Best Bamboozling Poems
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.
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.
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Penned on November 01, 2014!
Great Scot
that trot
on gnomes
and domes
Bamboozling, casting spells in dark site
Roaming and iridescent like sprite
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...
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
There emanates a point in your life
when you recognize who actually matters,
who never did, and who always will.
Who`s words gave you a curious satisfaction,
as when a coin, tested, rings true gold.
Someone who come to your rescue and brightened
so many of your routine days.
Someone who never turned his back on you
or told you that you wasn’t good enough
or let you down.
Someone who can perceive the reality
and agony in you even when you are bamboozling everyone else.
Someone who talk to you,
with a voice soft and sweet as a tune that one knows.
Who gives you love that sings and has wings as a bird.
Someone who crack you up with laughter,
And touch your heart with their kindness.
Someone who went through so much pain and who still have time
for you.
Someone who discerns the track in your soul
and can croon it back to you when you have forgotten the lyrics.
Someone who is fanciful
and extravagant as a caliph's dream.
Who`s friendship is pure as the naked heavens.
Someone who can take your hand and comfort your tears,
hold you and soothe your fears.
Someone who is as precious as the, diamond which sinked,
when the titanic sanked.
Someone who makes you giggle,
even when you think you'll never smile again.
Someone who fills your life up
like a cup with bubbling and sparkling liquor.
Someone you tell your secrets deep,
and trust them in your heart you’ll keep.
Someone to hold your hand,
or a hug to say I care.
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
Ahh, we meet again my foe
Away is one place you seem to never go.
Trying to drag me in to your delicious lust,
So full of temptation, I'm fixin' to bust!
"Come on," you say. "Just one little bite,"
"No, no," I reply. "My jeans are already too tight!"
Now and then you make me succumb
Then your lusciousness makes me go numb
Your sweet talk tip-toes inside my ear
One of many things I do not wish to hear
For it puts me to a challenge, the worst at most
For I know if you win you will never cease to boast
STOP bamboozling me into your splendor!
Even if you are so tender!
Against you and your flavor I hold the deepest grudge,
So I bid you adieu, my dearest friend------ Fudge.
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...
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
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.
Wherefore the pride in being proud?
Whence the deciduos beauty once to be moulded by a shroud.
Wherefore the exhilarition and glory in war ?
Whence these vain citadels brim out only harrowing tears.
Wherefore the joy in bamboozling others?
Whence from sin can't we run or escape neither.
Wherefore the pleasure in speaking irony?
Whence pronouncing the sweet can act as sweet as honey.
Wherefore the divide between richness and poverty?
Whence one notion stands before God and thats equality.
Wherefore the grief in the death of nears and dears one's?
Whence no tears brims while passes away others.
We have the knowledge of all these and still;
Mind will be in its own place till enlightment in our mind gets filled.
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.
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PENNED ON JULY 03, 2014!
Unlike this papa akin
to being racked, raided,
and raked with hot coals
during his adolescence devoid of
a social network and academic goals
if possible to magnify
psyche, one would see
mostly a torn shred of holes
thy youngest (of deux) daughters
did not agitate
as much as myself, asper being
emotionally isolated, a miserable fate
she participated with
supportive services how grate
full (this once psychologically dead papa),
progeny did not experience
chronic severe hate
Shana (Punim) blessed by fate
while a Lower Merion
High School student did great
fully experience positive
munificent interpersonal bounty,
she didst illustrate
with smiles all around her countenance,
which sophomore socialization better late
than never, which friendlessness
(that didst plague this papa),
thee progeny didst obviate
thus, this poem
(to no one in particular),
expresses how I appreciate
the plethora of supportive
services, to ameliorate
bugaboo sans inferiority complex,
(ran rampant within self)
where mine imaginary
pals did commiserate
nonetheless, aye envy thine
begotten Harris heiress,
whose self esteem positively bolstered
ensure ring a confidential boost,
and now doth demonstrate
how remedial, and extracurricular activities
during and after class respectively,
combatted cognitive delay,
warding off bullies,
who did grate, humiliate
and interrogate, this middle aged
(he's a good) fellow,
Johnny come late
lee to the "NON FAKE" game of life
changing strengthened soul asylum
primary, secondary, and tertiary grades
where whip sawed, pejoratively emasculated
hoary golem, unstintingly bruiting, brow beating
and bamboozling gremlins
wrought zealous destruction!
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.