Best Befuddle Poems
Ancient Alien Earthman
Captivating galaxies numbering more
than grains of sand carpeting a shore
Spheres orbiting stellar giants of yore
a plethora of exquisite jewels and ore
Humans should revel in their inclusion
amid a choreographed mystic creation
Flawlessly crafted objects of perfection
an orchestrated symphonic conception
Corroded vision envelops bigoted eyes
antediluvian blinders befuddle the wise
Deep consternations must be liberated
dread of unknowns willfully annihilated
Distant worlds peculiar and enchanting
purple skies bring snowflakes in spring
Hopefulness aroused by emerald moon
patiently await solar heat not monsoon
Wanderlust evokes interstellar journeys
light years away towards a dark furnace
Emanating celestial wonders exude elan
Starman greets Ancient Alien Earthman!
3/21/2022
8:20 p.m.
Lake Worth
Florida USA
Categories:
befuddle, adventure, creation, humanity, space,
Form:
Rhyme
The world's changing so fast
forever dreams no longer tend to last.
Time swiftly slips away,
it seemed, but yesterday
life was all about play,
and yet, those moments all lie in the past.
My hair is mostly gone,
old age advances with each breaking dawn.
I can no longer run
and have no time for fun;
friends have dwindled to one,
and I've learned that I'm no king; I'm a pawn.
Cell phones befuddle me,
their screens are complex and too small to see.
And they connect online;
though most would say that's fine,
I can't even use mine;
and what's an alternate reality?
I'm like yesterday's news,
just a cranky old man with a short fuse.
And to tell you the truth,
it does not take a sleuth;
to see, I spent my youth,
and it's left me with a case of the blues.
Categories:
befuddle, age, angst, anxiety, blue,
Form:
Rhyme
world's trouble
dark sky...
depression subtle
i deny...
emotions muddle
i sigh...
thoughts befuddle
i belie...
tears puddle
i cry...
God subtle
I comply...
Divine cuddle
I rely...
Believer's huddle
I ally...
Blessings double
Blue sky...
Categories:
befuddle, blessing, depression, devotion, encouraging,
Form:
Monorhyme
How does one compete with a Frost or a Keats,
a Dickinson or Whitman for words,
how can we say in our language today
what we feel within has been stirred.
Like those in our past who intrinsically grasped
the secrets to living and more,
their visions, dreams, and ideas it seems
came through their own secret doors.
I make no pretense I could ever dispense
the levels of beauty they wrought,
Wordsworth, Thoreau, Tennyson, and Poe
A sampling of pure genius thought.
The list could on from Homer to Donne,
Psalms to Shakespeare and Blake,
but this I know well, they cast quite at a spell
on this amateur poet of late.
I beg their forgiveness to think that I may
hold a candle to a stanza or line,
that any one of them penned, each one a Godsend,
still echoing throughout time.
Dare I call them “exalted ones”
though fading voices by and by,
I wonder if in one hundred years
will they still bring smiles and sighs?
Will the books remain with all their names,
and thoughts and deeds be told,
will some still grasp the readers task
is to open wide one’s soul?
I rest my case here in this place
for answers befuddle me,
but I for one am glad they came
and left their lasting, loving legacies.
Categories:
befuddle, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
Are cucumbers cool
As a general rule?
How fresh is a daisy?
Are loons always crazy?
How snug is a bug
When he’s not in a rug?
How gentle are lambs
If not happy as clams?
How clever’s a fox
That’s as dumb as an ox?
How fit is a fiddle
Not clean as a whistle?
Are doornails most dead,
Or are dodos instead?
Is it drier than toast
To say “deaf as a post”?
Such puzzles befuddle and much mystify
Till suddenly you see they’re as easy as pie!
Categories:
befuddle, funny, humor, humorous,
Form:
Light Verse
Weaving Forms
Abc, Abecedarian, acrostic, alliteration alexandrine
Salaam, sehraa senyru, sestina, sijo, shape, sonnet
The list of forms of writing poesy is hopelessly endless
O angels of all these poetic forms I worship thee blindly!
When didst thou all give an audience to man to school him
On these plethora of poetic forms to befuddle the muddlehead?
Never had I heard such scary terms before joining Poetry Soup
Life and poetry were much easier with no tensions no insomnia
Simply pouring out my uncontrollable thoughts and emotions
I cringe when I read of restrictions of limited lines in poetic forms
My ice-creams don't melt, autumn strolls have to to be cut short
Get mad as a hornet whether to write señorita a sonnet or sonetto
Nayda, I enjoy weaving my prosaic didactic and euphoric thoughts
Into my qasida with alliterations, imageries, allusions humorously
(FIRST
October 29, 2015
Contest: Which Is Your Favourite Form Of Poetry?
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron)
*This poem is a satiric amalgamation of many forms-sonnet, qasida, acrostic (in parts-eg, line 1&2, 3-5, 6&7-for the purpose of parody), humour....
*Qasida (weaving) is a satirical Persian form, opens with a short prelude, the nasib, which is elegiac in mood and is intended to gain the audience’s involvement
* in this parody I have used the alliteration in the first two lines as a 'nasib'
* In the last line the pun is used for weaving
*Have given 'Shape' or 'Creative Outlay' to the poem
*Have made use of many literary devices-alliteration, allusions, imageries, metaphors....
FIRST
Judged on April 5, 2016
For Casarah Nance's Favourite Poetry
June 19, 2016
For Laura Loo
First Place Only-2
Categories:
befuddle, allusion, humor, hyperbole, imagery,
Form:
Light Verse
As my mind flows through
the dark mysteries of self,
in conflict, I raise the flag
of defeat,
for the lost years
bring sorrow untold.
Still, kindly given
are the years that
melt through my fingers,
ever lighting the way
to deeper truth,
And I cannot be
but humbled
to succumb
to ancient knowledge.
These memes of
disjointed tongues,
ever seeking to
devise ways to
befuddle simplicity.
Categories:
befuddle, appreciation, life, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse
MIND BLOWER –
JOURNAL XIII
Dreams can be weird
crazy. True.
But a totally
senseless dream can
disorient you,
Befuddle your first
waking minutes.
Like, this wildness
has lasted so long
into sleep
As to literally
infect the waking
awareness.
One must now
examine, carefully,
one’s daily
routine to
regain sanity.
Brushing teeth – you
are an artist
painter
cleaning The
Waling Wall.
Putting on your
clothes – you
imagine you’re
laying on
skin.
You step into the
kitchen gingerly –
you might
be atop a high
precipice.
Fortunately the
first cup of coffee
brings you
back – it
looks muddy, but
tastes o.k.
In the last few I
determine to pinch
myself
awake.
Sanity is very dear.
Alzheimer’s could be
near.
Categories:
befuddle, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
Potty Parity
I sadly think when I have to go badly
that perhaps it’s petty, but were I a man
then I would already be in the can!
When Freud enjoyed his heavy levy
that women have toyed with “***** envy”,
maybe he meant these frequent lines we resent!
If annoyed women employed their un-“suppressed” quest
against the rarity of “potty parity”,
we could befuddle Freud in his zest to muddle
through women’s very best “protest puddle”!
- E. V. Wyler -
Categories:
befuddle, anger, gender, humor, light,
Form:
Lyric
It continues to befuddle my inquisitive mind
why many of you have attacked and maligned
vaccines, and have decided to become aligned
with other naysayers. Are you physically blind?
It's not amusing when false dogma spreads terror
Your claims are outrageous and uttered in error
Open your eyes to the truth, and be a torchbearer
instead of creating hysteria as a rankled despairer.
I'm not suggesting you wear rose-colored shades,
but stop throwing darts at hearts and live grenades
at those fighting for the right cause in the crusades.
Life or death is not a game to play like charades.
I wonder how you'd feel if one you loved had died
for refusing to allow a needle to pierce their hide.
Would you admit your theories had been cockeyed
or pig-headedly insist, "Vaccinations are unjustified."
Remove the cloth binding your eyes. Set yourself free
of lies sweetened with rhetoric, so we all might be
safer in a world that's not destined for its apogee.
Listen, if you refuse to see. Please consider this plea.
October 5, 2021
This or That, Vol 7 Contest - Hysterical Blindness
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Categories:
befuddle, feelings,
Form:
Rhyme
A man believed all a fuddle
Began to bath in a puddle
Each day would begin
With him jumping in
His family to him they did scuttle
They gather close by in a huddle
Voices low he heard nothing but muddle
But still there he lay
Tis himself on display
His goal was but to befuddle
Categories:
befuddle, fun, funny,
Form:
Limerick
A piece of my heart died today
As I saw a yellow leaf fall from a tree
Reminding me of that day so grey
When Death took my friend from me.
A piece of my heart has a hole
Where once your friendship was there
Now it’s gone leaving a crushed soul
With a terrible rip, a cruel tear.
A piece of my heart cannot grow,
White numbness replaces the red;
“Time heals” they say, but it’s so slow,
Mental wounds befuddle the head.
A piece of my heart bears each Name
Of ones still fondly missed;
Rich memories continue to remain,
Cherished photos are often kissed…
Categories:
befuddle, bereavement, death of a
Form:
Rhyme
A lot of fancy gizmos befuddle me in this technological age,
Where perplexing computers, texting and twittering are all the rage!
I can empathize with the feller who renounced horse and buggy days,
To subdue the baffling horseless carriage that became all the craze!
Clyde Schlunk reluctantly retired his faithful horse and buggy wheels.
He was the first in town to own one of those new fangled automobiles!
'Twas simple to harness a horse, feed him oats and shoe him all those years.
Now he must master complex clutches, cranks and shifting gears!
'Twas hard to break years of habits spent driving a buggy and horse.
He still had his buggy whip near at hand in the automobile of course!
When trying to stop the machine he'd yell, "Whoa! Nellie! Whoa!"
As he tried to avoid a tree or slid through slippery sleet and snow!
His erratic driving terrified chickens, horses and little old ladies,
As he whipped about that sedate little town like a bat out of Hades!
The only pain he suffered from his horse was a kick now and then.
But when cranking the carriage he busted his knuckles over and over again!
He still hollered "haw" to turn to the left and "gee" to turn to the right!
Did the town folks' ridicule bother him? Not by a blame sight!
Clyde never learned how to control those forty horses under the hood.
He couldn't rein 'em in causing all sorts of havoc in the neighborhood!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 2 in Joyce Johnson's "Your Very Best" Contest - February 2011
Categories:
befuddle, funnyhorse,
Form:
Rhyme
Hiaku a la Horn
Prim donna did pierce
Both of my ears pretty fierce
Each one hardly hears.
Knew from beginning
Ahead after last inning
We will be winning.
One of my big goals
Kick football between two polls
Then have choice of bowls.
Sickness does appear
When certain symptoms are near
Hope won't have it here.
Was a rebuttal
Which us seemed to befuddle
So we should scuttle.
Before it was found
We had to look all around
Top down to the ground.
Saw a big beaver
On team was a receiver
Even told big tales.
When you would ask me
If better want things to be
Live in land of free.
We want to be sent
America place I meant
Was no accident.
Loved it from the start
We came here from miles apart
Then had change of heart.
With us we will bring
You who always seems to sing
Rock and roll or swing.
Drumstick do prefer
Certainly loud noise for sure
More then can endure.
Thought that it was such a waste of space
putting one small, three line haiku all
on one page.
James Hilarious Thesarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
Categories:
befuddle, humor,
Form:
Haiku
When I try to blend in
They tell me to preserve my identity
Don’t try too hard; don’t be a wannabe
If I be myself, I stick out like a weed
Or am labeled a rebel
Who makes the rules and boundaries
Don’t see anybody with a blinding halo
Your guardians and nuances befuddle me
And I cannot kowtow to thee
You’re a conundrum to me, society
Written on:09/21/2016
Contest:What is society
Categories:
befuddle, society,
Form:
Blank verse