bedraggled beetle-headed Beelzebub befuddles,
bullies, beguiles, backward blustery birdbrain blockheaded
bigots. Boisterously building up these bold-faced blowhards,
bamboozling them into bee-brained befuddlements.
the ghost is a prankster
a trickster
confusing and bamboozling
he throws things
cupboards open and shut
obvious poltergeist
do they have a preteen daughter?
you bet they do
that’s a given
Lyricism of wisteria ruses…peacocking muses gushing tomes
Classicism flocking..roams & woos homes not garden gnomes
Colourful creepers cruising..schmoozing with boisterously blushing bricks
Spring exudes mysticism..oozes oodles of bamboozling serendipity flushing
Cherished fingers rushing freely..delivers..unctuous ravishingly rambunctious
Relished slivers lavishly lingers..embellished..proudly protrudes
Inspires rhyming platitudes about gratitude...fires fresh
Attitudes across a range of altitudes & latitudes
Sprinkling wryly of vintner's drily sparkle...ends strange debacle...
Skint stints of wily skinflint winter’s splinters..with hints of now..Spring sprints
But also somehow.. if one squints..get an inkling of change..
Glints of summer's tints slyly twinkling
Great Scot
that trot
on gnomes
and domes
Bamboozling, casting spells in dark site
Roaming and iridescent like sprite
We decided on hand signals.
They got sillier each day.
Pretending to speak to each other.
Stroking our imaginary beards.
Sometimes we cawed or tweeted.
It drove our children bananas.
We did this in self-defense.
It frustrated them, causing them to leave.
It was the only way we could talk.
Have adult conversation
Without being interrupted
by our children.
Sure, they pout a bit,
but within ten minutes most of them are back.
So, it doesn’t permanently traumatize them.
Spoke of, as tiptoed through
With trepidation.
"Each fierce life-shaping clue
Throws a possessed look!"
In fables, darkest read.
Darkest of routing
In, out, bamboozling led
None creepier spook.
Colorful ribbons adorn her hair,
Reds and golds, fluttering in the air.
You feel drawn toward her gypsy tent,
Summoned to a mystical event.
Time is enslaved in her crystal ball:
And as she calls the spirit of Baal,
Lightning flashes in her stormy eyes.
Bamboozling you, she sells sordid lies,
As superstition preys on your fears.
Little by little, hope disappears,
Listening, as she foretells of tears.
Lured by the money, she chases a dream,
leaving her home for a life more extreme.
Mistresses of upper society;
high-priced call girls, project propriety.
Enticed by the glamorous life, she yearns:
lust fuels the flames as innocence burns.
Sullying her soul, for dollars and fame;
pimping herself is all part of the game.
Her heart has witnessed so much pain unfold,
love's no longer unique: it's something sold.
Her words of sincerity sound hollow:
like the phony smiles, men pay to follow.
Tomorrows cannot be fully explored,
feelings are meaningless: when love is whored.
Bamboozling her family and her friends,
ignoring reality: she pretends.
Yet, anguish slowly envelopes her soul,
as her lifestyle levies a heavy toll.
And truth only exacerbates her plight:
piercing awareness, like slivers of light.
Books are amazing,
Books can be bamboozling.
Books are cute to the astute,
Books can be the he saviour of the destitute,
Books are educational,
Books can be quite fictional.
Books are gorgeous.,
Books can even be hilarious.
Books are something to invest in,
Books can be just in.
Books are worth keeping,
Books can help in our learning.
Books are yours and mine,
Books can be more than nine.
Books are open to interpretation,
Books can pay for your education.
Books are quite worthwhile,
Books can really be in style.
Books are there for you,
Books can use a good clean from you.
Book are available in various sizes,
Books can wear at different rates.
Books are sometimes marked with an X,
Books can show you a quick fix.
Books are able to guide you from A to Z.
Now I am sitting alone in this
Funny wagon with my boom box
and minding my own business
along with a bunch of numskulls
who thinks I am a nutcase like them—
What a drag! And they think we are
all going to a Funny Farm where
they take those who go bananas!
But I know better because
I am good and dandy--
One hell of a cockscomb dude!
All I am doing is
bamboozling them for now,
Behaving as if I am one of them—
These dolts, dim-witted blockheads!
But, YOU, who’s reading this,
can vouch for me, won’t ya?
Why? Because you are as cool as I am,
It takes one to know one!
You catching my drift, ain’t ya?
~07/16/15
~"Colloquialism" contest by Laura Leiser
CARPE DIEM
These struggles are not insurmountable.
I am striving and thriving for more.
The strife I am in put me on top of the world.
Today I know people for who they are.
However, all this is just preliminary.
Foundation for me to excel from.
I am going after my dreams.
I will not be hinder by downward spiraling.
I will seize the day.
The discord of a country is political propaganda.
It will cause friction and human mania.
However, this is just a prerequisite to becoming a develop country.
I see the dilemma of a nation living as one.
I know that my niche has formed.
I must sequester a destiny to conform the norms.
The Lord has given me this transformation to perform.
No bamboozling is allowed.
I will seized the day because this is my time.
|___________________________________________|
Penned on November 01, 2014!
Offensive
Bamboozling
Adulterous
Misgoverning
Anti-Capitalist
Odious
Blow hard
Arab
Muslim
Anti-American
Obnoxious
Back Biter
Abuser
Marxist
Anti - Christ
Oval Office
Brokered
Assault Rifles
Misleading
Americans
Open
Border
Allowing
Mass
Adulteration
Ordered
Benghazi
Ambassador’s
Murder
And 3 others
Oust
Barrak
America’s
Most
Atrocious
Oath
Broken
Assuming
Misanthropic
Autocrat
Oblivious
Bewildered
Abysmal
Myopic
Administration
Overthrow
Banish
Annul
Muzzle
Abolish
One more
Blunder
After
More and More
Atrocities
One
Big
Ass
Mistake
America
now that I have your attention, please read and comment
on my other pieces of work
Thank you
Pain is never embraced.
Agony is a defeated place.
Incorporated with grace,
Nice to know you made second place.
This competition did not bring humiliation.
While your solitary stance brought forth happiness, you strive for more.
It is not unusual to yearn for the original.
To zenith as an author, is so magnificent.
History is an hourglass to capture.
Face up to your inadequacies in the bamboozling.
Inform yourself of all strategy necessary to win.
Run amok with your first place masterpiece.
Educe a focus for others to perceive.
_______________________/
PENNED ON JULY 03, 2014!
Your seduction gnaws at my soul...
It crawls through my defenses...
Mystifying my senses...
Bamboozling my thoughts...
Down is up...
Right is wrong..
But worst of all,
Wrong is right...
Because I am in love with you...
There are times,when I can get too serious,
unrelenting,I suppose is my characteristic fashion.
but,venting in such a manner,is better than becoming furious,
especially when there's nothing but, jukin'n jivin,duckin'n dashin',
all for the sake of,"the gimmegoogoos",goggling,
drooling'n strolling for their next bamboozling...
Supposing that we all have our own version of importance,
we'll continue this dance of guffaws,along with the present tense...
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