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IISZ 2018 Challenge #7
There are poems with letter-groupings that are probably nonsense but are used
in a way that makes you unsure... maybe they're just words you don't know...
there are certainly enough of those.
Lewis Carroll’s famous Jabberwocky certainly seems to have lots, but a few
were actual words and others have become ones since:
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
... etc.
So the challenge is to write a poem or prose that uses 2 (and hopefully more)
letter-groupings that are probably nonsense but either seem to make sense
or are, what the hell, just ridiculously bizarre.
Extra points for slipping in a real word that's obscure enough to fool us in reverse.
(Tip on making it easier to come up with the non-word, letter-groupings:
Take a real word that fits your poem, look it up here in Thesaurus.com,
and combine the front and back of two of its likely-looking synonyms.)
And, as always:
- You can write and post as many entries as you want.
- Comments are loved, encouraged, and have magical healing powers.
--> Challenge #8 will now be posted on Saturday, February 3rd.
IISZ Team:
rayheinrich: Head Chief Executive Head ( HCEH )
lizzie: Senior Executive Vice President for Creativity and Chaos ( VPCC )
quixilated: Executive Vice President for Narratives and Perplexity ( VPNP )
vagabond: Executive Vice President for Quonundra and Qwertyness ( VPQQ )
a brightly colored fungus that grows in bark inclusions
A gnome stood on the burning dreck
whence all but he had lightly scarped;
his memisum had lost its feck
while dread agnosia’s tremens harped.
O! Silicone, oh silisphere,
oh silipolygon of woe—
to stand complicent, void of fear,
where scented agnels dared not go!
His nose of gnome, once pregrammed to
detect faint clues of winch or wench,
still blastered what had launched his crew:
dreck’s burning, eyeful, viscous stench.
But our poor gnome, connections gone,
addressitable inaccessed,
could not interpret dreckish flawn
with standrads he had once possessed.
He snuffed: his nose began to bleed,
he felt the wet, he saw the flood...
but smitting with agnosia freed
him of all flightful fears of blood.
His nose fell off, and then his head;
his eyes looked up and skoaled the sky
disunderstanding he was dead,
agnosiac, too gnum to die.
Playdos ripublik tot me
evry thing I no abowt
reeding and tharefor writing.
Prizun chainjez a person,
Every day was a lesun.
Quiet time wen not fighting.
Learn until they let me out,
to intellectually defend the black panther party.
02-01-2018, 03:50 AM (This post was last modified: 02-01-2018, 05:13 AM by Todd.)
You Cry Them Nymph Yarns
Don’t provise me of mirlish pitpats,
or jack-o’-gourd hackbabs.
I am no relbers-bristuft plebe
crint from the fleltling.
Who peep the brin,
but not the ivories.
For the openmost quinary zenoch
of my snoopor,
your enunciators were cognate
the munchpate
of rodsels roop my chaise,
the cravishment of murkshade
that every cubtot fathoms
so like nightworms:
so rimsleet, so malsilver-pecked.
I have seen the kilnheat inside
your bonfection cubby pad,
frisk my cavisera puffish
with the fruitination of this pulchritude.
You scrapernate your ribbon light on puff fancies,
these shadow scrapings on my wall.
There are no glad ends.
Your soft wrappings
are the puncture
the prick
of my spreder,
the dripping
on my gowntog.
nibbed, there´s nothing wrong with either of your answers i think, to the contrary (and squeezing out needed things is always a good thing). "soon to end mirth" is a clever line.
todd, i think i really like the nymph yarns, though i probably lack the vocabulary to recognize some of the originals/ similes.
tiger: conflinching .. this should be a real word. oh, wait, it is now : )
(i bought the woodpecker, to read at some point later)
a
himn
we sang
hallelulaud
kneel to implord
praise the olde min
hands crapple a cross
wonfusion as bells reserberate
but also peacidity with every
aman
Pshat Pixat Pixar
books you barely have to read into
Remez hints here and there from those flat animations
from the ancient drawings and songs and narratives of
our most holy patriarchs, the great WHaolDt
rat-faced Noach of this new world, this new generation,
to the new generation, Yesod Princess and Hesed Frog
Drush, sermons of
Dan rBush-CkLey
on the hidden workings
of Babylon, America:
The Winter Soldier?
Jeremiah fulfilled.
Thor: Ragnarok?
Maccabees, hammer of G-d,
tempering a new generation, a glorious generation
to shovel out the way of our L-rd,
his Secret way, Star war
thOse hOly and undying series of mOvies,
D' Pirates of the Caribbean
and
deep within them
the simulacrum
of eternity,
of Infinity,
Sod Sh'b'Sod
"for the kingdom of G-d belongs to such as these"
What follows must go unsaid,
What follows is well and truly
Evident
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