CHANGE OF PACE

I have no idea in what year I wrote the following (it is written on an electric typewriter therefore it’s from pre-computer times!) although I do remember that one day a silly phrase came to mind and I recalled the poem “The Jabberwocky” which I had read in junior high school. I reread the poem and then proceeded to write the following over a period of about three days; then the inspiration dried up (thank goodness!) and I put my verses together in a folder and stored them away. The other day, while I was cleaning out some papers, the folder appeared, so I presume it is time to go public just for fun and to change the pace of this blog for once.

 

NO SENSE NONSENSE

 No sense nonsense is meant to produce pleasure, fun and joy. It should “dingle lightly in the ear and spraunce undaunted on the tongue”. There is no sense in trying to assign it any sense and all meanings deduced from these verses are, beyond a doubt, responsibility of the reader.

The titles of the poems speak for themselves in the sense that they usually have nothing to do with the content of the verse. For those interested in analytical interpretation, the possibilities are infinite and yet a bit more. However, the author of these creations denies, across the board, the validity of any interpretation whatsoever including the interpretation that states that the poems are uninterpretable.

Readers may now proceed at their own risk.

The Author

 I

A LONG DAY’S JOURNEY

INTO NONSENSE

 Wheezing bump long golden road

never more to gimble

come-come lets blueing

meadow in the mimble

to greener snare and wimbling dare

and wild the browning symbol

II

 EULOGY TO THE NONSENSE

OF A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S… WHATEVER

 Whistle twilldoe the yonder hill

tree-basked in purple plumes

ooze the light aforthing still

in pinks galore the daffildumes

 III

 NO SENSE IN ASKING

 Bimble bamble buff

the hand came off the cuff

the cuff had none

the job was done

bimble bamble buff

 IV

WHEN MORNING BECOMES ETCETERA

 Dill and dune bespeckled yet

in morning winkle tweeze

dafted still in greeny wet

whisked up beneath the breeze

V

 AS THE HUMMINGBIRD SIMPS

 Emerald upon the lawn green

and merry, merry sipling

so dindling a song is seen

so rare a beak is tipling

And nare a streak it would refrain

till featherspent upon the nest

all be it dusking once again

the quiet mirth dips to rest

VI

NO SENSE IN THE SUN ALSO RISING

Yellow not my battened berth

Nor a sparsely twirling

Roar the reddened dawnscape earth

Await the wafted pearling

 VII

 THE SOUND OF NONSENSE

 Come comb the mushbloom woods

whilst dawn is still aflaming

and wassing mist

does yet insist

the greenbranch all acclaiming

 VIII

STICKS AND STONES ARE NONSENSE

ALL THE REST IS BS

Of flint stone thought the wildly word

would worble ever near

and spraunce it might, with great delight

to dingle in the ear

IX

NONSENSE NEVER FLOWS

UNDER THE SAME BRIDGE TWICE

While on its way

it’s need to say

the water tends to winder*

whifting past

blue boulderfast

never more to hinder*

                                                      *Pronounce with long “i”.

 X

 MIND THY OWN NONSENSE

 Dandle dipping does not dare

dusk the drewy dears

or cramble carefor through the mare

of softly shifting tiers

XI

DIAL “N” FOR NONSENSE

Hark ye yonder mushbloom

whiting in the dawn

cap all dortled blackdoom

to unsuspecting fawn

XII

THEY COULD HAVE NONSENSED ALL NIGHT

Chortling charm he wamfled cross the floor

and slimped the dainty damsel off her feet

all mumsy tripped she atween his alore

and danzled they

the night a whey

from crepuscule to sunbeat

__________________________

 And, having said this, I off myself to Madrid for a few days visit.

 

2 thoughts on “CHANGE OF PACE

  1. Love it! What a relief from serious sense. Sure Lewis C. wont mind, aka Charles Lutwidge Dodgson of all the stodgy names.

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