Long Gibberish Poems
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A person is dogmatic when they are expressing opinions very strongly or positively as if they were facts. This "rebellion” is very dramatic, and theatrics are not my strong suit. There are White men holding signs that read “Black Lives Matter” during so-called “protests” to boot. If there is merchandise being produced where is the revenue being sent? Has all the money been spent? Where are the headquarters and who is the corporate executive officer? Who is the treasurer? It is my life that I treasure. To burn down a police station is an idiotic measure to ask for peace between your ghetto and the police. Should one be spared even if they attempt to murder a police officer? Kill or be killed is a law on the streets, but that to some is obsolete when the situation involves the police. What is the phone number? They were thrown a bone. I do not lose sleep. I slumber. Can you give me an exact statistical number of black lives that were lost due to the police policing the streets of American Society with lethal force? My sense of propriety will not allow me to be on the fence regarding this issue. Between 1980 and 2023 , approximately 30,000 Black men were shot and murdered by the police. I have heard such gibberish such as “defund” the police. Taking their money will not make them work harder to defend themselves against threatening suspects I suspect. The families of some of the deceased have been given settlements, so I heard through the media. They were cut a check. The police were told that the government should cut their checks. Dogmatic Individuals have many problems in understanding new ideas. They cannot accept reasonable ideas instead of their own incorrect ideas. If there is a corporate executive officer found I doubt that this person will have anything to say that is profound. There will be no statue erected in his image. There will be no one to say “I stand corrected”. There will be no direct and reasonable ideas exchanged between vandals, looters, protesters, and those who commit intentional arson, and the officers of the law. I saw a police station on fire in another state; this was being aired on the news. I never heard if anyone was apprehended. Maybe no one left any clues.
A Poetic Pinnacle
By Franklin Price12/10/2016
A poetic pinnacle I'm trying to attain
The thought of it is daunting as it's running through my brain
There is no heavy lifting, where I would need a crane
I meet it with some humor and never with disdain
I hope I am successful that it will entertain
Familiarity with many words I will attempt to feign
I try it mainly for myself, want nothing else to gain
Want new underwear for Christmas, I hope that they are Hanes
Further alphabet progression in this poem I will ingrain
More difficult than first grade and reading Dick and Jane
“K” prevents inclusion, by the wayside it is lain
I must leave it lying there my progress to maintain
“N” words now evade me and “O” is just a pain
This poem is a monorhyme and not a short quatrain
Of the letters in the alphabet, only eight remain
Hope that I can make it while still remaining sane
If you see me spouting gibberish put me on the crazy train
That travels to a plane that will fly me to Ukraine
Before I arrive I'll comb my hair I'm just a little vain
The excitement now of writing this, beginning now to wane
“X” and “Y” makes me so hungry, I think I'll eat some Zatarain
As you see there were five letters that left me in the rain
If you think of real words, let me know, if not, you must refrain
It's the first week with my new pet/roommate
I've met him once before and he seemed like someone I can live with
I will say though, he does need to control himself sometimes
Last night he climbed into bed with me
Not only did he climb in bed with me,
but he also slept on the only pillow as well
I let him pet me because it helps him fall asleep
I just wish he would close the door when he goes to the bathroom
That smell, dang- it's enough to make my tail stand up
But hey, all-in-all he's a great pet
He feeds me in the morning, afternoon, and night!
When we go for walks...
I get to poop on that nasty neighbor's lawn- "Sweet"
I love my new pet!
I call him- "Ruff, ruff, ruff Ruff, ruff Ruff"
Don't ask me what he calls me,
Because he speaks in some kind of gibberish
I wonder if he knows what I'm saying
Okay sorry, here he comes,
time to act stupid again-
"Ruff, ruff, ruff ... Ruff, ruff ... ruff"
Now to lick him, and get me one of those awful tasting treats
that were probably made from the buttholes and insides
of some kind of wild Siamese two-tongued, five-toed sloths
Whose mom was a cross between a one-eyed cow and a cross-eyed cyclops
Well, enough barking for tonight
I hope my pet can shut off that darn television before he goes to bed
And- "GIVE ME BACK MY PILLOW"
I love my new pet
I do my best to train him
It's a little ruff
A baby’s first gibberish talks,
or a feather tickling your cheek.
Water cascading over rocks,
or the laugh of a chuckling creek.
The spectacle of a sunrise,
or the coo of a turtle dove.
The glow within a infant’s eyes,
or memories of your first love.
A saffron moon's celestial light,
or mountains glistening with snow.
A sprig of stars hung in the night,
or a day watching tulips grow.
Remember just how good it felt,
to recall such simple pleasures.
Little things that make your heart melt,
trigger reactions God measures.
Written Jan.16th, 2016 for “Simple Pleasures - Poetry Contest.”
Not knowing where Time begins
and ends...I suppose, we could be
anywhere? And if Eternity is true,
well, what does it matter?
So, let’s say that, for now, I am here
with you, and you with me – and all Time
is in the moment...then we are beginning
and end and eternity together.
You speak of End Times. While my life
is one of beginnings; this morning was
Sunrise...and in the evening will be Star
Rise – and I will love you even more
and not less.
Moonlight is liquid – didn’t you know?
A sable brush feathering from sunset, how
we sort of saturate the canvases of one and
other, transverse, cleansing and freshening
our borderlines. Let us paint love tonight.
Using fingers and Tongues, speaking ours
in a primal way
a child-like language of fond and far purer
gibberish.
They don’t give a monkeys
You’ve read what they’ve said
These flunkeys are off their head
Braggadocio pinocchio junkies
Baz cronies nutter baloney utter
Phoney show ponies in the gutter
Stutter one more flutter then splutter
Aussies like a knife through butter
The death of a nation..us all pining for Bazball’s fine dining/opining alright whining degustation;
Amuse bouche (louche with a bag of douche);
Golly gosh Hogwash
Humpty Dumpty Numpty
Total scrotal Tosh
To start (brain fart);
Fish have another swish
Trumpet Bazball strumpet crumpet
Dish of death wish Gibberish
To cleanse the palette (God dammit);
Far too mellow sickly sweet lemoncello
Take a mallet to the Bazball planet (grief aperitif & digestif)
Entree (naysay it's okay.. the way we play come what may every bloody day);
Ruddy veteran fuddy duddy buddies bash
Splash of rash & brash
Off stump chump slump rump
Dash..lash then crash
Flash Balderdash hash
Desert ( just desserts)
Teasing wheezing ego pleasing Trollop
Dollop of Codswallop
With a twist of narcissist mist (you get the gist)
Cheese board (traditions ignored)
Aussie gloat aged goat
Camembert despair
Double header immature cheddar
Out fought and out thought Roquefort
(served with they're crackers and in a bit of a pickle)
Petit Fours (flaws encores & guffaws);
Scoop of NincomPOOP
Tasty bit of hasty bullshi*
Peacocks big bolloc*s
Tripe as ripe as our Gripe
You don’t get a coffee because like Test cricket they can’t do it for toffee
Light..Sky..Stars
I took all these for granted, since I was born.
Always their glorious presence there.
Blessing my decades, with moments, so rare!
But what if, from my life, they were torn?
Too much do I, on worldly gibberish think.
Monday morning my head in the news, enough
to give me the blues.
Never thanking them for spiritual clues.
My head lost in bad news doth sink.
This morning, a thank you, to them, I do address.
On my knees, with head.....down,
For being, of my days, a shiny crown.
I am lost now in sunrised happiness.
5/3/2021
~1~
[Sometimes when I’m struggling to write
I scrawl gibberish in the hope that inspiration
will lie within. Sometimes, just sometimes…
I like the result. This is one such]
There’s an ostrich in my porridge
There’s a shrew in my canoe
There’s a tiger in my trifle
There’s a Shih Tzu in my shoe
There’s a spider in my cider
There’s a goldfish in my loo
There’s an aardvark in the car park
and a coypu in my stew
There’s a monkey looking funky
With a meerkat for a hat
And an adder up a ladder
Hiding from a hungry rat
There’s a beaver with a cleaver
For he hasn’t any teeth
And a gator ate a waiter
Which was really rather brief
There’s a haddock in my paddock
And he’s in a proper muddle
An explosion in the ocean
Left him splashing in a puddle
A polar bear just over there
Has seen an easy lunch
For haddock are so juicy
With not many bones to crunch
He gave up eating penguins
When a penguin bit his neck
He won’t see that electric fence
For Polar bears don’t check
And when he got a zap
He got an aura that was fiery
He staggered round in circles
With his hair all black and wiry
He tried to brush the soot off
But he’d have to wash it later
He didn’t get the chance
Because he met the alligator
The gator had to rest because
Although he felt quite chuffed
A waiter and a polar bear
Had left his belly stuffed
But my wife grabbed a hammer
And she’s had ten thousand views
Of her alligator handbag
And her alligator shoes
[Well, you were warned!]
Oh, for a while it’s been crazy inside
the beltway,
no telling what insanity arises each day,
with a seemingly psychologically challenged
Prez,
for crying out loud listen to some of the
gibberish he sez!
He cares nothing for the environment,
he takes a wrecking ball to it, I’m spent.
Grocery prices can’t go down,
with our poor Earth’s global warming,
you clown.
Hey, the shutdown is hurting many
Including veteran troops,
as government workers are your target
you nincompoop.
We need to find migrant children who
disappeared,
not you worrying about suspending
late night hosts you jeered.
What’s with the bizarre hairdo,
and the orange makeup that looks
like you’re a new species in the zoo.
It’s crazy inside the beltway,
can we as a country find coherent
and thoughtful candidates, not goofs,
instead of a real life Mad magazine spoof. ~
Janus Face
Chaotic dialect set-off back-and-forth
Two contrasting characteristics
One is proven to be duplicitous
Political backing of the other party
Now denies it
A refusal that of a true statement
Two-headed bull, speaks gibberish
But the bull is goaded,
wounded, half-crazed
If the bull could reason,
it would understand
After the matador shows off
assessing the bull
The matador unfurls a red cape
Makes me sigh
Men, and women who stand by the bull
Who want to take away freedom
A kind of deception in which you
intentionally hide your true feelings
Intentions behind false words or
Freedom’s away from women's choices
Of their own bodies!
Immigrants’ work grants and
reforms dissolving
They define our American character
and shared history
They are not a problem we need solving
Doctors arrested for saving mothers'
LGBT rights gone
It’s wrong according to the Good Book
A*** or oral copulation “bad acts”
aren’t limited to homophobes
Hear, hear,
Listen to you!
Invisible self
I’m just a regular guy trying to help you –
but if you go back to your old world, beware,
because there are some tricky guys out there
No freedom for those people
Students’ books banned,
Bullying left-facing taken into their own hands
Shine a spotlight on the humanity of immigrants,
and the underlying theme is compassion
Chaotic dialect back-and-forth
Left-facing a Warrior for the people
Our beautiful United States will not be free at all
If together we don’t stand,
So, divided we will fall
On day 1, I promise to take all social experimentation (affordable housing), woke agenda (ban books), side issues (woke ideology) and throw them in the trash—Ron DeSantis
There's one thing that we have in common— Neither of us will be the nominee for our party in 2024—Gavin Newsom