I can be, but have never been, iniquitous.
Trailing off
in
Endless gaze,
A thousand-mile glare,
returned to
sender.
A hundred-thousand-kilowatt smile,
in repugnant
desire.
Frigid Rocky Road
and World-Class Chocolate
companions.
Held,
suspended
abreast,
One-hundred-and-nine-degree
heat.
This rotten,
vicious,
and offensive prohibition
persists.
One must die
for the next to exist.
"Balls!" said the umpires
"Strike!" yelled the pins
"Take that!" cried the little girl
who kicked both my shins
And when the green penguin
started dancing a jig
I realized it was high time
to buy a new wig
So I hopped on my pogo stick
and headed to town
Took me two weeks to get there
bouncing up and down
But the town was abandoned
Oh no, not again!
And that's when I spotted
a large rabid hen
It was foaming at the beak
when it then spotted me
so I bounded and hopped
up the side of a tree
Then the tree said "gesundheit"
though no one had sneezed
and the squirrel with his nuts
seemed mightily pleased
Saw a midget run by
looking like Ben Gazzara
and over his shoulder
was Maureen O'Hara
Then I sprang from the tree
and pogo'd back home
where I wasn't quite sure
how to wrap up this poem
So I stole a line here
and borrowed a line there
nobody will read it
'cause nobody cares
And that ends the story
you can sigh in relief
Every bit of it's true
if you suspend disbelief
© Mike Wise
7-5-24
Crown jewels look like paste the boorish president said.
Queen Elizabeth’s eyes rolled back into her head.
He is such a nonsensical person, said everyone there.
How had he gotten elected? Were American's heads full of hot air?
He made some other silly comment about wanting a hamburger instead.
He is not right in the head, the chef said. Not right in the head.
Queen Elizabeth is in heaven now rolling her eyes at the USA refrains.
They might reelect this idiotic idiot; where are their brains?
In the hari-kari palisades
drink of choice, lemonade
Enter the lion-plated stadium
a cache discovered, puranium
Up here, down there, all's a riot
in the center, suffocation-quiet
Where you've been and where you're going
robotic monkeys perfect their sewing
Ticking squirt guns shpritz their stuff
H2O everywhere, lawns a-fluff
And in the hari-kari palace, aides
drink in the view, cascades of everglades
all gym op Ill chumps free caw’s paces.
ball brim bop dill thumps see jaw’s maces.
call crim cop grill pumps knee saw’s cases.
nonsensical word play is the aces!
doll dim drop shrill humps plea yaw’s places.
fall flim flop frill rumps tree slaw’s glaces.
hall him hop jill lumps dee flaw’s races.
sing song rhythm leaves graces.
enthrall limb lop bill dumps knee straw's laces
mall mim mop cill grumps lee vaw's faces
paul prim pop hill stumps wee heehaw's praces
melody keeps me jumping glaces
saul stem stop zill mumps jee gnaw’s braces
tall grim plop thrill plumps zee draw’s vasesp
wall whim whop pill frumps kee shaw’s daces
loving this poem and her traces.
Yes , got the writing bug back
Can do this in spades all day and night
Without even taking a break
None of which makes any sense
Barely less worth reading or writing down
But matter's not as on and on and on I go
Though I yes should most probably and
definitely stop
But then again I am off the clock this is
in fact both my hobby and day off
And I just like everybody else who doesn't
have anyone to talk to like sounding off
Until tomorrow comes and I then also realize
why no 1 is willing to listen
And the exact reason why then becomes
clearly apparent
Sadly unfortunately I spout the biggest
load of unadulterated nonsensical rubbish
That if the computer I am writing on
has a choice would freeze leaving only
a message that read
Though I may be a computer sometimes
you have to be cruel to be kind
Sorry to have to inform you this but
you are forcing my computer chip's
into wanting to shut down
Who can conceivably ignore
A Lion’s judgmental Roar
Or an approaching ferocious Boar
No qualms about disappearing Raw
One ten times or its double sure
That either would heed our Human Law
Or look on as one makes it to some door
To later funnily narrate what one saw?
Who would The Very Grotesque allow:
Oneself deliver up like a Cow
To Enemies’ Murderous Vow
Or to their Intrigue bow;
Today, This Hour, Now,
Hearers asking A Bamboozled “How?”
Imaging one under some spell
Or an hour one’s stupidity would swell?
Nonsensical people delight me in all ways on this fine day.
I love their crazy antics, not letting society ever get in their way.
The man wearing an upside-down umbrella on the tip of his hat
Enthusiasm pouring out all over his head, he rivals Dracula’s bat.
Nonsensical animals make me feel less alone and more included.
If you think you are not one of them, you my friend are deluded.
We are all delusional in some way, none of us sane every day.
And some of you are crazier than I am, which is clearer than clay.
Wrong is right and right is wrong.
Long is short and short is long.
Black is white and white is black.
Toilet paper we may lack.
All is zero. Zero’s all.
There’s no writing on the wall.
Down is up and up is down.
The scientist is now a clown.
Toes need hands and hands need feet.
Siberia does not need heat.
Cold is hot and hot is cold.
The old are young; the young are old.
Kitties bark and dogs meow.
There is no need of money now.
In shadows, shine. In sunlight, lurk.
He who works hard is a jerk.
Harsh noises blind, and snow storms burn.
No child is left behind. All learn!
Illogic see and reason lose.
Never have to pay your dues!
Dead’s alive; alive is dead.
To sleep well, do not go to bed!
Straight is crooked; Crooked’s straight.
Does heaven even have a gate?
Hell is heaven; heaven’s hell.
All humanity is well.
Light is dark and dark is light.
Peaceful earthlings like to fight.
The rich are poor; the poor have riches.
Politics leave us in stiches.
Night is day and day is night.
Right is wrong and wrong is right.
Sept. 11, 2021
For the Nonsense Rhyme Poetry Contest of charles messina
Now for 'A BRIAN STRAND 1093' Poetry Contest
Miserably one bright sunny morning
I was happy to see rain was pouring
That day I went to a zoo in the sky
Saw elephants fly, and hyenas cry.
Zebras looked awesome, red, amber and green
That was their stripes, the best I’ve ever seen
The monkeys thrilled, swinging from star to star
And all met up in the Milky Way bar.
Yummy milkshakes in outer space
With flavours to suit every taste
Chocolate’s the best, flown from Mars
Hand delivered by shooting stars.
* * *
One night out snowballing with my pal Josh
‘Twas hot in the sun so went for a jog
Our horses started to gallop, pace slow
High speed of a snail, yet fierce was the throw.
We ended up flat on our backs face down
Standing tall and proud lay down on the ground
We ran all the way home, lame from the fall
Parents went frantic, impressed by it all.
9th September 2021
Nonsense Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
Jumping frogs on a bog lady lily pad.
The best clodhoppers I ever had.
You do not get it but you are not me.
Looney and lively, as the coconut tree.
Cauliflower marigolds dancing in bunches.
Doing their exercises, struggling with crunches.
Cinnamon toadstools eaten by cats.
Nonsensical verse, how terrific is that?
Never had the chance
To rain in the sultry sun
Or burn in the rain
"Poof" in the pudding
Spoon leaving fretful fingers
For chocolate bliss
Playing fiddles to dance
Smoking toes join the hot sand
Bringing joy to the prance
Arctic spice is keen
Warming the polar bear bliss
Biting the boreal kiss
In the gist of the Jester
The jiggle doesn't match the jangle
The tester bangle is not at the right angle
For the name tag should be hanging on Esther
Three cribs over in the newborns you'll find her
By the ancestor of the jester called Sylvester
He's at 180 degrees to the kid named Lester
Just to fester the find of the whole manifesto
Of this ridiculous idea about the bangle
On Me not Esther who had the jangle
From the bidding of the ancestor of the Jester
Named Sylvester at 180 degrees to Lester
Because Dear God my name is Ralph!!
Picture #1
Written 5-25-19
"Baby Face - Whats You Thinkin"
James Edward Lee, Sr.
Exceptionally average
on every known scale
My life story’s such
a nonsensical tale
Striving for apathy
with passionate zeal
all of my flaws
I boldly conceal
I loudly proclaim
my feelings to none
and when there is trouble
bravely I run
No coward am I
unless there’s a need
and quickly I set forth
to slowly proceed
My virtues are many
just see how they rhyme
I’ll get to my bad points
at some other time
Not easily frightened
when already scared
And I shall go on
as if anyone cared
With scissors in hand
I cut my own lawn
I worked through the night
and straight up to Dawn
But Dawn couldn’t stand it
and packed all her things
and unicycled down
the road to Palm Springs
There’s just one more item
I almost forgot
that’s very important
until it is not
I hereby declare
before I should die
that my favorite cake
is blueberry pie
© Mike Wise
1/8/19
I sit in the lunchroom at the office at work,
And plan for the days ahead.
When along comes a voice, I know way too well,
That always fills me with dread.
The time passes by, as she starts to speak,
A champion of the vernacular bleak.
But only words, they come out to torment me,
As a string of nonsensical phrases said,
With no real content available, like a hammer to nail in my head.
You have to be polite, suck it up and pay attention
For to not do so would be to your detriment
As she goes on and on with her diatribe of sound
Yet hasn’t said a thing yet.
God, there are people who have an awful knack,
Of making their mouths move around,
I wish they had a point and could verbalise their thoughts
When their mouths begin to make sound.
26/10/2018
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