Born in a barn raised on a farm
makin' hay come what may
won't do what I'm told
can't be bought or sold
with a mind of my own
don't need politicians
prophets or priests
deciding my decisions
drink from the bottle
drive full throttle
don't get me wrong
know where I belong
ain't got no social graces
know where my place is
do what nature taught me
down in the lower forty
where rattling the bars of their cage
'til the cattle come home
chickens from afar were induced
and returned to roost
while at day's end
the scarecrow he an' me
we be best of friends
If television is chewing gum for the eyes,
as this architect would have us think,
can you walk and chew gum at the same time
or would it put your TV on the blink?
But what if radio is bubble gum for the ears,
as is my personal perception,
would you be forever blowing big ones
or would it interfere with the reception?
If birds of a feather flock together
altho' it's a fact
how do opposites
like you and I attract?
North and south two similar poles
on opposing sides of the street
repel and push each other away
and so the twain shall never meet.
If there's a magnetic attraction
between you and me
then opposite poles be we
and as I recall you're not repellent at all
in truth quite the magnetic personality.
with apologies to Poe and Baum
Seventeen feathers*
is all that I need
to become a raven
instead of a crow.
A raven is majestic,
a crow just a crow~
they invade the cornfield
just to spite the scarecrow,
who cries out in despair:
it's a murder I fear,
please have a heart!
* The large primary flight feathers on the wing are called pinions; Ravens have 17 pinions while Crows have 16.
Unriddle this riddle before me
questions thrown helter skelter in the air
~ making an omelet from the medley
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
Interpretation~
springs from
dissatisfaction with
appearance and
a wish to improve~
yet appearance is
already complete
without need
for further
Appearance~~
Suspicious to see
All the calls for me
No one I know
Say they know me
When put to the test
No one can answer best
Now it appears
My Email is under threat
It's a bet
No one has the least idea
Of the things that appear
First, it's a prize
Then it's a warning
Finally, a threat
The police might come a storming
Being reclusive
Annoyed by above
If you're not my love
I'll become more elusive than the clouds above
What would you choose to do if out for fun?
You'd read a hundred pages of ‘Tom Sawyer?
Eat lentil soup, and hug an old sequoia?
She’s seventy next year, and she’s no nun –
the Jackson number five is called La Toya.
Perhaps you’d like to serve on a destroyer?
Attack a kindergarten with a gun?
Compete at auction, to secure a Goya?
Or are you, by your nature, an annoyer?
Trump Tower bound, to desecrate the foyer?
(Have patience, Gentle Reader: almost done!)
Beware the bear-trap, verbal hurdle, pun.
It’s not pronounced ‘La Jolla’, it’s ‘La Hoya’:
Just take my word. Just trust me. I’m a lawyer.
In my opinion, I think, I feel
Actually, In truth, To be honest
As for me, To my mind
I’d just like to suggest ~
that we eliminate
these pointless pests
Axiom illusion
Liquefied minuet
Sphere in watercolors
Squirrel furry fetters
Jazz at max
Tree cutbacks
Hacksaw axe
Rat-ah-tacks
Morse code fax
Acorn tax
Hear the true story of my great-great-great Grandpa,
the forgettingest man I ever saw.
When he tried to pass first grade again
he forgot to bring to school his brain.
When it was time to race in the big track meet,
wouldn't you know it - he forgot his feet.
When he married Mary, his sugar tart,
believe it or not, he forgot his heart.
So, she smacked him with a frying pan,
and down the road he ran.
You'd think he might die with a lump on his head,
but in a fortnight, it was Mary who was dead.
He forgot to bring his alibi,
so, they strung him up so high,
and he forgot to die.
I have a voice within
day and night chatters incessantly
it simply will not take a rest
I write because no one
will listen to my babble
Sometimes it’s silliness and nonsense
at random times there’s the odd gem
a bit of unrequited wisdom
it’s like a bag of assorted candy
never know what we’re about to get
who has time to sit and listen
it’d take the patience of a saint
So I write all my thought bubbles
and throw them in a candy jar
offering them to random strangers
so they can peruse meanwhile my voice
is free to say all it’s got to say
Lineku: 3 stanzas of 5-7-5 with 5-7 words per line
Moonsack Reynolds and Sylvester Brime
are funny names that do not rhyme,
and while that's no reason for you to care
that I wear batman underwear,
consider that as I turn to leave,
your silverware is up my sleeve.
With Michigan lakes and scrambled radio sounds.
It continued.
Memories dumped out at night.
Which falls with gravity too.
We left it behind like a lifeboat.
And saved the gravel from the driveway.
It’s like joining the circus.
You just happen to stumble into that life.
We left.
When it all snapped like an old hammock.
The memories stumble around sometimes.
Lead us like gravity.
My car drove us fast.
Dumped us like weird sludge.
Seemingly drove off without us.
So we got drinks from the gas station.
When our car left us.
We felt safe, like there was a raft close by.
But this is a place filled with gravel and potholes.
So we agreed to pay and walk into the distance.
We paid.
Like gravity pays for things.
He does every other time.
So we are friends.
The labouring art of poetry
is in true sense, senseless.
It corrupts judgment, strains credit
and prostitutes' self-esteem.
Damn the unhappy day you start it.
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A song for this:
This Place Hotel (a.k.a. Heartbreak Hotel) by The Jacksons
Specific Types of Nonsense Poems
Definition | What is Nonsense in Poetry?
Poems Related to Nonsense
madness, silliness, babble, joke, bunk, folly, stupidity, foolishness, drivel, rubbish, baloney, gibberish, trash, absurdity, bananas, balderdash, scrawl, jest, rot, rashness, irrationality, thoughtlessness, poppycock, palaver, bombast