Nonsense(A) Poems - Poems about Nonsense(A)

Mallard, the coward Was all dressed and showered And Howard was his name So, you see! That, Howard, the coward When all dressed and showered Was still just a mallard To me!...

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“Why is it called a toothbrush?” (he asked rhetorically) as I use it to brush more than one it makes no sense to me surely 'teethbrush' would be correct for dental care and gums so from now on that's what I'll use to remove food residue between my teeth while I still have some ...

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Consider the man in the street if you will what's he doing there standing stock-still maybe like the chicken he's crossing the road and half-way over with nothing better to do only slowed to admire the view perhaps he's pushing his luck for remaining stationary no doubt about it he'll be hit by a van car lorry or truck let's hope it's not...

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With coriander cumin turmeric basmati rice saffron and spice onions chilli peppers and all things nice with chapati and chutney a samosa or two naan for starters rogan josh vindaloo not eye-watering but tasty is best tandoori tikka masala korma's a meal with zest chicken lamb chickpeas or lentils a dinner for two you do not hurry allow what you've got to simmer in the pot if you want a...

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I knew a young girl just a pretty face who lost her mind in outer space with a celestial body decidedly racy out of this world but totally spacey not quite the brightest light it's true (but what a view) and yet when gazing at the moon turned loony... a space cadet and 'twas the lunar orb (waxing, waning, new or blue) of that there's no doubt whose gravitational pull simply...

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Good evening, sir, my name is Alice. A man of peculiar predilections, Lewis Carroll, made me, not from malice. Rather, more so, from his affections. A pen name for a man, pedagogic, Charles Dodgson was the given name of this Oxford professor of sound logic. To me, he's Lewis Carroll, just the same. If my creator made another choice, and...

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Life has an odd habit of making you miss old street curbs and stop signs. The street I miss the most, though, has to be the cross street between the crab apple orchard and my friend Jacksons house. Something about that place felt infinite. And something about sometimes friends feels greater than sometimes. Would I go...

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Once, they claimed to hold the torch, To light the world with truth and reason. But the West’s media empire— Was born not in truth, But in treason. From BBC’s royal scripts, To CNN’s manicured myths, From Fox’s fury-laced fables, To NBC’s polished distortions— They were trained, not to inform, But to perform For the empire's applause. Every lens tilted, Every headline coded, Every silence calculated— To shape the world In...

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They said you came from chimpanzees— That deep in some African jungle You leapt across species, A silent hunter cloaked in blood. But we have lived with chimpanzees For tens of thousands of years. We shared forests, We shared meat, We shared mythologies. Why now? They claim you're a natural disease— But if that were true, Why does nature not offer a cure? Polio fell. Smallpox vanished. Yet you—since...

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I tied a string to my tricycle handle. In the basket, I placed a shining candle. From the other end, I tied a balloon. By hook and crook, I knew that one day soon, I'd be in the court of the Crimson King. But what would he offer - not a thing. He sailed a...

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I spoke to the sea, a calm breath though a gale raged inside of me – both my sails shredded, I begged for mercy: “Thou art the greatest world current, what brag would be a wretched notch like me!? Devourer of coasts! Reshaper of vast continents! Bane of man’s mightiest fleets! Countless formidable have foolishly challenged thee, and now lie silent in your crushing...

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Music, both sacred and profane, an elephant in cellophane, a boa constrictor bowing a cello, aluminum and lemon Jello - these are things Ms. Andrews missed as on her favorite things, she dished....

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Implications of no-separation~ a game changer for no one~ no dimensions no sequences "no" is the the totality of which there is no understanding~ a story of nonsense and freedom...

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Compare my motorbike and air-fryer Because at times they both can be quite cold. So, when they are their buttons I will push To turn them on, my touch must not withhold. I'll warm them up until their engines roar, And they will then be ready to excite. Both giving me exactly what I want A long hard ride, then a fat...

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You may say I'm crazy but as it takes one to know one do you have what I've got if I am are you too and am I nuts to think I'm not the shrink he's not telling despite all my yelling he only asks how it makes me feel it's quite a strain on the brain is he really and truly for real then...

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