Gibberish Poems - Poems about Gibberish

What is that gizmo on your head? Little doodad his son quickly said Is it a whatchamacallit or a rinky dink? Whatever you want Daddy, whatever you think. The pool-side aliens who had been listening were trying to decipher Words that made no sense, like vacuum, dust, and diaper Gizmo? Doodad? Rinky Dink? Do we have the right planet, do you think? Let’s...

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"SPIRITED GIBBERISH" Curtained eyes droop, closing, cleansing, visions. Feathering sunlight. Splintering waked-vivid lashes dreaming of the day. Eyes concealing retreat from here, to there, to what once was, weightless pestilence, plumy blights. Wind-born, am I, are you, are they? They are all, that is, this day, until then. The here-after, the eternal, evermore, ceasing to end....

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"Spirited Gibberish" Curtained eyes droop, closing, cleansing, visions. Feathering sunlight. Splintering waked-vivid lashes dreaming of the day. Eyes concealing retreat from here, to there, to what once was, weightless pestilence, plumy blights. Wind-born, am I, are you, are they. They are all, that is, this day, until then. The here-after, the eternal, evermore, ceasing...

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you pen poetry in a foreign dialect without translation without rhyme without reason it is gibberish to me...

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Reduced to nonsense and gibberish Unable to think; the brain’s gone squish Dissolved into a puddle of drool A muttering, stuttering dazed old fool. Diminished capacity all can see Sadly, not Biden, I’m talking ‘bout me....

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Here I go again, laying my head, on the line, how droll As I rummage around for any last bits of my sorry soul With the now vacant space my thoughts can roam free But, no one is listening, so with silence, I cannot agree Are not my thoughts not just voices, so I am not alone The walls of...

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Her jabberwocky gibberish angered me My irritation became mammoth disproportioned She ignores all facts Picking and choosing who to believe Making up new “alternative facts” Endorsing and quoting an entertainment channel Which should be sued for using the word news...

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Ofttimes yours truly assiduously tries to adlib, but blubbers like a landlubber at sea treading water donned with bib (that doubles as yellow spongy bobbing life jacket) furiously doing doggy paddle riding the next tidal wave hoop fully washing me ashore to crib if need be to dig an underwater channel painstakingly slow drabs and drib. The English language I simply adore though offtimes methinks waxing...

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Pointedly poignant points portend pointillism. Pontiffs pontificate pointless pointers ponderously. Pompous poems populate Pompei pottery potently. Porous *********** portrays Portuguese porta potties. Poppies pop Popeye’s popular popcorn. Populist populism pots ponies properly. Blithering blather blots bloody bleeping blips. Bloomberg blogs bleach bleating bloated blinks. Bluebloods bloom black blackberry bloopers. Bluetooth blizzards blame blurry blackboards. Blithe blighted bladders blatantly block blades. Blazing blasts bleed blooming blenders. Fumbling...

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The human mind is a strange thing, fragile yet complex. For some it shatters at the slightest problem and for others it never shatters. Some learn the trick to avoid depression, anxiety and stress and other spend a lifetime struggling with it. Some have a hard time moving with life and other struggle with life...

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Gibberish Gibberish Gibberish My head is filled with gibberish Habbulu Babbulu Shabbulu Can’t someone stop me from babbling? Hippity Giffity Biggity My head is spinning three sixty Hottolly Pottolly Nottolly I’m losing my mind totally By Sylvia Chika sylviachika@gmail.com http://sylviachika.blogspot.com/ http://sylviachika.wordpress.com/ https://www.facebook.com/sylviachikablog Instagram: @sylviachikawrites Twitter:@sylviaoz © 2019 Sylvia Chika ...

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I eavesdrop on chatty breezes whispering words of gibberish; amidst the sound of rustling leaves. For setting the leaves aflutter, they garner secrets from the trees, decoding subtle sighs and heaves. Autumn creates a fairyland, with the assistance of Jack Frost; inking changing leaves in the park. Rays of sunlight freckle the ground; playing tag with shifting shadows cast by naked twigs looking stark. Strolling through Fall's...

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I went fishing with two witches Out in my new boat There was me, the witches Two black cats, and a little pygmy goat We sat out on the water The small odd group and me And in the first few hours Not one fish did we see The witches looked on skyward Grabbed hands to cast a spell They said that this worked wonders And...

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If a fish Could make a wish for what would this fish wish ? a wishing fish you say, tosh tish but if you were a wishing fish would you wish for a new dish ? or a knish ? what would a fish do with a dish ? and how would he eat a knish ? but if you knew a wishing fish exactly what would this fish wish? If you saw a...

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This guy prides himself in speaking gibberish Multilingual, proud along with my limericks Went to Benny Hill school For underdeveloped fools Passed with flying colours, ended up the class validick...

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