Short Balderdash Poems

Balderdash, that's what it is
Balderdash. For shrews are untamable
except in movies....

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"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...

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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!...

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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....

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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....

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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...

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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....

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