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The Prillee and the Crat: a first attempt at nonsense poetry

The blothee alights

On a whitsy frerre

And moffles the growming

Of sprautan air

The pillee perks up

Its soshine nim

And lolling, it mlaps

But only catches frim

“Why mloppeth thou?”

Asks a weering crat

“‘tis but a frithing-bloth,

Even mewkers know that!”

“A flotless act,

I will addurnze,

But it brilleth swinj”

The pillee returns.

“For swinj thou wouldst caroole?”

The crat lammocks,

“When thou could be pillowing nables

Or darcing zocks?”

“What’s the point?”

Asks the pillee, with a grewning eye

And to that, the crat found

It could not reply.

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The night is young yet there's far to go The curtain's closed but not the show The party's done though I wish I stayed And now I rest on a bed unmade Chores not yet done must be put away And so extends my waking day The sun has set but the clocks tick on Will I even sleep ere the break of dawn

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I want to go out Yet I huddle inside Because out is not merely out of this room Out of this building Or under the sky Because how can I feel the sun on my face with all these buildings blocking it? How can I dance in an open meadow when the green is cut through with grey and brown? I cannot escape So I huddle deeper in Covering my skin and my eyes So that they cannot see me cry Tears blue as the sky I cannot see

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The cold morning light

Spills through the half-shaded window

Washing out the colors on my bed

Casting the room in pale shades

Of the day to come

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Spring sprints by

Both beginnings and ends

Flowers bursting with pollen

School’s out! So long, friends

Summer is selfish

Full of bikinis and tans

Vacations for those who afford it

Sweaty work for those who can’t

Autumn is awesome

Fruit to harvest, leaves to fall

Stories and scares to entertain us

Cornucopias to welcome all

Winter is warm

Paradoxical, yes, I know

Our spirit lights a fire inside

All is wrapped in a blanket of snow

The seasons keep cycling

And I think my favorite is clear

But in every month and day and minute,

I try to enjoy what’s already here.

#these are just my takes on the seasons #so if you disagree with them #fukkin write your own poem bro!#genuinely I would love to see others write a poem like this #poetry #my writing #could sew them together into one long poem about the ups and downs of each season

Prompt by @thepromptfoundry. Plain text in image description.

#poetry #my writing #juxtaposition july

Prompt by @thepromptfoundry. Plain text in image description.

#poetry #my writing #juxtaposition july

Prompt by @thepromptfoundry. Plain text in image description.

#poetry #my writing #juxtaposition july

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I think my latest poem is going to be my last for Juxtaposition July. It’s becoming harder and harder to write a poem each day. I made it further than I expected, honestly, so I’m proud of myself, even if I didn’t make it as far as I’d hoped.

I’m gonna keep checking the prompts, and if any spark a poetic idea, I’ll definitely post the result, but for now…

Good night.

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On the other hand, the self-loathing over not being able to reach my goals can just… prompt a new poem out of me. So uh… guess there’ll be a new poem here on Sunday after all.

#not tomorrow though #thought myself in circles about that one

I think my latest poem is going to be my last for Juxtaposition July. It’s becoming harder and harder to write a poem each day. I made it further than I expected, honestly, so I’m proud of myself, even if I didn’t make it as far as I’d hoped.

I’m gonna keep checking the prompts, and if any spark a poetic idea, I’ll definitely post the result, but for now…

Good night.

#juxtaposition july