for my Son Frankie
The way that
you live your life
and the things that
you do and accomplish
Amazes Me- - - - - - -
It baffles my mind
how you can
be so composed
while going through
your daily existence
You are driven
by a higher force
determined, disciplined,
dedicated and devoted
to your goals and desires
Your makeup is tremendous
all while only
23 years old
You never stress,
just handle what
You have to do- - - - -
Amazing!
It baffles me...
When you lose your warships
And life puts you in situationships
The mind gets disabled
Leaving you in disorder
Uttering your ability
Turning you into liability
Even when you're without disability
You start depending on others to survive.
It baffles me...
If you choose the matter over mind
Your thoughts and emotions begin to fail you
You'll start questioning or doubting yourself
Forgetting your potentials
You start loosing everything
Your confidence and people
Until you pick your spirit up, which is the mind.
It baffles me...
When you stumble, crumble or fumble
It becomes a trouble
Steadily disrupting your peace of mind
Causing mental bondages
When things don't workout for you
Because you know you're doing your best
Even when you try to find rest
Life steadily throwing you test
Never relent or regret, for it's part of the journey.
They all witnessed the horror with their eyes
While this poet was horrified from what I saw on TV
Families stuck between the flood water, holding each other close
Gets thrown off from the height like a rock falling from waterfall
How can that fool sleep at night after watching this?
Just a little message from him into local newspaper
And the story settles to the ground, never rising again
Until more atrocious scenes baffles the mankind
Fake friends, real enemies
Many poisons, few remedies
Less wood and more bark
Ye shun light to hide in the dark
The peace and health of mind
Was in enduring assurance one could find
In loving and trusted kin and allies
But rude shocks are now in great supplies
Ye take pressure and bottle it up
With nowhere to spill from the overflowing cup
And suddenly when you can take no more
An outburst that leaves you and others sore
Keep your eyes stayed on God
For ye are up against odd after odd
For He promises such perfect peace
That baffles understanding just by its ease
K. Muitherero
a cute child playing by herself
accepts chocolate by stranger
is taken to desolate shed
where four men played until she bled
hurriedly she was dropped where found
a known passerby brought her home
to scared dad, mother aghast cold
who cradled half-dead six year old
---
ostracized, no child plays with her
no relatives cuddle or kiss _
cannot fathom glance of others _
shifting places baffles, bothers _
no nepenthe calms the wronged child
no nepenthe numbs shocked parents
their abused eyes stare at the gloom
why the child? why? why? Questions loom
Just what have I done with my life
A man put that question to me
I started to think and I gave him a wink
But my mind drew a blank, well, let’s see
I’ve not built a bridge made of steel
I’ve not a photographer’s eye
I’d not fit the bill of a fireman’s will
I’ve not flown a plane, no, not I
No land have I gardened or farmed
Machinery baffles my mind
Accountants are great, that wasn’t my fate
An autograph, never I’ve signed
Yet I knew I found what I sought
Without a degree and its pay
The bonds of the heart, right from the start
Yes, that’s what I wanted to say
And I’ve been the happiest man
I’ve done more than all else above
For all that I needed, I’ve surely exceeded
Quite simply put, I have known love
Squirrels leap with vain effort,
Baffles guard the seeds.
Autumn's bounty held aloft,
Nature's jest in silent play.
.
i felt that
that special thing
boyz
like mine
engage
yup
that
that thump
that heavy damn
Bump
that
kisss
yessss
'til
yourn limbs split
'til
feverishly
yourn wriggle
baffles
mine
Abecedar baffles & confounds didn't even figure Google® helpful ~ I just kinda looked myself ~ not open-minded people questioning rational stuff ~ that until value wilts 2 year zero.
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NOTES:
Theodore Roethke likened poetry-forms to sieves, " . . . catching certain materials". Such an attractive sentiment about such an important human activity.
An artist friend once created an art-exhibit wherein the recipients were photographed and asked to write their opinion about his sign which read: "Art is a game with no rules", with the understanding that these too would be framed and added to the exhibit.
Robert Warlov likens 'Poetry-forms' to someone else's "Rules".
~
The value of books
Late afternoon, the sun has left the terrace and is in the back throwing up dust before reluctantly slinking west and sinking
into the sea beyond the seas.
The townscape is charming red-roofed dwellings among the many trees that are deep green this time of the year.
Near the sea are two big edifices, One has luxury flats on top for the people called the “jet-set” It is where scrawny women live
on lettuce a day and Valium.
Next to that house, a white elephant, a skeletal hotel that
was abandoned when the would-be owner went broke.
In the calm bay two small cargo ships of uncertain age riding
the anchorage waiting for the morning, it baffles me how these old ship makes money, two bags of rice here and a barrel of wine there; perhaps they fish and live healthily
but I do hope they have books, if not the lacuna of empty time must be heavy on the mind.
When I was a seaman, I read hundreds of books to pass the time
some rubbed off so the time became useful, like automatic learning.
Genre: Poetry
Title: Rebirth
Author: John King Ayanfe ©
I'm a being beaten by a bragging-heartless life
Being a being beaten by beasts baffles my broken being
Ever being seared by topsy-turvy tempetuous time
Trepidation portrays and whistles to my broken self
Far from faith fetch i fears for my fate
My feet finding no fountain for fortitude
Too many holes hold the whole of my ambitions
The dreams i dream dream i to be dreamt
My life kissed knife and i strife
Should i have been begotten? Tempests taunt me
Day-by-day i go to the house of hope
Wherein i find a drop of water for my rebirth
Oh! My scars bleed - my bleeds are not scarse
Love, religion and education poorly succeeded to fail me
My heart's been lonely - my life's a desserted desert
I'm a body of ocean, yet without water - oh
I need a rebirth - o' reality, chant your incantations
That the duration of hopeless situation embrace expiration
My broken being need rebirth and comfort as my berth
I carved my own rebirth, 'ta-ta' to my woes
Life is a cipher
One I cannot define
It baffles and confounds me
Whenever I ponder mine
The highs can be heartwarming
Though fewer and fewer these days
The lows are so very alarming
Often seen through a mystical haze
Oh bring back those wonderful moments
I pray to the Powers that Be
Go away, you looming black clouds
I beg you, stop following me!
Nature
You’re the puzzle that baffles the wisest of men
You’re the mystery that guards the sacred scroll
You’re the beauty that inspires wizards and bards
You’re the bait that lure enlightened souls
You’re the guardian of the secretes —known and unknown
You’re the past, the present, the future and beyond…
"What great dimension of the great beyond
makes Earth a microscopic vagabond?"
by_Poet
Of all the wonders I can think about
besides our Earth- and baffles me the most-
the Universe, which hides our sphere without
me zooming in to find Earth at its post.
So insignificant- Earth spins in space
deemed Milky Way, and barely seen at all;
so hard to grasp, this complex world I face
is dwarfed inside the realm of cosmic sprawl.
Upon this Earth, a universe alone-
are mystic wonders on a smaller scale;
to look beyond into the vast unknown,
this minute Earth dissolves in small detail.
The Universe consists of many gems-
each one, a wonder from a wonder, stems.
April 15, 2023
~1st Place~
Writing Challenge - 'U' Words
Sponsor: Constance La France
Word Chosen: No 7 – Universe
Judged: 04/18/2023
RZ HMS
Some people think I’m anti human
Some believe I really would
Free this world of the species
If I easily could.
We are not the only animals
But for what it’s worth
We are the only ones
Destroying mother earth.
Seven days of creation
Just to give birth
To the scourge
Of this earth?
I don’t mean to offend
But will if needs must
To try and convince others
We hold this planet in trust;
Not just for future generations
Of our human race,
But for all the other animals
With whom we share this place.
I suppose it’s just another lost cause
When some see others in need
Of basic food and water
Just to satisfy their own greed.
The only mitigating factor,
Which rather baffles the mind,
No matter how we treat the animals
We inflict worse on our own kind.
So, praise the lord and pass the bottle.
Praise the lord that I am free
Praise the lord for pre -cast concrete
And let heaven help the trees.
And praise the lord for good strong drink
For when it hurts too much to think.
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