An Ode to My Never Ending Rambling

Ode to My Never Ending Rambling
Od to My Never Ending Rambling

ODE TO MY NEVER ENDING RAMBLING

1.)

We met and talked and talked for many hours,

at times we felt as if we were alone,

we cast each word as if it was a stone,

so surprised when our conversation sours.

Maybe this time is not the time for love

or companionship with its ups and downs,

maybe this time we hide all of our frowns

in gestures mimicking a mourning dove.

These bursts of thought I share with most strangers

a hasty monologue that I have held

too long inside my empty cavity.

Though thoughtless talk may hold many dangers

this insurrection of my speech compelled

to share my dismay in depravity.

2.)

This type of communication my pill

though hard to swallow harder yet to quit

and hold my mouth shut like a horse on bit

to throw these words instead upon a quill.

I try in ten minutes to free my soul

to throw upon the world unruly thought

to share with anyone my manic plot

so hasty that I might just meet my goal.

I do not know how long I’ll be alone

so talk must quickly occur when it can

to find some answers and maybe a laugh.

No reason why I hide behind my phone

so much to say yet nothing goes as plan

instead I sound like scratch on phonograph.

Ode to My Never Ending Rambling
Ode to My Never Ending Rambling

3.)

I need an intimacy director

someone to make my script reality

once close to people I need referee

to point the way from flower to nectar.

If I could control my pointless rambling

the words that never find themselves correct

that always seem to point at my defect

and send my prospects out the door running.

I guess this fault could be a blessing true

a way to filter out the ones who harm

and hold onto the ones who really care.

I wish and wish this person could be you,

I’m friendly, calm, and mean no one alarm,

I throw my speech around with none to spare.

4.)

Oh lord, I pray, help me control crazy.

I pray for tools to help me think before

I cause the public to run out the door,

the point of conversation gone hazy.

My Labradors will listen to my talk

their heads will move from side to side ears perked,

my effort at engagement may have worked

or maybe they are begging for a walk.

These bursts of thought I share with most strangers

so talk must quickly occur when it can

and hold onto this talk that shows I care.

Though thoughtless talk may hold many dangers

so much to say yet nothing goes as plan

I throw my speech around with none to spare.

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Jamie Lee Hamann

Things have changed over the years. My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I have a passion for writing short fiction and poetry. I started writing for TCE around 2015 and since then I have finished two collections of poetry "Six Years of Service" and "The Rhyme of the Ancient Middle Class" both available on Amazon and plans for more. I share a weekly poem for TCE every Saturday. I started work on my first novel and I am using TCE to share my progress as I go. I share new excerpts of this work every weekend. A Science Fiction novel that I hope is enjoyable to read. I currently live in Lemmon Valley NV with my family. I am excited to share my poetry and my writing. If you desire to find my other work on the internet feel free to stop by my website simplepoetics.weebly.com. The website offers articles on poetry, poems, and links to all my other writing.

5 thoughts on “An Ode to My Never Ending Rambling

  • March 9, 2020 at 10:38 PM
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    Tis always best, I believe, to be open about feelings and not hide them. If we love someone, it is a kind thing to do to let them know – then it is very wise to have enough faith in yourself to accept any result. Very nicely penned and emotive verses, Jamie. I enjoyed reading.

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  • March 10, 2020 at 7:42 PM
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    As always my friend – very nicely one and pure enjoyment to read…

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    • March 15, 2020 at 12:47 PM
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      Excellent as always Jamie. I also find it kind of humorous the line about scratch on a phonograph, I just finished something with a similar message. Lol funny how we are all interwoven somehow in this tapestry. Agree with Phyllis, it is always good to let your feelings of love be known or else they will eat you from inside. Nice work.

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  • March 22, 2020 at 5:50 PM
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    I hope that I did not copy. I am sorry if I did I write so stream of conscious and at times carry over what I am reading. Let me know. Jamie

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