Nash Poems

I Don't See What You See

Sparrows enjoy a certain reputation
For intimacy and hope

Crosby Stills and Nash sang of them
In Suite: Judy Blue Eyes
As compatriots to the morning
Air
With guitar strums and high notes

Truth be told
Sparrows are bulkier than the normal song bird
And not particularly
Pretty
Brown and gray as a mound of dirt

Chirpy jerky punk band

And they have no problem with crowding out
From

Frederick Ogden Nash

Frederick Ogden Nash
did a lot more than sling hash
his poetical humor knew no bounds
and his writing never failed to astound

Setting Ogden Nash Straight

     Ogden Nash penned these two lines
        ‘How odd of God
           to choose the Jews’

     My reply across the times 
        ‘God would

Favorite Ogden Nash, Will Rogers and Robert Frost Horn Haiku

when i was a sage
would want to take advantage
of poems i manage

while being a sage
would write my poems page by page
which was latest rage

with capacity
poems had much tenacity
for sagacity

had a head with bone (Bonehead)
either against wall would stone
or leave me alone

when he was a priest
together puzzle had pieced
he would be a beast

had been annoyed
horrible hemorrhoid
was

Clerihew Nash

Englishman Paul Nash
with pastoral art made quite a splash
An artist between two world wars
juxtaposing style by the score

Diane Nash

Honorable, legendary civil rights pioneer, Diane Nash
A cherished treasure that can't be purchased with cash 

 A great American. An enduring heroine to the nation 
   Her fierce activism helped end racial segregation



Date written 11/17/2022

Clerihew Nash

New York poet Ogden Nash
with rhyme made quite a splash
His topics aesthetically absurd
so popular though when heard

Clerihew Nash

John Northcote Nash
with Bucks cornfields* did make a splash
Like his talented brother Paul
an artist worthy to recall

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I No Longer Like Nash

I no longer like Nash,
At him teeth gnash;
A chance and his head bash
For being grossly rash
In his spending of cash
Over a bought sash

All his reasons “Thrash”
To him like a child trash!

I shall no longer see Nash,
For it shall end in a crash,
Now quite sure he’s brash…

Indeed, this way Nash
To another I’ll dash!

Nash Was Not Oblivious

I wonder whether the well-known poets of yore
Read poems around a potbelly stove in a local store,
Whether they entered contests sponsored by a peer
Or discussed poetry with a friend over a cold beer?
Do you think Poe might have rewritten and revised,
To make his poems acceptable to an editor’s eyes?
Somehow, I think Nash was not oblivious

May Nash

MAY NASH 
	(1968)

Henry, I’ve stocked in the beer you used to like— 
a half-dozen cold bottles just waiting for you!
And the little tomatoes—  the other things.

Nights, I try to keep the lights on—
I always say it is just for company. 
Truth is, I’m afraid of the dark
— not a presence in it—  the

The Nash Family

This is a story of a girl and her beau, 
Where life would lead, they did not know.

They dated for several years,
There was laughter and some tears.

One day the boy asked the girl to be his wife,
He wanted her forever a part of his life.

Then a year later a baby was born,
On some days their

I Wish I Had Met Ogden Nash

It's too bad he left this earth in 1971.
I believe knowing him would have been a lot of fun.
He was born in Rye, New York, but moved frequently.
Baltimore was where he had his longest residency.
He was a panelist on the game show "Masquerade Party"
Ogden proved to write with great ability.
His collections of poems are absolutely

Poem I Prepared Reminded Me of Ogden Nash

Poem I Prepared Reminded Me of Ogden Nash

Rhinoceros may be related  to hippopotamus;
Synonymous and anonymous in a metropolis;
Both together do live;
Each other bath give;
Thought appeared to be purely preposterous.

Have you been laughing yet,
Read my poem with regret;
Live in rafter,
Or hereafter;
A moron like me have met.

What you did do was dubious
Matter becoming mischievous;
Handle with care;
Even

An Aftertaste

Nor a lovely form, nor a relevant content, nor sophisticated writing technique. Goosebumps, a cool wave along the spine, a flash of pleasure and the pleasure's aftertaste - a strange feeling akin to a guilty conscience of the handworker who, after a sweet fight with himself, swears "never again!" - that's a true sign of

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