Short Balderdash Poems
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when the seven-ten
row's worth a throw of the
rice then the spice may be
loaded with sauce from some
bones rolling slowly up-
hill to a pinhead too
nice not to topple
Stop your balderdash and poppycock
You're the biggest windbag on the block
Everything that you've said
Must have gone to your head
Cuz your bean's the size of Plymouth Rock
Launched
pea-
nuts
take a
long time to
hardly even fake
making a weird bounc-
ing effort
once they
hit
the
glow-
ing showroom
floor.
"balderdash"
there once was a man named Lear
it can be said it can't be quite clear
if none of the nonsense he wrote
would in a pea-green boat float
but he wasn't King or Norman
that's q*eer
Here's a salute to Poet Ogden Nash,
Who was notable for being quite brash!
He was much more wittier
Than John Greenleaf Whittier,
Concocting reams of clever balderdash!
Myorkas claims he's runnin' outta cash
In case there is a future tempest bash
Seems to me without a doubt
'Twas blown to help our 'guests' out
That's a very huge crock of balderdash
fast
knight shady resurrection is implied in
first time hear-
ing sound chase hounds a-
round besotted worlds on a string-
y
free and translucent branded horse
high pendejo
Why don't I
jump up and
down with my hand
on my head yelling
"balderdash!"
When the poem
strings me out
even from the very title,
like politics, history or
makes no sense like dreams?
Thank goodness some people
can write like this.
I can't.
To
this blue
lawn
came
the lutenist
Thulia whose
snow
belt whistled "WEALTH!" to town-
ish bullies bent on howling down the
bowl-
ing hall of whatnots just arrived
for Beast or Plunge Day.
Tony's
enclave was
saved from
construction
by an
elf-select-
ed goop
of tainted heavenly heads cas-
ing
joints out of time enough to curse
ever
spiteful sets of
Twins born
right on the cusp
of Virgo and a li-
brarian's back-
water
wishing
village.
Balderdash and buttonholes
Are they wearing real mink stoles?
Reminds me of the days of trolls.
As I say this my eye rolls.
My silly side lives in the drolls.
Are those horses with their foals?
Where are the sanitary bowls?
Balderdash and buttonholes
This poem has grown a nose that rolls.
deceit in the shadows
of a failing mind
listen to your silence
pick up the heart pieces
deceit in the shadows
illusion's discomfort
black bird balderdash
picking at your mind
deceit in the shadows
the wind walker's laugh
magic of the shrode
pick at your cell zones
deceit of the shadows
of one who is seeing
them for the first time
as they are not as mere illusions
Any-
one's sane inven-
tory contains exact-
ly seven hundred and thirty one ax-
felonious monkeys waving hatchet faced playing cards around
as if
they had a good
vocational training
spool of massive yarn bards stacked with fun brain
splatter at their wastefully
toxic
disposal.
Every tenth sundry
ven-
dor owns at least a
hundred and seven-
ty free flop-
of-the line gamey
loconut
brief cakes loved by lep-
ers prying
into malty poor
pound
pay dirt
left dangling
both uncodifried
and super seeded with the wood-
en
heaped goons of small and
in-
significant re-
lated risk bakers
misusing
government fun guy.
One slouch theory is that
thirty thorny
tin entities perhaps
from Triton (or
from Troy?) have
taken over
other tiny tory nits named Tony and o-
riented them toward a
fictional final era
of human machination
using virtual farce-sens-
ing resister dada in compunction with dig-
ital ghost industrial
simpletons.
Folderol and balderdash,
nonsensical, sweet whimsy.
Musical, so airily,
she prances round the elm tree.
Mimsy do, in flimsy blue
with bells upon her head, ho!
Where she goes, I do not know,
exquisite, never chintzy.
A woodland sprite, her face alight,
she coyly beckons fireflies.
Off into the dark, they go,
playing out a dance mid-flight.
Mirthfully, her friends in tow,
she’s chasing moonbeams in the night.
#1
in Yogi Year
number
Eight Seventy-
One all
bear facts hidden
from our Dungeon
Eyes up
'til then will sud-
denly
be revealed
#2
an honest hungry Dune Grey-
hound rarely says
that it will
settle for simply non-fat
plain yoghurt
#3
at its height the Seething Hy-
drogen Plasma will leave its den to
invent the End that's long been in store
for us
#1
nine red-violet
idols intervened to
deliver an enliveningly
violent diversion for
our toney tender loins
#2
no fewer than
four woeful felon were-
wolf loungers re-
newed growling aboard their
newly tainted yellow-green and
grunge-splattered gurneys
#3
for blue-mean burgeoning
golf states the
best way to retool blonder
hair shaft maintenance is
through nebulous
globalization combined with
the further whirled onset of
bald faced lies