Best Bamboozles Poems
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
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!
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
Remember the first time I started to trust you.
It was the strangest feeling I had yet to give.
I told you my secrets, my past and my fears.
And that was all i had to share.
You never left me like I thought you would.
Standing steadfast through the distant brewing storms,
You always listened and knew what to say
Knew when to give a hug When I was having a bad day.
I used to listen, when you said you would always be there,
Barely registering the words spoken, believing it to be all a jest.
My courage did falter but never your faith.
Today the scars heal, i begin anew, new me, new life, and happiness with you.The ghosts finally laid to rest.
I sit and think about all the times we spend together,
the silly smiles and the secret gestures that bamboozles others,
now i know you'd last through any weather.
It will never be too late for us to be.
Finally i believe you will stand by me through it all,
The glorious smile still resplendent.
As you so rightly said, there's light at the end of the tunnel.
Together we cross over to the spot where the sun shines bright.
the spotlight shines and the actor takes the stage ready to excel.
A fresh act begins of a new play.
A glorious chapter in a yet to be written essay.
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
I praise God for modern telecommunications’ inventions
Making mankind benefit so well
But I feel bad, when in their vexing, “gobsmack” malfunctions
I become dysfunctional; thus, my exasperation-nerves swell!
I thank God for computer experts
For their good contributions, indeed numerous
Yet I got nervous when their genius alerts
Warn me of glitches’ “bamboozles” due to internet-driven virus!
I seek God for His enlightening wisdom
When confused with social media's bewildering entanglements
I’m sad though for those who abuse information-freedom
As they deny and neglect consequences of their engagements!
I pray to God to guard me from being deceitfully puzzled
With varied scams’ alluring appeal and financially enticing
By global transactions “gobsmacking” netizens to be wealth-dazzled
Using fake identities; yet others’ privacy --- compromising and exposing!
I trust God for His control midst “hacking” ventures
Of ill intentions, never amusing, to wreck information sites
Such are shocking “bamboozling” gestures
Dominated by selfishness-blights and greediness' heights!
I rely with faith as I rejoice* in God Who knows what’s best
Despite “gobsmack, bamboozle and confusion”-attacks…
To Him do I yield my questions for His great answers to the fullest
Since His omniscience subdues my doubts with His truth’s packs!
*1Chronicles 16:10 Glory ye in his holy name: let the heart of them rejoice that seek the LORD.
November 5, 2011
Gobsmacked and bamboozled and confused
I peeked into the oven where the baking dishes slept
resting in a pot of onion stew
Couldn’t help but laughing, they were snoring as they wept
dreaming of a casserole or two
Picked a card while on the deck next to an old fruit tree
in a three piece suit made out of hearts
Thought I grabbed a king but found I only held a three
folded with a straight of cherry tarts
Climbed onto a ladder that was laying on the ground
hoping I could see just over head
Still afraid of heights but thinking no one was around
believing what the audience had said
Drove off to the levy in a beat up rusted Ford
my Chevy had a tire that was flat
Tried to sing along but noticed I was getting bored
who would write a song as long as that
Painted in a corner in a room shaped like a ball
brushing up a bit before I go
Mixing darker colors than are found out in the hall
thinking that the den would never know
Wrote a stupid poem that I posted here on soup
saw there was a multitude of views
Went to read the comments, found that none I did recoup
gobsmacked and bamboozled and confused
10/25/18
Written for the: What Gobsmacks, Bamboozles and Confuses Me Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
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
Why must I have a make-up of a fool?
Leaving me with horrors of my past
The past that mirror a fractured heart
And a sinking dream
Driving me to a hollow of absent-mindedness
Why must I feast with a toothless ghost?
When its life has vanished into nothingness
With no hope for today
And maybe tomorrow
But filled with regrets of yesterday
Why must I sit in the council of bamboozles?
And allow them to fill me with nonsense
Teaching me how to live for today
With no plan for tomorrow
Burying tomorrow in the grave
They call ‘it will take care of itself’
Why must I give my love to someone?
Who does not appreciate beautiful things?
Locking my happiness in the cells of a union
That will not see the day light.
Why must believe an idea
Even if it does not dish out my needs
Only praying it works one day
Trusting the gods will perform magic
Why must I be pressured to marry?
When I have not found my missing rib
All in the name of pleasing society
Putting out of my mind, they will be absent
When its problems start slapping me in the face
Why must I pretend to be happy?
When I know my heart has a deep cut
And I cannot beam with smiles
Knowing well that my sensitivity
Has been locked up in cells of my recent past
And my feelings are no more animate
Why must I pretend to be some else?
Why must I pretend to be you?
When you know I cannot be you
Why must I make you happy?
When you know making you happy
Makes me sad
Allow me to find the light
That penetrates all darkness
Because all I want to be is the best me.
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
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.
Those L O N G Register Receipts
I move up as next on the line.
She checks out my rations just fine.
Some milk, eggs, and bread
are pushed up ahead
when packer, to bag, does assign.
But then, my receipt, oh my lord,
keeps coming and coming, I'm floored!
For sure, half-yard long...
I'm thinking what's wrong?
Three items grants me this reward?
A chance to win thousands someday
if I take an hour-long survey.
Some coupons to use
that somehow, I'll lose;
a waste of good paper, I say!
A web address I can go to,
to comment if checker came thru,
with service that's good...
did all that she should;
for that, print more coupons in view.
So glad to get this off my chest,
for here in my household at rest,
long twirls of receipts...
for me are no treats.
Such stupid waste still unaddressed!
Sandra M. Haight
~4th Place~
For "What Gobsmacks, Bamboozles and Confuses Me"
Contest sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
Judged: 11/11/2018
Why when waiting for a bus
You contemplate as time goes by
Should I walk and make no fuss
Will I be left here high and dry
So off you go
You start to walk
All on your own
No one to talk
What’s that I hear, as sounds get near
Of buses driving fast
Then two by two as if to sneer
They do not stop
they drive right past
Why is it
when you diligently always pack a brolly
Where it stays rolled up and hiding
at the bottom of your trolley
The sun will always shine each day
from Mondays through to Sundays
But once there is no brolly
at the bottom of your trolley
The rain comes down and soaks you
right through into your undies
And last of all that dreaded queue
So which one will you choose
Well you can always guarantee
As others pass you rapidly
That when you spy the till in sight
She closes up and says Good Night
From Eastbourne down to Arkansas
Queues are the same
It’s such a bore
There is a law that tells you why
Without a brolly rain pours from the sky
And buses always come in twos
To frustrate you get you confused
Sod is the reason
He made the law
It’s known Worldwide
It is Sod’s Law……
Entry to Gobsmacks, Bamboozles and Confuses Me
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
23Oct2018
Seeing figures and shades that hint orange spirits.
Orange wants to intermingle with
other colors to make eerie paintings.
It bamboozles me how individuals can sense
paintings’ merits in a gallery.
After the four glasses of chardonnay, I realize
what everyone saw in paintings.
The only quandary was now everything is moving.
They say paintings make sense even down to every smudge.
The men here look like wine waiters in their suits.
I wear a button-down shirt. The women
here in elegant dresses show their ego
by the sapphire broaches and emerald earrings.
I was not here for the art but
to see how people alter
appearances. A sonnet about people
who transform exclusively
for art is a luring theme.
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