"balderdash"
there once was a man named Lear
it can be said it can't be quite clear
if none of the nonsense he wrote
would in a pea-green boat float
but he wasn't King or Norman
that's q*eer
Balderdash and buttonholes
Are they wearing real mink stoles?
Reminds me of the days of trolls.
As I say this my eye rolls.
My silly side lives in the drolls.
Are those horses with their foals?
Where are the sanitary bowls?
Balderdash and buttonholes
This poem has grown a nose that rolls.
"That's utter balderdash," I loudly screamed
you can't catch a dragon with a mousetrap.
This operation proves you have no clue
we're in trouble; put on your thinking cap!
I'm sorry, but luck is not on our side
and we don't have the time for dissension.
Apples to apples we don't stand a chance
it's your life; you had best pay attention.
Jumpy, you're frightened of your own shadow
and before nightfall you'll be hearing things.
Setting traps is a total waste of time
it's a foolish plan, for dragons have wings.
You boggle my mind; I have to speak out
let’s let common sense affect the outcome.
Don't risk getting seen, until we spot it
and don’t attack it with pitchforks, that’s dumb.
We'll need to do everything in stealth mode
using a password other than guess who.
And by employing our wits, we’ll listen
for a kerplunk; dragons like water too.
And then we’ll fling out all our fishing nets
that we'll secretly prepare in advance.
And hope it gets hopelessly entangled
for I think drowning it is our best chance.
(Quatrain)
Mar. 04, 2019
A man indigenous to his homeland
was part of a tribal community.
And ancestral ties created a band
that lived off nature with impunity.
A man burnt red by a color-blind sun
had a history that preceded him.
And he lived free, subservient to none
before the white man arrived on a whim.
A spiritual man he turned to God
with no immunity to the white plague.
And finding himself homeless and outlawed
his traditions and customs became vague.
His beliefs upgraded from balderdash,
like a phoenix, he rises from the ash.
(Sonnet)
Nov. 21, 2018
TRIBUTE TO NATIVE CULTURE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
The media quickly came around with photoflash
Flowing champagne caused a sticky splash
What fuss commotion and mishmash
All because Alicia won the trophy playing Balderdash
On her way home Alicia made a dash
But in one momentous flash
A man with the funniest moustache
Drove towards Alicia causing their cars to crash
Alicia ended up with a slight whiplash
And said to fix the car will need some cash
Not much harm was done in the clash
In the backseat was Alicia’s trophy standing brash
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on January 17, 2019 for contest RHYME BATTLE XII sponsored by JULI-MICHELLE
Originally posted on February 27, 2018
Why don't I
jump up and
down with my hand
on my head yelling
"balderdash!"
When the poem
strings me out
even from the very title,
like politics, history or
makes no sense like dreams?
Thank goodness some people
can write like this.
I can't.