Exercise: Nonsense poetry

[bodkin]

Baby you can drive my qua...

The poem (qua poem) as David likes to say
was cruising on a backstreet, elliptical and suave,
and the icebergs calve,
and the neon letter "Q" flickers,
and one and one half newspapers
are blown behind the skip.

Maybe I can say the same thing
and be less flip.

The poet (sine qua none) has gone
but would otherwise have much to say
about the waning of the light
the loss of any day
or his newspaper.

Games played against entropy
are usually lost. That's what "usually" means.

[stuartryder]

B, not sure how this - or several others on this thread - qualifies as a nonsense poem. Sure it's a little off-centre but it is logical enough.

Stu

Baby you can drive my qua...

The poem (qua poem) as David likes to say
was cruising on a backstreet, elliptical and suave,
and the icebergs calve,
and the neon letter "Q" flickers,
and one and one half newspapers
are blown behind the skip.

Maybe I can say the same thing
and be less flip.

The poet (sine qua none) has gone
but would otherwise have much to say
about the waning of the light
the loss of any day
or his newspaper.

Games played against entropy
are usually lost. That's what "usually" means.

[stuartryder]

For me, nonsense poetry has to contain made-up words...

The latest I heard from Gabon
is that twentry-five speeders were gron.
The local brigade
Had them bound in a baid,
then they left them and swiftly moved on.

*

Cotessive thalatics aside,
I'm wacko that Jacko just died.
I'd paid fifty shooves
to groove to his moves.
I'll just have to woo-hoo inside.

[bodkin]

1.

Nonsense comes on different scales
some days so close upon the rails
you could mistake it for a train
if it were not for the goose...

2.

On other days the nonsense
will venture further from the tracks
and passengers in trains and slacks
will wipe their eyes on onion sacks,
and swear that something tangos in the marsh.

3.

And sometimes will the nonsense
a moreness of its not implied
and sadly on the footplate notch
embarrass those its soft denied
and flange it sweetly from your crotch...

4.

And then...

Peraciflate of Collichrome did travel on this self-same train
and kept his squeeg in the caboose
and watched so careful from his phrials
in case it might be braking loose
and hoped in all his hoftly styles
it should not snarftly eat the goose.

[vintij]

moor in the vessel, I lack the reeds
conduct a dozen windwood trees

[nar]

(i)
The early bird catches
the worm that
turned back time
eternal, so they say.

But... more of that earlier.

(ii)

As the tension lessons
didn't lessen it, the ten
sessions were wasted.

(iii)

The downshot?
Bedication and back to Med.
Sea, it's working.

- Neil.

[Susan-Morris3]

I caught the last of wafflelite,
then sang my song of sprey
my foam is full of efferfess,
reminds me of the sea.

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[BenJohnson]

Waking dead threads here, but found this fun.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/cult/hitchhikers/v ... rgen.shtml

[Ros]

Waking dead threads here, but found this fun.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/cult/hitchhikers/v ... rgen.shtml

See, see the sprinkly sky
Marvel at its big rouge depths.
Tell me, George do you
Wonder why the wombat ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel grouchy.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your plingpepper facial growth
That looks like
A cantaloupe.
What's more, it knows
Your frantling potting shed
Smells of unripe tomato.
Everything under the big sprinkly sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm roses.

[Danté]

D.C. Al coda

You tell me you have read page six
though I don’t recall asking
that you assume her role,
playing a danger-seeking cock eater.

Well yes, I’d have immersed myself
and have little doubt, it would
have tasted like its scent
mixed with her fears and deodorant.

It is all very well, singing in rhyme
but assuming that the tune
which comes after it
is a reprisal, is stretching credibility.

Looks like your letter box is locked
or is it jammed with paint
chipped off in layers
by the force with which you closed it?

Perhaps it got bent out of shape.


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[Danté]

His cerebrum got the better of him
puffed out like a marshmallow
banishing people skills to the hills
and ridges of surrounding bone.
Puffing out his man boobs
to look intimating is the norm
or hissing like a worm like snake
in the grass, this particular arse
makes a farce of the spirit of things.
And so this lord of the ring piece
swings from predation on those
people who are impressionable
and momentarily, pliable like clay
to minions who think his approval
makes them look cool and hip.
But I've seen comings and goings
and allegations of knowing, many times.
I'll not be fooled by a complete tool
who thinks he can rule in this domain,
as inane vanity is poetic insanity.