Best Gibberish Poems
I eavesdrop on chatty breezes
whispering words of gibberish;
amidst the sound of rustling leaves.
For setting the leaves aflutter,
they garner secrets from the trees,
decoding subtle sighs and heaves.
Autumn creates a fairyland,
with the assistance of Jack Frost;
inking changing leaves in the park.
Rays of sunlight freckle the ground;
playing tag with shifting shadows
cast by naked twigs looking stark.
Strolling through Fall's kaleidoscope
my anxieties disappear;
and I tend to leave with a smile.
For the laughter of the children
frolicking in piles of dried leaves;
makes these Autumn outings worthwhile.
Here I go again, laying my head, on the line, how droll
As I rummage around for any last bits of my sorry soul
With the now vacant space my thoughts can roam free
But, no one is listening, so with silence, I cannot agree
Are not my thoughts not just voices, so I am not alone
The walls of my mind become a vast screen of my own
With the past and present flashing by, so future comes
Time have I to deliberate to the messages it succumbs
Each one of us, on our own path, chosen, or otherwise
Others amongst us, living their life under fake disguise
Does history repeat itself; yes, of that you can be sure
Will we ever learn, I am afraid for that there is no cure
Thoughts here, within my own self-made private space
As I'm severed from time, I can loiter at my own grace
This feeling of serenity is me as without contamination
All the facts before me without any missed information
Also, to see a life disregarding all the wrong diversions
But there is no pain, or anger, I forward my excursions
As I know I will return to this path of life all over again
When this time more knowledgeable of life's new reign
These grey walls around me as allude nothing from me
We can never change our fated lives unless we can see
I'm on a roll, not a toilet paper roll
Methinks most would agree, if you took a poll
Mostly good limericks
At times just gibberish
Over the top silly, certainly not droll
If a fish
Could make a wish
for what would
this fish wish ?
a wishing fish
you say, tosh tish
but if you were
a wishing fish
would you wish for
a new dish ?
or a knish ?
what would a fish
do with a dish ?
and how would he
eat a knish ?
but if you knew
a wishing fish
exactly what
would this fish wish?
If you saw
a little bunny
on a tree stump
counting money
would you think
that it was funny
if he used it
to buy honey
to eat outside
while it was sunny
Just where would
that little bunny
get a bag full
of such money
To me that just seems
rather funny
If you saw
a blue canoe
being paddled by
a kangaroo
wearing shoes
size sixty two
Tell me just
what would you do
if there beside
that kangaroo
sat a rather large
and old gnu
I think I would
call the zoo
but, tell me
what it is you'd do
A bunny, fish
and kangaroo
were all out walking
two by two
they were followed
by a large gnu
I think this rather strange
don't you?
I don't know just
what I would do
If I saw walking
two by two
A bunny, fish
and kangaroo
in fact i do not
have a clue
but I know the fish's wish
don't you?
Not to be confused with Double Dutch which is no longer deemed
Politically Correct,
Or gobbledegoop which could be associated with goblins and witchcraft which
would make it unsuitable for religious folk,
Gibberish is now being learned by every nation on earth.
The cheif advantage of learning to speak gibberish is that nobody realy
understands it,
So it is hard to be held accountable for what you have said.
Gibberish is also now becoming the preferred written language worldwide.
Again you will not be held accounatble for something so open to
misinterpretation.
To obatain a masters degree in gibberish, you will need to learn about codes,
As you don't want your gibberish to be too consistant,
Or someone might be able to work out what you are saying and you could be
held accountable.
Another advantage of learning gibberish is that you won't have to forego that Extra drink, as drunk or sobre it will always be gibberish.
The more gibberish you produce the more people will respect you as
worldly and wise.
You will aslo make it easy for non gibberish speakers to interpret your orders in Ways that will let them get on with whatever they are doing without fear of
being held accountable.
A word of caution however, don't take too long to learn to speak gibberish or
You could be the last person except for the Queen to be understood and she has diplomatic immunity,
So you will be it, I am afraid, unless you sign up now at a very low price
to learn basic gibberish.
This guy prides himself in speaking gibberish
Multilingual, proud along with my limericks
Went to Benny Hill school
For underdeveloped fools
Passed with flying colours, ended up the class validick
I love to confuse people
Only I understand
Through random letters
Confusion at its finest.
I went fishing with two witches
Out in my new boat
There was me, the witches
Two black cats, and a little pygmy goat
We sat out on the water
The small odd group and me
And in the first few hours
Not one fish did we see
The witches looked on skyward
Grabbed hands to cast a spell
They said that this worked wonders
And then they both did yell
Icarus, thickarus, giraffes and wild dogs
Lizards, and giant gnu
Bippity, Boppity, snakes and we wish
An airborne callipoe stew
Suddenly the water around the boat
Started to steam, and then it did boil
The sun disappeared, the sky went all black
And the clouds went the colour of oil
The witches both gathered the nets on the boat
As the fish came on up from the deep
They were out of the water and up in the air
And through this the goat went to sleep
Icarus, thickarus, giraffes and wild dogs
Lizards, and giant gnu
Bippity, Boppity, snakes and we wish
An airborne callipoe stew
Fish were around us, high in the air
The witches waved nets as if mad
The cats didn't move nor did the goat
It was the best catch that I'd ever had
After a while the sky turned to blue
The witches sat back with a look
We'd netted hundred of fish from the lake
Now, they would have to be cooked
Icarus, thickarus, giraffes and wild dogs
Lizards, and giant gnu
Bippity, Boppity, snakes and we wish
An airborne callipoe stew
I took the boat in, and docked on the shore
With our fish all strung up just for show
Everyone there asked what bait did we use?
I just smiled, for they weren't set to know
I go fishing with witches at least once a week
My freezer is full and then some
Their spell is amazing, it works every time
They say it loud, and fish come
Icarus, thickarus, giraffes and wild dogs
Lizards, and giant gnu
Bippity, Boppity, snakes and we wish
An airborne callipoe stew
Pointedly poignant points portend pointillism.
Pontiffs pontificate pointless pointers ponderously.
Pompous poems populate Pompei pottery potently.
Porous *********** portrays Portuguese porta potties.
Poppies pop Popeye’s popular popcorn.
Populist populism pots ponies properly.
Blithering blather blots bloody bleeping blips.
Bloomberg blogs bleach bleating bloated blinks.
Bluebloods bloom black blackberry bloopers.
Bluetooth blizzards blame blurry blackboards.
Blithe blighted bladders blatantly block blades.
Blazing blasts bleed blooming blenders.
Fumbling fumes funerals fast.
Feuding fluid furniture flutters flaps.
Fighting flatulent flamingos flounder.
Floating flotillas flee flying flops.
Families foment future futile forms.
Freaky frozen French fries frighten frogs.
Slaves bind the rind and grind the porcine mind to a fine dust,
on the killing line, tools rust,
their shine left behind and our curly tailed brethren ascend to a time where the weather is fine ,
a constant sublime,
an unfurlment of the gaian divine,
ecstatic sequences sing to the night as biomechanisms swerve to harness the light..
rely not on sight but on the abolition of blight ,
keep it lit like a torch, avoid pork and veganise on the porch
lurch past the church and plant a score of yew trees and find the ease of the consciousness that lies within all of these felons and melons and rise up to heaven to join the eleven.
Asteroids slither thru bevels, and a blankness blankets their trails
as the evolution on earth slows to the pace of a snail
"SPIRITED GIBBERISH"
Curtained eyes droop, closing, cleansing, visions. Feathering sunlight. Splintering waked-vivid lashes dreaming of the day. Eyes concealing retreat from here, to there, to what once was, weightless pestilence, plumy blights. Wind-born, am I, are you, are they? They are all, that is, this day, until then. The here-after, the eternal, evermore, ceasing to end.
The sun’s high noon burn, midday life delighting indulgent nectar and poisons and berries, and hostile hide-outs. All, always, prayerful for sanctuary, pursuing salvation. Knowing nothing of a savior. Beasts entrusting the young to the wilds, wild-things, a wild thing-god, a thing, God, a god child, God’s child, in the middle dreaming wild.
Dusk sets the night, pyres for light. Chilling the fragile coos of fragile new marrow. Soothing-long, longing for soothing. Behold, a sooth-sayer begotten in the latter, an elder, lending cryptic scribbles, scrawling epistles. Enchant the ebon skies, dreams besotted by the corrupt, beyond the pale.
Prayers grasp at lucid kindles, sparking beacons, praise-dragged undertow. This display, playing age long into the moon-lit hours, into the starry night, night’s day, daydreaming. Dreams laying in waste, shouldering boasts, flanking fears. Pray, next for the embers to brighten the eyes sinking into the face of the darkness, shining light as we sleep.
Ofttimes yours truly assiduously tries to adlib,
but blubbers like a landlubber
at sea treading water donned with bib
(that doubles as yellow
spongy bobbing life jacket)
furiously doing doggy paddle
riding the next tidal wave
hoop fully washing me ashore to crib
if need be to dig an underwater channel
painstakingly slow drabs and drib.
The English language I simply adore
though offtimes methinks waxing eloquent
affects listeners as yours truly a bore
in record time flapping waxed lips
beholds one gordian
tongue tied knot major chore,
whereby I wanna bolt out figurative door
feeling deplorable and stuck
analogous to Eeyore.
Ache 'n to launch into a monologue
or chime into ongoing dialogue
me noggin off times generates brain fog
mental state mimicking one,
who quaffed an over abundance of grog,
which for this teetotaler would constitute
a mere thimble full of drink,
perhaps rum enhanced eggnog
just one sip and boing I go
topsy turvy as if a felled log
hit me over the head
rendering me unconscious.
Thus wood explain mine altered state
though unsightly gash on pate
battle scar leveled playing field
with the missus, 't other significant primate
supplementing and complementing
one aging long haired
pencil (vane ya) necked geek
being caged, yet free
to roam within human zoo
both, (née all) of us captive
on carousel of time
nsync with every other *****sapien
begot to participate in circle game.
All superfluous joking aside,
I strive to groom conversation,
whereby uninterrupted flow of words
(versus fumfering, hemming, hawing,
stammering, stuttering...), thine
general oral feedback paradigmatic guide
ever diligent to think
before I speak with pride
else I heep discourtesy
upon myself and chide
yours truly with harsh rebukes,
which maybe tantamount
going off the mountainside
plummeting into the abyss
engenders an unpleasant
metaphoric roller coaster ride,
and if crash test dummy doth survive -
upon gibbet he will be tried
punishment broadcast world wide
for flagrant horrendous verbal
egregiousness (waywardness) he belied.
Reduced to nonsense and gibberish
Unable to think; the brain’s gone squish
Dissolved into a puddle of drool
A muttering, stuttering dazed old fool.
Diminished capacity all can see
Sadly, not Biden, I’m talking ‘bout me.
that there is a personal something out there
something greater than what you can see, hear, touch, smell, taste,
study, test & validate through rigorously systematic rational
inquiry---
that this personal something cares about what your life specifically entails
on a daily basis
wherein what you as a little pubic hair in the great great great universe
somehow matter more than what your short life actually entails---
that this something out there can evade all questions because it holds some kind of
power that due to its very intangible nature & that makes you feel somehow
superior to the rest of us who do not believe as you that this something in any way, shape
or form does in fact exist or matter at all in the
slightest---
that there are texts that were somehow written down by actual human beings who have had
some kind of contact with this something
which we are all supposed to read, have read to us, be lectured upon, be brought up on, be
molded by & to abide by to the very last letter until our own annihilation---
that you can communicate directly with this something by squinting your eyes shut &
talking to yourself---
that because you think this something speaks to you, you therefore have the reason to
start wars with others who do not think like you
because you allows yourself to kill others in its name---
that you have the right to try & convert others into your way of thinking so that they no
longer follow their own cult’s stupidity but now yours---
that you somehow lay claim to land & that your manifested destiny may very well stretch
the whole of your periphery because of this something you believe in---
that you will die for this something, that you would kill family members & loved ones for
it if you felt that it told you to do so (those stirring voices in your own head rambling)---
that when you are finally dead,
you will be with it, closer to it, basking in it, doing its bidding,
rocking back & forth in a corner
mumbling complete &
utter
gibberish.
The human mind is a strange thing, fragile yet complex. For some it shatters at the slightest problem and for others it never shatters. Some learn the trick to avoid depression, anxiety and stress and other spend a lifetime struggling with it. Some have a hard time moving with life and other struggle with life going too slow. Pray one day the answers to my late night gibberish will be answered and these problems can go away.