Best Bewilder Poems
Music of Love
On cloudless, starry, starry nights,
you sit on your moonlit patio,
under the cool canopy of Royal Poinciana trees
showing-off their flamboyant scarlet petals.
Cradling your beloved cello between your legs,
you plunge into a vortex of musical love.
Skillfully drawing your bow, you fine-tune her;
testing for perfect fifths, you arouse her.
She thrills you with every expert caress
flowing from your fine, familiar fingertips,
so intimate, sensitive, and silky soft.
Tenderly titillating her, you bewilder
even the stars with your playing,
as the most melodic, harmonious music
breathlessly, seductively emanates from her soul…
more melodiously profound than the sweet,
nocturnal song of an amorous nightingale.
Together you two eviscerate the ills of the day
as you embrace her close to your heart,
plucking and stroking her sonorous strings.
An ardent lover, you tantalize her,
releasing a dulcet, celestial sonata
that causes even the passing breeze
to shimmer and quiver in jealous ecstasy.
Charmed, captivated, and curious,
as if sipping wine from the Holy Grail,
you thirst and hunger to delve and discover
the essence of her innermost secrets.
Lovingly romancing her with every touch,
she senses your love is not fallacious;
for like warm molasses, her music melts…
seeping into your brain, your heart, your very being.
And your soul passionately pulsates with the pure,
rhythmic melody of your cello’s divine voice.
06-17-2018
Contest: Eight Word Challenge – 7 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Placement: 1st
8 Words:
Fallacious, Eviscerate, Curious, Bewilder, Plunge, Tantalize, Vortex, Scarlet
Categories:
bewilder, beautiful, love, music, romantic,
Form:
Personification
SWIMMING UPSTREAM
It seems I always
swim upstream
against the current.
re-creating struggles
of conflicting contradictions
and unsweetened scripts
at odds with others
in deeds and words
a emotional dissonance
played out over a lifetime.
banged and buffered hard
against the onflow;
prevailing opposites rush
to assail my efforts
intent on wearing me down
scraping, scarring, challenging
calling me out with
harsh ridicule and doubt
why must I cause stirred sediments
to muddy, blind and bewilder me
blurring reason so that
what is seen as truth
often becomes mixed
with drama and ambivalence?
how righteous is the direction
of this timeless stream?
shall I swim with it or against it?
go one way or the other;
does it really matter?
I cannot give up
I cannot relent...
this is who I am
a person searching
for kindred spirits
to swim backward
with me
against the current.
to find some direction,
some marker that guides
this hurrier to a another plane
of purposeful existence.
SYNOPSIS
I think most people at some time are contrarian.
Some from the start; others in their teens.
Some all through their life.
I can't remember being otherwise.
In retrospect, am I really that different
or do I use it an excuse
to be noticed? Perhaps both.
CAK 10-13-12013
Categories:
bewilder, conflict, confusion, life, psychological,
Form:
Blank verse
My mind is dark with the thoughts of doom
Shadows of death and miseries loom
I wish I could try and fight
The stench of death and darkness of night
Many thoughts bewilder my soul
My heart bleeds through a jagged hole
Why do I have to kill to live?
Why don’t I have happiness to give?
My heart screams for an explanation
My soul cries for salvation
Why is my hand smeared in blood?
Why is everyone around me dead?
I walk through the graveyard of people I killed
Was this the death that god willed
Why was I the harbinger of death?
Why was it me who laid them to rest?
I live a life that I rather not dare
My nights are an endless nightmare
Why can’t I be released from this living hell?
Why don’t I have someone to tell?
Will I ever escape? Will I ever be free?
Will I ever be pardoned? Will my life ever be merry?
All I ask my God is sanity
All I need from me is humanity
I have killed to live, I have lived to kill
Done acts I am not proud of
Will I ever have peace to gain?
Or will I need death to live again
Tell me lord; am I not your child?
Weren’t they too, because of me who died?
Was it my fault that I had a gun?
Why didn’t I have a place to run?
Questions in my mind abound
My dreams come back at night to hound
My only release I know is death
I hope it comes soon and me it gets
When death smiles at me with all its charms
I will lie with glee in its waiting arms
Then for sure my soul will be free
And those of the people murdered by me.
Categories:
bewilder, death, depression, hopedeath, god,
Form:
Free verse
Demonically Dispossessed
...man has the ability to express great love,
and dispense great evil...
The legions of darkness descend as they beastly bewilder and offend
The serpents of Babylon attend as their ecumenical evil does extend
In a pandemonium plunge with pernicious pains and succulent sponge
With tenacious tongues they lunge and fast fade away as they expunge
~~~
In their fallacious faculties fermenting feces frolicking the wasteland
Demonic disciples preach profanities before the sanguineous sand
As they efficiently eviscerate exigently under their hellion command
For they are curious to castrate the condemned as their cries demand
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Within their taunting tantalize as hearts bleed amidst the scarlet skies
Their goal the soul to compromise and for love to cripple and capsize
In a vortex venomous vile blasphemous broods of a damnation defile
For we must battle the bile as warriors of light with a sagacious smile.
Music by Slipknot-'The devil in I'
June.28.2018
Eight word challenge-7
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Placed 2'nd
Categories:
bewilder, conflict, evil, fear, humanity,
Form:
Rhyme
Nippy air bites the skin, sunlight trails off in a sky so morose;
bare trees contemplate the yellow grass below mourning their lost splendor;
be that messenger of the Season's Greetings and avoid being sad and alone...
welcome to my holiday home at this special time of the year!
Assist me in decorating the pine-scented and candle-lit rooms ,
of my lair; please, come in and accept my hospitality with ardor;
let's chat over dinner and sparkling wine until darkness looms...
welcome to my holiday home at this special time of the year!
Anticipate the thrill of the Holidays with a big smile spreading cheer:
dream of snow, of Santa riding his sleigh from the cold North Pole;
he'll remember every good kid who has shown obedience and grace...
welcome to my holiday home at this special time of the year!
I looked for a Christmas Tree crossing the snowy boardline,
searching the nearest forest for the tallest, prittiest one
with the help of neighbors who had a good will and no fear...
welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year!
So much I will share and learn this Holiday Season announcing a divine birth
to the Earth below brightened by candles, twinkling lights and mirth;
admire my decorations of garlands and golden bells to make you merrier...
welcome to my Holiday home at this very special time of year!
Family, friends and neighbors gather around this fireplace that will bewilder us,
let's remember the wonderful birth of our Savior Jesus, who came to visit us;
hear the song of the angels echoing through the chilly air...
welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year!
Categories:
bewilder, history, holiday, inspirational, love,
Form:
Kyrielle
HELP
The CAPTCHA took me by surprise tonight
Letters became ghouls in my mind’s eye
I listed them—
Noted them; words...begging, crying out for me
STAY
CAPTCHA was merely mocked
By millions of viewers on keyboards
I imagined all—
Tears began to fall
LOST
How may I help you, CAPTCHA?
Are you merely what they say?
Is there more—
Tell me, I pray
AAND
You bewilder my senses with your emptiness
The computer became my way to you
But all I could do—
Was imitate
CRYY
I began to imagine someone stuck in CAPTCHA
A place where they harbored the weak
They took what they pleased—
Allowed them to speak
NNOW
Today it was happening and evermore
There was a reason I came to know
And now—
I want to know more
FOLL
I swallowed air and typed in the words
Feeling worthless and absurd
I began to believe—
There was more to this irrational dream
XOW3
The screen went black and then I was sure
I couldn’t doubt it anymore
The CAPTCHA wanted me—
The letters suddenly blurred and unseen
CAPTCHA
CAPTCHA
Let them go
CAPTCHA
CAPTCHA
Full of woe
CAPTCHA
CAPTCHA
Take me now
CAPTCHA
CAPTCHA
Tell me how to
CAPTCHA
CAPTCHA
Set them free
CAPTCHA
CAPTCHA
Knowing is free
Knowing is free
MMEE
For years I have copied your codes
Knowing you are there
Me—it’s me
Crying in the dark pit of despair
AAND
Though empty your words are to me
They are all I hear
All I fear—
In four letters on this electric trap
XXBX
What am I to do?
To follow would weary my soul
To save—
Would take its toll
FREE
What is this foreign word my dear?
Oh, how can you cut and paste it in my mind so clear?
Free—and then?
Close your eyes and count to ten
The victims of the CAPTCHA remain a mystery to us all
Yet still we stare at the codes and merely imitate them
We are zombies staring our lives away
Trapped in CAPTCHA’s claws
Sad, deprived. . .
CAPTURED
I speak your language to stop this cruelty:
THEE 2TRUE TH78 IS9X BEF4 HOUR VERY EYES
Though we choose not to see
We choose not to fight
We choose only to IMITATE
We merely copy and paste
CRYY
CRYY
CRYY
GOOD
BAYE
BAYE
BAYE
Categories:
bewilder, absence, abuse, addiction, america,
Form:
Free verse
Dear God, please grant me Your wisdom*, without defilement
…but so pure along sanctification’s fulfillment
Teach me Your truth against sinfulness-detriment
…never fallacious in assuring my redemption’s eternal settlement!
Oh, I need Your wisdom, without turmoil
…but so peaceable along spirituality’s oil
Lead me from downfalls that eviscerate my strength in distress-spoil
…for my surrendered servanthood’s joyful toil!
Give me Your wisdom, without rudeness
…but so gentle along charity’s kindness
Forgive me in my plunge into vanity and worldliness
…as You rescue me from the vortex of hatred’s heaviness!
I beg for Your wisdom, without terror
…but so merciful along patience’s ardor
Instructing me with Your principles of honor
…that direct my curious soul for discernment’s fervor!
Uphold me by Your wisdom, without damage
…but so good along fruitfulness’ package
Drive me to Your standards of heavenly advantage
…while guarding me from compromises that tantalize my spiritual courage!
I need Your wisdom, without partiality
…but so fair along judgment’s authority
Illumine me thru Your holiness shining with integrity
…to confront deceits that bewilder with their destructive falsity!
Thank you for Your wisdom, without hypocrisy
…but so honest along Scriptures’ supremacy
Enlighten me midst stain of scarlet secrecy
…for my Christian walk’s virtuous consistency!
*1Chronicles 22:12 Only the LORD give thee wisdom and understanding...
June 24, 2018
3rd Place, "8-Word Challenge" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton; judged on 6/29/2018.
Categories:
bewilder, christian, courage, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
Bewilder was my middle name as I felt lost and torn
experiencing fallacious feelings before the hike that nothing would go wrong
going on the Appalachian Trail had always been my goal
but unrealistically couldn't eviscerate the rough terrains soil
I had hiked off the beaten path to obtain some privacy
curious I looked around for a thick bush or a hidden tree
finally crouching down I let all my inhibitions go
as I watched the steady stream of pent up urine flow
Disoriented I looked to my right and my left
as the scarlet ball in the sky was about to set
my mind became a vortex of worried thoughts
wondering what had happened to the compass I had bought
On a whim and a prayer I tried to call home
but being in the deep woods there was no signal for cell phones
with dusk enveloping my environment I took out my trusty flashlight
wondering if I should venture further left or to the right
As I walked I heard in the distance a coyote let out a wild cry
as I thanked God for the flashlight and the full moon in the sky
thick branches of pine trees molested my passing form
as I found a clearing and set up camp while waiting for dawn
I tossed and turned nervously and let out many sighs
and heard eerie noises while sleep did tantalize
finally nodding off from exhaustion I woke up to sunrise
packing up my gear to go on my back for another ride
Hiking for what seemed like miles I heard a blessed noise
and going in that direction I spied two teenage boys
who helped me get back to the AT which I thought would be so much fun
and while driving back to civilization still proud I had taken the plunge.
6-19-18
Categories:
bewilder, anxiety, lost,
Form:
Rhyme
You’d cheated in the past, I'd felt so lost and alone
so I’m curious when you go outside to use your phone
Then you won’t let that darn mobile out of your sight
fallacious rows ensue; just where were you last night?
You say that you were working, you’re a jobbing builder
yet this extra work now gives me cause to bewilder
Then you tantalize me; say you’re telling the truth
and that you’re no longer bedding that floozy Ruth
I ask to see your phone, needing indisputable proof
that your affair’s really over between you and Ruth
You head for the door, and just turn your back on me
your continued infidelity is crystal clear for me to see
Next thing I know you begin packing your suitcase
say you’ll stay with a pal, that you need some space
The red mist comes down; I grab a long kitchen knife
plunge it deep into your chest, thereby ending your life
A vortex of scarlet blood splatters onto the kitchen floor
I eviscerate your body; as a surgeon I’ve done this before
Later I scroll through your call logs, to my shock and surprise
there's no calls to other women, you'd not been telling me lies!
Eight Word Challenge 7 Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Words used Fallacious, Eviscerate, Curious, Bewilder, Plunge,Tantalize Vortex, Scarlet
6/21/18
Categories:
bewilder, dark, deep,
Form:
Rhyme
I solicit, can I be
your man, man of
dreams,
She smiled and
responds with
nihilism,
I startle with
embarrassment,
Nevertheless, she
kept on spiting with
criticism,
I lost and tears
bulged out from the
eyes,
Expel not this time
with pessimism,
In wonder and in
dilemma of bewilder
ness,
Fell down from edge
of optimism,
And truly I can only
yearn and pine,
Can’t I fetch her
with the power of
magnetism,
Here the word and
world lives, the
status,
Before which I can’t
stand with equalism,
Alas here a man live
with the loss of
hope,
Saying this love is,
“the theory of
illusionism,
And to beginning
alarmed of your
ways,
Not more than
pretension and
fusionism,
Quit this all plays
and leave a solace,
Can’t I bear your
yoke of fascism,
Of thy oppression
and cruelty,
So Shahid, be in the
shadow of
bachelorism.
Shahid Hussain
Chouhdry
Categories:
bewilder, first love,
Form:
Ghazal
The distant past
whishpers across
the lonelly valleys echo
with fear and distrust
It captures the heart
And takes it to a ride
Their echoes sre heard
In that distant past
The valleys listen
And bow down in honour
Their red tears
Afraid of wiping them
Reality hidden far away
Far away in the distant past
In heart muscles they align
Just above reality
When the echoes open their heart
We get dismayed
Lonesome bewilder our hearts
The hearts that soon crumble
They soon meet with the ancestors
Who in a rude shock wonder
How soon and young we join them
The echoes remain still
Untill the valleys
Stop whispering
but our hearts are a battlefield
Where emotions fight
the fight of unending battles
untill soon we depart
Categories:
bewilder, first love, relationship, retirement,
Form:
Free verse
Time To Let Go
A handful of paper and worn ticket stubs
So many downed trees and rainforest shrubs
Shredded and mashed into paper pulp
The waste o'er the world is enough to make one gulp
Each of these stubs carries a very true tale
Of flights overseas way beyond any pale
Collected and stored for he knew not why
They became an obsession yet in a drawer they did lie
Perhaps when I am old with grandchild on my knee
Stubs strewn 'cross the floor haphazard to see
"Pick one up child and pass it to me
And I'll tell you of that flight and tell the story"
And with the paper in hand I'll smile and I'll start
And bewilder the child with an orator's art
And embellish the truth where I may not recall
And watch the child's face enraptured in thrall.
And bring each worthless stub a life of its own
Enrich the flat card by making each child moan
As they shriek and they clap and they clamour for more
As I return the collection once more to the drawer.
But this is just dreaming -just romantic notion
That wastes idle time and causes commotion.
For there is no grandchild,nor prospect that I see
From my kids who lost interest in my stories and me.
Perhaps one day all this might just change
Then my stories I'll make and history rearrange
Until then I admit and ponder and mutter
That these stubs are old paper and unwanted clutter.
So I emptied the drawer and the stubs will be tossed
If the time comes then I will count the cost.
By then more adventures will have been and gone
I don't think that those grandchildren will ever receive none.
For if that time comes I am sure there'll be more
Flight ticket stubs filling the bottom drawer....
Categories:
bewilder, feelings, introspection, nostalgia,
Form:
Rhyme
How could the weather forecast not tantalize me
To play truant on the eve of Miss Gaybird’s test?
The river would be an invitation the next day
To go and try my luck at catching a tasty trout.
So early next morning I left my mother curious
Wondering where I was heading to, as I carried
My tackle and my fishing rod and prayed for weather fair.
There the river ran its surface shining and calm.
All day I fished, throwing line, reeling in and slacking out.
Alas it seemed too calm for my eventual luck.
Then a light breeze ruffled the surface and I hoped.
After a while the rod bent, I had managed a catch.
I used all my experience while controlling the vortex
Of elation at what I was sure was a big trout,
I had to tread carefully lest it got away and so
I had to plunge into the water, net in hand to land the fish.
In the kitchen, all alone I knew how to eviscerate the trout,
Clean it under running water and put it in the fridge.
My mother would be pleased, I thought. I would bewilder her
With a great barbeque pleasing dinner when dad came home.
Surprise of surprises Miss Gaybird was there, face scarlet
Asking: “What fallacious excuse am I to hear from you?”
There was not much to say except invite her to eat with us.
Which she did and enjoyed it to the full too.
But I got no sympathy from her. I still failed the test.
Categories:
bewilder, fishing,
Form:
Free verse
I wander down a cobbled street,
sodden from rain, heckled by whispers
revealing secrets on this blustery night.
They bewilder me in a surge of confusion
far beyond the juncture of cursory fright.
If this is collusion to drive me insane,
I beg deliverence from their echoing disdain;
Are these callous voices reality or delusion,
taunting me to plunge into depths of despair?
There is no hope of suturing my wounds,
or to eviscerate my harrowed heart.
If I could expunge them from my mind
would that ease the grief caused by the thief
who's bent on ripping my life apart?
Whispers are spilling from invisible lips.
How they tantalize me with false accusation.
My emotions are bereaved by the goading quips.
It's a conceived conspiracy of fallacious blather,
repeatedly mocking me in condemnation.
They've branded me with hot tongues they wield,
burning scars in my ears. Chars that will not heal.
If only I could douse memory's flames. I'm curious
to know if doing so would eliminate this torment.
My body is beaten, slashed by blades of driving rain.
Like shards of glass each raindrop cuts
my skin until blood seeps from the crux of my soul
and life drips away in scarlet flux.
I am wracked with sobs, prostrate with weeping.
And still the hissing voices berate me.
My head is pounding from their petition of jeers.
but I've no confession to give, nor act of contrition.
"Not guilty," I scream, but they won't let me be.
A vortex eddies around my bare feet
and my breathing grows shallow as whispers fade.
Dawn's warm fingers reach out to comfort me,
breaching the darkness on a cobble stone street.
June 25, 2018
8 word challenge-1.Fallacious 2.Eviscerate 3. Curious
4. Bewilder 5. Plunge 6. Tantalize 7. Vortex 8. Scarlet
John Hamilton~host
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Categories:
bewilder, fear, grief,
Form:
Elegy
In the sea of swirling dust that is our infinity
Held together by the breath of Divinity
Infinitesimal microdots are we
Yet megalomania rules our see.
Do ants blindly view themselves as lords of their world
In their intricately marshalled social whirl?
Does the Higgs Boson,if it exists,
Boast worlds invisible to our questing wits?
Majestic laws govern our creation
With life's jigsaw of interconnection
Which mere accident cannot explain
In the welter of our cosmic pain.
Marooned on a piece of grit
We fondly believe that this is it.
We can solve the mystery of our fate
As Dawkins and Hawking blithely state
Improve our instruments to deeper fathom
Into the once indivisible atom
Enhance our telescopes to peer further into space
Life's mystery aye remains to bewilder our gaze.
It is in our DNA always to explore
But no matter how deep nor how far
Our scientific knowledge we advance
Life's mystery aye leads us a merry dance
Yet we must to our nature be true
In trying to find a clear way through
So that we stand proud,tall and justified
But we still remain small and mystified.
Relative is time,the conjuror,
With its tricks of smoke and mirror
In a world that seems so solid
While shimmer its particles pellucid.
Our senses feel that they truly see
But we cannot know reality.
Categories:
bewilder,
Form:
Rhyme