Nonsensical Poetry

[Danik 2016]

Yes, ingenious! And I see why you imported it. On the Litnet page the formatting probably would be lost.

[tailor STATELY]

Yes, the format would be impossible without the advanced options... I had to play a bit with the "code" option because it too needed tweaking as far as wysiwyg... the advanced preview mode helped immensely in going back and forth... so very glad it's working Far easier to format in a word document like Rhyme Desk and my google.doc. The idea has prolly been done before but I haven't researched it... and no trickery here... no website mumbo jumbo templates used. The next logical step would be to make the "poem" more "poemish" or more impish... but I like it as is... we'll see

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

I`m curious about what follows, but first you have to get some sleep.

[tailor STATELY]

My Word Can poem for 1/4/2024: flim flam, kingdom, lit windows, inexact, shogun, nibble, occasion, into space, now, deep

To the Moon !!! Redux

“Now, it’s an inexact science going into space,
let alone the moon, but never fear”
said the flim flam man to the shogun
who appeared to be deep in thought
The lit windows in the tavern gave an amber glow
It was an occasion the kingdom would never forget
as a scroll was unrolled bearing a translation
of ancient hieroglyphs by Timotheses the charioteer -
and a price was fixed and plans were made for the
conquest of the moon! as mice nibbled on crumbs
of bread, contentedly, in the corner of the room

1/4/2024 r. 1/18/2024

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Was wondering where these poems were!Enjoyed specially the contrasts: earth and moon, ancient hieroglyphs and space project, humans projecting moon conquest, mice nibbling crumbs.

[tailor STATELY]

Word Can poem: Catalpa, noxious, mixture, clip, destination, fundamental, cupboard, pensive, impetuous

a winter outing

from my cupboard, squirreled away
in a sugar tin - next to the noxious
savors that go into soups, I grab some
mad money and place it in my money
clip - a mixture of $1's, $5's, and ten$

my destination takes me through the
Catalpa Pine and Douglas Fir forests to
the casinos - sure to be empty in winter's
solemn snows - an impetuous journey
but fundamentally sound in my estima-
tion: for number combinations of 7’s
or 1’s have been taunting me daily

pensively I stare
willing spinning reels to score
bells and flashing lights

1/15/2024 r. 2/1/2024

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Lol! Enjoyed! Here they are encouraging online betting now. Government is always sure to win!

[tailor STATELY]

My Word Can poem for 2/1/2024: unabashed, pressure, cactus,
participation, patter, worthy, principle, conversely

Worthy the Christmas Cactus

Worthy the Christmas Cactus
unabashedly blooming
a bit early; its participation
in the season’s celebration
with lovely red and pink blossoms beaming

the patter of children throughout the house
unprincipled in anything less than
that of utter joy as the men focus on football games

conversely Mother, as usual, under pressure
to provide the tidiness and order and
meals the family would enjoy

2/1/2024 r. 2/15/2024

and a poem in progress:

“There is an ocean of silence between us… and I am drowning in it.” ― Ranata Suzuki

Love ~ A Work in Progress / Acrostic/*Golden shovel

whispering sweet nothings to the wind I
hold true to a chaste devotion and choose
inspiration's sweet kiss - a poem to
shower you with - of everlasting love
preternatural in its scope, that you
ever may be celestially bathed in
radiant light from on high. Then silence…

daffodils bow low when you are nigh: For
acclamation precedes royalty in
rapturous procession breaking silence
lightsome in its very character - I
incandesce in my innocence to find
noble solace burning gallantly - no
greater yearning for fear of rejection,


befitting a lowly incarnate I
endure - seeking the higher ground to choose
love in its purest expression, yet to
overcome my natural man - a love
valiantly pursued to best honor you
eternally, mute in my silence in
devotion I embrace my loneliness…

love; we mere mortals scarce understand: For
out of love was existence conceived in
victorious holiness; loneliness
elegantly raised in grand design no
less... no need to fear being alone - one
is never truly alone... each one owns
glorious kinship to deity - you
have but to seek, petition in prayer - but
to do so with faith, mastering the me,


butterflies dance in the light - shouldn't I
let loose my mortal chrysalis and choose
unblemished, yet earthly existence to
seek a celestial leaning - to adore
harmoniously from afar as you
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2/15/2024 *Golden shovel source: by Rumi -

“I choose to love you in silence…
For in silence I find no rejection,

I choose to love you in loneliness…
For in loneliness no one owns you but me,

I choose to adore you from a distance…
For distance will shield me from pain,

I choose to kiss you in the wind…
For the wind is gentler than my lips,

I choose to hold you in my dreams…
For in my dreams, you have no end.”

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Very intense poem. I can see why Petrarca inspires you so much.
Silent love is the burden and the solace of timid people (like us).

[tailor STATELY]

My Word Can poem for 2/15/2024: elevator, single, survey, enhance, nag, miracle, hopeful, break

My Saint Valentine’s Poem

the thought nagged at me -
ten co-workers cramped in the
lift at dusk’s break as I surveyed uncomfortably;
‘tis Saint Valentine’s Day
a day for hopeful miracles for singles, et al,
especially enhanced at work’s end, when
the Muzak plays, innocuously at first
for the first few floors when “Love in an
Elevator” by Aerosmith begins to play
and everyone in the lift begins to crack up

Current Poem assignment: For 3/7/2024 -

Note: Symploce: Combining anaphora, & epistrophe (S1 - S3); Simple rhyme (S4); Remainder: Haibun (Prose ending with an Haiku)

What If ?

What if I had simply taken a ride
offered by a friend to Monterey...
Would I have felt guilty as my friend
drove - would my heart be at rest
knowing of an approaching blizzard ?

What if I had just taken a bus, or two,
transferring before arrival in Monterey...
Would my car have been safely parked
against vandalism? - I couldn't rest
with the costs and concerns, logistics, no...

What if I had decided not to try
to drive, on my own, to Monterey...
Would I have found closure over
the loss of my dear friend laid to rest ?

Such were my thoughts as I planned
to honor my friend and his family - and
on a Thursday noon late in February
set out from home in Garden Valley, wary,
yet overcoming my better judgment
due to anxieties while driving to the extent
that my meds had been elevated just
weeks prior and I set my thoughts to trust
that my body and mind could manage
driving the "backroads" without damage

In hindsight better route planning
and allowing for extra time would
have been more prudent, but I drove
with a will: Marshall Road to Placerville
to Plymouth to Ione... then lost in Ione -
missing a turn and my bearings for what
seemed half an hour then on track to
Buena Vista to South Camanche Parkway
to Burson and Wallace then Clements
then a wrong turn again onto Jack
Tone Road, South, toward Manteca...
my nerves holding up far better than
I had imagined... then a jog or two east
by way of correction to Oakdale and
Turlock, but as daylight was running out
so too were my nerves as I limped into
Los Banos, once "The Baths", in Spanish
now relegated to "the bathrooms" and found
refuge for mind and body for the night
at an inn, then checked in with my ailing
wife by phone, stranded herself in Arizona

The night sped peacefully, and I dined
on chocolate, raisins, and beef jerky and
planned my next assault to make my
appointment in Monterey at 1:00 pm,
and I slept; at 7 am, having showered, I
began my journey towards Gilroy. Ah, as
fate would have it this was no backroad
and upon learning my error I left the
highway at the first sideroad seeking a
better route - my maps showed it went
through, but alas, was blocked by a fence
and after much time and deliberation and
encouragement from my wife via phone
I screwed up my courage to re-enter
the highway and faced my first true trial

Pacheco Pass sounds innocuous at best,
Pacheco meaning "The Noble One" in Spanish,
but not for the timid and infirm of mind -
a 2-lane highway passing through miles
of tall hills surrounded by semi-trucks I fear-
fully stayed right lane at 55 miles per hour,
10 miles per hour below the highway limit,
steeling my nerves with prayer... alert to
follow the least fleet of semi's I could find
and after much stress and still more prayer
I was in Gilroy, safe, albeit with frazzled nerves

The backroads from Gilroy to Monterey were
much tamer... via Mt. Madonna, perfectly
named to restore my tranquility, meandering
peacefully into Watsonville with but a few mis-
steps and finally into Salinas, with Monterey
seemingly in my grasp to make my 1:00 pm
service appointment - only to be disappointed
by my faulty Alexa app directing me North
to Marina... finally backtracking and arriving
at my friend's family crypt 20 minutes late,
disappointing, but a victory nonetheless, the
family still mingling there and we adjourned
after an ill advised u-turn and a short trip
for a fabulous luncheon at Tarpy's where
stories were told and my friend was extolled
as father, brother, etc. beyond measure, then
took my leave to return and spend the night
in Salinas in my car at a Walmart I had difficulty
in locating, but finally hunkered down to sleep

On awaking I found a fast food place quickly
and after breakfast spent a penny and began
my last gasp drive home expecting feet of
snow on arrival in our Gold Country hills -
but full of bright spirits nonetheless for I
planned to bypass Pacheco Pass altogether,
Ha!, and meandered with only a misstep or
two to Gilroy over the blessed Mt. Madonna
Pass to Monterey Road North to San Jose
feeling full of myself for having found a squiggle
of a road on the map that was route 130 by
name: San Jose to the city of Patterson via
Alum rock, altitude 151 feet above sea level,

and soon... all that mattered as my mind
was all but shattered unceasingly was His will
be done: "I can do all things through Christ Jesus"
again and again a chain prayer for miles upon
miles, 19 miles in truth, with 365 curves to the
top of the mount, I googled after the fact! (all
of the curves worst than the ones gracing
Chili Bar near home where I used to creep at
5-miles per hour before giving that route up)
hugging the center of the narrowest of roads
shrouded in mists, just as well, with sheer cliffs
hoping for no cars nor cyclists coming down -
then snow on the ground before reaching the
summit 4,265 feet above sea level was Mount
Hamilton's peak and Lick Observatory; inter-
estingly enough there was a sign at the summit
to be quiet for workers at sleep, but I couldn't
even had made a peep if I wanted to.........................
then down through the snowy road meandering
down and down past rock slides and other hazards
the snow on the road slowly giving way as the road
continued on and on and on... to Patterson where
I finally was able to catch my breath at last, my
mind shredded to insignificance in the immensity
of my ordeal and my agonizing communion with God

Thirty minutes or more before Turlock my left knee
and ankle had to be tended to and so I took a break
and spent a penny while a man weed-wacked the
grounds - it seemed a normal thing for him to do.
From there the drive home was blissfully uneventful
with but a short pace where talking to my wife, Gail,
grounded me as I drove through Oakdale North to
the little towns I had passed through before, and
once I made Ione I cranked up techno music to spur
me on, though a bit less than the speed limit thereon
making it home about 6 pm to a 43° Fahrenheit home
with two chilled kitties, and a dead wood stove…
power still on the grid and nary a flake of snow in sight

facing new trials

mortal weaknesses laid bare

I will trust in Him

3/7/2024

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Enjoyed both poems or better the Valentine poem and the Saga about your trip.I never learned to drive but I tried to imagine myself on those roads. You drove on unused roads and that was part of the ordeal but also the adventure. And the destiny seemed to be rather far.The important thing was as we say here: mission given is mission accomplished.

About the form:I liked the combination of form finishing with a Haiku.Such à journey must be told in prose.And I liked the humorous touch in spite of all despair.

[tailor STATELY]

Thank you!

An assignment poem for today's Thursdays at Two poetry group: Gratefulness

Gratefulness

gently they came bringing
rains that swiftly melt
april's sparse snows away
thankfully so, the
earth refreshed
felicitations upon my lips
unabashedly toward heav'n
lightening my spirit as
neighborly visiting
evanescent
sculpted clouds
sail upon azure

4/18/2024

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Charming poem! I guess the chill is traveling south. Today after many hot months, 18ºC as maximal temperature.

[tailor STATELY]

Cool weather must be a blessing after your terrible summer heat... not looking forward to ours. I'm grateful for a bit of moderate weather hereabouts where I can rest a bit worrying about firewood... grateful for the moderate winter we had regarding snow and the ample rain

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

It is. Autumn is my favorite season. As for the firewood, I guess you have to chop it every day.