I really thought I had a poem about to emerge but all I ended up with was a confused nonsense…
To Confuse A Muse
I tried, ‘The sun is scintillizing…’
But my muse stopped me with a cry
‘You can’t make up words or the poetry will die.
And why this adverbalizing?’
I harrumphed. ‘That’s not a word.’
And began to inject my protest with vigour
When my wretched muse stopped me with a snigger.
‘You know you are being ridiculously absurd,’
She exclaimed. ‘Let’s polish up your stanzas,
After all that’s what you favourite muse is for,
And if we don’t, your public will abhor
You continued verbal extravaganzas.’
Which frankly left me undone, confused
Though my muse, the wretch was highly amused.
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About TanGental
My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline.
I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy.
I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere.
These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
TanGental 
Sounds pretty familiar 😄
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I adore your sense of humor!
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It’s available for hire. It comes in three tones: loud, not so loud, and barely a whisper; is available with a vegan alternative; and can be frozen for three months or kept in a dark airtight chortlebox until the third after stipend. Do not combine with prepackaged jokes or frayed punchlines.
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Can I use a coupon? 😂
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We prefer coupoffs
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This sonnet should be proclaimed from all pubic places!
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Now there’s a thought. I would expect to be pelted with scoffs and other pre hardened derisions..
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No doubt!
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Ha, very good.
Horrid stupid word encountered last week: Throuple, meaning 3 people. I ask you …
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I know. The dictionary is no place for being post modern!
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He wanted to be a nomenclator.
His muse replied. ‘Are you sure.
A neologism only succeeds,
If it meets people’s needs
And is not a scintillizing bore.’
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Brilliant!
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I thought you might like it
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Not sure calling a muse a wretch will earn any points.
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I’m brave like that
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I see that.
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How wrong can a muse be? We must have new words, new meanings, new opinions, new everything. Out with the old, down with good sense and clarity.
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Oh those muses confuses….
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I’m sure you would drive any regular sort of muse up the wall. Yours seems a good fit.
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I do try but they resign regularly..
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Haha. I love it. Hugs.
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They are soooo annoying
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You always make me smile!
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Marvellous
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😀
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