Befuddles Poems

Coining Thoughts

I am coining thoughts
Like copper pennies and most loved quarters
I am gathering leaves and flowers
 as Spring is giving so much grace
But I am dropping moments and time
I am missing the season
 because I am in love
It confuses the senses
 befuddles the brain
Leaves appear on trees but cannot enter my brain
I am lost in a foggy imagination of your hand in mine
I am trying to find it but
You create such total confusion 

Love is making me loose time

I am a thing of delusions
Lost in your rhyme
I am little but a bed time story 
Living on meteor time
I long to see it and be present to the everlasting gorgeousness that is happening which is priceless never to be retrieved time
But all I know is your echo 
And the dream of your hand in mine

Eleemosynary Ubiquity

sawed-off on the
crimson emerald from a cloudy sky

squeal
and, at times, the reason
low-slung why

sparkles of a pearly salver
modicum of encrusted damask mist

befuddles me
albeit

moon, amber, and opalescence
spawn a charming sight

the perspective
strikes each crevice of the flesh.
and psyche advise

shrouded in a cinereous cloud
hapless and helpless, a glum-blue wolf
growls out a bluesy bemoan.

creating a lacuna
of gallivant love touchstone

leaden wails of anguish
rhythmic echoed refrain
plainchants of auric yearning

reminiscent of challah
aiming for eleemosynary seeds
cahoots to germinate and thrive

2nd place contest winner 

Written: March 20, 2023

A Strand No 1201 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand

Rebuttal To a Poem Posted Earlier

I can't help but find it ridiculously absurd
when people call Biden a liar and a fraud
yet believe Trump is truthful with his word.
Cheering his fictitious claims, they applaud!

That man has spun so many webs of lies,
that he has to tell more to cover his butt.
Blaming others for everything, using alibis
that are nothing more than ludicrous smut.

It's not our Democracy that has failed,
but narcissists who want to act like a king.
He's the guilty one who should be jailed.
Alcatraz is closed, but what about Sing Sing?

I had no intention of being political again,
but sometimes lines are written that irk me.
I've no political affiliation, but I won't abstain
when some wing nut is on an anti-Biden spree.

The claim seems to be that Biden likes to rant
but who bellows and rages more than Trump?
It befuddles my mind, and I swear I just can't
comprehend why they defend that ogre's rump.

Numerology, Theology, Coincideink

I
Study of meaning in numbers: numerology
Study of "Theos" or God: Theology
Keep them far apart, still they love 1 and 3
Does numerology espouse a timeless theology?

II
Father, Son, and Spirit have a trifold duty
One into Three; One God but PERSONS three
It rings true, but befuddles mental ability
To explain when hearts grasp the subtlety

III
From time immemorial, humans ignored "2"
Adam and Eve allowed another, father of Lies (TRUE!)
Happier couples want Number 3, a baby,
Otherwise two would be as famous as 1 and 3

IV
Why is it there are THREE tries & 3 STRIKES usually?
And people insist there is but ONE God, not many!
Even wise Hindus worship The UNITY in Godly diversity
Like seeing two stars in 1 Quasar, distorted by dark gravity

* NAMASTHE, SHANTHI Om, SHALOM-SHALOM, SALAAM, Paz. Eirene

Sinkhole

A sinkhole, deep as 20 feet,
Collapsed without a warning,
Around the corner from my street
Quite early in the morning.

Repair crews came but no one knows
What caused the sudden sinking.
Decrepitude, some folks suppose,
But not what we were thinking.

Ineptitude’s what we would blame,
For workers have been toiling 
On that same block where they became 
The source of tempers roiling.

They somehow cannot seem to fix
What underground befuddles,
So residents have had a mix
Of flames, closed streets and puddles.

Our car was parked right down the block
Where that huge hole descended.
It would have come as quite a shock
If that’s how my life ended.

Befuddled

The park was pooled with puddles
From all the melting snow.
This weather, it befuddles,
Every day a different show.

Today is crisp but sunny,
Tomorrow cold and wet,
Yet I’ll take even money
That we’ll cope with what we get.

With all the current troubles,
Which we’ll muddle through together,
Let us step outside our bubbles
And complain about the weather!

Dercum's Disease

Our Bodies, they Hurt. Our Lumps are on fire
It befuddles our mind, Our Thoughts a quagmire,
We want it to stop. We want it to end.
We need a cure. We need to mend.
We speak to the experts, but they do not know,
 How to ease our pain. How to make it go.
It hurts to walk, and it hurts to move
It's NOT in our mind. That's what we need to prove.
We're in a quandary, we're in a muddle
We want to be held, we want to be cuddled
We grin and we bear, we fight our pain
one day this agony will float away
We will not lose, we're going to win
We will not surrender. We will never give in.
We have the will. We have the fight
We'll battle Dercums with all our Might

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This Little Mouse

this little mouse befuddles me
for it is her i set free
yet she won't let me be
returns back to me
at night i hear her chew and chew
such a mess always rude
not sure of what to do
if i catch her over again
and release her from the trap pen
will she find her way back in
leaving little gifts not of a friend
the house is like a rats nest
all from this little pest
and i weary from lack of rest
time for measures i detest
glue trap gets her stuck
my patience ends as her luck
why did you not run free
and leave my house and me
i plug the hole that let you in
and toss you into the trash can

The Noise

The Noise

There lives a strange bug in the Eastern trees
Called a Cicada - among other things!
Hardly a difference anyone sees
But, my friend, wait 'til you hear how it sings!

Now,this bug hatches in seventeen years
The larvae eats quietly for that long
After the hatch, you won't believe your ears
Millions of mating calls broadcast a song

To call that song noise is being kind -
It's a crescendo that comes and it goes
A constant noise that befuddles the mind
And jangles the nerves from head to the toes

You may hear that noise four times in your life
And you'll never forget when that bug takes a wife

3/6/2017

However Here We Still Remain

the road to her was not easy
the valleys of her mind were not smooth ones
there were times when love smelled like new suitcases
there were times when hate and its pungency was the freshest scent
however here we still remain wrapped in each others arms
how we can be big kids teasing adult things is beyond me
how we can remove the thorns and clean and bandages all the wounds is not that plain to see
the road to me was not that easy either
the volume of my moodiness brought out the worst in the worst
my loner's mentality was like arrows playing follow the leader with arrows
there were moments when we were plotting murder schemes in our minds
there were moments when we wanted to just jump from some high place ourselves
however here we still remain kissing each other like halloween candy bandits
how what comes next transpires is beyond even the most vivid imagination
how what ultimately becomes the conclusion occurs befuddles even the most genius of a mind
all we know is that we simply love each other
the rest we put in the Healing Hands of God....

Roll On the Deck

Two am., I’m up again
Staying asleep befuddles me
Needing to flip the switch at the main
And turn off my mind you see
What wheels do turn
Screech round then stop
My head doth burn
Like flames atop
The buried truth
Must eventually come out
I drink the vermouth
Washed down with a stout
Easier to lob off my neck
And see my face roll on the deck

Forgotten Forest

These past years I’ve lived in memories,
stitched together to fight the growing grey.

Thoughts and longings like light
dappled through the leaves of a forest.

Lost amongst the loam and brush
this fog settles, befuddles the mind.

Long forgotten branches grown
mossed beards shudder though
breath and wind hasn't blown.

Bereft of life and sun the growth 
is sterile, dry and false.

These trails winding in and out
Stumbling through roots and shade
To bask in the warmth of her memory when found.

I have been the prodigal daughter, 
Lost in the path home, for home was her
And she has gone.


(Surreal)

Stop the World....

I blush when I think about the makeup
Of Man. At birth he's weak and insecure
He's helpless, ignorant- a little pup
Has more going for him than this treasure.
And when he matures, mental growth is slight.
He whines and pines and broods o'er picayune
Events: It's too hot! I'm cold! That's too tight!
I hate my job! That cost too much! A tune
That's sung ad infinitum-- Maddening!
There's absolutely no relief from it.
He lies and cheats exaggerates most things.
Befuddles, muddles, meddles, throws a fit.
He battles, tattles, prattles--Stop! Enough
I say, stop the world I want to get off!

Free Write

free write #1


an extreme feeling takes over my body when i hear your voice
it befuddles me in a trans
Abrupty it dawns on me that i'm in love
my world begins to spin looking at her unadulterated body
Covered with allegiance
Her beckon signals me to relax and breathe
this fictitous scene is of a motion picture
Free write

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