"piffle" poems
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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?
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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
In the hospital room I sat on a couch,
In wait for doctor to arrive,
And give his verdict on the disease
From which I suffer;
With which I now survive.
After four scores of life and one,
I sleep on a bed,
With a tray at my side and a chart above my head
Escorted by a nurse and the intravenous bottle,
In store to be operated upon.
The hospital is a beehive,
Doctor instructs and nurses drive.
And patients ebb and patients flow:
Some on wheel chairs as quiet as a model,
Some dripping liquids with a noisy sniffle,
Some heal up, others strive;
And many lugubrious but continue to piffle.
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 3:19 PM UTC
Meteors compared to falling stars,
the fire flung by pacific angels
against evil spirits when they
approach creation and
annihilation covered by smoke
to near the gates of Heaven;
The casuistic piffle of laughter
and fears the mussiness of
demons detached from
Gods creation according
to their newly venal
violent nature; devotees
for material benefit.
The enjoyers of sacrifice,
the renaissance passion
of faithfullness- the highest
occupational work as chosen
souls of the book of faith
made of eternity are
drawn like water from a well;
verities senescence, fidelities
essence of everything
troth superior to renunciation
via hermetic knowledge and
sense control onus of
life's attachment.
ELEETE J MUIR
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 12:36 PM UTC
A Lackadaisy
Stealing
Fictional reasons to ignore the blooming summer
A Lackadaisy
Stealing
Hazy shades of you become shreds of consuming hunger
You've written me a note
Though you're flattered at most
In memorandums, words seem to choke
I want to die, I want to cry with my eyes shut
The process is just a big spin of a wheel with no control
Once a kiss becomes a piffle
Once a **** becomes so little
Your hair will turn into clearest blue when under water
You'll alter, you'll alter
You can be my finishing touch, come hell or high water
Overwhelmed with pride no matter where you go
You'll be choking highways with your soul sold
Smiles etched so deeply on your face of gold
Homegrown, hiding the truth in rotten smoke
Advanced apathy has shrunken and rode to a new road
Drag yourself for hours to a whole different hope
My only path is an everlasting rope
All of the machine hearts kicked to me
To make my steel skin show its attached bones
Pick up your pen and scribble down a suicide note
Pick up your soul and forgive me for the tone
Where I'm going to, you can't ever bemoan
Conversations we had before are gone and can't be condoned
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 11:58 AM UTC
In the hospital room I sat on a couch,
In wait for doctor to arrive,
And give his verdict on the disease
From which I suffer;
With which I now survive.
After four scores of life and one,
I sleep on a bed,
With a tray at my side and a chart above my head
Escorted by a nurse and the intravenous bottle,
In store to be operated upon.
The hospital is a beehive,
Doctor instructs and nurses drive.
And patients ebb and patients flow:
Some on wheel chairs as quiet as a model,
Some dripping liquids with a noisy sniffle,
Some heal up, others strive;
And many lugubrious but continue to piffle.
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 6:38 PM UTC
Galoot galoof galore
Open the magic door
Tell me
what you know laddy
Piffle twaddle dee dum
Take a good
look at me
Crambazzle and hobbledehoy
We made a magic boy
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 10:20 PM UTC
It was the glen of jabberwocky,
Deep within the twaddle mire.
The gobbledygook was being spewed
By the grand codswallop,
The tripe was drivel
And all manner of blethered haver
Did most piffle & bosh.
The great imperial hooey of guff-phooey
Visited with bunk,
There was to be a festivity of the tommyrot;
On the morrow we would dribble bull
Till the cobblers called tosh, **** cod,
And said their applesauce.
No malarkey here crosses their fingers,
For all the liars have bellywash
And work the flapdoodle with bunkum & bushwa.
All the poppycocks we laid out
For the celebration of the gibberish,
When mumbo jumbo hung a more,
Low & long.
On the fens of the balderdash,
At the mouth of the babble,
We sang the song of argle-bargle
By our native tongue jargon.
It was first rate flummery
By the standards of the order of palaver,
The prime wheedlers of gab & fanster.
Mar 1, 2025
Mar 1, 2025 at 10:01 AM UTC
Poem To Stop The War
( a laureates decree )
“ Pen a peace and stop the war “
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Request denied, my integrity
would be compromised by such
a contribution, because I was not
summoned to compose one for Iraq.
Besides, death is the ultimate
democracy, as not all are fortunate
enough to be born, but those of us
who were, get the opportunity to die.
The problem is, not at the same time.
Everyone has an axe to grind with
the colonisers and sure what could
sweeter than to see the great powers
annihilate themselves, everyone loves
fireworks, we missed 1666 in London.
Russell Brand said he doesn’t want
to see a nuclear escalation because
he has children, piffle I say, that is
like a woman pushing a pram
out on to the street to halt traffic.
The earth shows up those of value
and those who are good for nothing,
besides, if you believe in God there's
nothing to fear and the evolutionists
don’t mind a bit of it either, so no, I
refuse to write an anti war poem.
Jan 22, 2023
Jan 22, 2023 at 3:10 AM UTC
galoot galoof galore
open the magic door
tell me
what you know laddy
piffle twiddle dee dum
take a good look at me
crambazzle and hobbledehoy
well well well
we made a magic boy
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 4:32 AM UTC