Long Nonsense Poems
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Five little words, “I'll love you to infinity”
Okay, please don't write me letters
I realize it's five little words but who cares
Five words are probably better
To prove the depth of my deep devotion
I use all the tricks in the book
Must be showing on my weathered old mug
With this sappy dreamy eyed look
Can't help it, I look and feel like a clown
No control, you're totally to blame
Have you no pity, you've set me on fire
And constantly fanning my flame
Guess you could call it a poem about love
Some poets are famous for this
Really not asking for no fame or fortune
Just a tender sweet hug and a kiss
Okay THREE little words then, “I love you”
Really has quite the same meaning
Thinking of yelling it from every rooftop
But I might get arrested for screaming!
Conumdrum 1
Conscientious Objectors
Prisoner #1 says to Prisoner #2
"Let me get this straight I am here because I killed someone,
and you are here because you don't want to kill someone"?
Does that make sense?
John Derek Hamilton
January 11,2016
* Update Most conscientious objectors have been freed, and alternatives to military service have been offered to them. Thanks go to God who is the Supreme Judge and Lawgiver !!
I so don’t have time for nonsense
You’ve gotta want to help yourself
Do you really want to sit and stagnate
In your pool of negativity and pessimism
There are kind people passing you on either side
While you are busy harping on the gloom and doom
You’re not noticing or hearing any of them
Do you really want to close your eyes
And not see any positive around you
There’s beauty all around you
You’re creating your world through your perception
Your reality is so off balance
Won’t you step back
Take a deep breath
And open up
Look for what’s beautiful
What’s bright and happy
What’s warm and kind
Realize that there’s something else out there
You’ve got to want to help yourself
AP: 3rd place 2020
Submitted on October 11, 2017 for contest NEVER GOING TO DRAG ME DOWN sponsored by JULIE LEIGH RODEHEAVER - RANKED 3RD
Those Irrational numbers used in maths,
They lead to understanding what's real,
Those numbers rationalise all that we make,
Like building a perfectly round wheel,
With pi and e and the Golden ratio,
And of course the square root of two,
We can now create everything,
Though Pythagorians thought it taboo.
And how irrational numbers, with a small leap of faith,
Made us logical, stable and wise,
Like the small leap of faith in an irrational god,
When he sent down those three little wise guys.
Yet we try to rationalise the bizarre,
The whimsical, nonsense of insane,
Though it can’t be defined in maths or a bible,
Or in a simple quatrain.
Sofa Chances
A veteran who served this land
Employed by a sofa shop
In Bethesda, Maryland
Made an afternoon delivery stop
Lovely lady came to the door
Wearing provocative dress
He put the couch on the floor
And sat down quickly to catch his breath
He on one end of the sofa
And she perched on the other
Thought he'd move a bit closer
Carefully, like a swimming otter
His first brash move caused him to fear
The sofa made a strange sound
But he wanted to get near
So he stood his sofa-sitting ground
After some agonizing moves
He managed to reach her end
And thought how he might improve
His chances to make her a close friend
He whispered into her cute ear
She shrieked like it was doomsday
"Fool, Why did you stay in here?"
My cop husband is in the driveway
Now he's a very swift runner
But the K-9 had great speed
Cop put him in his cruiser
And drove him over to Walter Reed
After required medical care
And handcuffed to his bedrail
The cop didn't charge him a fare
Just transported him to county jail
Trying to pass an elephant
Through a needle is crazy and irrational
That's a narrow path to nonsense
Trying to fake it or to faint
That you score when you drop the ball
Every time is highly deceptive
That's a spooky way to show unintelligence
A sore loser is pusillanimous and vindictive
An illustrious leader accepts defeat and concedes
After losing a long battle. Bad or foolish deeds
Merit no rewards or compensation
Great men show comprehension, compassion
Bravery and true leadership in a crisis
Doing the impossible thing is not a basis
To a successful outcome. Common sense
Prevails all the time. Ignorance and intolerance
Deserve no defense. A man with a magnanimous heart
And bravery is a hero who puts nobody apart
Because unity wins all the time. Division is a cancer
That destroys dreams, hope and a better future
A genius keeps everything relative, relevant and simple
And stays away from anything that's senseless and impossible.
Copyright © December 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
I used to walk carefree around this world,
My shoulders light and free of any chips
Not thinking fate would ever come unfurled
By nonsense escaping naïve lips
I thought Murphy ’s Law was ludacris
Karma for a mind that over thinks
Superstition existed to dismiss
All part of fate’s anxiety hijinks’
Until it came to my moving day
I lived high up on the 11th floor
Casually to the moving guys, “Hey,
Do this quick, I’ll tip you a little more.”
A few shortcuts to speed things up a bit
“What’s the very worst that could happen?
Throw straps on that piano, get on with it,
Hurry up now, I’m too busy to tap in.”
Off I went to an important meeting
Signed the client that made everyone wary
Called 3 times for this face to face greeting
I wonder why they call her bloody Mary
No bad ever gets to me, nothing could
I stepped on cracks all the way home, too
And I refuse to ever knock on wood
Who could be so down with a sky so blue!
I peered up toward the aforementioned sky
A feeling unfamiliar appeared
A trick of the reflection in my eye?
Or warnings come to fruition I feared
Hurtling down due to a broken pulley
Was my big beautiful baby grand
No one took the time to check it fully
And I stood right where it was to land
I wish now I watched my fate testin’ talk
Cuz that piano is really hummin’
Whose ivories tickled me into sidewalk
Damn, I guess I shoulda seen it comin’
January 27, 2023
Shoulda Seen it Comin' Contest
Sponsor: John Lawless
We see them sitting in towers
carved from ‘learned’ ivory,
insulated by their tenure
from the world of reality,
poisoning their students minds,
putting bad ideas in their heads,
the kind that in a century
left one hundred million souls dead.
They know they face no consequence,
they even blacklist all others,
it’s the students who pay the cost,
in the real world they all suffer
for imbibing leftist nonsense
that they learned at academy,
betrayed by malign professors,
by ‘elites’ who are not elite.
We see them strutting in Hollywood,
convinced that their fame is greatness,
they want us to watch ever film,
yet our values they dismiss.
Thinking they’re on the cutting edge,
and the we’re all just inbred proles,
they think that lying well on film
makes them the people in the know.
Yet most of them have more spouses
when most people have fingers,
all their rapes are upsetting,
the pedophilia disturbs.
Once called the city of angels,
now just a Sodom on the sea,
a mess of ruined human souls,
an ‘elite’ who are not elite.
Glance upon the creative scenes,
you’ll find many more of this kind,
like the ‘artist’ who wants thirty grand
for a spray-painted orange rind!
Or maybe the plotless writer
who calls it ‘literary fic,’
bad characters just moaning on
about how they’re damaged and sick.
Don’t forget today’s architect
with his swiss-cheese ‘masterpiece,’
it’s supposed to be a building,
nut I looks like concrete feces.
I wouldn’t take any of this
even if given out for free,
they’re making all art hideous,
these ‘elites’ who are not elite.
Then there are all of the blowhards
who make up the modern news,
thinking that you will only see
the things that they pick and choose.
When any man with internet
can see through their partisan crap,
and lord do they get all annoyed
when you call them out on that.
If they cannot win they censor
and double down on their madness,
the idea that they can’t control us
is one they cannot stomach yet.
Those fools will tell me it’s raining
while I walk down a sunny street,
it is far time we tear them down,
damned ‘elites’ who are not elite.
Once I begin, words arise and flow,
They won't cease, for that would be a crime, you know.
I won't sin, I've doubted enough on my own,
Look at me, say you love me, in the mirror, be shown.
Feel, live, love, embrace until you burst,
Explode like a bomb, upon my roof, a poetic outburst.
Snatch my soul, if it still resides within,
Oh, what a pity, a sorrow I feel, let the verses begin.
God, grant me patience, I'm losing my sense,
Let's pause, take a deep breath, recompense.
All okay? Did you comprehend my rhyme?
If you wish, I'll slow down, like a breeze in its prime.
Gentle wind, not a harsh, biting gust,
A breeze or a smile, in you, I trust.
Smile when you gaze upon me, eyes that don't lie,
But I beg, deceive me, let sweet lies amplify.
Not smart nor coherent, this choice I make,
But I prefer sweet lies, my ears they won't break.
Do you catch my drift, understand my plea?
It's an odd request, but indulge me, let it be.
Not wise or logical, this path that I take,
Seeking peace, avoiding harm for my own sake.
Already ruined, beyond your salvation,
A glimmer of hope, a faint revelation.
What a shame, no pity owed from me,
Rejoice, for I won't suffer, set me free.
I won't bother you anymore, this text finds its end,
A whisper, a shout, a sigh, to which air may not attend.
Ah, I regret wasting your precious time,
My talent lacking, a feeble rhyme.
But perhaps, it brings a bit of cheer,
A small gift to make you a tad more sincere.
Our dear leader
Our favorite President
President Trump
Once again
Interjected himself
Into areas that he knows nothing about
Making a fool of himself
In the process
Why does he do this?
Time after time
Talking nonsense
It is because
He is the smartest man
In the universe
Knows more than anyone else
And so he feels
He has to comment
On everything
Under the sun
And then some more
Even when he
Does not know
What he is talking about
So painful to watch such a fool
Mark Twain had sage advice
If you want people to think
You are a fool
Open your mouth
and remove all doubt
In the midst
Of the devastating Paris Norte Dame Fire
He tweeted
“So horrible to watch the massive fire
at Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris,”
“Perhaps flying water tankers
could be used to put it out.
Must act quickly!”
Later, Mr. Obvious noted,
They’re having a terrible,
terrible fire,”
Mr Trump later told reporters.
“It looks like it’s burning to the ground.”
The French were not amused
By the unwanted advice
By the fire fighter in chief
France’s civil defense agency,
Sécurité Civile, tweeted —
once in French
and once in English
— less than two hours after Mr Trump
sent his tweet
and appeared
to directly respond to the US president.
“Helicopter or aeroplane,
the weight of the water
and the intensity of the drop
at low altitude
could indeed weaken
the structure of Notre Dame
and result in collateral damage
to the buildings in the vicinity,”
the agency wrote in French.
And despite never posting updates in English,
the agency then sent out a second tweet.
Hundreds of firemen of the Paris Fire Brigade are doing everything they can to bring the terrible #NotreDame fire under control. All means are being used, except for water-bombing aircrafts which, if used, could lead to the collapse of the entire structure of the cathedral.
— Sécurité Civile Fr (@SecCivileFrance) April 15, 2019
And the French provided
This helpful advice
To the Fire Fighter in chief
When California burned
you did not seem to be a fire expert.
Please, shut up.
It is a tragic moment
for the cultural heritage of humanity.
april 17 poem for April Month of Poetry Challenge see Writers Digest, All Poetry and my blog, https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com for the rest