"reasonableness" poems
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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
Otis told me about this cool
brand new swanky dance hall place,
said it was full of pretty-lookers
with baby doll faces
not the sleazebag rough
hooker-types, the scary kind.
So I pulled on my best blue jeans,
scooped on a little dab of gel and
checked myself out in the mirror.
I thought, man you look swell,
somebody might say, you're fine
and with those thoughts,
I stepped out
headed on down to the party club,
hoping someone would notice me, too.
I walked on over to the servery,
to sample some dip and savories,
out of the corner of my eye
I saw a pretty little babe,
she sashayed across the dance hall,
to make herself known to me.
In an instant, there was electricity,
we got to talking about how nice,
it would be, to get together
more regularly.
I knew there and then,
we were going to be real close friends,
she oozed class and she had me rapt,
my heart beat climbed high,
like, I'd scored a drop dead gorgeous
piece of sugar pie.
I thought yeah!
She'd be the ideal girl for me.
And she would be,
if she could dance the Watusi
she'd be fine with me.
Well, I'm not one
to beat around the bush,
I cut to the quick,
so I sauntered right up to her
and in my smoothest Southern drawl
asked the lil' darling,
"Sweet Darling would you like
a cup of Chardonnay?"
And she, in the most playful way,
smiled coyly and replied,
"Why Mister, surely I would,
I can't resist a fine wine!"
As we sipped on the wine,
there was a warming glow
between us two, we were starting
to cog, like in sync watches.
I thought to myself, I can play
a part, in her every dream,
my lil' darling and I dancing,
to the beat of a lava stream.
We took to the dance hall floor,
expressing our close body simmer,
the Watusi sounds,
had us all a glimmer.
Then we pulled closer,
the gravity was electric,
a sacred feeling,
I could feel between my hips
and she,
she had a primordial fragrance,
I could smell beneath her
fashionable clothes.
Reasonableness was fading
quickly with the pace,
I held her face
and we fell
into another dimension.
A flow of passion ignited,
there was no containing,
the flare,
our lips burnt with an excited
and intoxicating fervor,
our skin to skin contact,
was like an ember.
Eros, had my sugar pie and I
in mind,
when he wrote the script,
to the sensual Watusi bind.
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 8:04 AM UTC
Never had I seen such beauty like yours,
Such a worthwhile smile that shapes me like a file.
Never had I seen such wit as yours,
Such a rightful judge to the cruel misrule.
Never had I seen such persona, with playfulness, reasonableness, uprightness, and inquisitiveness.
Never had I seen perfection, the quintessential condensation of all great characterization, in balance with my imperfection.
Yet it is only wise to appreciate you with my eyes, as my body is apprehended by the past, the future, the time, and the agony.
The life I've experienced has taught me that love is futile, served with sadness and unhappiness and dolefulness with a side of temporary blissfulness.
The idea of success impedes me from obtaining happiness, from settling for ‘less’ and portray a smile nevertheless.
Warped by expectation, limitation, and exploitation, time isn't sufficient to provide you with my fixation, affectation, and ministration.
Sustainability I cannot devise for when I witness your brown eyes, brown like earth, which with the kiss of rain and the seed of love can allow the flourish of life and euphoria never dreamed of.
My heart accelerates uncontrollably, approaching me to a heart attack of which I'm never coming back.
I suffocate as you leave me breathless, yet you suppress my stress and hopelessness.
I so wish to warm your hand while wrapping around your arm.
I so wish to embrace you in my arms and promise you safety for eternity.
I so wish to feel your lips and your hips, never letting go until the last grasp of my fingertips.
I so wish to stare at the stars to your side, while I admire your eyes, hoping that our love never dies.
But being with you is an impossibility, in addition to an atrocity.
Separated by time, a history, and personalities, war would form and never end in peace,
For my peasantry doesn't deserve your royalty,
For my filthiness shan't nudge your pureness,
For my darkness can't cohere with your brightness.
I'd be put to trial for the exile of your smile, the most intact of the wonders of the world that would now be purled.
I wish I could love you but never will I deserve you,
Never will we be together, for we would be an incompatible tether.
I wish I could be with you but it is true that we are through,
Never shall our past be repeated, for it won't be greeted, but rather maltreated.
I wish I could but I've understood from our childhood where I stood and where I stand,
Never will I know, if I were… with you, know where it would lead to.
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 9:52 PM UTC
reasonably
we go "forward" and "toward"
we master our curiosity
and become "real"
we love or hate obama
as we should
--------
counting pennies
(it all adds up)
reasonableness
an honorable quality
forward and toward
the goal ahead
-------------
soon we shall all be dead
and won't have to feel no more
Jun 15, 2011
Jun 15, 2011 at 11:18 AM UTC
reasonably
we go "forward" and "toward"
we master our curiosity
and become "real"
we love or hate obama
as we should
--------
counting pennies
(it all adds up)
reasonableness
an honorable quality
forward and toward
the goal ahead
-------------
soon we shall all be dead
and won't have to feel no more
Jun 15, 2011
Jun 15, 2011 at 11:18 AM UTC
reasonably
we go "forward" and "toward"
we master our curiosity
and become "real"
we love or hate obama
as we should
--------
counting pennies
(it all adds up)
reasonableness
an honorable quality
forward and toward
the goal ahead
-------------
soon we shall all be dead
and won't have to feel no more
Jun 15, 2011
Jun 15, 2011 at 11:18 AM UTC
I come as a godhead
A bright individual
Taught from the streets
Of light and darkness
There I roam once again
Beaten into reasonableness
Submission cracked me wide open
The light is in the madness
The darkness is in the light
I come to stand strong
Not be broken down
Left my home many times
Started over from the beginning
Oh well, it's a new day
I come not to stand in the way
But let my words show kindness
Until it's time not to be kind
Rather throw my fist and knock
The crap out of the person who offends
I come riding a lightning bolt
Into your freakin' mind
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 12:38 AM UTC
Sleepless nights
Spellbound feelings
Awakened I'm
Waiting for you
Sometimes in bed
Sometimes on road
Reasonableness searching
A medical shop
To get some
Sleeping pills
How far I would bear?
It's too much
Now!I've to rest.
Is there anyone?
Can anyone listen to me?
So,please bring for me
Some sleeping pills
I need it urgently
I can't be more
With this nightmare
I won't be more
Live for you
Now,I want to sleep
Please,let me.........-Written on 17.09.2012
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 3:06 PM UTC
-there is gil and his
angel dust
from one seraphim to
another-peut-etre!?
(that is horse tranquilizer)
before tea at three and the news
our resident muse
will read a poem from his/
her selected verse
now available at books etc
on the high street
priced 12.99-somethin for
halloween, i believe..?!
the monsters are about!?
circling around..
what do they want?
-we ask the questions!
(they shout..)
blood ******* vamps
evil made of man-
o men..
you want ******* this?
OR that?
your choice..
hedgehogs
little boys
little girls
in disguise
death lives
a-knocking at the door
give us more..
or else..
mad eyed wolf
black or white
reasonableness..
yes,thankyou,and
one more perhaps
will takes us to the
news and weather
(try not to swear,dear..)
lily..
Oct 25, 2023
Oct 25, 2023 at 5:26 AM UTC