Nonsense Poetry

[Eluard]

Inspired by the cartoon strip that Shankara posted in the bistro:

http://iampix.bmezine.com/w/p/adj0nq/wntvvv97.jpg​

I propose a nonsense poetry challenge.


Just write any poem you like, making it as nonsensical as you like.

C'mon get silly.​

 

[unpredictablebijou]

I'm on it. Back later.

bj

 

[Angeline]

Ode to Lush

Lush Life

Living the lush life
blissy-faced as the full moon
dropped in steamy soapy sea,
perfumed with jasmine,
evening primrose, and oh
most evil succulent of these:

white Belgian chocolate!

Smooth as silk and fragrant
as a hothouse gardenia
shimmering soft as jelly

(what bathos)

Seventy bucks down the drain.

 

[The_Fool]

Pfffft....all of my shit is nonsense...

 

[WickedEve]

Ode to Lush

Lush Life

Living the lush life
blissy-faced as the full moon
dropped in steamy soapy sea,
perfumed with jasmine,
evening primrose, and oh
most evil succulent of these:

white Belgian chocolate!

Smooth as silk and fragrant
as a hothouse gardenia
shimmering soft as jelly

(what bathos)

Seventy bucks down the drain.

Almost too pretty to be nonsense.

Pfffft....all of my shit is nonsense...

You're nonsense, not your poetry.

 

[The_Fool]

dripped in pathos
dipped in red two dye
stripped of cyclomates
Still faux sweet to the taste
As her lips lounged in a pout
he had given in too fast

everyone knows that angst
made her orgasm
especially with fresh batteries
and her girlfriend’s tongue
licked in honey
sticky to the taste

 

[Angeline]

Almost too pretty to be nonsense.

You're nonsense, not your poetry.

I'll try again after dinner. I have a really stoopid idea.

 

[Eluard]

dripped in pathos
dipped in red two dye
stripped of cyclomates
Still faux sweet to the taste
As her lips lounged in a pout
he had given in too fast

everyone knows that angst
made her orgasm
especially with fresh batteries
and her girlfriend’s tongue
licked in honey
sticky to the taste

One of your best! Pretty Hawt!

 

[The_Fool]

You're nonsense, not your poetry.

Yes darling, I know...

But that doesn't keep me from lusting for you.

 

[WickedEve]

Yes darling, I know...

But that doesn't keep me from lusting for you.

You're lusting for nonsense if you're lusting for me. lol
I will lust for you right now.
Uh huh, uh huh, oh yeah.
Okay, I'm finished.

 

[The_Fool]

You're lusting for nonsense if you're lusting for me. lol
I will lust for you right now.
Uh huh, uh huh, oh yeah.
Okay, I'm finished.

I feel so used...

 

[Angeline]

I feel so used...

And so happy.


Wop bop a lula sha boom bee bop
Zippa zappa loopa lolla scrim scram cat
Zuppla Inglese flip flop bim bam boop
Rappa Napa wine stein flim flam soup
Knees nose tappy toes knuckle daddy nail
Shake bake lindy hoppy wail cottontail.

 

[champagne1982]

And so happy.


Wop bop a lula sha boom bee bop
Zippa zappa loopa lolla scrim scram cat
Zuppla Inglese flip flop bim bam boop
Rappa Napa wine stein flim flam soup
Knees nose tappy toes knuckle daddy nail
Shake bake lindy hoppy wail cottontail.

Momma grrs a lullaby in the flim flam loop
Waggles round the ladle in the chicken noodle coop
Combs caught tangly trip nevermore to chime
Thilly boyth and butchy grrls sing looloo rhymes
Rooster raven on the lintel dropping dirty deeds
Every birdie quote tied up with pretty flower seeds.

 

[Eluard]

House of Cicadas


. . . .I.

A sign reads No fork tyne impact in this area

and someone with a flock of hair
approaching says
‘Nosferatu is like Wow!’

The end döpplers away to owww and then www and then
everything is a blank, reflectionless mirror for years and years.
You don’t notice.
Distracted by the girl whose skirt blows over her head
and the other one saying to her friend ‘I need to find a wizard.’

Depilliatories, Margerét, “over golden grove unleaving”
that’s all it is. That and the high rate of taxation.
‘You have a point, Glasshopper. Let me get that
for you.’

And there goes another neophyte
not lost to smoking.

(Remember children — gather around here —
everyone not lost to smoking
is a blow against poetry and
medical science together. We have only just begun our war on
marginal statistics.)

When lemons go off
they turn into green dust.

And, heck, why are there no dead birds on the ground?
Are they immortal?
Or is there a mountain of them somewhere
collected from the beginning of time
perhaps on the moon?

Is it connected in some way to the green lemon dust.
Maybe as the hypotenuse to the side?

To Carthage they came on anorexic elephants
and a squadron of hippocampi flanking.
. . . .Sphynx, over them all, you are escutcheoned!
‘Where do you keep the relics?’

I who have been guarded by hippopards
know the cost. The music swells with Fibonacci chords
. . . .and we think we might die.




. . . .

 

[champagne1982]

El, your a sign reads is a truly deep poem. It must be, you mention Fibonacci ... amazing work.

 

[Eluard]

El, your a sign reads is a truly deep poem. It must be, you mention Fibonacci ... amazing work.

ta Champers, nice of you to say.

 

[Tzara]

Harriet Beecher Stowe Remembers Calculus

Spring is how garments lust
for the tenement of time, cast
like sponges in crabgrass
where every snap becomes an elephant
and gloves are named for ice.

I was bedridden there
among some evil elements. Phlebas
swam through silicon, churning,
and I was economic for him,
flippered though he was.

But at End Time there was a laundromat
where Croesus milt his story fold.
Lambent lay some filaments,
as ever history foretold
of erasure, limbs, sans sediments—

and no man dare other seam but cold.

 

[Eluard]

Harriet Beecher Stowe Remembers Calculus

Spring is how garments lust
for the tenement of time, cast
like sponges in crabgrass
where every snap becomes an elephant
and gloves are named for ice.

I was bedridden there
among some evil elements. Phlebas
swam through silicon, churning,
and I was economic for him,
flippered though he was.

But at End Time there was a laundromat
where Croesus milt his story fold.
Lambent lay some filaments,
as ever history foretold
of erasure, limbs, sans sediments—

and no man dare other seam but cold.

Great stuff, Tz! Pretty amazing poem!

 

[Tzara]

Great stuff, Tz! Pretty amazing poem!

Sink. Coo.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

A giraffe spitting entrails kinda day
up with the lark and flyin' high,
smoke baby smoke inhale y' hear
gotta get this road on the show.
Open up ya billycan and show
all them nice ladies what you got,
hey it's pink and ya know I want blue
but then blue blends well I guess.
See that cloud there just flying over
shaped just like them chords
your fine old daddy used too play
there's your pink the right kinda pink.

 

[Eluard]

A giraffe spitting entrails kinda day
up with the lark and flyin' high,
smoke baby smoke inhale y' hear
gotta get this road on the show.
Open up ya billycan and show
all them nice ladies what you got,
hey it's pink and ya know I want blue
but then blue blends well I guess.
See that cloud there just flying over
shaped just like them chords
your fine old daddy used too play
there's your pink the right kinda pink.

Wow, UYS, that's incredible! (Should the 'too' in the second to last line only have one 'o'? Just asking.)

 

[UnderYourSpell]

LOL thankyou I can write nonsense any day of the week! You're quite right it should be 'to'

 

[champagne1982]

Wow, UYS, that's incredible! (Should the 'too' in the second to last line only have one 'o'? Just asking.)

What gives you the right to edit someone's profoundededness? UYS' poetry is so obscure that even the giraffes spill their guts. Man, crickets!

 

[champagne1982]

LOL thankyou I can write nonsense any day of the week! You're quite right it should be 'to'

And now I get to criticize the poet for not standing by her gut feeling when she wrote her mistresspiece...

Don't you know that only pompuss poets take advice?

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Oh heck done to death by a flower that looks like something out of Jurassic park ... heyyyyy I can't help the way I look at things!