Steven West's envoy #70 was a
teensy wee stew
eater who'd
vowed never to
wow anyone not
applying a
glands-on ap-
proach to
poaching today's or
any other
dazed whirled
musings on
plopular brick-
ish social ren-
ditions of all
winos who con-
tained extra cracks not a-
vailable on earlier
blurred virgins.
The dandelions spoke gibberish today,
their wishes in disarray from a roiling wind
sweeping through lowland fields and meadows,
and among the gnarled roots of elder trees along the riverbank~
I squint my eyes trying to shade them from the glow of the setting sun,
to watch bubbles of joy
from yesterday wash downstream
toward the dark valley of disillusionment.
What is that gizmo on your head?
Little doodad his son quickly said
Is it a whatchamacallit or a rinky dink?
Whatever you want Daddy, whatever you think.
The pool-side aliens who had been listening were trying to decipher
Words that made no sense, like vacuum, dust, and diaper
Gizmo? Doodad? Rinky Dink?
Do we have the right planet, do you think?
Let’s find an easier language to study,
said the Captain Little Buddy.
you pen poetry
in a foreign dialect
without translation
without rhyme without reason
it is gibberish to me
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.
Her jabberwocky gibberish angered me
My irritation became mammoth disproportioned
She ignores all facts
Picking and choosing who to believe
Making up new “alternative facts”
Endorsing and quoting an entertainment channel
Which should be sued for using the word news
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.
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.
Gibberish
Gibberish
Gibberish
My head is filled with gibberish
Habbulu
Babbulu
Shabbulu
Can’t someone stop me from babbling?
Hippity
Giffity
Biggity
My head is spinning three sixty
Hottolly
Pottolly
Nottolly
I’m losing my mind totally
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I eavesdrop on chatty breezes
whispering words of gibberish,
amidst the sound of rustling leaves.
By setting the leaves aflutter;
they garner secrets from the trees,
interpreting their sighs and heaves.
Autumn creates a fairyland,
at the first hint of Jack Frost's breath;
stripping all the trees in the park.
And rays of light freckle the ground:
playing tag with shifting shadows,
cast by naked twigs, bare and stark.
Strolling through Fall's kaleidoscope
my anxieties disappear,
and I tend to manage a smile.
The sweet laughter of the children
frolicking in piles of dried leaves:
makes Summer's departure worthwhile.
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?
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
A pointless dot,
clumping in the surge
of edges and curves
A clumping dot,
in the pointless surge
of edges and curves
A surging dot,
in the pointless clump
of edges and curves
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
I love to confuse people
Only I understand
Through random letters
Confusion at its finest.
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