat, almost
Never was there a morning
So busy as this
To hear the birds all chirp and sing
To describe in a word…bliss
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 9:27 AM UTC
Running through a day
Chatters of many discussions
Thoughts dashing in and out
Solving problems and getting work done
*Then it's like...
Time slowing down for a bit
To make space for you
Little grand entrances
Filling my head with sweetness
Happy memories
And little imaginations
And I look forward
To the times when I'm doing nothing at all
Then I'll put you in my spotlight
When I can think about only you
And smile to myself
Unknowingly
You being my favourite daydream...
Make that
my new
number one
hobby...*
Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 2:48 AM UTC
When the moon retires running her length
the river lies a fishbone on the white plate
feebly breathing like the slosh from oars,
the shadow digs a hole in the bush.
The faintest chill rattles don't escape
and the chatters dull as broken notes,
the shadow picks up from the mist
with the intent of an absorbed dreamer.
The gold diggers in that forbidden land
filter their preys keen to fill some more
from the mines lining the grey riverbank
with each reap a little closer to attainment.
The precise compass weighs the measure
tightening the muscles into a symphony
for that climb onto the ****** in one spring
before stealing the stilled, deep into silence.
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 10:04 AM UTC
Push me
through the avenue of trees
Anne said
I’m ****** off with the kids
asking how I lost my leg
and so you pushed
the wheelchair
along the avenue
out of sight of others
away from their childish chatters
and ball games
and cries of want and woes
go on you skinny ****
push push
she muttered
and you pushed on the handles
with all your might
over the dry grass
and she rocked
up and down
and side to side
until she bellowed
this will do small fellow
rest me here
and you let go
of the handles
and puffed for breath
and looked at her
sitting there
in the wheelchair
with her bright eyes
and black hair
and she pulled
your hand towards her
and laid it on her one leg
and said
that’s your reward
for pushing me
and she rubbed your hand
over the red skirt
the soft texture
warming the skin
you watched her hand
holding yours
her other hand holding
the side of the chair
sensing her softness
beneath the hardness
and brashness
but saying nothing
just taking in
the sensations and newness
and she said
just as well Matron
hasn’t seen this
or it’d give her
such a flush
and she laughed
and let go of your hand
and your hand lingered
over her thigh
like a bird set free
waiting to take
to the sky.
Mar 20, 2012
Mar 20, 2012 at 3:03 AM UTC
Body language, it must be her body language
I catch myself staring at her confidence, sorry girl if I can't explain this
You see your aura shows gold and your passion shines bright
Your heart beats fast because of your sleepless, nervous nights
Of the thought that a man may actually know how to treat ya, greet ya, and hell maybe show honest affection
He may actually just wanna lay with you and hear you speak without any degrating corrections
You're a star. Beyond that in this abstract world where you and I are
As we lay ontop of the car and I point out the Little Dipper you show me the idea of comfortable love by tomorrow
Midnight kisses, sensation from my misses
It's the opportunities in life's that we should cherish that's my mission
Tear drops coming from a broken mask as we bash and I pour my stubborn heart into her empty glass
To find something that can forever last
No matter what the sceptics say
Girl, I don't listen to chatters I listen to only what my mind will say.
Follow me. I wanna guide you. I wanna show you. I know I didn't allow myself to feel the grasps of a good woman
But I held on
I never released. I believe in the chance of us...can you believe in the idea of me?
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 3:27 PM UTC
I fear not those who fear me
In bitter disgust
I do as I please and aim to please you not
You could hate me in chatters of matters in squads
I'll sit back comfortably and applaud your abilities to judge
Good
Bad
Right
Wrong
It's such a grey area
Thanks for letting me know
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 3:53 PM UTC
I am from jumping from school to school, making new friends and trying to keep old
From long car rides on deserted streets late at night, through rain and snow, words coming through the speakers nice and low
From a big family that always talks and chatters, laughing and making jokes that no one else can say
I am from state fairs that tempt you with sweet food and amazing memories forever in your thoughts
From camps where I learn to write like my brain is on fire and how I am ‘normal’ even with my condition
From shots of insulin, needles piercing my skin and blood sugar tests ten times a day, wearing my calluses with pride
I am from colors filling the pages as my hands move quickly across the paper, making outlines and shadows, filling whats left with color
From writing like crazy, my mind never stopping with the ideas that flood it daily
From writers calluses and the pounding of keys as I try to get my ideas down before they leave
I am from not being athletic, but still being active, running and letting myself be free
From my feet hitting the ground, my legs aching as I just run my heart out
From crossing the finish line with a smile on my face and a finish in my heart
I am from church full of people who love me like their own and help me with my faith
From a community that helps me learn more and help move others
From a group of people that wants me to be my best and is a second family to me
I am from a family of many, who are all so diverse
From my parents who couldn’t be more different and my siblings who I couldn’t love more
From my nephew who already is just like his auntie Jess
I am from a group of close knit friends who are more like family
From friends who constantly tease me for the little things I do
From family who may not be related but still loves me the same
I am from relatives and friends who live close and far
From some I only talk to when I must, and others I talk to everyday
But, I am especially from people who love and care for me
Sep 29, 2012
Sep 29, 2012 at 4:25 PM UTC
dark i sit
with hands
carving a bowl
holding\\chest
digging dark soil
mouth filling with thick spit
lips seeping
moist air of solstice
darkness chatters like compounding bone\\shifts
beastlings drooling
tasting it. tensing root.
sipping in(to) darkness
exhaling bounty
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 11:05 PM UTC
What does it mean to lose?
What does it mean to be stripped down to your core and stand, yielding, for the entire world to judge?
I sit alone, among snowy abundance and beauty so severe, that the very thought of countering it is laughable. The sky is poised with such excellence, whilst all around me, the birds display their intentions through a chorus of chirps and chatters, and yet, somehow – all is still. I ponder the idea of loss.
And wonder if, in this noble cycle, anything is really lost at all...
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 6:40 PM UTC
the cold fan running
the people chattering
i'm in the waiting room
biting my own nails
my brain is wired
my mind as blank
as the white wall in front of me
it's half past the scheduled time
of the appointment i never wanted to show up to
the psychologist is not here yet...
where is she?
i'm sitting here anxiously waiting
shaking my knees, rocking back and forth
can she just get here already?
so we can go back to that same old room
talk about the same old useless ****
for what must've been the hundredth time
and does it even matter
because none of it will fix my problems?
i'm still sitting here
my thoughts are consuming me
with each ticking of the clock
the fan feels a little colder
and the chatters seem a little louder
Jan 7, 2023
Jan 7, 2023 at 9:27 AM UTC
Under the hum of streetlights, bicycle flutters gather,
the sheer grey range reconstitutes as starless black.
From the faraways and thoroughfares voices wail, near
and distant, chatters of sirens rattle through night black.
Through park lands peach blossoms twirl, and twirl,
even here the pine winds chant can be heard.
~~~
Hedges in dimensions perfect mark path edges,
flower beds in colours calculated rest in immaculate squares.
Gusts from four corners trail blossoms in ten directions,
iron shears cannot cut the pine wind.
~~~
Grey monoliths transform into black sentinels,
flutters of bicycles seek out the shop fronts,
radiant weaves of neon chatter bright,
the night tie just rolls, and rolls.
~~~
Jun 30, 2012
Jun 30, 2012 at 3:59 PM UTC
I love the sounds of seagulls and I know why
It makes me think of special days gone by
Early morning walking thru the dunes
Listening to them ‘singing’ all their tunes
Racing the surf, jumping waves and building castles
With those gulls flying low with all their chatters
They glide by with eagle eyes and notice all
Just in case a wee morsel of food might fall
The countless hours we lay upon the beach
Listening to every little screech
They came and looked at us and then
Decided they were not into our Zen
And when the ocean winds begin to blow
And gusts of air move in with every flow
These creatures catch the air and soar along
And keep us all alerted with their song
And now I close my eyes and take a breath
And feel the sea air in my chest
I hear the rise and fall of seagull sounds
When they frolic in the air of coastal grounds
©By Jane Jan 16, 2011
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 6:29 PM UTC
We felt the winter moving through the air
but didn't feel it sink into our bones—
as by and by it settles into stones—
and yet it did. I can't recall just where
we were when I first felt that we were cold,
but I remember how you shivered even
in our bed beneath the blankets, even
under all my weight that you could hold,
insisting it was coming from within
your bones, deep down, and radiating out
to make your hand feel chilly in my own.
And now I've got the shivers, too. My skin
is cool with winter, chatters in my mouth,
as by and by it settles in a stone.
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 3:19 PM UTC
He sits alone and in silence
Atop the silver birch
High above the forest floor
Watching with attentive eyes
As moonlight flirts playfully,
Shadow dancing among the many
Silver branches
At the heart of the forest,
The brook chatters endlessly
Of adventures through mountains
So high their peaks are lost in
****** clouds, of underground
Rivers raging unseen beneath
Valleys filled with first
Spring lilies
The weary critters gather
To lap at cool waters,
Ignoring the incessant babble
As they keep a wary eye
On lurking shadows
High above, his sharp eyes
Glimpse outlines in the darkness,
Hidden shapes imitating bush
And fern, almost motionless
Yet moving
He utters a single sound,
A whisper barely audible
Above the ceaseless chatter
Of the brook
The hunters arrive and
Sniff the air, traces of
Prey still lingering,
But the trail grows cold
The brook continues to regale
The night air with tales
Seemingly unaware
They are no longer listening
Seemingly unaware
They never were
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 3:05 AM UTC
Outside, heading eastbound
It's getting warmer outside,
sun is shining, sky is blue.
It all feels right.
Out for a few nights,
music is so loud
colours going everywhere; blue, green, yellow, red, purple;
kaleidoscopic
I wanna dive in
and swim
I miss the tropics.
Pain all around
shooting following shooting
I'll work it out
distant chatters just
filter out into choruses
and phase out.
Ringing in my ears
nose bleeding
memories fading
no more colours
just black
...
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 2:51 PM UTC
Don't you worry your head away
Morning will come and the past will subject to fade
All the regrets and all the words chattering in a pessimist way
It's lost me from you in the dragging night
I heard your whispers carry through the dusty floor,
And the undusted surfaces of this home of ghosts
You said you needed a little time to be alone
Never wanted anything more, more seemed too undeserving
You're fighting battles hoping someone would come along to end it all
To finally understand, and love you for whom you are
I did, I asked, there was nothing I wanted more.
But you refused to let me in
I wasn’t the prize, I never got the win.
Don’t wait in the day and night for that perfect person
I could be standing there, here with you
With all the love you need, all the tenderness for two
I’ll dust the shades to let the light shine through
I’ll clean you up, clean you to who you were before
Just break down this barrier
Burn off the padlock
Throw away that awful key
I’ll love you forever, forever, and forever more
I see the giant anchor holding your head bent towards the surface
I say it’s time to unhook you
Let you see the majestic world
Hold my hand,
This friendship will never let go, you anchored head
Let me be your regret you will never want to forget
And you’ll always be my 2 am late night shift
Not sleeping, talking
Conversing repetition, circling chatters around in our heads,
Our free heads,
Our clear minds,
Cause we’ll learn how to share and cope together
Define the fine lines
Aug 29, 2011
Aug 29, 2011 at 8:38 PM UTC
Rain pours down on the window
tip tap, tip tap, tip tap
The bluebird sings a mournful song
The squirrel chatters sorrowful encouragement
The wind whistles in grief
All is silent.
The rain clouds break into a beautiful sunrise
Beautiful songs of unison emerge from above
The angels of heaven above
Sing their never ending song of joy
For the spirits of the departed
Have risen from the dead
And united with the Holy Savior
Jan 24, 2011
Jan 24, 2011 at 6:45 PM UTC