Poppycock (A Poem)

Here I am, bamboozled* again
Can’t write a word, which is a real pain
I’ve been thinking a lot but getting nowhere
So frustrating when I wanted to share

Not been that long since I was last in this place
Embarrassed, I’m dumb with a frown on my face
Why am I writing this meaningless rhyme?
Watching the clock as it ticks away time

Perhaps, I’d be better to take a short break
A mug of tea and a piece of fruit cake
Waiting patiently for my muse to appear
D’you think I should call out an engineer?

Maybe, I should consult the town’s quack*
It won’t take me long to get there and back
Will he give me a pep talk or give me a drug?
Don’t know what to do, as my shoulders shrug

Why, when this happens, do I feel such shame
As eventually, I produce something again
Whether it’s worthy or whether its trash
I wonder if it’s just balderdash*

Dare I say yet again; I’ve got writer’s block
It’s happened before; writing poppycock*
Why is it so tough to be a good writer?
I refuse to give up; I’m known as a fighter.

*bamboozled – a slang word for puzzled, confused

*quack – a slang word for doctor

*balderdash – a slang word for rubbish

*poppycock – a slang word for nonsense

Photo by 傅甬 华 on Unsplash

Author: Ellie Thompson

Writing my memoirs, musings, a little fiction and a lot of poetry as a way of exploring and making the most of my life ... ... Having had a break from writing my blog for more than three years, I decided to return to write my memoirs, some day-to-day observations, views and feelings. My passion is non-fiction poetry. I have a disability and use an electric powerchair called Alfie and let nothing get in the way of living life to the full. I believe that you can never do a kindness too soon and should give credit where credit is due. A smile or a kind word could make the difference between a good or bad day for a person - we never know what's going on for another soul. Those little things, perhaps, practised daily like a mantra, could mean so much to someone else. Thank you for visiting my blog and reading a little more about me. Please, make yourself at home here. You are very welcome. Ellie x 😊

52 thoughts on “Poppycock (A Poem)”

    1. Thanks very much, Dwain. I’m glad it made you laugh and you enjoyed the humour. It started off as a serious, frustrated poem, but as I wrote it, I though what the heck; life’s too short 😁. Xx P.S. Thank you for your email – I will reply soon – I’ve just been so madly busy lately – probably need to slow down a bit 🙃. 💜💙💜

      1. Hah! I’m SO glad you just “went with it” and it eclipsed into a sort of… umm, excuse my reference, but… an OH EFF-IT already writing session! 😄 It eventually was a huge grin/laugh reading for me. Thank you Ellie. 😉

        P.S. No rush on an email reply. We both seem to be very very busy. Completely get it. By the way, stumbled across this wonderfully great song by a popular German band my “Tribe,” my people-of-weirdness thoroughly enjoy. Camouflage. Thought you might enjoy its uplifting music and lyrics. Here’s my own link to it:


        1. Thanks for ‘getting it’, Dwain. I’m so glad it gave you a laugh. And yes, there was a touch of OH EFF-IT in there 😁. I didn’t realise that when I began to write this morning, but the more I wrote, the more it became evident. You might be amused if you take another look at this post, if you can, as I’ve changed the image to something more appropriate for the style it turned out to be lol 😂. One very frustrated cat – I shall say no more!

          Thanks for understanding about the email. I am looking forward to replying to it as soon as I can, but I appreciate that we’re both very busy these days. I loved the song and the lyrics, too, thank you. Very uplifting and ideal for today. Xx 😊💓💕

  1. Ellie, can you send some of that writer’s block over here. Sometimes these little alleyways we are taken down come out into wonderful streets. Enjoyed this. Keep the pen flowing.

    1. I’ll do my best, Davy. I’ll send it by airmail, shall I!? 😁. I’m so glad you enjoyed it. I enjoyed writing it in the end. I’d love to spend all my days writing, but life sort of gets in the way

    1. Thank you, Margaret. It’s kind of you to say so. I’m glad it made you smile. Funnily enough, Mick Canning commented that I managed to write something, even though I had writer’s block. I said that my pen leaked the words and as you say, they just flowed out. No idea where they came from, really! 🙃

  2. You may not be writing what you “think” you should be writing, but you are writing, and doing it quite well. Just keep on writing poppycock, and all that balderdash will burgeon into flowers in no time.

    1. Thanks very much, J. I always value your opinion. I had no idea what was going to come out, if anything, yesterday. I love the idea of the poppycock and balderdash blossoming into flowers at some point.

      I’m also trying to do some serious research to enable to get me to write accurately about the time following my recent story, The Birthday. I’d like to get that started soon before people forget parts 1, 2, and 3. There aren’t enough hours in the day sometimes. 💚💛💚

  3. Seems sometimes there are things that truly come out of the nothingness we get directly from having writer’s block! Fantastic & witty. This is the good stuff.

    Thanks for sharing!! 💚

    1. Thank you so much, Stoner Gypsy. I’m glad you enjoyed my poem. I enjoyed writing it, too. I had no idea what I was going to write when I began, but the words seemed to leak out of my pen! I very much appreciate your visit to my blog today 😊💕

  4. The mug of tea and piece of fruit cake, as well as the glossary indicate that you are, like me, British. Thought so, from other posts of yours I have been reading. It is-a long time since i lived in Blighty, and through this post, i send greetings from Lima Peru……yes in the park near to where I live there is-a statue of Paddington Bear, given to the people of Lima from the British Embassy! Saludos!

    1. Thank you for this lovely reply, Bronlima. You are right; I’m British through and through, although my ancestors are all Eastern European. How long have you been in Lima, Peru and what made you move so far away? I had no idea there was a statue of Paddington Bear over there. How lovely. Thanks again for reading my post, and others of mine. I really appreciate you taking the time to do that. Have a great day x 😊.

      1. Thanks for your reply. When I was 24, I quit my teaching post and set off to unknown destinies with no time limits. I started my travels in Ecuador but then came to Lima, where I (in a good way) I got stuck. Although coming back to England for a couple of years, I just had to return, and here I am, still here so many years after. When you travel with no plan ….. anything can happen! Here is a link to my mate, Paddinton! https://photos.app.goo.gl/ETob1mSiY9W2aecy5

        1. How lovely to have travelled like that, Bronlima. I’m glad you are so happy in the place you landed up in. Do you have family in England? I have two sisters over here and one in Australia. I haven’t seen her for years, and I know I couldn’t travel that far alone. Still, she’s been out there for about thirty years, so we’re used to chatting on Messenger. I like to think she’ll come over again sometime, but as things stand, it’s unlikely. Believe it or not, I haven’t travelled anywhere at all, but I’m very content where I am, which is just as well. Thanks so much for the Paddington Bear link. Isn’t he fabulous!? I love that he’s got a Union Jack coat. I’ve never seen him wearing one over here. Thanks again 😊.

          1. Hi, Geoff. It must be nice to have one of your daughters living near you, and I’m glad your other daughter has visited you recently. I know Fulham a bit. I grew up in London, although I was more towards the north east. I’m glad you are preparing a post about how you got to be in Lima. I’ll look forward to that. In the meantime, I will take a listen to your song about your much-loved Lima. Thank you for sharing the link with me. Have a great day/evening/night 😊.

  5.     I like how you’ve managed to find clever rhymes. And the stanza blocks work well. I like all the Jabberwocky.
        Etymologists always seem to fool me when I’m trying to conjure up words. I thought booze might help but bam! I’ve been fooled again. It’s just that Middle Dutch būsen ‘drink to excess’ that’s run away with the booze of calm, but a good strudel can be satisfying for a pause though it comes from the German “whirlpool” for the swirling layers.
        Fruit cake is good too. I like how you rhyme it with break. Engineering a poem it’s true can be a very difficult task without a muse. Muses can be annoying when they disappear. Definitely not amusing. What is she doing anyway. A Muse doesn’t need to eat strudel.
        I thought they said that the doodle is mightier than the sword, and cutting strudel with a sword is dangerous anyway. I think it’s easier to just tear a strudel heart apart without tears.
        Ut oh, I think I understand now. The Muse is with the Quack. So maybe it’s OK to take the balderdash scrap notes out to the trash. Maybe the garbage man will enjoy reading it when he comes to collect it.
        You’ve got a good knack for the poppycock block.

    1. Thank you for such a wonderfully interesting comment, Doug. I’m so glad you liked my poem, even though much of it is indeed Jabberwocky. And thank you for following my blog, too. That’s very kind of you. Etymologists! You reminded me… I had a book about Etymology on my bookshelf. You’ve just prompted me to find it … and I can’t now. How frustrating. I’ll keep looking. I thought it had a red cover, but it’s been on the shelf for years, and perhaps, I’ve remembered the colour wrongly. I know I wouldn’t have thrown it out or recycled it (never throw away a book) because I found it fascinating, as is your comment.

      Strudel … yum … now you’re talking my language. I haven’t had an apple strudel for years, and now my mouth is watering at the thought. I had no idea the word came from the German for ‘whirlpool’. You learn something new every day.

      I really don’t know why my Muse has gone today as I haven’t managed to write anything today, although I am busy doing some research for part four of a story I’ve written parts one, two and three. It was meant to end after part three, but several readers suggested I continue the story. I need my thinking cap on for that one.

      The garbage (bin) collectors come out on Friday mornings. Perhaps, I’ll leave my balderdash notes out for them, as you suggested. Ah, nope, I can’t put the notes out with the garbage; the notes are paper and will need to go in the recycling bin. I daresay they will ultimately become someone else’s newspaper or, perhaps, a Gardener’s Question Time magazine.

      Mmm … I hope I’m making sense here? Or, perhaps, not! 🙃

  6. Wow, you have thrown so many heavy words.
    this is writing block? wah!!
    This work is fine, I loved reading it and this poem was well written.

    Drink some water (you forget that anyway), and smile.
    Enjoy the chocolate break

      1. Thanks for sharing the meaning of these words!!

        These were some heavy words..
        Sorry for reading late. I am running behind, I still need to read birthday post part 2 and 3.
        Please accept my humble apologies.

        1. Please don’t worry, Devang. I know how busy we all are anyway. I’m all behind with reading many blogs, too. I have some coursework to do tomorrow and this weekend; I’m hoping I have enough time to finish it and also, perhaps, write another blog post, too. I’m glad the meanings of these typically British expressions helped.

    1. Thank you, Allie. I’m glad you liked it. It’s frustrating when our words just won’t develop into anything and we feel at a loss about what to write, if anything. Thank you for reading my few lines of ‘nonsense’ X 🌼

  7. We all get days like that. And always better to write through it!! So excited to have come across your post. Thank you so much for sharing and being vulnerable with it. It helps to know we are not alone when words don’t come.

    1. Thank you so much for reading and enjoying my post, Cecilia. I very much appreciate your comments. I think we all get writer’s block sometimes, but I find the best way through it is to write about what I’m feeling. I wrote another piece a few weeks ago called Writer’s Block and another called Stumped, both on the same topic. It seems to occur quite often with me, but then, at other times, the words seem to flow more easily 😊.

    1. Aww, thank you, Janet. I’m glad you enjoyed my gobbledegook! How are you coping at the moment, and how is Alun? I’m all behind on reading blogs but will try to catch up with yours sometime today. Sending you love and comforting hugs, too. Xx 💓💞🥰

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