"gabbling" poems - Hello Poetry

See, None of cottony optics, Skimming soft tissues, For pollutants on swimming eyes. Dissuade, To leaving sleeping innocence, As a silhouette, Lavished by the curtains down. Outside, A whirring static, Underwater sounds. Who will gather the pieces, For a sweetheart. Filtered through amber bottles, Of honey-speckled moonbeams. Curled fetus style, In puddles of obsidian. It can't be me, I was left curbside of a floating castle. Hunted with gabbling bullets, With their own tongues. And biting at lobes, As they barked past. If you see, With no obstructions, By flowery oriental screens, My staggering paper doll, Pass on: The feverish spoon, Was stirring, An impossible raspberry leaf.

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Oct 16, 2013

Oct 16, 2013 at 4:05 AM UTC

brennan-crawford

Floating Sweethearts

See, None of cottony optics, Skimming soft tissues, For pollutants on swimming eyes. Dissuade, To leaving sleeping innocence, As a silhouette, Lavished by the curtains down. Outside, A whirring static, Underwater sounds. Who will gather the pieces, For a sweetheart. Filtered through amber bottles, Of honey-speckled moonbeams. Curled fetus style, In puddles of obsidian. It can't be me, I was left curbside of a floating castle. Hunted with gabbling bullets, With their own tongues. And biting at lobes, As they barked past. If you see, With no obstructions, By flowery oriental screens, My staggering paper doll, Pass on: The feverish spoon, Was stirring, An impossible raspberry leaf.

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I’m sick and tired of people rabbiting on a load of **** About their ******* duty and fighting for freedom For the fat ugly patriotic selfish folks "back home" And pathetic ****** neo-fascist ******** like that And gabbling on a load of sentimental horsedung About giving their all for their ******* useless country When honestly they’d rather be at home in some ugly provincial hick town Patting their nasty mongrel dogs and groping their neighbours’ wives' arses And eating mumsy-wumsy’s over-cooked meat and stodgy apple pie Whilst ensconced on the sofa watching sodding Celebrity Big Brother. How can a soldier nowadays say he didn't want to be there? Are people so ******* thick or blind or moronic not to realise A person volunteers to be in the armed forces in most countries nowadays? There’s no ****** press gangs or ****** conscription any more; People become soldiers because they choose to do so (exceptions include filthy ******* shit-holes like Israel where the young men queue up to **** Palestinian babies for fun) . Therefore soldiers DO want to fight, they DO want the chance to **** And they willingly risk their own ugly unwashed redneck necks. So they have no right to whine and bellyache when they get asked To earn their daily state-paid bread and do a spot of killing Instead of sitting on their overweight arses at MY expense. Or course, they could show some real guts and resign instead, But what the **** why pass up on a chance to do some Legalised ****** and get paid handsomely at the same time. Just in case you think I forgot, I am totally and fully aware That 'he' includes 'she' in this context now that women Have an equal chance to have their military buns blown off pointlessly. So don't whinge or expect sympathy when your body parts come home in a bag. Personally, I am of the belief that the only good soldier is a dead soldier, And the more the merrier. RIP military thugs and up yours.

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Sep 16, 2015

Sep 16, 2015 at 12:39 PM UTC

edna-sweetlove

Patriotic Puke

I’m sick and tired of people rabbiting on a load of **** About their ******* duty and fighting for freedom For the fat ugly patriotic selfish folks "back home" And pathetic ****** neo-fascist ******** like that And gabbling on a load of sentimental horsedung About giving their all for their ******* useless country When honestly they’d rather be at home in some ugly provincial hick town Patting their nasty mongrel dogs and groping their neighbours’ wives' arses And eating mumsy-wumsy’s over-cooked meat and stodgy apple pie Whilst ensconced on the sofa watching sodding Celebrity Big Brother. How can a soldier nowadays say he didn't want to be there? Are people so ******* thick or blind or moronic not to realise A person volunteers to be in the armed forces in most countries nowadays? There’s no ****** press gangs or ****** conscription any more; People become soldiers because they choose to do so (exceptions include filthy ******* shit-holes like Israel where the young men queue up to **** Palestinian babies for fun) . Therefore soldiers DO want to fight, they DO want the chance to **** And they willingly risk their own ugly unwashed redneck necks. So they have no right to whine and bellyache when they get asked To earn their daily state-paid bread and do a spot of killing Instead of sitting on their overweight arses at MY expense. Or course, they could show some real guts and resign instead, But what the **** why pass up on a chance to do some Legalised ****** and get paid handsomely at the same time. Just in case you think I forgot, I am totally and fully aware That 'he' includes 'she' in this context now that women Have an equal chance to have their military buns blown off pointlessly. So don't whinge or expect sympathy when your body parts come home in a bag. Personally, I am of the belief that the only good soldier is a dead soldier, And the more the merrier. RIP military thugs and up yours.

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I am waiting for a twenty two. Two eleven's have past but they will not do from Piccadilly to Putney home in time for ham,cheese and chutney and here it comes. Humming along brum brum brum get on the bus swipe the card not too hard taking a seat take the weight of my feet and in the air from up the stairs the smell of food someone is chewing on chicken ******* on bones the women in front are gabbling in phones and the child behind cries I've dropped my fries then an old lady slips on these crispy fried chips and the bus comes to a halt. The driver jumps up screaming this isn't my fault. Not my day at all just wanted to get home with no smell of chicken no phones in my face but now I'm stuck in the bus face to face with the realisation that Putney and ham with cheese and Chutney is slipping away. No not my day at all.

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May 19, 2013

May 19, 2013 at 2:37 AM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

Bus 22

I am waiting for a twenty two. Two eleven's have past but they will not do from Piccadilly to Putney home in time for ham,cheese and chutney and here it comes. Humming along brum brum brum get on the bus swipe the card not too hard taking a seat take the weight of my feet and in the air from up the stairs the smell of food someone is chewing on chicken ******* on bones the women in front are gabbling in phones and the child behind cries I've dropped my fries then an old lady slips on these crispy fried chips and the bus comes to a halt. The driver jumps up screaming this isn't my fault. Not my day at all just wanted to get home with no smell of chicken no phones in my face but now I'm stuck in the bus face to face with the realisation that Putney and ham with cheese and Chutney is slipping away. No not my day at all.

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People think it, a test to institute upon _to be out off their morals rubicund _and therefore comply it to the unyielding duty of others _on pretext dully that they should not be upset at fact , only expiate them alone _the reason of divine patience seldom for their due reverence, but their vulgarity ... The reason of this fore stated, lays in the fact that : some individuals deliberately crudely hurt others or their surrounding, but rather apprehend in advance how conciliate solicitous the others should reaction in the case of their intentionally perpetrated aggression . facilis descensus avernis, they give no regard . Therefore if you are lovers, dont fail your partner and make it a point of probing test upon the fondness of her or his love . If you are parents or children dont say hard words or ill treat you parents or siblings {accordingly to each position } and expect it, better way to cast a look about submission or paid respect to adulthood nor a gabbling sports . Love needs mutual confidence . Any little doubt of one side is doubly resented by the other . The practice of good is well reverenced . And real love casts off fear and ill apprehension . So why try to do bad, when you know that it will bring nothing but trouble ?

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Oct 15, 2015

Oct 15, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC

adabadji-blessing

MONSTRUM HORRENDUM !!!

People think it, a test to institute upon _to be out off their morals rubicund _and therefore comply it to the unyielding duty of others _on pretext dully that they should not be upset at fact , only expiate them alone _the reason of divine patience seldom for their due reverence, but their vulgarity ... The reason of this fore stated, lays in the fact that : some individuals deliberately crudely hurt others or their surrounding, but rather apprehend in advance how conciliate solicitous the others should reaction in the case of their intentionally perpetrated aggression . facilis descensus avernis, they give no regard . Therefore if you are lovers, dont fail your partner and make it a point of probing test upon the fondness of her or his love . If you are parents or children dont say hard words or ill treat you parents or siblings {accordingly to each position } and expect it, better way to cast a look about submission or paid respect to adulthood nor a gabbling sports . Love needs mutual confidence . Any little doubt of one side is doubly resented by the other . The practice of good is well reverenced . And real love casts off fear and ill apprehension . So why try to do bad, when you know that it will bring nothing but trouble ?

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a condemned sinner from the start and believe, its yourself who does the condemning I was always a prime student for the ways of love - to be found in a small oasis

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Jun 4, 2016

Jun 4, 2016 at 7:08 AM UTC

nivek

hermits gabbling while weaving baskets

a condemned sinner from the start and believe, its yourself who does the condemning I was always a prime student for the ways of love - to be found in a small oasis

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People think it, a test to institute upon _to be out off their morals rubicund _and therefore comply it to the unyielding duty of others _on pretext dully that they should not be upset at fact , only expiate them alone _the reason of divine patience seldom for their due reverence, but their vulgarity ... The reason of this fore stated, lays in the fact that : some individuals deliberately crudely hurt others or their surrounding, but rather apprehend in advance how conciliate solicitous the others should reaction in the case of their intentionally perpetrated aggression . facilis descensus avernis, they give no regard . Therefore if you are lovers, dont fail your partner and make it a point of probing test upon the fondness of her or his love . If you are parents or children dont say hard words or ill treat you parents or siblings {accordingly to each position } and expect it, better way to cast a look about submission or paid respect to adulthood nor a gabbling sports . Love needs mutual confidence . Any little doubt of one side is doubly resented by the other . The practice of good is well reverenced . And real love casts off fear and ill apprehension . So why try to do bad, when you know that it will bring nothing but trouble ?

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Nov 18, 2015

Nov 18, 2015 at 10:00 AM UTC

adabadji-blessing

MONSTRUM HORRENDUM !!!

People think it, a test to institute upon _to be out off their morals rubicund _and therefore comply it to the unyielding duty of others _on pretext dully that they should not be upset at fact , only expiate them alone _the reason of divine patience seldom for their due reverence, but their vulgarity ... The reason of this fore stated, lays in the fact that : some individuals deliberately crudely hurt others or their surrounding, but rather apprehend in advance how conciliate solicitous the others should reaction in the case of their intentionally perpetrated aggression . facilis descensus avernis, they give no regard . Therefore if you are lovers, dont fail your partner and make it a point of probing test upon the fondness of her or his love . If you are parents or children dont say hard words or ill treat you parents or siblings {accordingly to each position } and expect it, better way to cast a look about submission or paid respect to adulthood nor a gabbling sports . Love needs mutual confidence . Any little doubt of one side is doubly resented by the other . The practice of good is well reverenced . And real love casts off fear and ill apprehension . So why try to do bad, when you know that it will bring nothing but trouble ?

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outward brain stem hummock analogously, (asper bound minuscule magnum opus) figuratively paginated with drowned atavistic animal instincts roar back to life upon found perceived or real threat adrenaline splashes cerebral hemispheres triggering body electric to become alert as a blood hound countless millenniums ago the flight or fight reaction apropos when savage beasts threatened tribe with bro whizzing primitive creatures some forced tweet crow wing, thence railing, swooping, trouncing dough main housing small cluster of emo ting primates (gabbling in primal grunts and groans witnessing ruminants scurrying to and fro survival of the fittest danger field thus by dint of inherent smarts didst grow outwitting wily coyote, or other lion eyes, *** ping automatic saving grace tactics recalled, when looming predator doth woof and warp emergency arises, when debacle fore stalled for time against getting mauled whereby each subsequent ruse out foxing fierce-some, hungry non a mew zing potential breakfast, lunch, or dinner as the sorry loo sir aye sic newt ton, sans this non nonsense game of "Life", which thru countless millenniums strategies grew layered upon left and right cerebral hemispheres few till hetty became diminished as con tra bands of bipedal hominids drew upon accumulated storied history learned from Bubba Zayda's many times over motley crew squirreling modus operandi wove (traversing eons) corpus collosum hair (more so nerve fiber weave a microscopic whirled wide web linkedin left and right fist size gray matter coated with transparent integument custom made swiftly tailored sleeve ah...proving grounds, when forebears of **** Sapiens touch and go tagged on permanent leave on par with imagining dragons easy to believe.

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Mar 17, 2018

Mar 17, 2018 at 7:22 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Quiescence Pervades Medulla Oblongata

outward brain stem hummock analogously, (asper bound minuscule magnum opus) figuratively paginated with drowned atavistic animal instincts roar back to life upon found perceived or real threat adrenaline splashes cerebral hemispheres triggering body electric to become alert as a blood hound countless millenniums ago the flight or fight reaction apropos when savage beasts threatened tribe with bro whizzing primitive creatures some forced tweet crow wing, thence railing, swooping, trouncing dough main housing small cluster of emo ting primates (gabbling in primal grunts and groans witnessing ruminants scurrying to and fro survival of the fittest danger field thus by dint of inherent smarts didst grow outwitting wily coyote, or other lion eyes, *** ping automatic saving grace tactics recalled, when looming predator doth woof and warp emergency arises, when debacle fore stalled for time against getting mauled whereby each subsequent ruse out foxing fierce-some, hungry non a mew zing potential breakfast, lunch, or dinner as the sorry loo sir aye sic newt ton, sans this non nonsense game of "Life", which thru countless millenniums strategies grew layered upon left and right cerebral hemispheres few till hetty became diminished as con tra bands of bipedal hominids drew upon accumulated storied history learned from Bubba Zayda's many times over motley crew squirreling modus operandi wove (traversing eons) corpus collosum hair (more so nerve fiber weave a microscopic whirled wide web linkedin left and right fist size gray matter coated with transparent integument custom made swiftly tailored sleeve ah...proving grounds, when forebears of **** Sapiens touch and go tagged on permanent leave on par with imagining dragons easy to believe.

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Those hundreds of Geese talk all night into the wee hours; its no wonder their days are almost silent, all that jostling flock, I swear know each others mind; they have a unison of fidelity to their lives that could put much of modern Mankind to shame. Those hundreds of Geese are not bad neighbours, at all, and who knows maybe its my TV that keeps them up talking so late?

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Oct 19, 2015

Oct 19, 2015 at 9:32 AM UTC

nivek

Gabbling Geese

Those hundreds of Geese talk all night into the wee hours; its no wonder their days are almost silent, all that jostling flock, I swear know each others mind; they have a unison of fidelity to their lives that could put much of modern Mankind to shame. Those hundreds of Geese are not bad neighbours, at all, and who knows maybe its my TV that keeps them up talking so late?

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Rumbling and grumbling, with colours a’scumbling, clouds carry rain over expectant land. Stopping and dropping, tall mountains a’topping, they empty their bounty from God’s mighty Hand. Roaring and soaring with rich foam outpouring there thunders the waterfall over its ledge. Swishing and splashing with sun sparkles flashing, the ocean deposits its lacy white edge Murmuring, mumbling, smooth rocks a’tumbling carries the river its flood tide away. Gabbling, babbling, bubbles a’burbling hurries the brook down its liquid highway. Gushing or trickling with nostrils a-prickling, we let out our sorrow in tears of release. Wearing those guises, earth’s water surprises, by vanquishing dryness and offering ease.

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May 13, 2017

May 13, 2017 at 9:12 AM UTC

emmie-van-duren

Water

Rumbling and grumbling, with colours a’scumbling, clouds carry rain over expectant land. Stopping and dropping, tall mountains a’topping, they empty their bounty from God’s mighty Hand. Roaring and soaring with rich foam outpouring there thunders the waterfall over its ledge. Swishing and splashing with sun sparkles flashing, the ocean deposits its lacy white edge Murmuring, mumbling, smooth rocks a’tumbling carries the river its flood tide away. Gabbling, babbling, bubbles a’burbling hurries the brook down its liquid highway. Gushing or trickling with nostrils a-prickling, we let out our sorrow in tears of release. Wearing those guises, earth’s water surprises, by vanquishing dryness and offering ease.

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Unraveling Unwinding The glue falls from the binding The crimson threads flow from my head My wrists, my hands, there is no denying The inevitable, The insane This very inhumane game Why, I make no sense anymore Why, I feel no life anymore Why, I see no light anymore Why, the voices Why, the voices, Why, the voices in my head They scream FOREVERMORE Twisting and writhing, The tearing of the binding The pages flutter to the ground The moths they flutter all around I think I have gone quite insane I think that I can touch my brain Well, why are they running away? "Hello and goodbye!" is all I want to say! Gunmetal glinting in the moonlight A bang and a flash to light up the night Oh, my eyes, why can't I see? Oh, my ears, I cannot seem To hear the sounds of tormented laughter The background music that fills my brain I cannot see the eerie shadows that shiver and linger and stretch their fingers To touch me, to grab me, to ****** me away No! Don't let them take me away! No! I cannot go today! No! There is too much for me still to say! And as I sit and as I wonder What it would be like wander Up and down the streets of town With my thoughts pouring from my mouth And my ears taped to my knees? See, I am not making any sense! I am bibbling, babbling, good and gone and gabbling I wish to see, I wish for sight I wish to not be sick tonight I wish to be free from the shivering shadows and whispering screams I wish to stretch my lips in a smile that is not insane It is not insane I wish to leave this padded cell I wish to find a place that's home White picket fence A cat and a dog No gunmetal glinting No flash and bang No unraveling threads being pulled from my brain I wish I may Yes, I wish for light I wish to have some sanity tonight Tonight.

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Oct 1, 2015

Oct 1, 2015 at 7:23 AM UTC

MessageintheSky

Asylum

Unraveling Unwinding The glue falls from the binding The crimson threads flow from my head My wrists, my hands, there is no denying The inevitable, The insane This very inhumane game Why, I make no sense anymore Why, I feel no life anymore Why, I see no light anymore Why, the voices Why, the voices, Why, the voices in my head They scream FOREVERMORE Twisting and writhing, The tearing of the binding The pages flutter to the ground The moths they flutter all around I think I have gone quite insane I think that I can touch my brain Well, why are they running away? "Hello and goodbye!" is all I want to say! Gunmetal glinting in the moonlight A bang and a flash to light up the night Oh, my eyes, why can't I see? Oh, my ears, I cannot seem To hear the sounds of tormented laughter The background music that fills my brain I cannot see the eerie shadows that shiver and linger and stretch their fingers To touch me, to grab me, to ****** me away No! Don't let them take me away! No! I cannot go today! No! There is too much for me still to say! And as I sit and as I wonder What it would be like wander Up and down the streets of town With my thoughts pouring from my mouth And my ears taped to my knees? See, I am not making any sense! I am bibbling, babbling, good and gone and gabbling I wish to see, I wish for sight I wish to not be sick tonight I wish to be free from the shivering shadows and whispering screams I wish to stretch my lips in a smile that is not insane It is not insane I wish to leave this padded cell I wish to find a place that's home White picket fence A cat and a dog No gunmetal glinting No flash and bang No unraveling threads being pulled from my brain I wish I may Yes, I wish for light I wish to have some sanity tonight Tonight.

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An anger lying flat On the cutting board Grabbles its fin in the air With the vile eyes Lost their focus. The tip that once had been A shining guidance Through the cold, blinding sea, Now sags its pillar Lower than its own misery. Man’s blade sharply stabs Its belly- Halving the grand bottom Before the pain even surfaces. Through the fish’s fissure, Its orange, glowing guts Slip out- The liver, the heart, the kidneys- A avalanche of what used to be Remnant of life. Then the maw. Once a ruler of Coarse sandy bed Gabbling the dot lives, Now chopped As chunks of flesh. ‘Ah- this is it. Served as a mere food For men to eat, This is where my Kingdom comes to end. Those empty halls I stride through Now only a Glimpse of memory- I close my eyes.’

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Mar 4, 2019

Mar 4, 2019 at 1:42 PM UTC

SLTJ

Retrospect

An anger lying flat On the cutting board Grabbles its fin in the air With the vile eyes Lost their focus. The tip that once had been A shining guidance Through the cold, blinding sea, Now sags its pillar Lower than its own misery. Man’s blade sharply stabs Its belly- Halving the grand bottom Before the pain even surfaces. Through the fish’s fissure, Its orange, glowing guts Slip out- The liver, the heart, the kidneys- A avalanche of what used to be Remnant of life. Then the maw. Once a ruler of Coarse sandy bed Gabbling the dot lives, Now chopped As chunks of flesh. ‘Ah- this is it. Served as a mere food For men to eat, This is where my Kingdom comes to end. Those empty halls I stride through Now only a Glimpse of memory- I close my eyes.’

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