This is a poem, for the wind
Not for you to read, dear reader.
Be gone - and allow only the breeze in.
Go on, hop it - I welcome the draft.
You are eccentric; I like that
Back door gales and wrecked heel tabs
Slammed hatches; a gateway to gusts
Yo-Yo Ma on the ocean; in shorts.
Trying out - Haydn and seeking
We are energy and so are you
You are old enough now dear wind
To host your own podcast.
I'll set up a mic and table for you
If I can be your first and only guest.
Five year olds in the sandbox,
Scaffolding into the next century.
Babble, taradiddle. Bunkum.
His little taradiddle made no impact
He lies most of the time, this is a fact
The only one who reacted was old Aunt Gree
She is losing it a bit at age one hundred and three
The reunion that caused all of the zany brouhaha
From a family kerfuffle with one humorless raw flaw
It all went down quite swiftly, in a quick split lickety
And ended outside in the hedges most thorn thickety
A tray of food put cattywampus on the table by papa
Slipped and fell in by our taradiddle called mama
She was always a snip uppity and pinch or two persnickety
Especially toward mad uncle Ed who's getting old and rickety
As she landed on her derriere he let out a great guffaw
We chuckled and chortled but soon saw our big faux paw
She hurled everything at us from cups to fence white pickety
We dodged and ran fast as we can it was quite a sticky wickety
Flabbergasted brother Bob signaled to hurry with a caw caw
Grampa ran by gramma and pinched her rump with Ooh la la
She caught us all with a sprightly jump, hop and a skippety
And threw us in that hedge like a wild flibbertigibbety
This tale may be strewn with yickety yak and blah blah blah
But that's how ma and pa caused all that wacky brouhaha
January 28, 2023
Writing challenge B word poetry contest
Sponsor Constance La France
Theme : Brouhaha
DRAWING WITH INK AND BRUSH
By the corner of the room,
there you'd find the comely girl who draws
and paints with just her ink and brush.
She looks and observes carefully,
and then draws not only what the eyes see
but also the souls of men.
Others like her draw and edit,
they touch and alter so their painting
is rid of imperfections.
They know with flattery, falsehood and deceit,
they get what they want.
so they paint what the people want to see.
But the artist who draws and paints
rendering a representation of life the way it is,
receives little or no accolades.
Oftentimes, the artist is perceived as hardy
and complex but the craft is soft
and adds value to lives.
In that little corner of hers,
she espies the world through a lens
and draws what she sees devoid of taradiddle.
Unafraid she stands,
and calls you what you are
then proceeds to draw a portrait of you.
It rattles many how naked they stand
before the painter whose drawings depict
the true image of who they are.
With just her ink and brush,
the comely girl by the corner of the room
draws both the gangbusters and grotesque of the world.
Baloney, bumfuzzle, fiddledeedee
Taradiddle, gardyloo, snickersnee
Gobbledygook, gardyloo, tickle me,
Hullabaloo, cattywampus hogwash hoo-ha
Claptrap, collywobbles ballyhoo brouhaha!
~A Brian Strand 4 or 5 line contest.
Taradiddle
Means someone or something that's filled
with pretentious nonsense, quite skilled.
~X~X~X~
Faradiddle
It's a broader sense of nonsense
or rubbish a falsehood comment.
The gnu in the crew
Didn’t know what to do
He was feeling a wee bit bumfuzzle
For the bear in the middle
Spoke pure taradiddle
And he was just part of the puzzle
He called out “gardyloo
Yes, I’m talking to you
You’ve turned us about widdershims”
Then he heard billingsgate
From another shipmate
With language not found in church hymns
Now he felt gollywobbles
From all of their squabbles
And wanted to set the crew straight
“We must turn cattywampus
And follow the compass
And do it before it’s too late.”
Like sickersnees through some butter
An encouraging utter
“I think we can keep up the pace”
And soon by some gubbins
By hard rowing and pumpin’s
They found themselves back in the race
I was asked to write a poem using all those weird words you see. You might have to look them up in a dictionary to get the true meaning of some of the lines.
Long for tranquility, long for silence
Nothing comes to mind, that’s a taradiddle
Fireflies here and gone, here and gone
The pieces are all here and an instruction manual
Smudged and vibrant in prints of a maniac creature
Bored and struggling, trying to find a name
Existence and familiar glamour will not do
Mercy, there is no pity; it must find a name
Something close to foreign–unheard of in this bland ,exquisite land
Every breath and every step–exaggeration doll
Come back down for awhile
The lonely, lost creature thought that was all it needed.
The catch, there is always one in this land
Spent its life and currencies for that name
The catch, I don’t know
Its frowning countenance could, perhaps tell
An eternal, magnificent, and admirable– title, label, status, fame.
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