Nonsensical Poetry

[tailor STATELY]

Thanx ! Been resting when I can. Wife had likely a virus; spent three nights in the hospital (should have been at least four nights but she left against the advice of her doctor because her bed was uncomfortable Now she's paying the price, but has doctor visits lined up (Wednesday's was with her pulmonologist) and plenty of meds to support her. My home internet was out for a number of days... finally found a nicked cable that I replaced with a found cable from a previous vendor; then internet customer service walked me through re-installing service (why I had to do that step I have no idea). I had taken my chromebook, sans wireless mouse and sans wireless keyboard to the hospital, and then remembered why I have a wireless mouse and keyboard after the fact.

Anywho...

An Anonymous Doc

There once was an anonymous Doc
Who rarely seemed on the clock
But the nurses held their vigils
Wearing "Don't Tread on Me" sigils
Making the Doc less and less ad hoc

10/13/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[tailor STATELY]

re: "Tumble about... " Enjoyed very much

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Thanx ! Been resting when I can. Wife had likely a virus; spent three nights in the hospital (should have been at least four nights but she left against the advice of her doctor because her bed was uncomfortable Now she's paying the price, but has doctor visits lined up (Wednesday's was with her pulmonologist) and plenty of meds to support her. My home internet was out for a number of days... finally found a nicked cable that I replaced with a found cable from a previous vendor; then internet customer service walked me through re-installing service (why I had to do that step I have no idea). I had taken my chromebook, sans wireless mouse and sans wireless keyboard to the hospital, and then remembered why I have a wireless mouse and keyboard after the fact.

Anywho...

An Anonymous Doc

There once was an anonymous Doc
Who rarely seemed on the clock
But the nurses held their vigils
Wearing "Don't Tread on Me" sigils
Making the Doc less and less ad hoc

10/13/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

Welcome back, tailor, as the old bard says, "all is well, that ends well". Hope your wife will have the best assistance possible (with lungs there is no kidding) and that her health will improve rapidly.

As for the Internet, hopefully they won´t charge you the installation as you did it yourself.

"An Anonymous Doc" Tragicomic!


Kafka and the Hospital

Kafka once had to go to the hospital
but the hospital wasn´t there
the hospital wasn´t anywhere.
He waited at all the doors
of the nonexistent hospital.
The doors were wide open,
but he couldn´t come in.

[tailor STATELY]

Quite a futility of fulfilment

This is a poem I wrote that I dredge up once in a while:

No Refunds

No refunds, blockhead
My imaginary shrink
I paid him no mind

11/21/2017

From some drivel I wrote many years ago : "Hey it's you !!!" cried the book to me when viewing it on the shelf... "the complete idiot !" I gotta' talk to Dr. Liebschitz about these seemingly inanimate objects talking to me. But then, the advise of an imaginary psychiatrist may be suspect. My favorite line when e-mailing a family member some time back about Dr. Liebschitz is... "I paid him no mind, his usual fee". That line still cracks me up ! Seems to me I had created a poem about something and had included the line in it... Where's my imaginary psychiatrist, Dr. Liebschitz, when I need him ?... still looking for the original poem

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

This Dr Liebschitz story reminds me somehow of the Yes/No nano stories.

After The Alienist by Machado de Assis

There once there was a doc
In the madhouse he did
himself lock.
There he remained alone,
Cos the madmen he had
sent home.

[tailor STATELY]

Yes/No... missed

Lol... enjoyed

Tank'a Lot

O' to thanksgiving
It's much appreciated
Each flashing smile all
My gratitude waterfalls
Becoming wholly fulfilled

10/17/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Enjoyed specially "My gratitude waterfalls".

Haloween

The time comes round
when the ghosts spook
(not to forget the witches ugly and fair)
enjoying their liberty:
Walpurgisnacht, Walpurgisnacht!

Then the Saints arrive,
and with sweet but determined movements
send them back
to shrines and tombs
to their imprisoned sleep
for one more year.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Walpurgis_Night

[tailor STATELY]

Cool ! I serendipitously found an "H" poem yesterday (just posted before reading this) to follow your "G" poem for today that ties in with your nonsense poem today !!

Poem to follow...

An Anonymous Man Named Liam

There once was a man who liked kittens
To be honest he was quite smittens
So he collected all the kittens he could,
But now as well can be understood
He hasn't a place he can sit ins

10/18/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

AI!

re: Yes, to be sure!(We are getting into Scorpius, when these themes come alive!)

The shy boy
There once was a boy
He was so shy
I don´t know why!

Once he fought a bear
His fame grew far and near
And he was shy no more.

[tailor STATELY]

My offering for tomorrow's "Thursday at Two" poetry gathering (may get an edit here or there):

Ekphrastic Poem: Abandoned Bicycle Leaning Against a Tree

chain driven pedal bike, albeit somewhat rusty, rickety… still
off-roads quite nicely - jinkedy-jinkin' breathlessly 'round
narrower and narrower paths created by creatures unknown - the
trees ablur in watchful consternation as I abruptly overtake a corner…
earth greets me, and deer ferns mixed with moss and stars - there
my senses slowly cleared, I heard birdsong, though what appeared may
perhaps defy imagination, so, leaning my bike against a tree, I wait
like just a moment to fully take in, as I later learned: the tableau of a
Athel Loren elf lord holding court beyond in the daylight - this new
tapestry of sylvan beings gathered in a clearing beyond a tree lined road
instilled a sense of fear and wonder as I was trespassing their realm or
otherworldly dimension - when a dank caress caused me to shudder - a
naiad revealed her will and I followed her with hope - her secret
spring my only escape, she said, and led me thither showing me the gate

10/19/2022

¹Golden Shovel: "Still 'round the corner there may wait A new road or a secret gate" from "A Walking Song" by JRR Tolkien
²Acrostic: contemplations

10/19/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Charming poem (I think, naiad(s) will enjoy)! A bit of "Alice in Wonderland" atmosphere. Sophisticated acrostic (every other verse), googled Ekphrastic.

There once was a child,
More fierce than mild,
that loved to ride,
on the wings of imagination.

So it travelled to foreign nations.
It met many people,
in groups or
on their own.

it visited enchanted places.
it had it´s vision
but when it woke up
it was alone.

[tailor STATELY]

"Sophisticated acrostic (every other verse)"... (lol) I keep falling asleep at the keyboard and cannot quite see it.

Enjoyed your poem; a bit melancholy in its stark reality.

An Anonymous Man Named Skip

Skip was somewhat of a local legendary clown
Found himself aghast as he drown
He was sailing the seas in a ship
And the winds and the waves did sore whip
Fortunately he woke up in a pub named The Crown

10/21/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Lol! Quite a collection of anonymous men you have got!

The Tube

There once was a tube
That ardently wanted to be a cube.
Its six equal sides
With no place to hide
Seemed the non plus ultra of harmony.

As years went by
the tube remained a tube
and didn´t turn
into a cube.
It got used to its destiny.

Now is this a stuff for poetry?

[tailor STATELY]

Definitely !

Ode to my Snail; How Well He Escargot'd / a Sonnet

My dearest snail, you so prompt me to write.
I loved the way you escargot'd with pride,
Now invading my mind each day and night,
Garlic and parsley butter on the side.

Let me compare you to a boiled lobster.
You are more superb, awesome, and heavy.
El Niño whipped the storms of October,
And autumn fills my abandoned Chevy.

Do I miss thee? My bath scale whirs and weighs.
I loved your four eye-stalks and persona.
Thinking of your spiral shell fills my days.
You are my heroic one way Jonah !

Now I must 'lone pine with a woeful heart,
Weep not for me whilst in heaven thou art.

10/21/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Lol! "I loved the way you escargot'd with pride,/Now invading my mind each day and night,/Garlic and parsley butter on the side." Have you already breakfasted today?" Feeling ambivalent though about this poem as it also transmits sorrow. Hope it is just an impression.

On the brink

Warm and cold
new and old
Selections
Elections
Reactions
On the threshold
Of things withhold.