Ah, that feeling of nothingness, mixed with contentment and this searching feeling; how such a feeling exists can baffle yet also leave this tantalizing desire to be found. It is almost as if I am lost in the shadowy echos of my mind aimlessly wandering around yet simultaneously every so clearly chasing and following in the direction of this thought that is just plainly there as these words are in your face. Yet, so hidden as if covered by the thicked fog. All I wish is to create some form of clarity or path in my head yet despite my efforts the fog thickens while the thought becomes ever so clearer.
Black And White
We are given all the pieces
to play and indulge in life’s great feast
outrageous fortunes be dammed!
Given full reign to Ego’s unfettered beast
and the moves we make shall
establish our legacy
Why are we here?
We can either dazzle with brilliance
or baffle with bulls*it
Shameless are unleashings of doubt
only makes a lesser us grow
inhibits our muses
disables our abilities to sprout
I’m no longer vulnerable
to slings and arrows
validity with magnanimity instead of
sentiments design to disparage
are a marriage of lucidity
Opt for words that heal, and clarity!
Phrases that reveal
a simple way of life,
carpe diem, austerity
too much comfort makes a lazy lone
what a poet shall write
shall be etched in stone
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Alas, old blog, thou dost baffle me
Art thou a banjo short a cord
An off-key piano, tortured
A homeless cat meowing in the dark
A shaken not stirred literary libation
Advertising the talents of its writers
Redundantly raucous rhetoric
Echoing down a dusty corridor
Gathering the featherless dreams
Of forlorn and wingless words
Dream that saw very scareful
A place with depth-dun like a coal,
Noone see,except a girl so beautiful
Can guess very sad,full of fear in soul.
Lord! suddenly in depth she sink,
Search light, cann't find, dark spread,
Woes shower with holy blink,
Bow head front of High, who lead.
She drops from high top,gets wounds,
Eyes open with baffle rounds,
Who is she? What the mean of it?
Want to find again I sleep.
Never again find , I think,so sit,
My mind, my dream,so only I may fit.
They came hopeful
They saw fearful
They left baffle.
Garbage written in ‘How To Assemble’
Outlandish nonsense with English attempted
Borderline craziness it can resemble
Baffled, I mutter, “May I be exempted?”
Lunacy drafted in some foreign land
English it said… and I said, ”No way.”
Dumbass instructions I can’t understand
Explaining - NOT - how to build in one day
Gormless; the author has been at my gin
Oddball expressions that baffle my brain
Ostensibly claiming ‘Part D will slip in.’
Kitchen cupboards should be less of a pain
Few sing of raven’s ebony,
Fewer still of its shining plume,
The glory of her grey tresses
Oft glisten my life’s every gloom.
Now that the dawn has turned to dusk,
I’ll not talk of bowers in bloom,
Nor buds that blossomed before time,
How her fragrance had filled the room.
No use nursing old memories,
Nor yet wiping them off with broom,
Soul dwells nigh in heart’s cavity,
A lifetime’s taken, it to groom.
Black is no colourless baffle,
A total loss nor is vacuum
Let it not dwell in a spectrum,
To me it signifies no doom.
Fair in life never to assume,
And nor presence nor absence fume,
As life tolerates no vacuum,
With her musings I fill my room.
Should things fail t’be so, I’d not fume,
It’s fair in life oft to assume,
And never to leave a vacuum,
Let musings fill up a bare room.
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Musings |16.04.2024| memories, black love
What sorts a box -- an enigma,
of course, what else has sauce,
when it apprised of a stigma
it eyes wherefrom the source.
Taste, touch, ... senses play the fiddle
minus some chords, off-tunes,
wayward announces a riddle,
classic ... playing the blues.
Discombobulation, a word
that creates attention,
it's a doer, that is absurd,
a giver of mention,
need not be lengthy, quite disturbed,
more elementary,
there lies the mix, that's somewhat blurred,
most complimentary.
Shorten won't baffle, nor ruffle,
may muddle or addle,
there are trickery, kerfuffle --
but snooze in a cradle,
grounds content, shovel the gravel,
make it your battleground,
make confound this awkward puzzle
by day's end be profound.
Hope that it resolves this fluster,
that sets unease, evolves,
make it a game, a tongue twister,
keep watch till it dissolves,
It'll be a throwback, bewilder
if it grows, we'll keep track,
discombobulation, blister,
made it less from perplex.
Kissing her lover beneath sitka tree,
the Alaskan Sunset yawns languidly.
She knows her beauty beguiles in our dreams;
she's also Mistress of Magical Memes.
Bored with her lovely and rapturous charm.
Oft must be beautiful or cause alarm.
Reasoned, if she and Night traded places,
Extra great treat to wear brand new faces!
Together they plotted, this will be fun!
and we'll manage to baffle everyone!
Well before dappled dusk, their dance began:
day became midnight, according to plan.
Scared, people screamed and ran off in terror
Sunset thought, arghh, this could be an error.
She yelled to night, go back and wait awhile!
who said, leave Greatest Time is not my style!
Sunset thought, what a childish man I chose;
I must bring day, like a song, to a close.
Cloudy whispers becoming breathless hues,
while, beneath sitka, Sunset sings the blues.
May 18, 2023
for Sitka Sunset poetry contest
by Craig Cornish
Life has surely broken me.
I’ve flunked out at Everything.
Why consider equally
When Options just desert Me?
Too grimed up, I cannot see
A single reason surfacing,
Hiding Places changing,
Constantly and arbitrarily,
Disappoint inevitably.
It only ends up baffle-ing
That the Ones who stuck by Me
Were No One and Nobody.
The Needed ones Abandoned me,
Never even wanted me.
Been let down by EveryOne
And 100% of Practically
All and and Every Single Thing,
Left for dead and wasting
To a husk of Me.
So what's the point,
Quite pointlessly,
When you will only
Start new things?
Old ones failing,
Interest lost and dropping,
Forcing hands repeatedly.
Home to pack a bag and leave,
All doors slammed resoundingly,
Locks all changed and shut to me.
Happy Endings Abruptly.
Don't care what you do to me.
Lost my sensitivity:
Burning hurts so painfully.
Once Angry scars
Protect My Heart
From all Hope,
Now lost to me.
It doesn’t hurt, just disappoints.
I have no mass, I’ve been disjoined,
Won’t shatter when you drop me.
All do eventually;
A mere eventuality,
Forgone Conclusively.
Each bon mot melts with
Nuanced, age-old symbolic flavors --
Growing, changing, challenging me.
Language arts baffle me.
Institutional norms perplex me.
Slowly, I listen for that precise sound.
History’s echoes bounce off my walls,
Heaving meanings like so many dock workers.
Overhead, cargoes glide by glistening in the sun.
Movers eye the carts going forward.
Only I stand still.
Purposefully, I dream of…
Houses filled with treasures – elegant libraries!
Open-hearted, I find and survey my grotto.
Nothing seems impossible as I
Enter into a new dwelling and
Seek to be transformed.
An ailing scent in the aura,
Murky sky wherever I look,
Muddle visuals by my side,
Like my whole destiny shook.
Enormous croak in society,
Laying me in great baffle,
Strange eye of crowd at me,
As they were in a great shuffle.
I bid to peek into other scenes,
But no sight of creature in my eyes,
Just a sorrow uproar of mankind,
Similar to soul of the nature cries.
Straight away the inky view cut,
And I woke up to the reality,
Was that a Bad dream of mine,
Or precognition of the present cruelty.
There are five
perhaps six, maybe more?
There's always the invisible
when observing deer.
A speckled group
braids a tangled grove.
Stippled light shapes -
not their appearance
but their disappearance.
Deeper into the trees
there are mottles and flecks,
a sun-streaked shimmering.
Deer thread leaf and bough
floating over
pools of light and shade.
Shapes move in and out
of a mirage
painted to baffle.
I watch
tallying their invisible sum
on a green abacus.
The squirrels always ate the seed
I’d used to fill the feeder.
They’d shimmy up the pole to follow
One brave soul, the leader.
Whenever I glanced out and saw
A squirrel up there munching,
I’d step outside and stomp my feet,
Which stopped unwelcome lunching.
But in a minute, they’d be back,
With cunning and with daring.
My foot stomps and some yelling
Didn’t seem to do much scaring.
Yet at my son’s today I felt
Like I had won a raffle.
The birds were at the feeder
‘Neath which hung a brand-new baffle.
The squirrels searched the ground below
In hopes of cast-off smidgens,
As baffled by the baffle as
Their world would be to pigeons.
I welcome change as long as it is God breathed
Like peace turning to war, the blade is unsheathed
Like rain tending the crop, then the sun comes to ripen
For in futility we push to cause, no let God's Will happen
No aspersions cast on diligence
Just that times and seasons know our negligence
As we fail to read the signs of the times
Nothing of the moment and deed rhymes
For until time came did Christ enter Jerusalem
Though beseeched He commended not Himself to them
And when came the hour of the Son of Man to be lifted up
It was the very time to drink of His cup
None knows the day nor the hour but the Father
All knees shall at the place of bow gather
And it shall all change suddenly to eternity
To the baffle and relief of a great fraternity.
K. Muitherero.
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