The Eternal Ember
Decades are passed, an embrew slices Earth's chest
And countless Energy invests
It blooms
Bamboozles doom:
Decades past
In search of and at last
Pause and steadfast like mast,
It is swaying and living
It's breath giving
Spreading light and delight
Catches might and cashes bright
Twitter positivity in melancholy
Singing joy and cherishing cheerfully
Saying goodbye to pessimism
She is the flame of optimism
Guarding like boundary wall
A spirit stands by at her side
It covers her and clicks in her glide
And in thick and thin, it stands tall
Decades pass
A flame flames
Light in thick darkness
It lits and brightens chaos.
Mama
Excuse
Smooth talker
Jurisdiction
Bamboozles school
Now he’s eighteen
Consequence
Jail
Time
Only a dime a dozen for these broken dreams,
a free wooden nickel with each pack of lies.
A jar of hoodwinks, flimflams, and bumfuzzles,
a bucket of lost hope, and a box of how time flies.
A Brooklyn bridge, a few penniless thoughts,
next to some wasted time and that mirror and smoke.
Some dirt-cheap hooks, lines and sinkers,
a bunch of fake smiles, and a couple pigs in a poke.
Some bamboozles and a few hornswoggles,
a pile of ashes from some bridges I’ve burned.
A sow’s ear, some silver thread and a gold needle,
a silk purse filled with the lessons I never could learn.
She has given me a reason to get up in the morning
Something to look forward to,
She delights me, excites me, enthuses me, bamboozles me.
Poetry!
She has brought friends my way in the form of followers.
I am now a cult leader, revered and adored.
She has uplifted me, and has gifted me with positivity and mirth
Poetry!
Now my doctor and hairdresser, she has kept me afloat during a pandemic
A time in my life where my only friend, and best life line
is actually a subject rather than a person
Poetry!
She has awakened me in the middle of the night
Feeding me lines during my sleep,
being my protector, my lover, my cheerleader, my friend, my family!
Poetry!
You cannot roller skate in the house she tells my child.
Why not? I ask.
She is silent.
Her mouth gets all prissy.
Rose bud like.
I would not let him do that if I were you, a stranger advises me.
That’s because you are not me, I reply.
Not in a mean way.
In a nonchalant way.
Not snotty.
What is wrong with you? The stranger asks me.
I am consternated.
Confused.
Wondering.
Why do people think they can control other people?
It is a puzzlement to me.
Bamboozles me each time.
My delicacies are never bothered by writing truth
Rather delighted by it, for it seems the best release
Dishonesty in writing bamboozles me
Confuses me, startles me,
strikes me as crazy weird.
Why would you write at all?
What would be the point?
My soul purpose
is to share
my
truth
Gobsmacked, Bamboozled and Confused
I was gobsmacked, bamboozled and confused
when they showed me worn out crayons never unused
for the lines they were destined to stay within
were taken as a challenge - not a whim
as the fists that clutched the colors misunderstood
the concept of the lines - “for their own good”
strayed with the exuberance of youth
opened up a crayon kissing booth
mingled the sunrise with the moon
served breakfast at the height of midnight noon
gobsmacked, bamboozled and confused
the crayons wandered happily bemused
across a barren landscape of pure snow
trailing behind them life’s rainbow
©11/11/18
for – What Gobsmacks, Bamboozles and Confuses Me Poetry Contest
So many things in our technology
confuse me – my phone particularly!
Worst of all, I cannot text properly.
Although I’m able to type speedily,
I’m having the greatest difficulty
with my cell phone’s keyboard, which is tiny!
My nails are longer now, so awkwardly
I’m clicking on wrong letters and constantly
messing myself up; an eternity
just to send one message it can seem to be.
But what gobsmacks and most bamboozles me
is why my two children cannot seem to see
they would make my life so nice and easy
if they’d just answer when I ring them. Gee!
Can’t they pick up and set my fingers free?
Nov. 5, 2018 for Caren Krutsinger's
'What Gobsmacks, Bamboozles and Confuses Me' Poetry Contest
Riddles of Human nature to bother :
Why persons enjoy torturing other ?
Malice, rancor to prevail ! A puzzle.
Why populace run in razzle-dazzle.
Innocent children are killed or abused?
No explanation. I'm completely confused.
Universal moral values fail to boast.
Such human instinct bamboozles most.
I Write-
poems for brouhaha contests-
perhaps of love
or nature or some gobbledygook interesting
but, I am left gobsmacks and dumbfounded
'cause I took one point blank and sharp
to the heart . . .
like- I spent hours writing that la-di-da poem
and now I am left in a puddle- of sad
what bamboozles was that theme- I was hoodwinked
oh collywobbles ! I am befuddled and baffled
and making a kerfuffle is like useless
So Looking-
for a new contest that confuses-
that will bemuse, perplex, mystify and baffle me
perhaps rhyme
or free verse or some other form puzzle to play with
where I know I will be left in a puddle- unhinged
and totally- happy . . . .
_______________________________
November 3, 2018
Poetry/Free Verse/Hoodwinked
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1082-446-03
All Rights Reserved, 2018, Constance La France
What gobsmacks, bamboozles and confuses me
My answer to that question is no great mystery
It’s men’s complete lack of understanding of women
So let me explain it quite succinctly to them
Guys you should be kind your good lady
Treat her like an adult, and not a darn baby
Women’s minds can be read just like a good book
and if you don’t listen to her, just avoid her left hook!
But PLEASE beware if her monthlies are due,
she may rant and rave and say she hates you.
And if she needs chocolate, she really NEEDS it, okay -
Get to the candy store without a moments delay!
Many issues of women you’ll discover men are the cause
There’s MENtal and MENace and the darn MENopause
What Gobsmacks, Bamboozles and Confuses me contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
10/28/18
Gobsmacked, bamboozled and confused
— how to get one day back.
Imagine if one day was robbed of all its good and bad?
Perhaps a wedding, now she’s a virgin again-
he doesn’t remember the present he unwrapped last night.
Or a baby sucking its thumb back in the darkest womb -
what happened to the light?
You remember the terror of jaws chewing off your limb
but no one else knows why you won’t go for a swim.
Your first “A” lost - they still think you’re a loser
though you studied bad.
The screaming plays over and over and over again
though your parents don’t know why you’re mad.
The car you had fixed has a dent and the love
you finally won has been lost.
Gobsmacked, bamboozled,
confused as the day.
Judge Judy pounds her hammer,
your protest’s overruled.
Your afraid to make a move...will it happen again?
There’s no one to ask!
10/21/2018
GOBSMACKS, BAMBOOZLES AND CONFUSES ME Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Caren Krutsinger
What Gobsmacks, Bamboozles and Confuses Me Poetry Contest
What gobsmacks, bamboozles and confuses me is that I place a poem in a contest and it placed the first time. Then, when I went back later to compliment the winners that afternoon and comment on my compliments; my compliments and congratulations and my name in the 1st place were gone, so I got an N/A… Computer glitches do happen it is aggravating, but it does happen. I am glad I had saved my poem. Thank you sponsor for your patience and being a good sponsor.
It astounded me when my husband felt
no pain when he had his first heart attack,
but bumps his toes and I learn an array
of words in high tone that takes me aback.
It's innate when my dog does a ditty
chasing a kitty in a speeding match,
but when he confronts it he wants to play.
Kitty hisses and draws it’s claws to scratch.
My son's sense of humor was decidedly quirky;
they all pushed and gave each other encouragement
I never knew what to expect from my turkeys.
Their poor wife’s now face the embarrassing moments.
10-24-2018
Sour trumpet, flat trumpet; disharmony you create…
That’s simply not music; that hot air, you blow;
clearly your valves are blocked.
Where did you learn those old sour notes?
those twitters, squeaks and squeals,
I’m so bamboozled; you’ve gobsmacked my ears.
How dare you, screech flat notes into my tender ears;
when they’ve listened to real music for decades.
Why must your revenge deafen everyone?
You’re not all that clever; you loud, blaring beast.
Your sour notes could wilt the bark
on every self-respecting tree in the forests.
Just please, go back to school and learn something new.
If you must blow hot air, go and get some repairs;
then perhaps the world will think better of your a-tones.
For: What Gobsmacks, Bamboozles and Confuses Me Poetry Contest; Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
Pi
What statistics?
What trigonometry?
Geometry bamboozles me
The math language completely shuts me down.
Pre-algebra breaks my brain waves.
Please let’s not speak of these
Crazy math terms.
Pi
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