Nonsensical Poetry

[cacian]

Many times I find myself writing poetry for the sake of words rather then sense. I do it irrespective of grammar syntasx of word formation. There is a feeling of liberation and well being everytime I do so. I like words and sounds so I sacrifice sense for the sake of writing and enjoying the flavours of words and their shapes.
If words were a toy I sure would make games out of them and enjoy every seconds of it.
So I though we could all post our nonsense poetry here for the fun of it.
So the only rule or non rules is: This a grammar syntax and sense free poetry in other words let words float freely.
Thanks for participating !!


Here is my first one to kick off:

liberating
the world of poetry
let it be forever
for writing is endeavour

my second one:

my imagination
finds
when I am wild
a sense of fire
inside desire
which solves
disolves
only to pire
a new enquire

[YesNo]

I don't think I am able to imitate you, cacian, but here's something to encourage others to try:


Nodding nonsense necessitates
All red roses red.
All red roses yellow, too,
Nearly nothing new.
Mindless sunsets meditate.
Skies nod pink and blue.
Darkness nodding hesitates.
Nothing now to do.

[cacian]

YesNo I enjoyed this piece real fun :D

he rose from the heavens
he did not see sevens
that was his latest dream

[Delta40]

Nobody can compete with Cacian!

I cannot be a bot
or even a sot
trying or dying
shoelaces tying
up puddling lines
of loose laces
which huddle
and buddle
together softly
more croftly
in feathers

[cacian]

great read Delta40 :D

the summary of life
is light
darkness derives
a power bite
delivers instant
lulabbies
to sooth the hidden
silent nights
and sunshine flutters
sweet alrights
to synchronise
the morning whites

[firefangled]

—for Eric Cantor

We had two
Alsatian Buckhorn bedimmed,
emphasized grumble-colloquia
and the marvelous results.

The boys must be blind,
to the perfection of the arrangements,
shamefaced Cinderellas from Cinerama,
oblivious to simple disco parapsychology.

It seems to overlook such a labile—
some pipes and five pounds of smoking tobacco—
assure or estimate that the congress
dictate proper replacements.

[cacian]

firefangled that is a fun piece

I see you for
what you are
right through you
I steer you far

[cacian]

suurealist
pluralist
take up
your seats
your life is ede.

[firefangled]

tents, and we were fireflies
in cravaneted jars
strung together and canned—
but I hated sardines,
too much salt, kills the snail—
ears,
epic nights,
between the faces of light,
neither black nor morning,
imagining the sky was below us
like grains of sand,
our flashlights illuminating nothing

[firefangled]

.....

[YesNo]

Omnipresent,
Laughing, pleasant
One-point universe
Vast expanses
Light enhances
Boundlessly though terse

[cacian]

There are some great pieces here and I am enjoying reading them all haha.

tic toc
tic toc
there goes the clock
pass frock
and malt
it's time to rock
the world to culck
music and folk

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the moon landing
is proper sending
aliens standing
wishful fencing
was what was
mending.
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the holy spirit
it takes too sipid
give it
soul
merit
and see it exhibit
a shape inhibit

[Twota]

Miaow, Miaow,
I miaowed to a cat,
she looked at me with scorn
as silently she sat.

[cacian]

eurozone
disaster prone
kick and moan
you're out and gone
__________________________________________________ ________________________________________________

as a poet I like to write
as a writer I like to think
and
as a thinker I like to see
what more there is to me

[cacian]

the perfect gentleman
he knows
the perfect stunt
to manier a pun
he has the
perfect
look
the smile
the language wit
he packs all
in his rift
to travel
when he trips
to get a startler's
gift
and please his suiters fix

[cacian]

i brew about
a cup of tea
and wonder what to coffee
bean
during the day i may
not keen
to coco dream
a leaf is lean
coffee too stream
to choco steam
bitter is mean

[cacian]

the river
cruises
across the bruisers
it is to take
losers
off chosers
who says nature
never truders

[Danik 2016]

the snail
drifts around
it´s own tail.

[tailor STATELY]

71 Miles

Tra la !
Oil change
Tra La !
engine icon aflash
not a crash... just sitting
Tra La !!
dry dipstick......
TRa La !!
phone disconnected... dis-jointed... email ???
TRA La !!!!!
(awaiting - awaiting -awaiting)
TRA LA !!!!!!!!!
lyrics going through brainpan: It's the End of the World (and I Feel Fine)... then
TRA LA !!! LA !! LA !! LA !! LA !! LA LA LA TRA LA LA LA LA LAAAAAAAAA !!!

3/18/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[Danik 2016]

LoL!

Smiling disgraces!
Want to write!
Slow PC!
Want to e-mail..
Slow PC!
Want to surf...
Slow PC!
Want to throw PC out of the winder
No PC!

[tailor STATELY]

lol... can relate; terrible internet (hence wi-fi) here. Since my laptop is overheating (prolly cat fur) I'm using a chrome book with so little memory it can't accept a windows update :( ... which slows it down and nags that it needs an update (lol).

Long story short my car has been returned by the oil change company... hopefully with no repercussions due to an oil leak from a pine needle being stuck between a new oil filter and the housing... go figger.

A poem I'm pondering/developing for our local poetry challenge using "lost" words (subject to change of course):

his flosculations reeked of halitosis
and missing teeth...
(who can afford a dentist ? )
blue jeans pulled down as if saburrated
he's the modern urban male
highly prized to pass on his genes
... but not pass on free finger food
during happy hour at the local lounge

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[Danik 2016]

Your poem:
"his flosculations reeked of halitosis
and missing teeth...
(who can afford a dentist ?
blue jeans pulled down as if saburrated
he's the modern urban male
highly prized to pass on his genes
... but not pass on free finger food
during happy hour at the local lounge"

I like the ironic take. The unusual words are of course intended, but I need some explanations:

"Saburrated??"

"free finger food- free for all food offerings at the happy hour?"

"blue jeans pulled down"-Is this a metapher, my foreign (mis)understanding or does your urban male really walk around with pulled down trousers(lol-wondering how the church people would react)?


My nonsensical contribution:

Whirlpools!
Fiery columns of words and waters
Hurricane dandelions
Sleeping on lakes of lava!

[tailor STATELY]

(lol) From "The Phrontistery" (lost words)... https://phrontistery.info/clw.html

flosculation, n, 1651 -1651. an embellishment or ornament in speech.

saburrate v 1623 -1658. to put sand or gravel in a ship as ballast

"Happy Hour" promotional Bar/Lounge time set aside for drink specials & Finger Foods (see below) especially after the 5:00 pm work crowds hit the streets.

"Finger food" must be a north American affectation: Food/snacks easily selected from bowls: chips/nuts/and so much more (see slide show)... https://www.thepioneerwoman.com/food-cooking/meals-menus/g38403459/finger-food-ideas/
: also fun for Halloween... https://www.google.com/search?client=opera&q=finger+foods+for+halloween&sourceid=opera&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8


"blue jeans pulled down"-Is this a metapher, my foreign (mis)understanding or does your urban male really walk around with pulled down trousers(lol-wondering how the church people would react)?... Yes, not a metaphor... (lol) Again, perhaps a north American trend... https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sagging_(fashion)
Hasn't been an issue in my church, but perhaps in other areas ?

"Hurricane dandelions"... Love it !! Mine are blooming and family has been warned in the past to leave them alone.



onomatOpoEIA

Oof da ! He misspellingly uttered
Neigh not so spoke the crow (how unlike the raven)
Oozing along the avenues crunching,
Munching on Cheetos, fingers stained
Admiring the view... Achoo !
The allergies flaring up again: **** a doodle doo !
Oozing along... honk honk!
Pew pew ! Pew pew ! Dodging bullets !! (slosh)
Ouch !!! Spilt me hot drink !
Evasion mode: The pitter patter of little feet
I lub dubbed - a heart palpitating shuffle
Applause in susurration (bows)

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[Danik 2016]

(Lol)There is a lot here;
Phrontistery site doesn´t open. A pitty, because I got curious.

"flosculation"- In German they have the word Floskel.

"Happy Hour"- also an habit here in Sampa, at least it was until pandemics.

"Finger food"-Of course, food one eats with the fingers!Yumm!
https://caminhoslanguages.com/blog/party-food-in-brazil/

"blue jeans pulled down"-Lol! Never heard about this US male dress cultural revolution involving school, police, judges and US authorities from the highest rank. Go ahead with it!

Enjoyed the onomatOpoem!

Minimalistic
Tic, tic, tic
Tictac
Tictac tic
Tictac, tictac
tictac, tictac, tictac
tictac, tictac, tictac,tictac
tictac, tictac, tictactac
tictac, tictac, tictac, tictac
Tictac, tac, tac, tac,tac
tiitaac, tiictaac, taac, taac
tiiiiiic, taaaaac!
titac
t......!

[tailor STATELY]

Floskelen ! Just the very explanation of my poem !!! Brigadeiro sound yummy ! Sorry for The Phrontistery not opening at your end, it's a great resource for obscure words. onomatOpoem! !!! What a great turn of phrase ! Enjoyed your minimalist poem... brought to mind listening to a noisy ticking clock while trying to get to sleep.

The Phlyarology of the Apanthropinizator

Listening to the Talking Heads -
Not the banal on TV discussing all
kinds of Cain this side of the
Garden... "Home, is where I want
to be" the latest earworm -
soothing this lackadaisical Spring
day this side of the equator -
whispering winds susurrate:
"don't forget to clean up your mess"
Ok, a slight disruption in the force
Need to water the Shamrock plant
... it's gasping. A neglected box of
poetry and piles of homeliness here
and there... and dishes! Meds at noon
... done... Bed undone... OK soon!
"This aint no party, This aint no Disco"
"This aint no fooling around"... googling
Heebie Jeebies: LOL, Yeah, I got that.
Eggs scrambled for brunch, with curry
(mmm)... more dishes (hmmmmm)
Hide them in the broken dishwasher
(heh heh)... Alexa's gagging on the wi-fi
"We're not little children...
we're on the road to nowhere...
come on inside"; great advice with the
allergens hopping on the breeze -
screaming with glee as if on a carnival
ride... "Alexa, continue" for the umpteenth
... and time wanders on lazily

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[Danik 2016]

Lo!!Identify fully with the homely situations portrayed in the poem. Are there still animals around?

Waiting wishfully...watchfully!
Whisperings and hissing in the background!
Dark night, no shadows, no dreams!

But then sun!
Pigeons flapping fleafull wings
And dogs singing their morning song
on the warming square!

[tailor STATELY]

Fun Poem ! I like the alliteration

Ah... pets: (kitties) Taffy Doodles is still hanging in there after 20? years or so; Tinker Bell, our black kitty, weighs about 8 kg. and still likes to dominate; Rosie still an indoors at night / outdoors by gentle day; (rabbit) Thumper Bumper (what we settled on for a name... though I entice him with a bit of banana by calling him Mr. Bunny Rabbit in a nasally voice); (dog) Maya... a shorthair German Shepherd who has to stay at my Sister-in-law's home (doesn't like cats) on the compound. In addition my daughter has a dog of mixed breed at her home on the compound (senior moment - can't remember his name, lol), and my Sister-in-law has a long haired German Shepherd (Koña).(sigh) All the equines have passed on.





Waterwill: The Elder, Snouted Sturgeon

A pool, however hard it tries,
is rarely becalmed

Stopping at the pool I imagine an elder, snouted sturgeon
Down, down, down into the darkness goes the elder, snouted sturgeon
Gently it goes - the elder, amongst the younger, the big and small

In my mind's eye I stare incredulously at the tam-o'-shanter
the elder, snouted sturgeon wears
Down, down, down into the darkness wearing its tam,
Gently it goes - amongst the younger, the big and the small -
the elder, snouted sturgeon.


Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[Danik 2016]

Liked this sturgeon poem(hope you are saving all your poems elsewhere too)

Glad to know that the kitties are all fine. Taffy Doodles 20 years old? Shouldn´t wonder, he probably lives like a pasha! And also that Thumper or Bumper has reverted to healthier food habits since his youthful days, when he enjoyed nibbling telephone lines.

Happy Dog Days


Bow wow wow
How are you?

Be we we
Big friend it's me

Let´s sing that we are free!
However short this liberty!

Puddles of rain!
Joyous matter.
Splish splash, splish splash, splish plash
In and out of the water!

[tailor STATELY]

Your doggie poem is adoreable !!! Thumper Bumper still manages to nibble cords within reach; we're less apt to keep anything near but he still surprises us. Yes, Taffy Doodles has it made; pretty sure he's over 20 now. I've been gathering my poems in a Google doc so I can access them cross-platform, but need to get my old laptop to stop over-heating so I can gather them from there as well from miscellaneous files all over...


tailor's Torment - A Broken Villanelle

tailor couldn't stop thinking about the box
It was just so odd, blue, and tiny
Seems he always forgot to change the clocks

That morning tailor walked twelve blocks
He found himself feeling rather piney
tailor couldn't stop thinking about the box

Later, as tailor was eating his lox
He thought the situation had become too spiny
Seems he always forgot to change the clocks

I tried to distract him with more walks
Said his mind had become too whiny
tailor couldn't stop thinking about the box

tailor decided to become cunning like a fox
Though his thoughts couldn't be less sunshiny
Seems he always forgot to change the clocks

tailor nosedived into a parallel sandbox
His mind had turned to mush
tailor couldn't stop thinking about the box
Seems he always forgot to change the clocks

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[Danik 2016]

Thanks! A miserlol poem!


Unruly

The door doesn´t open
The window doesn´t close
The telephone doesn´t ring

Pans gliding noisily to the ground
Glasses are nowhere to be found

Internets to the clouds retire
House is a maze and a mire

Such is the rebellion of mutet things.

[tailor STATELY]

lol... bewitched items ?




the dawning

pay attention to the dawning
it takes no effort at all
the slow adagio, the slideshow

the sunrise sings like a lonely night bereft of birds
the bird-less darkness overcome
gently it goes - the lily-livered, the fearful, the cowardly
... birdless, the dawning

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[Danik 2016]

***********************************************
Double.

[Danik 2016]

Sometimes I think so!
It´s a beautiful poem, but isn't this line a bit contradictory?

"The sunrise sings like a lonely night bereft of birds
the bird-less darkness overcome" (Is the dawn or the night or both bereft of birds?)

Morning noises
The long, long night is gone
Her grey mantle lifted
The distant hooting of cars
The clashing sound of the bus stopping at the lights
Voices cutting through the air
A dog barks, another answers.
No many bird voices though!
They are confused
with the timing schedule.
They sing at noon and at midnight.

[tailor STATELY]

Poor birds.

It´s a beautiful poem, but isn't this line a bit contradictory?

"The sunrise sings like a lonely night bereft of birds
the bird-less darkness overcome" (Is the dawn or the night or both bereft of birds?)... lol IDK it's nonsensical !

raining cats and dogs

Red warning sundown
An old, cute puppy whimpers

enjoying the cat

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[Danik 2016]

Landscapes designed in coal.

Breathing listlessly.

Cold summer

Erased ground.

[tailor STATELY]

Quite artistic !



Ode to an Ex-Spouse

My dear spouse, you inspire me to write.
I love the way you straddle, snore, and hoot,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about your mighty snoot.

Let me compare you to disremember.
You are mostly poor fish, and filet fine.
Wild frost nips the robins of December,
And wintertime has a consistent whine.

How do I love you? Let me weigh the praise.
I love your medley eyebrows and humor.
How your personality filled my days!
My love for you is a lightsome rumor.

Now I must wile away with a glib heart,
Remember my warm words whilst we're apart.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[tailor STATELY]

(lol) One last one for the day...


Taffy Doodles' Villanelle


Taffy Doodles agonized about the clog
It was just so broken and bagatelle
But he could never forget the epilogue

That morning, Taffy Doodles was featured in a blog
He had to calm himself for a spell
Taffy Doodles agonized about the clog

At elevenses Taffy Doodles was spooked by a snog
He tried to focus on the smell
But he could never forget the epilogue

Taffy Doodles stood stock still, agog
Thumper Bumper explaining it was time to rebel
Taffy Doodles agonized about the clog

Taffy Doodles eschewing digital reasoning went analog
Children everywhere like a toxic farewell
But he could never forget the epilogue

Later, Taffy Doodles slumbered on a cedar log
Whiskers twitching, dreaming he was a gamboling gazelle
Taffy Doodles agonized about the clog
But he could never forget the epilogue

3/26/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[Danik 2016]

Quite artistic !



Ode to an Ex-Spouse

My dear spouse, you inspire me to write.
I love the way you straddle, snore, and hoot,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about your mighty snoot.

Let me compare you to disremember.
You are mostly poor fish, and filet fine.
Wild frost nips the robins of December,
And wintertime has a consistent whine.

How do I love you? Let me weigh the praise.
I love your medley eyebrows and humor.
How your personality filled my days!
My love for you is a lightsome rumor.

Now I must wile away with a glib heart,
Remember my warm words whilst we're apart.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY



Moving to laughter and tears. Should be shown, I think, to whom motivated it, if there is receptivity.

[Danik 2016]

(lol) One last one for the day...


Taffy Doodles' Villanelle


Taffy Doodles agonized about the clog
It was just so broken and bagatelle
But he could never forget the epilogue

That morning, Taffy Doodles was featured in a blog
He had to calm himself for a spell
Taffy Doodles agonized about the clog

At elevenses Taffy Doodles was spooked by a snog
He tried to focus on the smell
But he could never forget the epilogue

Taffy Doodles stood stock still, agog
Thumper Bumper explaining it was time to rebel
Taffy Doodles agonized about the clog

Taffy Doodles eschewing digital reasoning went analog
Children everywhere like a toxic farewell
But he could never forget the epilogue

Later, Taffy Doodles slumbered on a cedar log
Whiskers twitching, dreaming he was a gamboling gazelle
Taffy Doodles agonized about the clog
But he could never forget the epilogue

3/26/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY



AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII III! A poetic homage for a metusallic cat! Enjoyed it so much but hope Taff is very much alive and kicking (so to speak of). Is there any picture of him? ( no wanting to disturb metusallic slumbers).

Without Rhyme and Reason

One says "Let fishes fly"!
Ants winning at shot-put game
Bats singing goodnight songs
heads down
Just a small lame uxy poem!

[tailor STATELY]

Moving to laughter and tears. Should be shown, I think, to whom motivated it, if there is receptivity.

LOL... this is a composite of my two ex's (one of whom I remarried now 30+ years) and myself AND classic marital/divorce humor with a tweek on lines from the Shakespearian sonnets #18 & #43 (perhaps more?)... All using a sonnet generator with copious amounts of editing :)

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[tailor STATELY]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII III! A poetic homage for a metusallic cat! Enjoyed it so much but hope Taff is very much alive and kicking (so to speak of). Is there any picture of him? ( no wanting to disturb metusallic slumbers).

Without Rhyme and Reason

One says "Let fishes fly"!
Ants winning at shot-put game
Bats singing goodnight songs
heads down
Just a small lame uxy poem!

Love your poem: not "lame uxy" (uxy = cos(xy) − xy sin(xy) ?)
Also interested in the word "metusallic" (metusallic cat & metusallic slumbers)... googled with no joy... a nonce word ? Perhaps "uxy" too ?

I'll try to get a photo of TD, et al... Hmmm, there may be some sprinkled in past posts.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[tailor STATELY]

a hole in the ceiling... blessed rain

rain splunks; bucket empty
rain splops; bucket filling
slippy floor; bucket full
chillin' on a blessed day

3/28/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[Danik 2016]

Love your poem: not "lame uxy" (uxy = cos(xy) − xy sin(xy) ?)
Also interested in the word "metusallic" (metusallic cat & metusallic slumbers)... googled with no joy... a nonce word ? Perhaps "uxy" too ?

I'll try to get a photo of TD, et al... Hmmm, there may be some sprinkled in past posts.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

Thanks! No, "uxy" is an invented word, just liked the sound of it. "Metusallic" is also an invention but I was thinking of Methuselah. Perhaps an "methusahlic" cat would be better!

[Danik 2016]

LOL... this is a composite of my two ex's (one of whom I remarried now 30+ years) and myself AND classic marital/divorce humor with a tweek on lines from the Shakespearian sonnets #18 & #43 (perhaps more?)... All using a sonnet generator with copious amounts of editing :)

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

Lol! One searches one´s brains for remotely poetic effects and he uses a sonnet generator :D. Where do I find that much needed app?

[Danik 2016]

a hole in the ceiling... blessed rain

rain splunks; bucket empty
rain splops; bucket filling
slippy floor; bucket full
chillin' on a blessed day

3/28/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY



Lol! Nice poem, but the roof needs some repair, it seems!

The Hole

Early morning
Rain, rain, rain!
The Road opens its big mouth
Swallows a car or two
High commotion!
Honk, honk, honk
goes the immense queue on
the blocked road.
Rescue efforts are rewarded
Three people are flown to the hospital.
Lastly emerges a fireman
Carrying a small fluffy dog.

The Hole lords immensely about the roaring, desperate traffic.

[tailor STATELY]

Thanks! No, "uxy" is an invented word, just liked the sound of it. "Metusallic" is also an invention but I was thinking of Methuselah. Perhaps an "methusahlic" cat would be better!

Love the new words: "uxy" pronounced ūks'-y or ŭks-y or üks-y or other ? Even μks-y (for micro poem ?)

"Metusallic" would be my preference; after googling a bit came up with this to support my reasoning... https://www.afrikaiswoke.com/the-tree-of-life-in-ancient-egypts-metu-neter-explained/
The Process of Creation that results in Conscious Existence and Objects working in Harmony within the Physical plane thus consists of a series of specific Sounds or Vibrations made into the Primordial Energy/Matter or Nun.

Creation progresses with each Vibrration (sic) to build the various planes which eventually make up the Manifestation we call Objective Physical Reality and the Subjective Conscious Identities within it represented in the form of a Tree diagram with 10 Nodes known as the Tree of Life.
... adds a bit of mystique to the etymology of your new word; with a side reference to Methuselah :)

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[tailor STATELY]

Lol! One searches one´s brains for remotely poetic effects and he uses a sonnet generator :D. Where do I find that much needed app?

ROFL... I found them about a week ago by googling (nothing ventured, nothing gained). While the results that come out are sometimes lame and nonsensical (which is good for a nonsense poem I guess); the results are also repetitiously lame. BUT, the the structure is there in the Poem Generators for some poetic forms (I've used the Freeform, Villanelle, and Sonnet, and even the Haiku forms in concert with a Poem Editor website which has a medium weight thesaurus and medium weight rhyme generator). SO, for a poem to be more original and more to artistic taste one can't rely on the Poem Generator IMHO to deliver a polished piece; hence the copious editing... which is now easier after copy/paste into the Poem Editor because the format (and perhaps a prompt) is there to build on as a lattice to get that polished piece one desires. I'll leave the links below for you to check out, with a bonus link :) ... hoping they are available to you.

(lol) My next google adventure will be to find a link to allow me to teleport (nothing ventured, nothing gained).

Links (recht!):

Poem Generator... https://www.poem-generator.org.uk/?i=vxdcvfe

Poem Editor: RhymeDesk... https://www.rhymedesk.com/desk

168 Poetic forms... https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/list-of-50-poetic-forms-for-poets

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[tailor STATELY]

Lol! Nice poem, but the roof needs some repair, it seems!

The Hole

Early morning
Rain, rain, rain!
The Road opens its big mouth
Swallows a car or two
High commotion!
Honk, honk, honk
goes the immense queue on
the blocked road.
Rescue efforts are rewarded
Three people are flown to the hospital.
Lastly emerges a fireman
Carrying a small fluffy dog.

The Hole lords immensely about the roaring, desperate traffic.

Love "The Hole" !!! A vignette of a puff news piece one sees in the newsies (not my word AND not the musical). On yesterday's news a dog trapped in a water canal in L.A. that seemed to go on forever on one of the newsies... https://abc7.com/los-angeles-la-river-rescue-firefighters/11688157/

Almost forgot the roof... Several attempts to fix the roof with no joy. We live in a 40 year old... make that 50 years old !!! (350 dog years) double-wide manufactured home which is crumbling even as I type... but, it is paid for and just may last until my wife and I pass on, as long as we don't have any more earthquakes or fires or... :)

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Found it !!! https://www.geekalerts.com/star-trek-transporter-room-bath-mat-shower-curtain-set/
:)

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[Danik 2016]

re: LoL!Looks quite elegant, but it seem one has to have a very large bathroom to install it. Say, is it really for sale? I didn´t see any prices?

[Danik 2016]

Love "The Hole" !!! A vignette of a puff news piece one sees in the newsies (not my word AND not the musical). On yesterday's news a dog trapped in a water canal in L.A. that seemed to go on forever on one of the newsies... https://abc7.com/los-angeles-la-river-rescue-firefighters/11688157/

Almost forgot the roof... Several attempts to fix the roof with no joy. We live in a 40 year old... make that 50 years old !!! (350 dog years) double-wide manufactured home which is crumbling even as I type... but, it is paid for and just may last until my wife and I pass on, as long as we don't have any more earthquakes or fires or... :)

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re: Yes, The idea is from the news. Heavy rain and (i suppose) bad asphalt is opening big craters in several roads. The dog rescue was in another city, Petropolis (where our imperial families of the 19 C used to spend their holidays. The rescue was remarcable because the little dog was the same color of the debris around him. They were going to close the crater when they noticed something moving in it.

In spite of the situation, I had to laugh at your video. It looks more like an swimming contest between dog and rescuer.

As for your roof: manufactured means that it is a wooden house? I think, the main problem is that in winter it must get very cold with that hole. Don´t you have neighbors that could help you there?

[Danik 2016]

ROFL... I found them about a week ago by googling (nothing ventured, nothing gained). While the results that come out are sometimes lame and nonsensical (which is good for a nonsense poem I guess); the results are also repetitiously lame. BUT, the the structure is there in the Poem Generators for some poetic forms (I've used the Freeform, Villanelle, and Sonnet, and even the Haiku forms in concert with a Poem Editor website which has a medium weight thesaurus and medium weight rhyme generator). SO, for a poem to be more original and more to artistic taste one can't rely on the Poem Generator IMHO to deliver a polished piece; hence the copious editing... which is now easier after copy/paste into the Poem Editor because the format (and perhaps a prompt) is there to build on as a lattice to get that polished piece one desires. I'll leave the links below for you to check out, with a bonus link :) ... hoping they are available to you.

(lol) My next google adventure will be to find a link to allow me to teleport (nothing ventured, nothing gained).

Links (recht!):

Poem Generator... https://www.poem-generator.org.uk/?i=vxdcvfe

Poem Editor: RhymeDesk... https://www.rhymedesk.com/desk

168 Poetic forms... https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/list-of-50-poetic-forms-for-poets

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Thanks for the links (rechts)

Gonna experiment with them. Shakespeare, Goethe, take care of yourselves!

[Danik 2016]

Love the new words: "uxy" pronounced ūks'-y or ŭks-y or üks-y or other ? Even μks-y (for micro poem ?)

"Metusallic" would be my preference; after googling a bit came up with this to support my reasoning... https://www.afrikaiswoke.com/the-tree-of-life-in-ancient-egypts-metu-neter-explained/ ... adds a bit of mystique to the etymology of your new word; with a side reference to Methuselah :)

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You had me there with "uxy": I guess it should be "uksy" in English, but because of interference of other languages the "u" is like the English "o" as in "do" or "who". Anyway, I think the good thing with nonsense words is that they follow no rules (:.

[Danik 2016]

Lol. As for "Metusallic", enjoyed the mystique and I also prefer these form. It´s more simple.

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Taffy Doodles ! 9931

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[Danik 2016]

This is Taffy Doodles? Why he looks ten years younger than he is! He is cute and seems to be be in good health!

The old cat

Sometimes

When I close my eyes

I see a small kitten

It´s black and white.

When I open my eyes it disappears.

Is that cat me?

Is it someone else?

I can´t tell!


Another day

A mouse crossed my path!

I let it go,

I've become so lazy...

But I still enjoy my food

And the sound of loving voices

And gentle caresses.


But most of all

I like to slumber,

And to sleep.

Sleeping

But I´m not drifting away.

Not yet. Why should I

My old cat´s life

Is so confy and easy

The eternal planes

Are unknown

So I stay on!

[tailor STATELY]

Beautiful poem !


Borealis - A Nonsensical Villanelle

Borealis - tell me about the breeze
the wind sometimes blustering most crazily
forever riffling the leaves in the trees

The flight and fancies of harlequin bees
sometimes focus on the flowers of the daffodilly
Borealis - tell me about the breeze

Borealis took delight in bedeviling the seas
becalming them till ships became stilly
forever riffling the leaves in the trees

Sirocco tried to distract him with jangling keys
judging Borealis had become much too silly
Borealis - tell me about the breeze

Borealis took action like an inopportune sneeze
likened to wrestling a drunken hillibilly
forever riffling the leaves in the trees

Thus, Borealis labored - was never at ease
tending his web like the lace of Chantilly
Borealis - tell me about the breeze
forever riffling the leaves in the trees

3/31/2022

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[Danik 2016]

Specially liked the rhythm of the poem! Still learning to use the generator.

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Great ! Glad you could access it.

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[Danik 2016]

Loved it!

The generic cat (First attempt)
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[tailor STATELY]

Cool ! Looks just like mine ! (lol)... I like your word choices better :)

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Titania's Court - A Villanelle of the Night

Titania ventured late alone into the night
a new moon reigned above with clear solemnity
where the good forest folke live, a land of delight

As Titania passed clad in flowing sheer pure white
silence imbued the wood deep in serenity
Titania ventured late alone into the night

Softly sighing, spellbound by the fairy so bright
all bowed who beheld Titania in unity
where the good forest folke live, a land of delight

Titania resplendent in the twinkling starlight
concerned about all the forest community
Titania ventured late alone into the night

The fairy Queen communed with all within her sight
wielding justly to mete out of necessity
where the good forest folke live, a land of delight

Titania judged before the coming of twilight
the Queen yet refulgent withal her lenity
Titania ventured late alone into the night
where the good forest folke live, a land of delight

4/1/2022

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[Danik 2016]

You are being kind. What I mostly miss is alarger vocabulary in English.

Charming poem about Titania!

Still experimenting with the generator(short Poem form). I chose three or four words. Now look what happened:

The Sleepless and Resilient Tardigrade

A Poem by Danik 2016

Whose tardigrade is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite happy though.
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,
I watch him laugh. I cry hello.

He gives his tardigrade a shake,
And laughs until his belly aches.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The tardigrade is sleepless, resilient and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
After cake and lots of sleep.
Sweet dreams come to him cheap.

He rises from his gentle bed,
With thoughts of babies in his head,
He eats his jam with lots of bread.
Ready for the day ahead.

With thanks to the poet, Robert Frost, for the underlying structure and 99,9 % of the vocabulary and 100% of the ideas and images.

[tailor STATELY]

LOL ! Now we're talking !! Gotta love them Tardigrades !





silly sestet

Superman sucker-smacks supernova's Su-Sussudio
Summer submarines sizzle, so-called subcutaneously
Sasquatch's squash style shoes sparkle (seriously !)...
Susquehanna squirrels sublimate Sulphur snacks
Silly sestet's sample sambas - surviving sometimes
Sign-up/sign-in (signature) ________________________

4/2/2022

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[Danik 2016]

Another experiment! Amazed at result!

Sun - A Haiku
by Anonymous

Majestically
A golden, ethereal sun shines
in spite of the swamps.

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"in spite of the swamps"...lol ! Love it !


Stone - A Haiku
by tailor


Sensual leaping
A red, damp stone wriggling

by the curlicues

4/4/2022

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4/5/2022

the lilacs in bloom !
the apples in blossom !
lizards lounging on the rails
sunny spring day
with a brisk cool breeze
with honeybees! doing their thang

4/5/2022

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[Danik 2016]

A spring poem!

The feat of the day

Curlicue

An Acrostic by Danik 2016

Cruising the sea, then

Urban strolls.

Roman watchtowers dominate

Little bashful watchtowers

Inside - interior circumferences.

Concrete watchtowers look sternly.

Unequal circumferences smile.

Edwardian curlicues abound

[tailor STATELY]

An acrostic ! Well done !




The Sea - A Silly Free Verse Poem

A vessel, however hard it tries,
Will always contain candy corn.
Does the vessel make you hungry?
does it?

A seabird, however hard it tries,
Will always be floozy.
Does the seabird make you shiver?
does it?

The blue-yellow marine song sings like a sea green thing
Are you upset by how chromatic it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the marine so yellow-blue bellied?

I saw the the little fish of my village destroyed,
How I mourned the fish.
I'll always remember the trivial and small-minded fish
... the fish

4/6/2022

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The Shiny and Round Pocket Watch

Whose pocket watch is that?
I know its owner has prolly forgat.
Yet, full of joy like a bowl of green Jello !
I watch him laugh and pet his cat.

He searches for his pocket watch (beneath a book),
And laughed until his belly shook.
The only other sound's the break,
Of cats careening his hearing mistook.

The pocket watch is shiny, round and deep,
But rarely has he appointments to keep,
After meds and sometimes sleep.
Sweet dreams come to him by counting sheep.

He rises from his cat filled bed,
With thoughts of poetry in his head,
He watches telly and the web...
(if the internet isn't dead)
Fuzzily aware that there's a day ahead.

4/8/2022

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[Danik 2016]

Lol!Snif! Answer in brewing!

A not so nonsensical favorite poem:

The Donkey
BY G. K. CHESTERTON

When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood
Then surely I was born.

With monstrous head and sickening cry
And ears like errant wings,
The devil’s walking parody
On all four-footed things.

The tattered outlaw of the earth,
Of ancient crooked will;
Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,
I keep my secret still.

Fools! For I also had my hour;
One far fierce hour and sweet:
There was a shout about my ears,
And palms before my feet.
n/a
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47918/the-donkey

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Enjoyed: A poem befitting the season.

A not so nonsense poem I'm still polishing up for a talk tomorrow:




Dearest Savior

Dearest Savior, I love to do thy will
Thou knowest I do need thee in all ways
O, help me ever to endure until
Our Father's presence fills all my days.

With a contrite spirit and broken heart
To follow my Lord in sweet perfection.
Thy perfect sacrifice, how great thou art !
The sweet springtime of thy resurrection.

My Savior seeks me to walk in His light
Precepts based on faith, hope, and charity
May I be reminded each day and night
Seeking thy divine love with clarity

Charity being the pure love of Christ.
My love for Him abides and has sufficed

4/9/2022

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[Danik 2016]

tailor,
Your poem has a beautiful flow and as far as I know about Religion the sentiments it expressed seem to be very fitting for s religious talk or service. Like you I am not so happy about the last word "sufficed". Viewed from the religious point of view, can ones love ever be sufficient? Maybe there is another better word and you are keeping it for the rhymes sake. But breaking the rhyme is also a form of calling special attention to a particular line.

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You have a good eye... I've gone through a number of revisions... agonizing and parsing. This is where I am right now (note the breaking of the sonnet form.... believe it or not I started with a very odd bit with the AI... lol):



Dearest Savior

My Savior seeks me to walk in His light -
Precepts based on faith, hope, and charity.
May I be reminded each day and night,
Seeking thy divine love with clarity -

Charity being the pure love of Christ,
I ponder this eternal verity.

With a contrite spirit and broken heart,
Following my Lord with sweet affection,
Thy perfect sacrifice, how great thou art !,
The sweet wellspring of thy resurrection.

Dearest Savior, I strive to do thy will,
Thou knowest I need thee every hour.
O, help me always to endure until,
Our Father's presence fills me with His pow'r.

4/9/2022

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[tailor STATELY]

Ah... found the AI version (lol):

Ode to the Charity
A Sonnet by Anon

My Charity, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you faith, hope and love,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the baseball glove.

Let me compare you to a loving will?
You are more concise and more perfection.
Light rains flood the right fields of April,
And the springtime has the white injection.

How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your nice Jesus, Savior and christ.
Thinking of your clear Savior fills my days.
My love for you is the not puffed up kleist.

Now I must away with a precise heart,
Remember my loose words whilst we're apart.

... ROFLMAO

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[Danik 2016]

re: LOl ROFL Well, I was expecting something of the kind, but kept quiet till I had the evidence of the facts ;)

By the way, what is the baseball glove doing in this poem?

[Danik 2016]

Thanks, tailor. Yes, I prefer this solution. You maintain the rhyme but without forcing the meaning.

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re: LOl ROFL Well, I was expecting something of the kind, but kept quiet till I had the evidence of the facts ;)

By the way, what is the baseball glove doing in this poem?

LOL... the best I can figure is it associated April and Springtime with baseball... totally off the wall for the word list I fed it...

"white injection": I can't even imagine.

L1, L9 (Shakespeare Sonnet #43 again), and L14 seem to be its favorite catch phrases that it throws out (keeping with the baseball theme)... see previous AI sonnets... also L5 Sonnet #forgot.

kleist ? After googling you might be familiar with: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heinrich_von_Kleist

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Thanks, tailor. Yes, I prefer this solution. You maintain the rhyme but without forcing the meaning.

Thanx for the critique... still keeping my spiritual eyes on it :)

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[Danik 2016]

LOL... the best I can figure is it associated April and Springtime with baseball... totally off the wall for the word list I fed it...

"white injection": I can't even imagine.

L1, L9 (Shakespeare Sonnet #43 again), and L14 seem to be its favorite catch phrases that it throws out (keeping with the baseball theme)... see previous AI sonnets... also L5 Sonnet #forgot.

kleist ? After googling you might be familiar with: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heinrich_von_Kleist

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Sorry, tailor! I didn't mean to make you google that poem. I thought you wrote it and it was meant as a joke. But you wouldn't have written that poem not even as a joke. Most of all I abhorred the 'puffed up kleist'. It doesn't make sense, not even nonsense.
Maybe one of more people used the generator and the solutions and errors were left standing.
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Sorry, tailor! I didn't mean to make you google that poem. I thought you wrote it and it was meant as a joke. But you wouldn't have written that poem not even as a joke. Most of all I abhorred the 'puffed up kleist'. It doesn't make sense, not even nonsense.
Maybe one of more people used the generator and the solutions and errors were left standing.
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With apologies... that's what the AI spit out verbatim and was what I started with to work on my poem (I copy/paste the verbatim lattice into the "Poet's Desk" and labor to get something intelligible and in this case a lot more polished; thus the original output was still on the AI website untouched. I have no clue why it generated what it did, especially with the spiritual words I input. I googled "kleist" when you were curious and found Herr Heinrich_von_Kleist who was a very accomplished individual w/ Poetry and short stories and dramas to his credit, if I recall; with a rather dramatic/tragic end. I don't understand why "the 'puffed up kleist'" was abhorrent... maybe a cultural difference - an unfortunate vernacular of the unseemly kind ? In English (American English... well - California, American English anyway) a person who is "puffed up" is one who is conceited. So sorry for the distress. (sigh)

With sincere apologies,
tailor

[Danik 2016]

LoL!Snif!

No, YOU don´t have to apologize for the errors on the generator. It doesn´t have the best of tastes as to what versions deserve to be kept on it, but that again would be asking to much of it. I think you just showed me that version so that I could evaluate what you had made of it: you maintained solely the original structure, the prayer was entirely your creation.

As for Kleist, I know him well, I wrote about one of his plays years ago. He was a great writer but prolly had a very difficult personality. He was a nobleman at a time when the decadent German nobility had to adapt to more bourgeois patterns of life.
He had an immense difficulty with all kinds of compromise. He didn´t adapt to the army, he broke with his fiancée, with whom he exchanged letters years on end, because she wanted him to find a secure job, so that they could marry. Find the job wasn´t the difficulty, his family didn´t have any more money but they still had influence. He also rejected the idea of earning money as a writer. He became increasingly dependent on relatives and friends for money and I think you read about his sad end.

Still no idea how he landed in the poem generator. Maybe just a typo.

I wish you success with your presentation today!

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(phew) Thank you for your reply. I was worried I had offended you in some manner (I can be quite clueless sometimes). I don't think the generator should be referred to as an AI any more. (lol)

Just finished printing my talk... 16 total pages at 18 point print double-sided (8-sheets of paper). I usually calculate 3-pages= 5 minutes so I have 25+ minutes prepared for a scheduled 15-20 minute talk just in case the first speaker is ill or has prepared less than her allotment. The speaker, I asked her personally to speak on a subject, is very reliable though :) and quite verbose... so I may have even less to present which is ok. In fact I'm introducing a new missionary that will even take up more time :) But, it was a great learning opportunity for me though I haven't really slept much. (long nap this afternoon planned, lol)

Have a wonderful day !

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[Danik 2016]

re: Hope you had a good meeting, after that careful preparation.
Working also on a preface that is due for the editor. I have a difficulty with finishing things.

Midnight song of birds
Enhance the dusky sky
Dewy sunflowers!

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Had a wonderful Sacrament service. It's raining now, but it was a glorious sparkling day Sunday... there may have been clouds but I didn't notice them :) Talks went as planned: speaker was as eloquent as she was loquacious, missionary took a bit more than 5 minutes to introduce himself, I read my poem then talked on Moroni 7 for a few minutes, which had us running 5-minutes late. The choir was wonderful as usual (I miss singing in the choir sigh). Our dear choir leader is going on a senior mission to SLC after next week (I asked her a few weeks ago to speak in our Easter program next Sunday) and we had an after church "linger longer" luncheon yesterday (Sunday) in her honor.

Love your poem... "Dewy sunflowers!" can have so many connotations in these times... well done!

Wishing you well on your preface. I have a tendency to procrastinate myself.

The Warm and Chocolatey Mug of Cocoa

Whose mug of cocoa is that? (rhetorically)
Its owner is quite happy though. (so silly)
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow, (really?)
I watch him laugh. I cry hello. (creepily)

He gives his mug of cocoa a shake,
And laughs as his belly turns into a lake.
The only other sound's the wake,
.......... redacting this part... a 2.5 Richter quake.

The mug of cocoa is warm, chocolatey, and deep,
(inserts Oxford comma with a deft sweep)
But he has promises to keep,
After a long nap and short sleep.
"Sweet dreams are made of these" (neep, neep!).

After rising from his rumpled bed,
Stoking the heat stove increasing the infra red,
With thoughts of poetry & silly stories in his head,
He drinks his triple cocoa still half brain dead

4/11/2022

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quack

quarks quaver quantifying quasicrystals querulously
quack

quadrapoles quicken quadrahedral quincunxial quanta
quelch quacks

4/14/2022

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[Danik 2016]

LOL Not quelching quacks, ever!

Petty PC
Putting on airs
Wonderful morning
Sunny background with dogs
So many of them!
I want to work
In this peaceful atmosphere
But PC puts on airs
It's not fair!

[Danik 2016]

Had a wonderful Sacrament service. It's raining now, but it was a glorious sparkling day Sunday... there may have been clouds but I didn't notice them :) Talks went as planned: speaker was as eloquent as she was loquacious, missionary took a bit more than 5 minutes to introduce himself, I read my poem then talked on Moroni 7 for a few minutes, which had us running 5-minutes late. The choir was wonderful as usual (I miss singing in the choir sigh). Our dear choir leader is going on a senior mission to SLC after next week (I asked her a few weeks ago to speak in our Easter program next Sunday) and we had an after church "linger longer" luncheon yesterday (Sunday) in her honor.

Love your poem... "Dewy sunflowers!" can have so many connotations in these times... well done!

Wishing you well on your preface. I have a tendency to procrastinate myself.

The Warm and Chocolatey Mug of Cocoa

Whose mug of cocoa is that? (rhetorically)
Its owner is quite happy though. (so silly)
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow, (really?)
I watch him laugh. I cry hello. (creepily)

He gives his mug of cocoa a shake,
And laughs as his belly turns into a lake.
The only other sound's the wake,
.......... redacting this part... a 2.5 Richter quake.

The mug of cocoa is warm, chocolatey, and deep,
(inserts Oxford comma with a deft sweep)
But he has promises to keep,
After a long nap and short sleep.
"Sweet dreams are made of these" (neep, neep!).

After rising from his rumpled bed,
Stoking the heat stove increasing the infra red,
With thoughts of poetry & silly stories in his head,
He drinks his triple cocoa still half brain dead

4/11/2022

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Enjoyed (after lunch)

[tailor STATELY]

"Petty PC Putting on airs"... interesting tension in this poem.


purple?

sparkling break of day
purple pangolins playing
calico cats fuss

4/16/2022

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[Danik 2016]

re: Lol! i had to smile at your kind reception of my PC poem precariously composed in anger on the tablet, because the PC itself took all the day updatingand I couldn't work on it.
Cute Haiku!

The sun is playing
hide and seek with the clouds
tired birds abound

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"tired birds" lol !



Pepperoni Pizza

How happy is the dreamy pizza !
Are you concerned by how many toppings it has ?
Does it tear you apart to see a pizza so hysterical ?

Many pepperoni slices !
Bathing in double cheese and tomato sauce - enticing.
Cooked to order: SM MED LG FHE

One can also order pizza sticks.
Pizza sticks look like fingers.
Dip them in Ranch dressing, the pizza sticks too.
Now, unhealthy is just a thing.
Makes me wonder if pizza sticks are.

4/16/2022

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For Father's Day (Dada)

Father, how make unpleasant be;
Thorns, your incisive thorns;
That account however is not
Sharp;
Neither does it.
Sad thing now thorns does is all thorns are;
The astute are dull by mute thorns just it? like happy;
Is are the sea sings;
The sea !s all.

4/18/2022

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[Danik 2016]

Intriguing!

[Danik 2016]

Jack and the chocolate cake
A Villanelle by Danik 2016

Jack couldn't stop thinking about the cake
It was just so soft and yummy
But he could never forget his mistake,
That morning, Jack devoured a cake so fake
He got himself a swollen tummy
Jack couldn't stop thinking about the cake

Later, Jack was spooked by a steak
He thought the situation had become rather crummy
But he could never forget his mistake

Jill said, the cake wasn't such a great fake
Said his mind had become too
Jack couldn't stop thinking about the cake

Jack decided to do something opaque
The cake was becoming too gummy
But he could never forget his mistake.

Jack nosedived like a bloody rake
His mind became dangerously funny
Jack couldn't stop thinking about the cake
But he could never forget his mistake.

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(lol) Jack & Jill and the deep fake cake :)


A Man Who Liked Drink

There once was a man who liked drinking.
He said, "See the lovely blinking!"
It was rather glittery,
But made him quite jittery,
He couldn't say no to the sinking.

4/21/2022

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A Man Who Liked Telly

There once was a man who liked telly.
He said, "Look, it's the great Ernest Fanelli !"
To him it was quite new,
Though not totally untrue,
As he blended his bananas with vitelli.

4/22/2022

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tutu tacos too

tardigrades toddle, tantamount
to traipsing, tummy taking tinier
tardy tardigrade tutu tacos too

4/22/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[Danik 2016]

Lol! Trying to figure out a toddling tardigrade.

Late llamas leering superciliously
Laughing silently with curled lips
Leave lordly leeches speechlessly.

[tailor STATELY]

(lol) I have no idea if tardigrades even perambulate, let alone toddle or traipse. Found out that some are cannibalistic (tummy takers (sic)) though.

Love your tercet - and lawsy, lawsy, mas alliteration !!! ( https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/lawsy )

3-Cats - A Silly Tanka Poem 57577

I love my three cats
They're so soft and cuddly; not
Like a tardigrade
They love their catnaps until
I roll over in my bed

4/25/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

LoL!

Sun and rain

Seaside frame

Fluid mirror of time

[tailor STATELY]

A Seaside frame of mind... :)



Dog Track Rap

There once was a young lass who rapped.
She liked dogs which she handicapped.
It was rather much,
But not Pennsylvania Dutch,
She just couldn't allow them to be lapped.

4/25/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[tailor STATELY]

One of my favorite poems by Emily Dickinson: I'm Nobody! Who are you? -
plunged through a plethora of google translations from one language to another (until it gagged) ending finally back in English:


Amazing boogba

I'm nobody! who are you
And you - nothing -?
Then we have a partner!
Don't tell me! They advertised - you know!

How dark - to be human!
How is the population - like a frog -
Tell them your name - June for the rest of your life -
Amazing boogba

4/29/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Beautifully weird! https://poets.org/poem/im-nobody-who-are-you-260 (Maybe I prefer your so fitting version!)

[tailor STATELY]

lol - I was hoping for something weirder, but google wasn't cooperating... may continue to play with it going from romance languages to oriental languages to... who knows, maybe Klingon to Elvish (Quenya) and back :)

Since Emily's poems are so often titled by her first lines I thought it fitting for the new rendition to use the last line for the title.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[tailor STATELY]

Ode to My Hippopotamus

My hippopotamus was my delight.
I loved the way she played hide and go seek,
Invading my home day and through the night,
I still have dreams about her playful cheek.

Remember what you did with the penguin ?
You were most clever with your solution.
Simply counting aloud from one to ten,
Forestalled the need for an execution.

I loved when you danced; loved your simple ways.
Your pirouettes so refined and grand mal.
Your cabrioles into a plie´ received great praise -
Most assuredly the belle of the ball.

Now I pine away with a broken heart,
Counting each moment while we are apart.

5/6/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Lol! An Ode indeed!

Minimalist Reflexion
Words engulf worlds.

[tailor STATELY]

Lol! An Ode indeed!

Minimalist Reflexion
Words engulf worlds.

Love the minimalism... my favorite form.

Puppy - A nonsense Tanka Poem 57577

I love my kitten
He is so energetic.
I named him Puppy
Has five opposable thumbs
When he glows I feel happy

5/6/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Looked Tanka 57577poem up:https://www.masterclass.com/articles/tanka-poem-defined-plus-examples#what-is-a-tanka-poem

I have a parrot
He converses about himself
and philosophies
the world is not round, he says
it is an extended road

[tailor STATELY]

Interesting class... love Billy Collin's poetry - I shared a poem of his, last month I believe, with our small group of poets here on the Divide that was delightfully funny: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/40824/today-56d21ebdad746

Beautiful poem !!! I don't see it as nonsense at all.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[tailor STATELY]

Zebra - A nonsense Haiku

Rainy summertime
A male, giant zebra hops
watching the aardvark

5/7/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Lol!

The aardvark

A lone aardvark
or a kangaroo that fell
out of mother´s pouch?

[tailor STATELY]

or ? - Lol !!!


zen giraffe

hearty eventide
a tall, secret giraffe moos
watching the pebble

5/9/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Cute! Didn´t know giraffes mooed!

Ornitorrinco

Platypus

Ornitorrinco
(just saving a verse!)
Just toughly yourself!

[tailor STATELY]

lol... giraffes buck the trend to go ommm...

"(just saving a verse!)"... good start


climbing ivy - A nonsense Tanka Poem

my climbing ivy
it is so green and shivers
covering an oak
with rife intelligent leaves
and bloodshot allergy eyes

5/9/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[tailor STATELY]

bright apocalypse

bright apocalypse
an upper textbook house trots
above the ruins

5/9/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

lol... giraffes buck the trend to go ommm...

"(just saving a verse!)"... good start


climbing ivy - A nonsense Tanka Poem

my climbing ivy
it is so green and shivers
covering an oak
with rife intelligent leaves
and bloodshot allergy eyes

5/9/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor


Loved this!

Question
Musing about things past
How do dinosaurs and ants
Relate to it?

[tailor STATELY]

Love question poems ! Good question...

Wikipedia:
Ants: Ants appear in the fossil record across the globe in considerable diversity during the latest Early Cretaceous and early Late Cretaceous, suggesting an earlier origin. Ants evolved from vespoid wasp ancestors in the Cretaceous period, and diversified after the rise of flowering plants. (The first remains of flowering plants are known from 125 million years ago. They diversified extensively during the Early Cretaceous, became widespread by 120 million years ago, and replaced conifers as the dominant trees from 60 to 100 million years ago.)

Dinosaurs: They first appeared during the Triassic period, between 243 and 233.23 million years ago (mya), although the exact origin and timing of the evolution of dinosaurs is the subject of active research. They became the dominant terrestrial vertebrates after the Triassic–Jurassic extinction event 201.3 mya; their dominance continued throughout the Jurassic and Cretaceous periods. The fossil record shows that birds are modern feathered dinosaurs, having evolved from earlier theropods during the Late Jurassic epoch, and are the only dinosaur lineage known to have survived the Cretaceous–Paleogene extinction event approximately 66 mya.



Star Gaters


There once was a Goa’uld named Susan
Who often liked to go cruisin'
So she hopped into her boyfriend's Al’Kesh,
Who suddenly became quite cheeky and fresh,
In rebuffing she oathed "you're cruisin' for a brusin'"

5/11/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[tailor STATELY]

a boy named carter... a nonsense poem

there once was a boy called carter
who said compared to him there was no one smarter
and though he was rather young
of the disco songs he had heard he sung
when walking his silky anteater

5/11/2022 r. 5/17/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Enjoyed the wiki comments on ants and dinos. And the anteater.

The anteater

There once was an anteater
That lived his life, like you and me
To his taste a dish of ants was sweeter
Than the finest melee,
he used to go yippee!

But one sad day,
(he was at the end of his tether)
He just went away!

[tailor STATELY]

lol :)

betrayal - a nonsense haiku

singalong seaside
coquettish cuttlefish court
betrayed by sea snails

5/18/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[cacian]

eventually
sky over stars rules
such is the status
of planets without
fools
sing along it may
just take one
to an earth without
curse!

[tailor STATELY]

Enjoyed :)



Secrets

She gives her diet soda a shake,
laughing when the bubbles break.
The sounds of silence keep her awake -
yonder waves and gulls forsake.

Biscuits are random, giant, and deep,
but have no secrets to keep.
After eating cake and thoughts of sleep -
dark dreams after counting sheep.

5/19/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Enjoyed both your poems, cacian and tailor. Cacian´s poem reminds me of "The little prince", tailor's is about a not so little princess?


THE EARTH

It´s brown, it´s red
It´s green and blue
it´s heart secrets
grey ruins and black embers.
It floats in round eternity
Losing its ephemeral children
to Father Time.

[tailor STATELY]

Sadly, a reluctant princess. Feeling ephemeral for now... with hope for much more :)


An Ode to a Spirit

Charming spirit, such a delightful sight.
How I love when you (from nowhere ?) appear.
At first when you arrived I was affright,
'tis but living in a dream when you're near.

Might I inquire, how long will you stay ?
You exist ! Are no mere superstition.
The jasmine and honeysuckles of May,
Pale to the scent of your apparition.

You manifest as a spectral pure light.
With flashing green eyes, my glad companion,
Your sweet humor is my unfeigned delight.
Surely this is no infatuation.

Now, as my days shorten, be still my heart,
I long for the days we're never apart.

5/20/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Double
PS- Posts when edited, tend to appear doubled.

[Danik 2016]

Enjoyed the spirit of the poem!
The year

Sleepy January,
Dancing February
or maybe March
Passionflower in April,
May and June a friendly turmoil...
Holydays in July!
Brisk August,
Slow September
October, November,
melt quickly into December
and it´s Christmas rushes,

Do the years still have months
after one is seventy?

[tailor STATELY]

Loved your poem :) In answer, we'll find out soon enough (lol).


nonsense - an acrostic

numerous pebbles cobble streams
onomatopoeic cool rushes calm
net frills avoided by fish gills thrill
scintillating bubbles burble effervescently
ecological disparities get their freak on
numerous pebbles contain salmon eggs
stupidities generating liquidities, as
eels wear patchwork quilts of kelp

5/21/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

re: snif! Enjoyed the acrostic

The Poem
proteic
oracles
engender
myths

[tailor STATELY]

Enjoyed yours too !


green bottles

cheerier these days
empty aged green bottles hide
away from kittens

5/22/2022


Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

:)

Winter in May

Inane teas
Wrecked blankets
Frozen houses, stranded buildings.
But on the dark streets,
Cold terror reigns!

[tailor STATELY]

Brutal winter and urban danger... on the flip side:

Enjoyed the acrostic... https://www.iwfbc.com/mission-core-values/ :)

A Man Who Owned Trees - A Limerick

There once was a man who owned trees.
Who said, "See the great Japanese!"
It was an ornamental Maple,
Which gave him no syrple,
No matter how many times he said please!

5/23/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Lol!
There once were three men...

There once were three men
One owned a hen
The second one a gem
And the last one a pen
The first one ate his hen
The second sold his gem
The third one penned
this poem.

[tailor STATELY]

Enjoyed. Did some random googling using your words and found this: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Burns%27s_diamond_point_engravings

Includes a hen (hen and henpecked) and a diamond pen !



The Lyricist

His words hammer when he performs.
Into a rock god he transforms.
His fans, like locusts - in vast swarms,
Endure even the worst of storms.

And when he gives his fist a shake,
Laughing till the gates of hell quake,
The only other sounds the break,
Of silence when the masses wake.

Lyrics burn sonorous and deep,
Those who truly understand weep,
And in that instant, in one sweep,
Casts the shackles from off the sheep.

Rising, still weary from his bed,
With new arpeggios in his head,
He reflects on the quick and dead,
With too many words left unsaid.

5/25/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Lol!Didn´t know this poem. Enjoyed very much The Lyricist, seems one unusual take to me. Might it be inspired by so powerful lÿrics as "The Sound of Silence"?

Huballo Hill

Huballo

On Huballo Hill
The world stands still

On Huballo plane
Life´s ever the same

In Huballo woods
The wanderer broods

But Huballo river
What a fever, what a fever!

[tailor STATELY]

Enjoyed Huballo Hill... Trying for context... no joy.

Yes, after viewing Disturb's "Sound of Silence" and a bit of research on the lÿrics and background I thought I'd take the "AI" to task

Here's the original using the "AI":


Whose song is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite happy though.
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,
I watch him laugh. I cry hello.

He gives his song a shake,
And laughs until her belly aches.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The song is glittering, deep and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
After cake and lots of sleep.
Sweet dreams come to him cheap.

He rises from his gentle bed,
With thoughts of kittens in his head,
He eats his jam with lots of bread.
Ready for the day ahead.

Quite predictable as you know by now... thought I'd feed it some Eurythmics/Quiet Riot/Dio influences (mostly ignored) and was going to leave it at that, and title it "The Glittering And Deep Song", but thought what the heck, I'll try to make something of it... still nonsense, and there ya go. Could almost make something sensible out of it :)

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

re: No context with Huballo. I just invented the word, I liked the sound of it.

Lol! You greatly improved the "AI". But sometimes these "templates" are limiting to me. I find it easier to invent form and content.

Gulliver and the horses

So once Gulliver was spilled ashore
on an island
And a white horse knocked at his door.
They engaged in silent conversation
About horse and human traditions.
When Gulliver left the island
Many years later
He was more of a horse,
than a man.

[tailor STATELY]

Interesting poetic analysis... found this https://www.cliffsnotes.com/literature/g/gullivers-travels/character-analysis/the-houyhnhnms


A Man Named Obladee
Obladee was a man who liked boats.
Actually anything on water that floats.
When attempting to write a song about them
He came up with a whale of a gem.
He just didn't have enough notes.

5/27/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

re1:Very interesting analysis. I think the Houyhnhnms were a sort of Utopia for Swift.
re2: Didn´t know that Obladi, oblada was an Nigerian Expression:
https://www.songfacts.com/facts/the-beatles/ob-la-di-oblada#:~:text='Ob%2Dla%2Ddi%20ob%2Dla%2Dda',exact %20meaning%20of%20the%20song.

There was a louse
that kept house
with a mouse
They used to dance
A waltz of Strauss.

[tailor STATELY]

1 - interesting conjecture
2 - me either
poem: lol


Bentley's Paradox
There once was a man who liked gravity.
He said, "See the lovely cavity!"
You see he was allergic to gluten,
Just like Isaac Newton,
It made his tummy all wavity.

5/27/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Lol!

In Iflifuz down Mazerat
There lived an gnifuz,
he loiped and wombed
He toiled and tombed
masticated and frombed
and he was the jing
of his maza.

[tailor STATELY]

Very Carrollolian !


A Man From the Ocean
There once was a man from the ocean.
Who once had a wonderful notion.
He thought until things came quite surreal,
Then got in his automobile,
And now we have perpetual motion.

5/29/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Lol!


There was once
(not so very once)
a smartphone,
that couldn´t find it´s tone.

It didn´t feel so smart anymore
And oh, so alone!

It had no heart,
Not even of stone.
And it hadn´t a home
to call its own.

[tailor STATELY]

Poor smartphone :(



shoes
his shoes are decrepit, holey, and dingy
broken in to the point of appearing cringey
after lots of sleep he's not too lazy
to go out and peruse the second-hand store's mazy
- he's just too stingy

5/29/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Enjoyed! Hoping your shoes are ok!

The shoes

There once was,
a pair of shoes.
When they were still new,
They were wedded in grand style.
They trudged on,
side by side
With nothing to hide.
Time was their guide,
It would glide,
ever so slight,
Day following night.

They became very old,
And so,
their short tale was told.

[tailor STATELY]

Enjoyed :)


kangaroo
****'scrow is nearly -
a mad kangaroo off his feed
because it's too early

6/2/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

??

The Story of Palumbo/Palumba

Palumbo, or Palumba
was hit by a car.
Trailing its grazed wing.

It hid in a garage
and got food and water
by enchanted hands.
"This bird is ****ting
all over the place"
Grumbled the keeper,
Respecting though
its survival strategies.

Palumbo/Palumba stayed on
Daily flexing its hurt wing.

Some time later
It perched tentatively
On the roof of the garage.
Next day it was feeding
with its buddies.

When it felt strong
Palumbo/Palumba
flew away.
Just a little grey dove
that mingled again
with its crowd.

[tailor STATELY]

Cute poem :)


Book
I so love my book,
it is so green and scary.
It has special hands,
and amazing eyelashes.
When it cuddles, I feel happy

6/4/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Ejoyed! A legit nonsensical poem!

Onça 3 D

I' m not a hare,
But a jaguar,
I can do no harm
To anyone,
Cos I am
Onça 3 D
Onça 3D.

My body is a wonder
of technology
He, he, he!
I'm not a Muppet
Though I walk
Like a puppet.
I can do no harm
To anyone,
Cos I am
Onça 3 D
Onça 3D.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oLGiSoRoe8M

[tailor STATELY]

Beautiful animal :)

My Pet Moose - A Tanka Poem, by Anonymoose


I so dig my moose -
When he's perturbed and snorting
His tulip lips curl
And dips one rugged antler
Trampling all those who are near :yikes:

6/11/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Lol!

Alert

Never let loose
a moose,
it´s not a mouse
Nor even a goose.

[tailor STATELY]

Lol !


The Fool - A Nonsense Didactic Cinquain

The fool
Tormented
Dance, rebound, teleport
Bolder than I, perchance ?
Gone

6/14/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[tailor STATELY]

an old man from mars

there once was an old man from mars
who longed to visit the stars
so he saved up his shekels
to bleach all of his freckles
and left for M42 with his guitars

6/15/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Not nonsensical at all!

Poem without rhythm and reason

There once was a guitar
Just a common instrument
That played wonderful Lieder

Her owner was known near and far
To hear him play
People came from afar.

But one day he threw the guitar on the ground
in a fit of temper
It´s strings broke,
it didn´t emit another sound.

The musician in despair,
Looked for new strings here and there
His house he sold
And sought the strings,
All over the world!

Until he arrived in music land
And found a travelling band.
When the guitar heard the sounds,
mended were its strings
and it started to sing on its own.

The musician joined the band,
They sang from town to town
And for all I know
might still be around.

[tailor STATELY]

I like it ! :)... inspired me thus:



the locust

Lied - "In Western classical music tradition, lied is a term for setting poetry to classical music to create a piece of polyphonic music." - Wikipedia



he lied, he cried, ever the out-lyre
playing his guitar unstrung as it wept
with his lay, his lieder, his hawaiian slider

we drank his gibson of satriani sweat as
he fret with his strat-o-caster / o-various...
vicarious as if he were the dead in need -
a zombie incarnate as his finger tips bled

pedal to the metal - his biceptual
guns raging in the machine out of focus -
hocus pocus - with a du hast! duality

krokus with your slip knot - a' dios to
a rainbow, a stairway he led us
to a reality of moth eaten overcoats -
smelling of innocence and peppermints

6/15/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

"a' dios to
a rainbow, a stairway he led us
to a reality of moth eaten overcoats -
smelling of innocence and peppermints
" Exactly! It´s how it feels today. Enjoyed much. The next poem comes tomorrow, I need to think a bit.

[Danik 2016]

The "du hast duality" escaped me!:)

Translation

If "you" is " "du"
and "Tisch" has a taste of "table"
Why does "happines" dissolve
into "Freude" and "Angst" torment
the German and the English idiom?

The lyrics of languages
hide in the gaps of meaning.

[tailor STATELY]

re: du hast! duality: sorry... this refers to some song lyrics by Rammstein where "du hast" is sometimes construed as "du hasst"... https://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/r/rammstein/du_hast_english_translation.html
"The lyrics of languages hide in the gaps of meaning." - prolly most fitting in this case where the German wordplay is lost in English (evidently)... I think it was meant to be ambiguous. I vaguely remembered the allusion from some time ago.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Re: Thanks for the explanation and the link, tailor, now it makes sense to me:
Ich habe
du has (s) t is a very fitting wordplay, I think now more than ever.

[tailor STATELY]

fragrant, wilted flowers for hard times

what flowers are those ?
fragrant flowers, yet wilted
- and some resemble a rose
vitality exceeding their shelf life
marked down to half price :)
I know some local wildlife
who'd think them nice enough

6/17/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Interesting theme

Hulk, the Bull
big bulk
hard skull,
pulls the wool
in full
over ones eyes.
He feigns a fight
just light.
Despite his spite
he doesn´t quite
at a sight
want to ignite
the place tonight.
He'll rather drink
a bottle of Sprite.

[tailor STATELY]

lol... those carbonated drinks will be the end of him, if the rhyme doesn't that is :)


Pet lizard - A Tanka Poem

Oh, my pet lizard
He's scaly and splotchy brown
Has a long forked tongue
Like half a meter long; scares
the bejeebies outta me !

6/17/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Lol!

The Bookshelf

Bulky like a gentle big bear
And often as brown.
Its presence warms the hearth
And paves the way to desire.
It patiently carries its load
Of shelved knowledge,
of papered dreams.
It feeds on parallel worlds,
painted with words.
But, while aiming at
a possible immortality
its goods can be destroyed
by the smallest of insects.

[tailor STATELY]

Not a nonsense poem in my estimation... enjoyed :)


The Lithe and Voracious...

Whose book is that? Something by Malraux
Its owner is quite unhappy though
Once full of joy when reading - eyes aglow
Now inspects each book quite Thoreau

After giving each book a shake
To see what bugs might be awake
A Book Scorpion - its appearance make
Startling the bibliophile, in horror quake

But as with Aristotle, comes the calm
For Book Scorpions should cause no qualm
And if one should scurry across your psalm
Just relocate it gently with your palm

6/18/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor



The Book Scorpion https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pseudoscorpion

[Danik 2016]

"But as with Aristotle, comes the calm
For Book Scorpions should cause no qualm
And if one should scurry across your psalm
Just relocate it gently with your palm."

Charming, but newer saw a book Skorpion in my life.

Things with wings

Things with wings

fly on the sly,

without good bye,

when the soil is dry.

[tailor STATELY]

Something to look forward to :) A nursery rhyme ! Dislike dem bugs.



cannonball

there once was an old man called cannonball
who hardly had any hair on his head - at all
while he looked rather grievous
he was often mischievous
his drink of choice was a spritz of geritol

6/19/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[tailor STATELY]

asking for a friend

do mayflies expire
or do they become june bugs ?
asking for a friend...

6/19/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Lol!

The snake( another no nonsensical poem)

An angry majesty is she
When she rises her head.
Yet she is used
to creeping on the ground.
Her printed dresses
are unique
and fill with awe.
She uses the arm
of the destitute.
Her venom is legend.

[tailor STATELY]

Interesting... Metaphor ?


Into the Whirlwind

Fleetingly fast, it tries, it tries
The Black-bellied whistling duck
Full fledging fast, it tries to fly
The whirlwind approaches
the duck whistles louder and louder
The frantic excitement -
A modern day troubadour - it flies
Into the whirlwind, its whistles crack -
One feather gone, another, and another
"Quack !" goes the Black-bellied whistling duck
And "quack !", then "quack !" again
Into the whirlwind
A wailing "QUACK !"

6/21/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Maybe, but not intentional.
Ai! My sympathies are all with the duck!

The Sun
After gray cold days
Sunshine!
I wanted to greet the sun,
as people did in the old times,
but the little balcony of my home
is too prosaic.
Then I wanted to write an ode to the sun,
Exalting his warmth,
his generosity
in giving back
the colors of life.
But I can´t write odes,
so these words are just
the expression of my happiness!

[tailor STATELY]

Enjoyed very much ! :)


A Man From Space

There once was a man from space
Who when found out gave quite a chase
He caused quite a kerfuffle
When he jumped into his duffel
Disappearing without a trace

6/22/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Lol! Enjoyed!

The woman that went into Space

There once was a Mrs. Duffle
(don´t ask me about Mr. Duffle)
living in the town of Muffle
with a golden hen, called Ruffle.

But one day there was a wild chase
and Duffle, Ruffle, Muffle
and even Puffle
(who wasn´t part of the story)
vanished with grace
into space
without leaving trace.

[Danik 2016]

Lol! Enjoyed!

The woman who went into Space

There once was a Mrs. Duffle
(don´t ask me about Mr. Duffle)
living in the town of Muffle
with a golden hen, called Ruffle.

But one day there was a wild chase
and Duffle, Ruffle, Muffle
and even Puffle
(who wasn´t part of the story)
vanished with grace
into space
without leaving trace.

[tailor STATELY]

lol ! I like the kitten best :)

Extraterrestrials - A Didactic Cinquain

Extraterrestrials
Weird looking
Observing, laughing, lost
Watching our world go crazy
Aliens

6/23/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Which kitten?

Existence. An attempted didactic sextain

Being born- crying, kicking
Darwin
Playing, crying, laughing
Freud
Working, loving, grumbling
Marx

[tailor STATELY]

Puffle !

Love the poem :) Poor Marx grumbling.



Breakfast

Omelets are dreamy for breakfast
I like them with spinach
That green hue -
That didgeridoo background music
really whets my appetite

Flapjacks on the side
Flapjacks - the true source of of vitamin F,
buttered liberally to slither down the throat
easily

Sometimes a bagel (though rare): sliced with
strawberry crème cheese slathered on...
Bagels make me shiver

And lastly - a side of bacon or
sausage (or both :) )
with juice and hot cocoa
to wash it all down

Then a nap for the rest of the day !

6/24/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Lol! It seems your appetite is ok! Learned a new word

Tapioca Flapjack

The most neutral of Flapjacks
!t looks at me
In its crisp Majesty.

Without an own flavor
It welcomes
all fillings in the world:
Cheese
Palm hearts
veggies

Apples
Nutella
Banana
and even fishes
from the
Susquehanna
(but only for the sake
of the rhyme)

Of all the Flapjacks the most quick
It´s ready in three minits.

[tailor STATELY]

Lol ! Love the rhyme insertion !! No real appetite just now - my mind was just wandering :)


A Man With COVID-19

There once was a man who liked life
Who got COVID-19 with all of its strife
He'd rather be out in public
Of the Golden Pine Republic
Rather than being in quarantine with his wife

6/25/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Snif!

A "V" story
There once was a virus
Virulent
Vicious
Villainous
Voracious( and what more epithets there are starting with "V")

To confront it we invented the Vaccine:
Vibrant
Vivacious
Virtuous
and specially
viable!

This was no vulgar strife,
Vaccine 1 versus virus1
Vaccine 2 versus virus 2
Vaccine 3 versus virus 3...

At the end
The vexed virus vanned and
valour was victorious.

[tailor STATELY]

Bravo !!!


limits

sailing wooden ships
through surrealistic light
death offers solace -
she has beautiful green eyes
a disCO VIDeo queen

6/30/2022 "Wooden Ships": https://americansongwriter.com/crosby-stills-h-wooden-ships/

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[tailor STATELY]

This is nonsense !

4th of July Parade @ Highland Park, 2022/tanka

A civic parade
Shot rife with chaotic tones
A penny dreadful
Moment of time is frozen
When the fates stroll idly by

7/4/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Very interesting take!

9th of July

Holiday
Parade,
Charade.
All those dead.
A heroic narrative
and so many questions.

[tailor STATELY]

(sigh)

[Danik 2016]

I wrote the poem above before learning of the shooting in US today. I´m very sorry! It looks like terrorism is getting organized again

[tailor STATELY]

de nada


parlor games

There once was a man who played
At parlor games quite unafraid
But when it came about
To gesturing without a shout
He just wasn't into the charade

7/13/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Enjoyed! A sort of Limerick?

Winged houses,
Speaking louses
Eccentric mouses
Lost causes.
Is this a nonsense poem
or just one attempt at rhyming?

[tailor STATELY]

I guess so: "A limerick (/ˈlɪmərɪk/ LIM-ər-ik) is a form of verse, usually humorous and frequently rude, in five-line, predominantly anapestic trimeter with a strict rhyme scheme of AABBA, in which the first, second and fifth line rhyme, while the third and fourth lines are shorter and share a different rhyme." - Wikipedia

Lol !


again... rhymes

rhymes are a dime a dozen
(or so said my many-times past cousin)
be it sonnets or villanelles
some just can't stand the smell
(unless they're done very-very well)
so to free form one oft prevails

7/13/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[tailor STATELY]

cowboy cat - a tanka poem

my cowboy cat breathes
ever so slow, wide and worn
a full ten gallon
its furry creases so swell
when hunting it purrs aloud

7/18/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Enjoyed "cowboy cat"!

Soliloquies of a worm

Here you can see me
just a worm, braving the storm
at times forlorn.
Pathetically small I
own the entrails of the earth.

[tailor STATELY]

Wonderful ! The epitome of humility !


o' my sanity

racked so lack of sleep
darkest night dims not drear thought
o' my sanity
there's no solace counting sheep
'tis mindless as counting coup

7/18/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Today usually valerian is of help, when I can´t sleep. But I have seen darker times.

King Valerian

Adorned with flowers
white or pink
I preside softly over
the sleep of humans
and the glee of cats!
Moths enjoy me.
In ancient times,
I warded of envious elves
at the weddings.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valerian_(herb)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NNrK7xVG3PM

[tailor STATELY]

:)

I have some hydrOXYzine (Atarax) HCL 50 mg... https://www.webmd.com/drugs/2/drug-7681/hydroxyzine-hcl-oral/details I may take 1-tab in a wee bit to see if that helps... Valerien sounds quite exotic as your poem implies :) Will see where it is available.


little white pills

pills - hate them so much
how many did I take ?
or take any at all ?
rinse, wash, and repeat
to sleep
maybe another will help
or did I take one yet ?
foggy minded into the
amber dispenser; again ?
... one more -
need to sleep
into the breach thou
tiny white pill
heal this poor soul
bereft of rapid eye
- "nigh night sleep tight
don't let the buggies bite"

7/20/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Here one can find it in any drugstore. Or at the herbs seller. But keep the smell far from the noses of your cats because of the catnip effect. There is also the extract of Passion Flower but Valerian works better with me.

Catniped cat

Four dancing legs,
But they might be eight!
Sniffing, sniffing, rolling on the floor
Dancing dancing, sniff, sniff, sniff.
Dancing, sniff, sniff
Subsiding!
Balling up, yawning,
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!

[tailor STATELY]

lol - cat's strophes :)


angst - tanka

it conjures at last
a more balanced pain stirred in
into my sorrow
my petitions to angels
to whom made known disregard

7/22/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

abguished



Anguish-tanka

I seek the footprints
of the guiding entities
when earth seems empty
and usual paths are closed.
How improve on this cliché?

[tailor STATELY]

Very thoughtful.


Mode

Dancing together
Emboldened with pale fire
And she's all elbows
He has more than two left feet
Softly they laugh in concert

7/25/2022 r. 7/26/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[tailor STATELY]

barnacles be sharp

barnacles be sharp, they rip tide
every sand a fire pit covered
down the shore more walking
laugh at the fog when it rolls in
admire the sail surfers 'n gliders
mosquitos got nuthin' on gnats

7/26/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

#196 Enchanting remainder of first dances.# Sharp but harmless!

Troubadours

Troubadours
sail on the wings of fancy,
conjuring tears
and sighs of love.
But where is the sense
or nonsense of it?

[cacian]

haha a nice little piece there Danik
it puts a smile on my face.

even the tiniest
pound
could not entertain
sound
it is but the loudest
found
to be less
and less
a'round
when silence
falls on
a cloud.

[tailor STATELY]

barnacles: In my reality they caused a scar.

"Troubadours" & "Even the..." : enjoyed :)

An Old Man Named Arnaud

There once was a old man who flew
But everyone thought he was cuckoo
It was rather novel,
But he never would grovel
As he leapt off into the wild blue

7/27/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Thanks for your words, cacian, and welcome back! Enjoyed your poem, with it´s "cacianic" rhythm.
re: barnacles- A bit puzzled about them. From the pictures I saw they seem to be a sort of adherent crost, I´ve seen before. I didn´t know this things moved and bit. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thoracica.
Ejoyed "An Old Man Named Arnaud".

The egg

There was an egg
with a head
and two leg's
It took a gigantic leap
and was dead.

[tailor STATELY]

re: barnacles - me either.

lol :)

eggs - almost a nonsense tanka

I so love my eggs
coddled or over easy
they greet me withal
with a stunning double yolk
staring at me as if making a joke

7/28/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

"The Egg and the Chicken (A philosophical tale by Clarice Lispector)

In the morning the egg is lying on the kitchen table.

I see the egg at a single glance. I immediately perceive that I cannot be simply seeing an egg. Seeing an egg is always in the present: No sooner do I see the egg than I have seen on egg, the same egg which has existed for three thousand years. The very instant an egg is seen, it becomes the memory of an egg. The only person to see an egg is someone who has seen it before. Like a man who, in order to understand the present, must have had a past. Upon seeing the egg, it is already too late: an egg seen is an egg lost. A vision that passes Iike a sudden flash of lightning. To see the egg is the promise of being able to see the egg again one day. A brief glance which cannot be divided. Does thought intervene? No, there is no thought: there is only the egg. Vision is the essential faculty and, once used, I shall cast it aside. I shall remain without the egg. The egg has no itself. Individually, it does not exist.

It is impossible actually to see the egg. The egg is supravisable just as there are supersonic sounds the ear can no longer hear. No one is capable of seeing the egg. Can the dog see the egg? Only machines can see the egg. Thee windlass sees the egg. In ancient times an egg settled on my shoulder. Nor can anyone feel love for the egg. My love for the egg is suprasensitive and I have no way of knowing that I feel this love. One is unaware of loving the egg. In ancient times I was the depository of the egg and I walked on tiptoe in order not to disturb the egg’s silence. When I died, they carefully removed the egg inside me: it was still alive. Just as we ignore the world because it is obvious, so we fail to see the egg because it, too, is so obvious. Does the egg no longer exist? It exists at this moment. Egg, you are perfect. You are white. To you I dedicate this beginning. To you I dedicate this first moment.

To the egg, I dedicate the Chinese nation.

The egg is something in suspense. It has never settled. When it comes to rest, it is not the egg that has come to test. A surface has formed beneath the egg. I vaguely glance at the egg in the kitchen in order not to break it. I take the greatest care not to understand it. It cannot be understood and I know that if I were to understand the egg, it could only be in error. To understand is proof of error. Never to think about the egg is one way of having seen it. Could it be that I know about me egg? Of course I know about it. Like this: I exist, therefore I know. What I do not know about the egg is what really matters. What I do not know about the egg gives me the egg itself. The Moon is inhabited by eggs . . .

The egg is an exteriorization: to have a shell is an act of giving. The egg exposes the kitchen. It transforms the table into a slanting plane. The egg exposes everything. Anyone who fathoms the egg, who can penetrate the egg’s surface, is seeking something else: that person is suffering from hunger.

The egg is the chicken’s soul. The awkward chicken. The stable egg. The startled chicken. The placid egg. Like a missile suspended in mid-air: for the egg is an egg in space. An egg against a blue background. Egg, I love you. I love you like something that does not even know it loves another thing. Ido not touch it. It is the aura of my fingers that sees the egg. I do not touch it. But to devote myself to the vision of the egg would be to renounce my earthly existence which I Continue to need, both yolk and white. Can the egg see me? Is it trying to fathom me? No, the egg only sees me. And it is immune to that painful understanding. The egg has never struggled to be an egg. The egg is a gift. It is invisible to the naked eye. From egg to egg, one reaches God Who is invisible to the naked eye. Perhaps the egg was once a triangle which turned so much in space that it ended up being oval. Is the egg basically a sealed jar? Perhaps the first jar to be modeled by the Etruscans? No. The egg originated from Macedonia. There it was designed, the fruit of the most deliberate spontaneity. On the sands of Macedonia mathematician traced it out with a rod in one hand. And then erased it with his bare foot.

An egg needs careful handling. That is why the chicken is the egg’s disguise. The chicken exists so that the egg may traverse the ages. This is what a mother is for. The egg lives like a fugitive because it is always ahead of its time: it is more than contemporary: it belongs to the future. Meanwhile the egg will always be revolutionary. It lives inside the chicken so that no I~ri’~,;may call it white. The egg is really white but must not he called white. Not because this would harm the egg which is immune from danger, but those people who state the obvious by describing the egg as white renege on life. To call something white which is white can destroy humanity. Truth is always in danger of destroying humanity. A man was once accused of being what he was and referred to as That Man. They were not lying: he was man. But we have not recovered since. This is the universal law so that we may go on living. One may say “a pretty face” but anyone who says “face” will die for having exhausted the subject.

In time the egg became the egg of a chicken. It is not. But once adopted, the surname is used. One should say “the egg of the chicken.” If people simply say “egg,” the topic is exhausted and the world goes back to being naked. An egg is the most naked thing in existence. Regarding the egg, there is always the danger that we may discover what could be termed beauty, in other words, its utter veracity. The egg’s veracity has no semblance of truth. If its beauty were to be discovered, people might try to make it rectangular. The egg is in no danger, it would not become rectangular, (Our guarantee is that it cannot and that is the egg’s great strength: its supremacy stems from the greatness of being incapable, which spreads like reluctance.) But as I was saying, the egg would not become rectangular and anyone struggling to make it rectangular would be in danger of losing his own life. And so the egg puts us at risk. Our advantage is that the egg is invisible to the vast majority of people. And as for the initiated, the initiated conceal the egg as in a freemasonry.

As for the chicken’s body, the chicken’s body is the clearest attempt to prove that the egg does not exist. Because one look at the chicken is enough to see that the egg could not possibly exist.

And what about the chicken?

The egg is the chicken’s great sacrifice. The egg is the cross the chicken bears in life. The egg is the chicken’s unattainable dream. The chicken loves the egg. She does not know that the egg truly exists. Were she to know she has an egg inside her, would she be saved? Were she to know she has an egg inside her, would she lose her function as a chicken? To be a chicken is the chicken’s only chance of surviving mentally. Survival means salvation. For it would appear that the act of living does not exist. Living ends in death. While the chicken goes on surviving. And to survive is to keep up the struggle against moral existence. This is what it means to be a chicken. The chicken always looks ill at ease.

The chicken must not know she is carrying an egg. Otherwise she might be saved as a chicken-although there is no guarantee-but at the same time she would lose her -egg in a premature birth to rid herself of that exalted ideal. Therefore she does not know. The chicken only exists on behalf of the egg. She had a mission to fulfill which she enjoyed. And this was the chicken’s undoing. Enjoyment has nothing to do with birth, to enjoy being alive is painful.

As for what came first, it was the egg that discovered the chicken would make the perfect disguise. The chicken was not even summoned. The chicken is directly chosen. She exists as in dreams. She has no sense of reality. She gets nervous because people are always interrupting her daydreams. The chicken is one great slumber. She suffers from some strange maIaise. Her strange malaise is the egg. She cannot explain: “I know the fault lies with me.” She calls her life a mistake. “I no longer know what I feel,” etc.

What ducks all day long inside the chicken is etc. etc. etc. The chicken has considerable resources of inner life. If truth be told, inner life is all she possesses. Our vision of her inner life is what we refer to as chicken. The chicken’s inner life consists of behaving as if she understood. The slightest threat of danger and she screeches her head off. All this simply to ensure that the egg does not break inside her. The egg which breaks inside the chicken has the appearance of blood.

The chicken watches the horizon.

The chicken watches the horizon. As if she were watching an egg slowly advance from the distant horizon. Apart from being a means of transport for the egg, the chicken is stupid, idle and short-sighted. How can the chicken understand herself when she is everything the egg is not? The egg is still that same egg which originated in Macedonia. But the chicken is always a recent tragedy. She is continuously being designed anew. Yet no more apt form has been found for the chicken. As my neighbor answers the telephone, he absentmindedly sketches a chicken with his pencil. But nothing can be done for the chicken: it is in her nature to be of no use to herself. And since her destiny is more important than the chicken herself and her destiny is the egg, her private life is of no interest to us.

The chicken neither recognizes the egg when it is still inside her nor when it has been laid. When the chicken sees the egg, she thinks she is confronting the impossible. And suddenly I see the egg in the kitchen and all I see there is food. I do not recognize it. My heart is beating fast. Something is changing inside me. I can no longer see the egg clearly. Apart from each individual egg, apart from the egg one eats, the egg no longer exists for me. I can no longer bring myself to believe in an egg. I find it more and more difficult to believe, I am weak and dying. Farewell. I have been looking at an egg for so long that it has hypnotized me and sent me asleep.

The chicken had no desire to sacrifice her life. She who had chosen to be “happy.” She who had failed to perceive that if she were to spend her life designing the egg inside herself like an illuminated manuscript, she would be doing all that could be expected of her. She remained true to herself. She who thought her feathers were to cover her precious skin, unaware that those feathers were only intended to lighten her burden while she carried the egg, because the chickens deep suffering might put the egg at risk. She who thought satisfaction was a gift rather than a ploy to keep her totally distracted until the egg had been formed. She who did not know that “I” is only one of the words people jot down on paper when answering the telephone, a mere attempt to find some more convenient form. She who thought that I means to possess a selfness. The chickens in greatest danger of harming the egg are those who pursue a relentless I. Their I is so persistent that they cannot pronounce the word egg. But who knows, perhaps this is precisely what the egg needs. Because if they were not so distracted and were to pay closer attention to the great life forming inside them, they might disturb the egg.

I began discussing the chicken, yet for some time now I have said nothing about the chicken. I am still talking about the egg. Only to realize that I do not understand the egg. All I understand is a broken egg: broken in the frying pan. And this is how I indirectly pledge myself to the egg’s existence. My sacrifice is to reduce myself to my inner self. I have concealed my destiny with my joys and sorrows. Like those in the convent who sweep floors and wash linen, serving without the glory of any higher office, my task is to live my joys and sorrows. It is essential that I should possess the modesty of living. In the kitchen I take one more egg and break its shell and form. And from this very moment the egg no longer exists. It is most important that I should be kept occupied and distracted. I am essentially one of those who renege. I belong to the freemasonry of those who, once having seen the egg, reject it as a form of protection. Anxious to avoid destruction, we destroy ourselves. Agents in disguise and assigned to discreet inquiries, we occasionally recognize each other. A certain manner of looking, a certain way of shaking hands, help us to recognize each other, and we call this love. Then there is no further need for disguise. Though one does not speak, one does not hear either; though one may be telling the truth, there is no further need for pretense. Love prospers, especially between a man and woman, when one is allowed to share a little more. Few people desire true love because love shakes our confidence in everything else. And few can bear to lose all their other illusions. There are some who opt for love in the belief that love will enrich their personal lives. On the contrary: love is poverty, in the end. Love is to possess nothing. Love is also the deception of what one believed to be love. And it is not a prize likely to make one conceited. Love is not a prize. It is a state conceded only to those who would otherwise contaminate the egg with their private sorrow. This does not make an honorable exception of love. It is conceded precisely to those unworthy agents who would spoil everything unless they were allowed some vague intuition.

All the agents enjoy many advantages in order to ensure the egg is formed. There is no cause for envy, because even the worst of the conditions imposed on some agents happen to be the ideal conditions for the egg. As for the satisfaction of the agents, they receive that, too, without conceit. They quietly savor any satisfaction. This is the sacrifice we make so that the egg may be formed. We have been endowed with a nature which has a considerable capacity for satisfaction, which helps to make satisfaction less painful. There are instances of agents who commit suicide: they discover that the handful of instructions at their disposal are insufficient and sense a lack of support. There was the case of the agent who publicly revealed his identity because he could not bear not to be understood, just as he found it intolerable not to be respected by others. He died after being run over as he was leaving a restaurant. There was another agent who did not even need to be eliminated: he slowly burned himself up in disgust, a disgust which overwhelmed him when he discovered that me few instructions he had been given explained nothing. Another agent was also eliminated because he thought “the truth should be spoken courageously,” and he set about searching for that truth. People say he died in the name of truth, but in fact he simply obscured truth, he was so ingenuous. His seeming courage was mere folly and his desire for loyalty was naive. He had failed to understand that loyalty is not something pure, that to be loyal is to be disloyal to all the rest. These extreme cases of death are not provoked by cruelty. There is a job to be done which one might term cosmic, and unfortunately individual cases cannot be taken into consideration. For those who succumb and become individuals, there are instructions, there is charity, there is an understanding which does not discriminate between motives-our human life, in short.

The eggs sizzle in the frying pan and, lost in a dream, I prepare breakfast. Without any sense of reality; I call the children who jump out of bed, draw up their chairs and start eating and the work of the day which has just dawned begins, with shouting and laughter and food, the white and the yolk, happiness amidst squabbles, the day is our salt and we are the salt of the day, life is quite tolerable, life occupies and distracts, life provokes laughter.

It makes me smile in my mystery. The mystery of my being which is simply a means, and not an end, has given me the most dangerous freedom of all. I am not stupid and I use it to my advantage. I even do considerable harm to others. I take advantage of the phony job they have given me to conceal my identity and–turn it into my real occupation. I have even misused the money they pay me on a daily basis to make life easier while the egg is being formed. Having changed the money on the black market, I have misused it and only recently bought shares in a brewery which has made me a rich woman. I still refer to all this as the essential modesty of living. -They have also allowed me time so that the egg may form inside me at its leisure but I have frittered away my time in illicit pleasures and sorrows, completely forgetting about the egg. That is my simplicity as a human agent.

Or is this precisely what they wanted to happen so that the egg may be formed? Is this freedom a coercion? For I am now beginning to see that every error on my part has been exploited. My grievance is that in their eyes I count for nothing, I am simply useful. With the money they pay me I have started drinking.

No one knows how you feel inside when you are hired to pretend you ate a traitor and you end up believing in your own betrayal. A job which consists of forgetting day after day. Being expected to feign dishonor. My mirror no longer reflects a face which can even be called my own. Either I am an agent or this is truly betrayal. But I sleep the sleep of the just in the knowledge that my futile existence does not impede the march of infinite rime. On the contrary: it would appear that I am expected to be utterly futile, that I should even sleep the sleep of the just. They want me occupied and distracted, by whatever means. For with my wandering thoughts and solemn foolishness I might impede what is happening inside me. Strictly speaking, I myself have only served to impede. The notion that my destiny exceeds me suggests that I might be an agent. At least, they might have allowed me to perceive as much, for I am one of those people who do a job badly unless I am allowed some insight. They made me forget what I had been allowed to perceive, but I still have this vague notion that my destiny exceeds me and that I am the instrument of their work.

In any case, I could only be the instrument because the work could never be mine. I have already tried to establish myself in my own right without success; my hand has never stopped trembling to this day. Had I insisted a Iittle more, I should have lost my health for good. Since then, after that abortive experience, I have tried to reason as follows: I have already received a great deal and they have made me every possible concession. And the agents, fat better than me, have also worked only for what they did not know. And with the same meager instructions and, like me, they were modest civil servants or otherwise. I have already received a great deal. Sometimes overcome with emotion at being so privileged yet without showing any gratitude! My heart beating with emotion, yet without understanding anything! My heart beating confidently, yet leaving me baffled.

But what about the egg? This is precisely one of their little ruses. As I was talking about the egg, I forgot about the egg. “Keep on talking. Keep on talking,” they told me. And the egg remains completely protected by all those words. “Keep on talking” is one of their guiding rules. I feel so weary.

Out of devotion to the egg I forgot about it. Forgetfulness born out of necessity. Forgetfulness born out of self-interest. For the egg is an evasion. Confronted by my possessive veneration, the egg could withdraw never to return and I should die of sorrow. But suppose the egg were to be forgotten and I were to make the sacrifice of getting on with my life and forgetting about it. Suppose the egg proved to be impossible. Then perhaps-free, delicate, without any message whatsoever for me-the egg would move through space once more and come up to the window I have always left open. And perhaps with the first light of day the egg might descend into our apartment and move serenely into the kitchen. As I illuminate it with my pallor."
https://literaturebr.wordpress.com/tag/the-egg-and-the-chicken/
PS-The original titel in Portuguese is: "The Egg and the Hen" a title I should have maintained because there are differences that affect the meaning.

[Danik 2016]

Lol! Enjoyed the Egg Poem

The art of flying

I wish I could fly
Over landscapes high
And near the sky.

But if I could fly
so high
exploring the sky
That would be a flight
so sly!

[cacian]

hey Danik I really enjoyed your take on this poem.
It is just the right amount of words and just subtly brilliant to read! :)

[tailor STATELY]

Wow ! Incredible story... did some wikipedia -

In 1975 she was invited to the First World Congress of Sorcery in Bogotá, an event which garnered wide press coverage and increased her notoriety. At the conference, her story "The Egg and the Hen", first published in The Foreign Legion, was read in English.
"The Egg and the Hen" is mysterious and does indeed have a bit of occultism. It is a difficult and profound story. That is why I think the audience, very mixed, would have been happier if I had pulled a rabbit out of my hat. Or fallen into a trance. Listen, I never did anything like that in my life. My inspiration does not come from the supernatural, but from unconscious elaboration, which comes to the surface as a kind of revelation. Moreover, I don't write in order to gratify anybody else.[29]

Enjoyed The art of flying :)

dreams - tanka

sometimes in my dreams
as infrequent as that seems
lucid skies appear
below verdant landscapes blur
I startle the birds 'round me

7/29/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Thanks cacian and tailor. On rereading the poem I found It had a distinct "cacianic" take about it.

Enjoyed "dreams", its very visual

A scene by Kusturica
A war
A wedding?
A love bed
Flying
Flying
Over the
Fields of Bosnia!
A compact of life and war!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4KHnL12Q0r4 ( A visual poem)

[tailor STATELY]

:) Enjoyed your interpretation of the video... part of a greater work. Reminded me of: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Life_Is_Beautiful

As we approach the horrors of war I hope to have the optimism portrayed.

Hoping this is nonsense:

"absolutely nothing!"

war is inevit-
able; population BOOM
to assuage conceit
and global idiocy -
where are my iodine pills ?

https://www.google.com/search?q=lds+how+to+survive+nuclear+war+in+the+cal ifornia+foothills&newwindow=1&client=opera&sxsrf=ALiCzsZBUCUBiH_O8E18ezQGnp72F8yTQg%3A1659212 536422&ei=-JLlYrawGbSqqtsP07e0-A8&ved=0ahUKEwi2jNyuuKH5AhU0lWoFHdMbDf8Q4dUDCA0&uact=5&oq=lds+how+to+survive+nuclear+war+in+the+californi a+foothills&gs_lcp=Cgdnd3Mtd2l6EAMyBwgAEEcQsAMyBwgAEEcQsAMyBwg AEEcQsAMyBwgAEEcQsAMyBwgAEEcQsAMyBwgAEEcQsAMyBwgAE EcQsAMyBwgAEEcQsANKBAhBGABKBAhGGABQ2AlY5xBg3BVoAXA BeACAAdUHiAH8DZIBAzYtMpgBAKABAcgBCMABAQ&sclient=gws-wiz

7/30/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[cacian]

much enjoyed STATELY! :)

upon a
wish floats
a mist
in all directions
it may tricks
but to a point
it flaunts
it is a breeze
to let it crease
till dawn freeze.

[tailor STATELY]

Enjoyed :) especially "upon a / wish floats / a mist"



Teacher

There once was a man who loathed to teach.
Who said, "It's time to enter the breach !"
His timing though was wonky,
As he brayed like a donkey,
You see children affected his speech.

7/31/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Enjoyed your poem cacian! Tailor, aren´t you a bit hard on the poor teacher?

[Danik 2016]

:) cacian and Tailor! Keeping the theme

The vanishing

There once was a poor teacher
He never got richer.
His life wsn´t easy
Cos he was a bit crazy
And his pupils,
oh, so lazy!

One secret day
he went away,
after his luck.

Rumor has it, that he was seen in Alexandria

[Danik 2016]

:) Enjoyed your interpretation of the video... part of a greater work. Reminded me of: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Life_Is_Beautiful

As we approach the horrors of war I hope to have the optimism portrayed.

Hoping this is nonsense:

"absolutely nothing!"

war is inevit-
able; population BOOM
to assuage conceit
and global idiocy -
where are my iodine pills ?

https://www.google.com/search?q=lds+how+to+survive+nuclear+war+in+the+cal ifornia+foothills&newwindow=1&client=opera&sxsrf=ALiCzsZBUCUBiH_O8E18ezQGnp72F8yTQg%3A1659212 536422&ei=-JLlYrawGbSqqtsP07e0-A8&ved=0ahUKEwi2jNyuuKH5AhU0lWoFHdMbDf8Q4dUDCA0&uact=5&oq=lds+how+to+survive+nuclear+war+in+the+californi a+foothills&gs_lcp=Cgdnd3Mtd2l6EAMyBwgAEEcQsAMyBwgAEEcQsAMyBwg AEEcQsAMyBwgAEEcQsAMyBwgAEEcQsAMyBwgAEEcQsAMyBwgAE EcQsAMyBwgAEEcQsANKBAhBGABKBAhGGABQ2AlY5xBg3BVoAXA BeACAAdUHiAH8DZIBAzYtMpgBAKABAcgBCMABAQ&sclient=gws-wiz

7/30/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor


:hurray: Answer with quote working!

Saw Life is Beautiful and loved it. Benigni had a very radioactive theme at hand. Today I think that for the hard current times, the film is maybe too optimistic. Still one wishes that that story might have been real.

About the Google link on atomic war:

I didn´t know if to laugh or to cry. I think our post war generation had and still has the illusion of escaping of having to follow those careful instructions. Looked what could be found about the theme in Portuguese: rather obviously some translations of US material.

[tailor STATELY]

Yeah, I still remember nightmares past resulting from "duck and cover" drills in 1960- and "living" in the Cold War Era Part-1; a time when neighbors built their own fallout shelters.


In Memorial: tailor

There once was a man named tailor
Who had calculated the local fallout scalar
While hoping not to be at ground zero,
Wishing he was a superhero,
Hoping he hadn't misplaced his inhaler.
(He did)

Fun at Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=es.smvarela.nukeblast&hl=en_US&gl=US

8/1/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[tailor STATELY]

my tinfoil hat/madness: acrostic

my tinfoil hat is worn with great pride
and by its precepts it is my guide
domicile partner "you're insane!" cried
notwithstanding I lost my bride
eclectic in my preparations I attempted, I tried
secretly preparing a shelter in which to abide
somehow to survive a nuke or alien invasion (hide!)

8/1/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Yeah, I still remember nightmares past resulting from "duck and cover" drills in 1960- and "living" in the Cold War Era Part-1; a time when neighbors built their own fallout shelters.


In Memorial: tailor

There once was a man named tailor
Who had calculated the local fallout scalar
While hoping not to be at ground zero,
Wishing he was a superhero,
Hoping he hadn't misplaced his inhaler.
(He did)

Fun at Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=es.smvarela.nukeblast&hl=en_US&gl=US

8/1/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor


Empathize with the poem but didn´t install nukeblast :devil::auto:

We say that God is Brazilian!

Q: Where are you shelters in case of war?
A: What do we need shelters for?
Q: Well, to hide in case of a nuclear conflagration.
A: A nuclear what?
Q(paciently): Conflagration! I mean if someone throws a bomb and everything goes BOOM!
A: (pensively):I see what you mean. There are no shelters. We don´t need them.
Q:Why?
A: Because such disagreeable things as BOOM don´t happen here. Only in foreign countries.
Q: But wouldn´t it be better to prevent any damage?
A: Oh, preventing damage is so boring. If really anything goes BOOM, mind I´m not saying it is going to happen for it is not, we will order the urgent building of shelters two days after with a dead line till the end of the year that can of course be extended as often as necessary. But where are you?
Q has vanished.

PS-The text is invented, the atitude not.

[Danik 2016]

my tinfoil hat/madness: acrostic

my tinfoil hat is worn with great pride
and by its precepts it is my guide
domicile partner "you're insane!" cried
notwithstanding I lost my bride
eclectic in my preparations I attempted, I tried
secretly preparing a shelter in which to abide
somehow to survive a nuke or alien invasion (hide!)

8/1/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor


Lol.:sad::auto:

A necessary acrostic

Some red on the
horizon hereabouts.
Endless attacks to Ukraine
leaving little hope.
Tried population. Trials. Tiredness
Empty talks taking time
Regrets without relief

[cacian]

despite feelings
love has meanings
it is up to
anything
that seeks
the one special
dealing
to rearrange the appealing
it ain't easy
till is breezy
gone with the wind
is leading!

[tailor STATELY]

Empathize with the poem but didn´t install nukeblast :devil::auto:

We say that God is Brazilian!

Q: Where are you shelters in case of war?
A: What do we need shelters for?
Q: Well, to hide in case of a nuclear conflagration.
A: A nuclear what?
Q(paciently): Conflagration! I mean if someone throws a bomb and everything goes BOOM!
A: (pensively):I see what you mean. There are no shelters. We don´t need them.
Q:Why?
A: Because such disagreeable things as BOOM don´t happen here. Only in foreign countries.
Q: But wouldn´t it be better to prevent any damage?
A: Oh, preventing damage is so boring. If really anything goes BOOM, mind I´m not saying it is going to happen for it is not, we will order the urgent building of shelters two days after with a dead line till the end of the year that can of course be extended as often as necessary. But where are you?
Q has vanished.

PS-The text is invented, the atitude not.

Braziliant !

[tailor STATELY]

Lol.:sad::auto:

A necessary acrostic

Some red on the
horizon hereabouts.
Endless attacks to Ukraine
leaving little hope.
Tried population. Trials. Tiredness
Empty talks taking time
Regrets without relief

Well done :)

[tailor STATELY]

despite feelings
love has meanings
it is up to
anything
that seeks
the one special
dealing
to rearrange the appealing
it ain't easy
till is breezy
gone with the wind
is leading!

Enjoyed :)

[tailor STATELY]

A Lame Limerick

There once were men who stole grapes
Fascinated by their spherical shapes
The grapes were rather juicy
And the men danced the Watusi
Laughing as they made their escapes

8/3/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[cacian]

A Lame Limerick

There once were men who stole grapes
Fascinated by their spherical shapes
The grapes were rather juicy
And the men danced the Watusi
Laughing as they made their escapes

8/3/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor


interesting piece tailor although the word Watusi is not familiar . :)

[cacian]

in time
comes the rhyme
whatever lay words
sense may not
stand rehearsed when
feelings are made
worst
best let
sound take
first
and next with a pleasure
is a musical leisure
and everything rearrange
better.

[tailor STATELY]

interesting piece tailor although the word Watusi is not familiar . :)

Thank you :) Early '60's dance primarily in the USA... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OcQQi9vbZZE
also wikipedia: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Watusi_(dance)

[tailor STATELY]

in time
comes the rhyme
whatever lay words
sense may not
stand rehearsed when
feelings are made
worst
best let
sound take
first
and next with a pleasure
is a musical leisure
and everything rearrange
better.

Loved this :) "In time / comes the rhyme"

an anonymous man named frederick

frederick was a man who like to gamble
he rather liked sardines with his scramble
though it fret with his digestion
"where is the WC ?" he would oft question
then with gangnam style he would gambol

8/10/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Loved this"In time/comes the rhyme" Lol!"Frederick!

A poem with rhyme

Once upon a time
There lived a rosy swine
Near a pine.
She whelped: nine
In their time
They all debuted on line
And were all doing fine.
But Mr Heim
Shouted nein, nein, nein

[tailor STATELY]

Totally nonsense :)


Revolution #Nein

One have she ambitious thought,
Born well the souls confine?
would have been young should
content to manage what Nine,
that the empire government;
But of mighty to spacious can

8/12/2022

A mashup of S6: L 1-4 from "To The Pious Memory Of The Accomplished young Lady Mrs. Anne Killigrew..." by John Dryden... https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44190/to-the-pious-memory-of-the-accomplished-young-lady-mrs-anne-killigrew

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Lol! A mashup indeed!

Just a small word

Definitive
Strong
Relentless
Explicit
Powerful
No
Nein
Não
Non
Niet (don´t know how to write this one).

It´s the universal denial .
But what would we do without its strength?

[tailor STATELY]

Another mashup:



Her Leaf's Grief

Her leaf's grief,
So leaf.
hold. So early gold,
Her green day. so a goes is
to an Eden hue can hour.
Then sank to subsides
Nothing to down only gold dawn flower;
But stay. Nature's leaf first to hardest

8/13/2022

A mashup of Nothing Gold Can Stay - Robert Frost... https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/nothing-gold-can-stay-by-robert-frost

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Enjoyed poem and creative mashup

Mashup of the mashup

Grief and Gold

Early grief leaves
like early leaves.
Old gold
does hold,
Eternal Flower
of Nature.

[tailor STATELY]

Enjoyed ! :)

an anonymous man named torrance

torrance was a man who liked strolling.
he found it to be so consoling.
he kept dog biscuits in his pockets,
so when dogs drew close by like rockets -
he just couldn't say no to the growling.

8/13/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[tailor STATELY]

Lol! A mashup indeed!

Just a small word

Definitive
Strong
Relentless
Explicit
Powerful
No
Nein
Não
Non
Niet (don´t know how to write this one).

It´s the universal denial .
But what would we do without its strength?

Forgot to comment on this poem... enjoyed :)

maybe nyet?: https://www.thoughtco.com/no-in-russian-4691134

Trying to incorporate the power of "no" in my life.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Simply loved the Het Link ;).
I hope still to develop this poem.

I think, to find the right measure of "no" in one´s life is an art . I often am to hard, other times to complying. But the dog poem is cute! It´s so difficult saying "no" to an animal!

An nonsensical poem

XXX wanted to write a nonsensical poem

She thought of multiple wants:
no food
no roof
no dears
no job
no money
no identity
no No.

Then shoe thought of the word sense
sense of survival
sense of being
sense of identity
sense of belonging
sense of...

But whenever she tried
to put both words together
they wouldn´t match
and flew apart.

[tailor STATELY]

Intriguing :)

True story - I was promised some blackberries and was told they'd be found in a communal refrigerator, but by the time I was able to retrieve them they had disappeared - so they were both there and not there until I opened said refrigerator I guess? It was an innocent gaff by another families' youth that caused the expectant blackberries disappearance... More promised for pick up at FHE (this time in person, lol).

schrödinger's blackberries - tanka

blackberries promised
prolly so black and juicy
sweet expectations
their rife globular bunches
were they both there and not there ?

8/15/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[tailor STATELY]

Got my blackberries :)


an anonymous man named tailor

there once was a man on the divide
who took his blackberries home with pride
they exceeded his expectations
so he put aside his lamentations
now ponders how long his fingers will remain dyed

8/16/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Oved this blackberry story in two poems. Love blackberries, but know them only as jelly.
to be turned into jelly

The blackberry
There once was a blackberry
That swore revolution
'Cos she didn´t want
to be turned into jelly.

Said the wise strawberry:
If you really want fame
You'll have to fill peoples bellies
As fruit, desserts, cakes or jellies.

[tailor STATELY]

lol... Love it :)

Word Can Poem from 8/18/2022 (lack/casualty/sail/sloven/clerk)



Lowering the Boom

‘twas a casualty of slovenliness
upon the sailboat christened “Governess”
a lackadaisical tragedy - "a bloody mess"
said the insurance clerk from Inverness
… you see the boom got lowered and swung wide
and knocked everyone overboard and quite senseless

8/18/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Googled "lowering the boom" and found scolding harshly or punishing someone. The lyric I is scolding harshly who permitted the tragedy to happen. The accident might also be a punishment, but it doesn´t say what for.

[tailor STATELY]

The universe's punishment for carelessness ? It's all nonsenses to me :) I had about 10 minutes to come up with "something" with the words pulled from our Word Can and the poem wrote itself, idiom notwithstanding... with Parker's help, of course :)

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

I see!

[tailor STATELY]

An Anonymous Man Named Fortescue

there once was a man who rocked
you could tell just by the way he walked
he was bigger than life
and as sharp as a knife
only dull whenever he talked

8/20/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Lol!

Oncing

There once
was the word "once"
it didn´t want to dance
it much preferred to bounce.

But it took in a situation
at a glance,
and it tasted of past.

[tailor STATELY]

:) Went with bounce...


my old umbrella

my old umbrella
made of green canvas fabric
with one torn panel
it is better than nothing
it bounces when I let go

8/20/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[tailor STATELY]

down the garden path went I

in my best Yoda speak, Darnay, whereby
to an ancestral home I cannot deny
where poets, and poetesses, wrote sometimes awry
then where Agatha and Elizabeth kissed the sky
I detectified and poetisized nigh
I, McGonagall, like a Ferris wheel in July
down the garden path went I
to Fawlty Towers and logic (que?), in rich supply
the answer, the reply, to whom the psalmists ally,
to the ultimate question, forwhy ?
is King Richard, the Petty, whom I decry,
if down the garden path went I

8/24/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

I see! Poem tomorrow.In the morning my head is clearer.

[tailor STATELY]

You do ? lol !

An Anonymous Man Named Tristin

there once was a man in the æther
who downloaded himself at his leisure
but he wasn't too thorough
and much to his sorrow
he failed to remember where his teeth were

8/24/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[tailor STATELY]

An Anonymous Man Named Rupert T.

Rupert T. was a man who oft walked
Anytime he became writer's blocked
He wrote for the pulps,
Which gave him the gulps, yet
There was nothing he couldn't concoct

9/3/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

My excuses to Tristin and Rupert T.

The big rumpus

Little, little Minime
and his sister Tripelte
went to see the octopus
took a big bus.

Stapledoos was on the bus,
and atacked Minime
and her sister Tripelte.
Minime and Tripelte
made a big rumpus,
until big Stpladoos
Flew out of the bus.

And that was the story
of the great rumpus
around Stapledoos
that flew out of the bus
because he atacked
Minime and Tripelte.

[tailor STATELY]

lol... cute poem :)

A Mathematician Named Gimme Five

A mathematician named Gimme Five
Who often went out for a drive
Drove a fake Lamborghini
'though he wasn't too seamy
He just couldn't help misderive

9/5/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor