Words, words and more words
A chaotic battle of words
Wanting to be heard
Trying to out-word
Having the last word
Too many words
And all that is heard
IS
BLAH, BLAH, BLAH
yap yap yap
blah blah blah
sixty percent of her students are not listening
research shows our attention span is fifteen minutes
yip yip yip
most of the class is texting or doodling
some watch a video on muted phones
blah blah blah
teacher drops the word “quiz”
a few heads come up
some ask others what she said
none of them know
mindless rhetoric
forgotten pause button
forfeit repartee
News, Blah, Blah
Miracle Man
4/19/2024
I begin each day,
watching the morning news.
I watch two channels,
and get dissenting views.
I ponder the question,
why aren’t both the same?
They each have a slant,
is it a political game?
Each stretches the truth,
to fit their party’s need.
Some journalist outright lie,
thus destroying truth’s seed.
There’s seldom worthy stories,
that get addressing.
And that’s why most days,
are becoming distressing.
But spewing some falsehood,
seems to be an obsession.
That’s why news junkies like myself,
often deal with depression.
Fa, la, la,
the politicians stump.
Blah, blah, blah,
It's Donald Trump.
Oh La la, we've hit a bump.
Shangri-La or Mein Kampf?
You need to watch this
Video of Godzilla
so you will understand
Godzilla
Godzilla is a Giant iguana
Dinosaur from deep in the Ocean
Who feeds on Radioactivity
And eats People
And Matthew Broderick
Godzilla speaks perfect English
He says
I don’t care if you were in
Ferris Bueler
Or on Broadway
I’ll eat you just the same
Grr-roar Blah blah blah blue blue blue
War movies are happening in my husband’s office.
He seems to like them.
I have no idea why.
I turn on my true crime channel.
Looking for a good murder.
Thinking how crazy his tastes are.
She did have a pearl of great price
But it was swallowed by some mice
She fed them some cheese
Inside her deep freeze
So what you just ate was not rice
Don't blah blah blah my generation you disrespectful little kid,
Don't blame us for this situation, or the world you didn't live,
You learn facts at school that my generation never did,
the science wasn't proven, the knowledge didn't exist,
You learn of things we found out, yes we discovered it,
we pass it down, you've knowledge now, think you can run your lip,
you don't know more, we taught it all, a short life you have lived,
so be sure, adults know more, you've knowledge which we gift,
Textbooks and pens and papers, library books and effort,
we change the world, we made a difference, knowledge and wisdom,
but, look children, understand, are place is above yours,
so show respect, and don't forget, we can make your azz go missing
I will wait until you've finished that's only polite
Even though what you've spoken certainly isn't right
In my opinion its a load of waffle and blah blah blah
I would get more enjoyment sleeping by far
I'm afraid your talk was centred only about you
Not thinking of others that it really needed to do
Again that's only my opinion in what I think
You've missed the point and missed the link
The applause at the end was a true indication
No mass cheers was no cause for celebration
Please don't get angry I'm just speaking my mind
Don't want to appear cruel and particularly unkind
I need a vacation
from vacation unbreaks.
Bad Friday
falls seven days after spring break begins,
Which is a break for some kids
and teachers without kids,
but not for grandpa parent me,
and my sociopathic daughter,
who needs the structure of small
specialized classrooms
to get through her most resilient day.
It feels healing to step outside
into softer breezy voices
green with overly optimistic promise
that Everythin gonna be aright.
Rain threatens
yet wide patches of sky blue
promise western horizon hope,
for now
Faith that tomorrow,
which feels unforgivingly far from Now,
yet stuck in Here,
I will wake to compassionate forgetfulness,
lack of memory
of nearly all black bleak Fridays
transpired,
de-valued by my owned
and negligently managed
lack of parental investment
in larger self/other care;
that old ego/eco-balancing
narrow-way game.
Tomorrow,
just another Saturday/Sunday weekend,
between BadFriday wounds
and rainy Monday
school day blues
and jazz dance in the garden
with a Great Turning shovel.
at days end i always think....
about what couldve been inside a blink....
but deep inside i know whats right ....
and even though we hide insight ...
i cant deny the voice in me ....
that always says "just let her be"...
walk away and turn your back ...
youre going down a one way track...
everything i feel is subjective in a sense...
and my feelings and emotions are all too dense ....
my heart wont last much longer on this sharpened guillotine ...
the blade in part is stronger than the heart of a guiltful queen ...
its just very hard for me to see....
that someone can be as genuine as me....
Blah blah blah blah blah
My eyes glaze over and you don’t notice or care
Blah blah blah blah blah
Permission denied to use my headspace for waste disposal
Blah blah blah blah blah
I keep desperately hoping this will all soon end
Blah blah blah blah blah
How can you live with all that crap building up inside
Infesting every corner of your darkened mind
Looks to me like a puss infected bubbling cauldron
Blah blah blah blah blah
For God’s sake open the window and let some sun in
Blah blah blah blah blah
Let that putrid and rancid air escape
I see your blood pressure escalating
All I can do is shake my head
Your spirit is trapped under that pile of rubbish
Blah blah blah blah blah
Totally impervious to your dire need of an intervention
Overwhelmed with your exponential decline
I don’t know how I can help set you free
You’ll never find your way out
Until you realize your demons are within
And you really do hold the options to free yourself
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
MEDIA blah blah blah
pixels preened
behind the screen
bovine’s masticating cud
meadows buzz
with fervent grass
lush and bombastic
each host coerces
the baton
mouths go on and on
chlorophyll on careening tongue
resurgence of bile
coterminous commentary regurgitates...
i’m caught in the loop
i press a button
the curtain falls
i sip “soup”
7/14/2017
light poetry
I knew muse senses were waning
when I rose so late from bed.
All the world seems spinning
and sleepiness still dances in my head.
Some days life just gets you down
and nothing you can do to change it.
So here I am just pondering displaying a frown
that the day is lost and I just blew it.
What's left to say?
Blah, blah, blah.
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