"fiddlesticks" poems
My mom says "frick"
or "fiddlesticks"
even when kids aren't around.
She's holding in
some of that pure, unfiltered rage
each time a plate is dropped
or toe is stubbed.
If only she'd just shout "OH ****
she wouldn't lash out
at grandma or sob uncontrollably later.
Someone once said to me, **** you!"
and I was happy.
It means they won't ****** me in my sleep
because they expressed verbal and not physical rage.
I was happier when someone told me "go **** yourself"
because I went home and did just that.
Speaking of pleasure,
the act of *******
burns between 85-250 calories,
improves sleep & your immune system.
Google it.
I've been ******
a realization &/or learning experience
having gone broke without a way to pay rent
resulting in the lesson of moving back in with the parents.
We can get ****** up.
A couple too many tokes &/or shots of gin &/or punches to the face.
We learn the perils of excess.
In third grade, I was ****** up by a group of 6-7 kids.
I learned I never want to experience THAT
uncomfortable feeling again.
Why is **** such a bad word again?
Jul 7, 2012
Jul 7, 2012 at 11:58 AM UTC
O' Fiddlesticks, The Harbinger of Doom
Do the crows know your woe?
A sad party, a crow storm parade.
A forbidden power, a dreadful surprise.
A draining link, to the fool who tries.
A lonely puppet, forgotten pride.
A haunting fright, left inside.
You know no bounds, without a brain.
A scarecrow with wooden pegged legs.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 8:53 AM UTC
Master builder of hanging audio of the hearts,
Tapping and mapping
a
kind of music through the vocabulary of arts,
in
conducting the harmonious sound of unique violin orchestra
a crowd of fiddlesticks rima …
up… and only ups…
never downs.
Audio
Audio…
I will go…true or false.
That’s what you ask for it. If you ask me to stay, I would never say no.
Have you ever seen me on the occasion of disobeying you?
Neither yes, nor no…
Thirsty and aridity,
Words dance glamorously in the silence of the mud of bricks
You will construct the magic towers of the world gust (crust).
On the apex
Trapper of heights
you
Shaking hand for all ant size human shape creatures
In down.
I’am member among.
Time flies and melts in icy doom of the word “why”… burning agitatedly on the white eyes.
Don’t look at me.
Whatever had been shaped, like thunder of emotional burst digs …digs in insomnia of rapid nightmares
of mine.
O' liberty…
Don’t be dubious of what you are going to do, Master architecture of heavenly domes of long treatise of eloquence and good sounds.
Hissing….sooozzzing….biippping ….buzzzing….moooppping….murmers….
Claps and shouts.
Ant shaped creatures gather under the grand dome and waiting for miraculous mesmerize.
No more I am among.
Master builder of raw materials
in vivid shape of “new oregano (m).”
Time runs and I am not “going to catch a falling star.”
Time of demise.
Heavy lock on mouths. Death of both of us in constructing the luxurious roads never ended in dead end of not being honest and neither being wise.
Master designer of unique arches…domes…abstruse stairs…
Audio…audio. I will go…for you and ours.
Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 12:36 AM UTC
You and I are going to settle this score
Now that you've abandoned your special snowflake campaign
And overcome your Stockholm Syndrome
A dynasty has been created
The snowball's chance begins to take effect
The short order cook has taken a tall order
A citrus feast for a ship of marauders
To prevent scurvy
The maitre d' disarmed them at the door
And allowed them to infiltrate the dining hall
The captain sat and twiddled his thumbs while his crew cut loose
The first mate drank fire water and shot it out of his nose
The quarter master ordered some fiddlesticks served on door glass
The boatswain ordered the insemination of a cow so he could eat the cow and all of its offspring
It was his first day eating meat again
He remembered his vegan salad days
The carpenter and ****** constructed a shrine of after dinner mints
And conducted a seance to talk to their old crew mate, Black eyed Ollie
He squandered his life searching the sea for a doctor to restore his sight
They planned to revive him and allow his spirit to possess one of them
And sure enough Black eyed Ollie entered the seaman's body and they took turns controlling the fleshy vessel
Black eyed Ollie got every day of the week that ended in "Y" and the seaman got the rest
The filching crew of blighters finished their meal and went on their way
They left quite a tip
"Actions speak louder than words and money talks too
Yet talk is cheap
But time is money
So every burning second counts
Then let's freeze time
Take action and buy all the talk at whole sale price
And sell it at retail price"
So pay up man, I told you working here would be interesting
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 4:56 PM UTC
Here
Is a timely
Noun to consider
From the Merriam-Webster page.
"Trumpery."
Note (at bottom) the list of near-antonyms;
what is the opposite of trumpery?
[Popularity: Bottom 40% of words]
trumpery
noun trum·pery \ˈtrəm-p(ə-)rē\
Definition of trumpery
1
a : worthless nonsense b : trivial or useless articles : junk <a wagon loaded with household trumpery — Washington Irving>
2
archaic : ****** finery
Origin of trumpery
Middle English (Scots) trompery deceit, from Middle French, from tromper to deceive
First Known Use: 15th century
Examples of trumpery
<claims for weight-loss products that are based much more on Madison-Avenue trumpery than on bariatric science>
Related to trumpery
Synonyms
applesauce [slang], balderdash, baloney (also boloney), beans, bilge, blah (also blah-blah), blarney, blather, blatherskite, blither, bosh, bull [slang], bunk, bunkum (or ******** claptrap, codswallop [British], crapola [slang], crock, drivel, drool, fiddle, fiddle-faddle, fiddlesticks, flannel [British], flapdoodle, folderol (also falderal), folly, foolishness, fudge, garbage, guff, hogwash, hokeypokey, hokum, hoodoo, hooey, horsefeathers [slang], humbug, humbuggery, jazz, malarkey (also malarky), moonshine, muck, nerts [slang], nuts, piffle, poppycock, punk, rot, ******* senselessness, silliness, slush, stupidity, taradiddle (or tarradiddle), tommyrot, tosh, trash, nonsense, twaddle
Related Words
absurdity, asininity, fatuity, foolery, idiocy, imbecility, inaneness, inanity, insanity, kookiness, lunacy; absurdness, craziness, madness, senselessness, witlessness; hoity-toity, monkey business, monkeyshine(s), shenanigan(s), tomfoolery; gas, hot air, rigmarole (also rigamarole); double-talk, greek, hocus-pocus
Near Antonyms
levelheadedness, rationality, reasonability, reasonableness, sensibleness; common sense, horse sense, sense; discernment, judgment (or judgement), wisdom
By: Robinson Bolkum
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 6:44 PM UTC
That's
Nonsense!
That's
beans!
babble!
bunkum!
bogus!
baloney!
blither!
blather!
blah blah!
********
balderdash!
blarney!
********
That's
crapola!
claptrap!
codswallop!
That's
drivel!
That's
fiddlesticks!
flapdoodle!
frippery!
folderol!
That's
guff
garbage
gibberish!
gobbledygook!
That's
horse hockey!
hocus-pocus!
hokum!
hogwash!
humbug!
hooey!
humdrum!
That's
jibber-jabber!
jive!
jazz!
That's
malarkey!
mumbo-jumbo!
monkeyshines!
That's
Nuts!
That's
poppycock!
piffle!
prattle!
That, sir, is
******* and
RIGMAROLE!
That's
trash
tripe
and
twaddle
That, sir, is
NONSENSE!
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 7:09 PM UTC
You sound like a seashell.
You fall too fast and too hard.
I want to catch you,
but I'm full of secrets.
Closing your eyes and nodding your head.
You are a delicacy too sweet for me.
I will lick your fingers
and roll into a cave.
I am a mouse, but the bad kind.
Squeaking and stealing and running.
Your bones are light and
I will play fiddlesticks on them.
Apr 21, 2012
Apr 21, 2012 at 12:17 PM UTC
Fragile ties keep us together.
Standing on glass.
Thinking we’re stable.
Fragile hearts broken.
Lies coursing in our veins.
That’s what we get,
For surrounding ourselves with snakes.
Thought we had what it takes.
Turns out we didn’t.
Two people burdened by weights and expectations.
Had too much baggage.
So, we shouldn’t be surprised that our love plummeted.
Yet here we are.
In a hole.
Dug by our own hubris.
Fiddlesticks.
I hate being stuck in this toxic relationship.
Fragile ties keep us together.
Standing on glass.
Thinking we’re stable.
Tumbling down the hill.
Like jack and Jill.
Tumbling off the wall.
Like Humpty Dumpty.
Love as broken as those egg shells.
We can’t ever be put back together again.
Tumbling down the hill.
Like jack and Jill.
Tumbling off the wall.
Like Humpty Dumpty.
Love as broken as those egg shells.
We can’t ever be put back together again.
Fragile ties keep us together.
Standing on glass.
Thinking we’re stable.
Both being Cain’s.
To each other’s Able’s.
Fragile beings.
Not meant to be.
Hearts dried up like the desert.
Hearts fed up and bitter.
It’s a wonder how these...
Fragile ties keep us together.
As we’re standing on glass.
Thinking we’re stable
Aug 14, 2019
Aug 14, 2019 at 9:10 PM UTC
The unmoving crow
Sitting in the dark
Letting the wind blow
Eyes aglow like a burning fire
He rises ever higher
Crows gather around him
Eyes filled to the brim
Hate
The unearthly Scarecrow
With stick legs
His scyth begs, for blood
A ****** of crows follows him
Whereever he goes
Never slows
He stalks you
There is nothing you can do
Fiddles is after you.
Here he comes...
Fiddlesticks
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 12:01 AM UTC
I leave it to you with fondness.
How you used to fill it on those lazy Sundays
with fresh blooms from the neighbor's garden.
You would blame the kids from across
the street and we'd laugh
as their dad chased them around the yard
with a belt.
And when they would die, as they were wont to do,
you'd replace them with your paranoid
king's fiddlesticks.
He'd come out of the castle in a dither.
But you always convinced him
it was the handiwork of little green men
--who looked very much like
the kids from across the street.
Ah, remember the fire and how we danced?
Yes, my dearest captive
--the face that launched a thousand ships--
I leave it to you with only the warmest sentiments.
Love, Paris.
Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 3:09 PM UTC
Bouncing bubbles, thin dew stands jubilant
Atop Poppie’s vibrant, happy colour.
Poppies in summer time are in a trance,
Smiling rapturously: scarlet music!
C notes rise on a breeze, crimson follows
In a waltz, a samba- zounds, Fiddlesticks!
The garden would be desperately hollow,
Daffodils mope until crimson rhythm
Bursts spontaneous, famous elation
Ricochets, the hanging baskets fathom,
The chain braking freedom born stagnation.
Poppies will dance for the rest of their lives
And drink the sweet nectar, high as a kite.
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 4:33 AM UTC
Rudolph is stuck to the roof tiles
Father asleep on the chair
Santa is having some egg nog
Mother is doing her hair,
the children are all on the iPad
something that I never had,
all I ever got was Scalextric and
that used to drive me quite mad.
All the mince pies and the jelly
have been eaten
by those
who have eyes twice as big
as their belly
and I'm sitting here with a
tin of warm beer
watching the Queens speech
on the telly.
But it's Christmas a time for forgiving
and forgetting the giving and not getting,
so I'll sit here awhile with more beer and a smile
and wait 'til I see the
Sun setting.
Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 9:03 AM UTC
Fiddlesticks,
I want her lips!!!
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 11:09 PM UTC
Fiddlesticks, fiddlesticks
Loaded gun
Bloated *****
Riddle is
******** sink
Sleep with fishes that stink
Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 6:55 PM UTC
The company you sleep with
is the company you keep with
when the wolves are bearing down,
at the risk of boring London town
Her Majesty will wear a crown
and a full crown, not
a half a crown
because?
well fiddlesticks,
a half a crown is only two and six
and she's worth more than that.
Also, while I'm still a subject,
she rejected my invitation
to meet at Carnforth railway station
for a
'Brief Encounter'
told me she was seeing
Trevor.
I hate Trevor.
Mar 25, 2022
Mar 25, 2022 at 1:49 PM UTC
Fiddlesticks
it's Monday,
but why cry over
spilt weekends?
what goes around
tends to be circular
I don't find that peculiar
at all.
It's always the beginnings
that bother me
always the worry
that I will not be
good enough.
and the gaps are only there
as traps for the unwary
they still scare me though
even though I know about
them.
It's Monday then for
Monday men
and who is first to
stand in line
this time?
This tube train's packed
and
not all it's cracked up to be
that bothers me
too.
who would think that the start
could stink?
Monday obviously and
that bothers me.
Not even six fifteen and
I'm in the dream
can't concentrate
anymore,
too many doorways
and only one airway
no way to
escape.
I believe then and breathe then
to become like the
Monday men.
sadly
there's no other
choice.
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 1:40 AM UTC