Best Baffled Poems
Silent and puzzled, even when a little boy,
I remember the monsignor after every Sunday sermon
have us pray for peace,
as contending against war;
a peace that rarely came or lasted
prayers that were rarely answered.
Dubious mind
Perplexed situation
Bewildering environment
All compelling me, to lose my temperament
A Sense of hesitancy in expressing,
What I desire and what’s happening,
I seriously wish to instigate,
Before it becomes too late,
Don’t want to seek anyone’s support
But without it, can’t afford
Oh Divinity!
I need to be blessed,
To abandon the distress
Just gratify my soul
N Help me enrol’
Please do! Please do! Please do!
Dim hazes of your assorted gestures blissfully smother me
And I slowly grow fainter.
Being besieged by the tumultuous and handsome past
I stretch for the blinding white.
Your idea is calming and lustful with every saccharine stroke;
I do not need you—I want you.
I crave the challenge that furnishes me with colorless brilliance
However, this whiteness is omnipotent.
It is all-knowing and ever-growing to the point of no return
And I accept that I’m defenseless.
But I will not acknowledge your devious and pitiless dejection
As your colors are lies.
My tints and shades burst in ferocity and ardor that merge together
And ultimately become a bewildered solid white.
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 find it odd i find i find i found a sign it was a bad sign-
big big & bad.
i wonder as i wonder before in wonderment wondered
do i have time for more?
more more as everyone in history always wants & knows
they wants more.
we all always wants more.
teachers try to teach me teachings teaching seeming like
hypocrisy, accessing me to see
there's more that i could be.
which is what hurts the most you see.