Short Rhyme Nor Reason Poems
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“no rhyme nor reason”
a backwards formed limerick game
melons and lemons
lemons and melons
though they don’t taste the same
if you’re dyslexic they are by name
each ant scurries
the melodrama plays on
directed misdirection
the constant hurry
nor rhyme nor reason
rules the roost
when whirl and bump
are what's produced
An ode-a to Yoda love I,
in language I’ll understand, try.
Completely, the words are awry
and no rhyme nor reason, comply
Could please, someone now clarify
and give me a lucid reply;
then tell me right now, why oh why
he can’t talk all proper – like I?
~
For Jim'S "BEST Yoda-speak" Competition.
If poetry were war
The form would not portray
Rhyme nor reason
The writer is possessed
By a corrupted muse
Who knows no shame
Thirsting for a power
A need to conquer all
Even to death
The loud and ranting words
Lies to achieve an end
Hidden agendas
If poetry were war
The poem would have no end
Just endless lies
Despite the noise of harsh and loud debate
Rhyme nor reason quells the argument
Nor breaks the smothery sounds of temper flair,
And dares dispute the platform proudly sworn
By proof he wrests the premise by degrees
The scholar wins the highest trophy earned.
Entered in "All Yours" Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
February 24, 2021
When I hold a door open for a woman;
Doesn't mean I love her;
It's just a polite/righteous thing to do;
If I let you go in front of me in line;
doesn't replicate anything thing out of time;
No rhythm no rhyme;
Just a polite/righteous thing to do;
Won't you try it be a blessing, be true!
There's no rhyme nor reason to be polite in any season
Stuck awaiting Inspiration from your Muse
There's neither Rhyme nor reason for the Blues
You really haven't a single second to lose
~ Consider this Alternative point of view …
Poetry's more a bug that can be caught
Than it is a 'Muse' which must be sought
Once caught, the bug infuses your will to write
Poem after poem, throughout the day and night
A duck, is a duck, is a duck.
It’s not supposed to cluck.
A dog does not meow,
Nor moo like a cow,
It’s in its own mold stuck.
A car out of gas
Will not a truck pass.
It purposely remains still
Giving the owner no thrill
It simply will no mileage amass.
Things such as this
Drive clear thinking amiss.
There’s neither rhyme nor reason,
Regardless of the season,
So don’t ever sensibility miss.
Tick Tock Tick Tock
Racing around like the hands of a clock.
Oscillating about with no rhyme nor reason.
Undoubtedly attempting to control me.
Banking on immediate changes
Laughing as you make me scream
Emphatically forcing yourself upon me
Mystifying my decisions as only you can
Instilling uncertainty and definitely hesitation
Never looking back to lend a hand
Doing as you wish hoping I understand.
To some fears there's neither rhyme nor reason
No remedy or cure, nor age or season
A phone (call for a date) can weigh 1,000 pounds
A weather-beaten house, the haunt of eerie sounds
A request to speak impromptu can the stomach upset
A severe case of butterflies one can get
Some folks suffer from acrophobia
Others tremble at visions of agoraphobia
I once asked a Sage what he feared most to see
He smiled and said, "If God ever stops loving me"
Auburn locks drape shoulder haphazardly
Spread upon your sack
An unobtrusive vantage
You bear no covering and are at ease
Linens scattered all about you
Neither rhyme nor reason and amidst no burden
How it baffles me
How you perform on the inner
Yet it’s your shell which vexes most unexpectedly
Your skin adorned with ink
Ink I wield to tell a tale
We, one and the other, reveal our sagas employing ink
My branded Princess
© 2011 Kevin Stock
I must maintain I much prefer poems
which do amuse yet elucidate
with alliteration plus a fun pun
to enlighten and or educate
double meaning yes indeed
metaphorically speaking
a clever endeavour is all I need
for word-play tweaking
and no quibbling I refrain from reading
stream of consciousness scribbling
with neither rhyme nor reason
a smattering of words dribbling
altho' meaningless all the rage
scattering in wobbly lines
Pollock-like across the page