Best Befuddles Poems
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)
Categories:
befuddles, daughter, mother
Form:
Personification
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
Categories:
befuddles, analogy, appreciation, bereavement, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
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....
Categories:
befuddles, cute love, devotion, sad
Form:
Free verse
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.
Categories:
befuddles, political,
Form:
Rhyme
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
Categories:
befuddles, fate, house,
Form:
Rhyme
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
Categories:
befuddles, art, imagination, love, me,
Form:
ABC
[ to the tune of My Favorite Things ]
Raindrops on dew drops and ponds formed by puddles,
Praising when phrasing bewilders, befuddles,
Nice sounding lyrics that don’t mean a thing,
This is what too much sun on your head brings.
Horses short courses on bucking a rider.
Who died, the fly or the spider inside her?
Dropping your pants to go mooning at night,
These are the thoughts when your head isn’t right.
When the dog flees
'cuz the flea bites
right there on his pad,
I simply wrap up in aluminum foil
'cuz that cuts down on the rad.
Nonsensical popsicles, strange yellow ice;
If this were snow, would you still think it nice?
You’re in a field standing there by a stream.
Wake up! You are drooling and starting to dream.
When the tree bark
is collected
in a bag of mulch,
I dump it all out on the new flower bed
and throw the bag in the gulch.
Mowing the roses and drowning the kittens,
strangling puppies with strings from your mittens.
Things that you think when your fever won’t break.
Just how much more of this nonsense can you take?
He confuses,
Runs off muses,
I amuse myself.
I get all my books down and dust them all off
And put them back on the shelf.
Categories:
befuddles, nonsense, parody,
Form:
Lyric
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
Categories:
befuddles, marriage,
Form:
Sonnet
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!
Categories:
befuddles, adventure
Form:
Sonnet
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!
Categories:
befuddles, weather,
Form:
Rhyme
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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Categories:
befuddles, anger, angst, dark, health,
Form:
Rhyme
TO KNOW THE WHYS OF A COW
IS TO KNOW WHY GOD CREATED MAN
A cow looks at the full moon standing on a sloping hillside
it looks straight at the moon as if it were waiting for an answer
the beast does not move but keeps staring
looking for answers that are not forthcoming
The moon offers no response
the cow bored ambles down the hill, bell around its neck clanging
nobody will ever know why the cow stared at the moon
waiting for wisdom that would not come
Rosebuds turn rusty brown and yellow before dropping groundward
the difference between the cow staring at the moon
and the rosebuds falling simultaneously is slight and incongruous
certain occurrences in life will remain a mystery
The quiet of the Thames estuary is still today
save for the ganders fretting about in the mud
the world appears calm on this day of our Lord
unfortunately humans abound so calm is suspect
Half way around the world evil forces stir
the Bear (Russia) restless gets up from his slumber
ready to do combat on the small of its kingdom
ready to shake the world with pretense
Somewhere else maybe towards the west
an Eagle makes ready for war, it always stays ready
inevitably, chances are they will meet in battle
with dire consequences for all living things
The Eagle readies for the fray
always preparing to be up for the task
there’s one thing the Eagle always has on his side
the willingness to hang himself with the rope he bought
As eagles will do when catching prey in flight
they’ll cling to their quarry even if it means falling
and killing themselves on the rocks below
they will never let go
This is one mystery of nature’s dichotomy that forever befuddles cows.
Categories:
befuddles, courage, mystery, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Now, gather ye roond an ye listen well.
I have me a story, I have a tale tae tell,
Of a young man born near these hills of green
Who wandered these dales and was again never seen
Why he went there we may never know.
Where blood was spilt for the devil's throne.
We all know tis not a place t'be,
For tis a road leading to purgatory.
Some nights the devil screams n the old devil calls
He befuddles our minds with his cattawalls.
This may be how he got that poor wee man.
He got drawn out there for the evil plan.
He never struggled, never put up a fight.
His eyes had glazed, they had lost all sight.
But, once upon those moonlit plains.
His eyes awoke and ice filled his veins.
The moonlight pierced those nighttime clouds.
Exposing the evil that the darkness shrouds.
He tried to flee, over Hill and dale.
He tried to escape, but to no avail.
That devil whispered in his ear "ye have nowhere tae run and nowhere t'hide"
The youth,he screamed,he wailed and he cried.
Faster still and on he raced.
But that old devil followed and just kept pace.
On he ran and he could feel it near.
He could hear the whispers in his ear.
"ye should not have come, now ye cannae leave,
you're soul is mine ye'll get no reprieve".
That poor young soul knew he would surely die.
No matter how far he ran, or tried to fly.
I believe that Boy is running still.
I hear his cries so loud and shrill.
As nightfall comes on this cursed land.
You must watch out, for death's cold hand.
Lock ye widows an lock ye doors.
For When nightfall comes you stay off those moors.
If you listen hard on a moonlit night.
Ye'll hear his screams and ye'll hear his fright.
That wee young man is running still.
As that evil thing tries to make his kill
Categories:
befuddles, evil, fantasy, fate,
Form:
Rhyme
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
Categories:
befuddles, sleep,
Form:
Sonnet
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.
Categories:
befuddles, city,
Form:
Rhyme