Best Bemused Poems

to sit in the darkroom of silence
trying to remember your name, your face
to gaze upon time's long ribbon of passing
and find the moment, when we...

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in the uncoloured tint of another everyday
amongst the spit polished waxed apples
tightly packed in burlap bags
they walked like minded
in their own burly wrap
oblivious to the...

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"Tease for Two"



“Ein bisschen Zucker 
mit Ihrer Sahne, Sir?“

German accent 
smoky toned 
she purred

Periwinkles suavely winked, 
then played with his -

cufflinks

“Not now Schvee Tart” 
he...

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Life is a beautiful liar,
where hope is a 
graveyard of caterpillars.
Death is an ugly truth,
where virgin butterflies 
flutter immortally.

Love is the only true guide.

Oh my...

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He sits upon the edge of tomorrow,
lost in his little world full of sorrow.
Sands of time have no patience for his pain,
bemused and confused he...

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Winter has stolen the night,  
          A world I have always known, 
  ...

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It has been one hell of a year for him,
so much denial
when propelled into the future
being he was forewarned as a youth,
‘it’s no fun becoming...

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"Dream 1: 4 Weeks in Positano"



Kisses long linger warm lips tasted intense
so sweet like cured Valencia Oranges
lips liquored triple sec not dry drunk on love
softly...

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I always feel hungry
yet dare not complain
it may set a precedent,
believing I am the fodder
the factory keeps feeding on my
infinite illusions.
The Radio talkback show tells...

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Like a mad man
without a plan,
slightly insane,
dancing in the rain,
pixilated dreams
like shallow streams,
leave me bemused,
restless, but amused,
but my soul is tried
from those bullets fired,
when loved...

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Written: October 06, 2023
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I have seen the ample fog, so dense and vast.
It swallowed the world—a look that couldn't last.
I cried and sighed, but there...

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Rhyming Doubles On My Muse's Stern Command

He who Lives, to green woods explore
and bathe in glowing moonlit streams
shall find his Love, begging for more
than pale...

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A funny frog called Mr Snog,
once lived beside a slimy bog,
he was a most peculiar fellow,
his hat was red, his boots were yellow,
his waistcoat was...

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I move lightly at sixty,
a little less than the max.
Any faster, and the sunflower shells I spit
blow back in my face,
and any slower and the...

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The sense of time passing slowly,
has passed.
It moved beyond pace to comprehend,
when my skin turned a spotted grey,
and eyes once focused now open,
to a foggy...

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