Best Bluff Poems
BRING IT ON
Bring your unreachable,
Bring your difficult,
I am tough,
Bring your burdens,
Bring your depressed,
I’ve gone through rough,
Bring your exhausting,
Bring your untouchable,
Know all that stuff,
Bring your unorthodox,
Bring your unspeakable,
Bring on the powerful,
I’ll call their bluff,
Will take them by the scruff,
For I have had enough!
The grumpy Cape skies
whipped wrath unto all of it.
Everybody cried.
April 16, 2014
Blindly back and forth I chase
Some pretty girl’s façade
Instead of finding truth and grace
Each time a charade
Seems like Blind man's Bluff's my game-
Always seek, never find.
Places and faces change, life's still the same
Despair fills my mind.
(chorus)
I'm tired of playing Blind Man's Bluff,
Chasing someone I cannot see.
I want a gal who believes in love,
Who'll commit to me,
Who'll commit to us.
I'll keep on playing Blind Man's Bluff.
I've gone to far to quit.
I'll go on because I believe in love-
Ready to commit.
** continued from part 1, please read that one first **
Willow's Bluff (Part 2)
by Amy Swanson 2.9.2009
The whispers getting louder now,
my screams rose silently
trying to escape my lips,
my arms now beating violently!
"Let me go! What do you want!?"
my mind's voice now demanded
of the whispering captors
who somehow held me, stranded.
The pressure of the moment
held me paralyzed with fear.
Oh how I wish I'd stayed away
and never come in here!
Tightening around my chest
and whispers growing still...
my mind was racing frantically,
my body felt a chill.
And then... a human voice... a light...
the sun gentle and warm...
my eyelids fluttered... I awoke,
completely safe from harm.
My husband leaned down close to me
and said "Are you all right?
You took a spill and konked your head,
you gave us all a fright."
Confused, I nodded slowly
and my eyes turned toward the river
the path I'd taken in my dream was there...!
I felt a shiver.
"Yes, yes, of course, I'm doing fine,
don't worry about me.
I'll be right there, you go ahead,
but first, there's something I must see."
I saw the path, still beckoning
it looked as in my dream...
a little further down the way
...the same unsettling theme.
The cave stood eerily in sight,
but I did not venture in.
A million questions to my mind,
this journey from within.
What did it mean? and how
could I explain what I had seen?
I chose to bury it down deep
and call it ... just a dream.
They say that only fools rush in
where angels fear to tread
walking down an unknown path
can lead straight to the dead.
One thing for certain, deep inside
I know this was not fluff -
so if you find an unknown path...
beware of Willow's Bluff.
An eerie little poem for your enjoyment.
It's fiction but inspired by a little cave I found this weekend on my woodsy walk ;)
(minus the ghostly whispers! "OooooOOOO!" heheh) Also a bit of a message in this one.
Willow's Bluff (Part 1)
by Amy Swanson 2.9.2009
The other day I found myself
restless and ill at ease,
so I thought I'd take a walk
forget my cares in spring's warm breeze.
The forest was so beautiful
and trees, once dead, were turning green
I couldn't help but marvel
at life's mysteries I had seen.
I started on the well worn path
and thought I heard a sound;
it made me jump, I turned to look,
but no one was around.
The sunlight streamed so gloriously
upon my tear stained face
my heart felt light, forgotten cares
just being in this place.
And then it happened once again
I know I heard a noise!
I stopped now, to investigate
This hidden, quiet voice.
I wandered off the walker's trail
into the woods much deeper
I chanced upon a darkened cave
... and the cave's gatekeeper.
A mystical sight to behold
unearthly glowing light
it rose a bit up from the ground
then faded from my sight.
I made my way into the cave
mysteriously dark
and there it was... that voice again...
slowly I embarked
My flashlight shining at full force
was still not bright enough
to counter with this deepening dark
I'd found near Willow's Bluff.
I heard the eerie whispers now
quite clearly, in my ear
first one, then two, now several more
and though my pioneer
spirit got me into this,
I felt that it was time to flee!
I turned and ran the opposite way
the voices though, were still with me!
I thought I knew the way back out
I tripped my way along
my flashlight flickered one last light
... I found that I was wrong...
somehow my turns had led me
down a path I did not know;
I turned to walk the other way -
but there was no place left to go.
*continue to Part 2*
So this is me
calling your bluff
I refuse to believe that
goodbyes enough
So this is me
staying up late
waiting for the call
you promised yesterday
So this is me
tearing apart
every letter you ever told me
that forever’s just the start
So this is me
trying to forget
but these empty bottles
leave me only with regret
So this is me
refusing to sleep
because you don’t deserve
to haunt me in my dreams
So this is me
Calling your bluff
As if breaking my heart
wasn’t enough…
Why has natural human beauty
Been deemed as not enough
Faces plastered and glued
With artificial, unnatural stuff
False eyelashes glued on
The length of camels plus some
Faces orange or unnaturally brown
Not touched by natures sun
Lips injected and pumped
Botox faces unable to move
Veneered teeth blindingly bright
Faces with so much too prove
It is so sad that young girls and women especially
Believe they are not beautiful or enough
Without wearing their artificial painted masks
Their natural beauty disguised and hidden…. behind the bluff
"Upon this rock I will build My Church!"
There it perched upon a bluff high above New England's rugged shore.
Its glass-stained windows, now shuttered, were closed forever more.
What once had been a vibrant house of worship now stands forlorn,
Surrounded by wind-swept cedars, a few wild roses and brambly thorn.
'Twas during a Sunday morning stroll that I came upon this pastoral scene.
A congregation of one, I communed with the past on what once had been.
I felt a kindred spirit with those now gone as I mused about times of yore,
And listened to the soughing winds and the oceans booming roar!
I pictured 'all day meetin's with dinner on the grounds' by the congregation.
I could sense the pastor's sermons dealing with the devil and damnation!
In my mind's eye I saw happy brides and grooms on their wedding day,
And little children reciting The Golden Rule and learning how to pray!
I saw happy families arriving on Christmas Eve by horse drawn sleigh,
To enjoy the candlelight service and the Sunday school Nativity Play!
The old church must have also been a beacon of hope for seafaring souls,
Who after sailing upon the billowing seas neared those treacherous shoals!
A long-abandoned graveyard with moss-covered stones was situated nearby.
Alas, names etched upon the stones were eroded and many stood awry.
Though long forgotten by man, He knows the names of each and every soul,
And they'll join Him with the elect when Gabriel sounds that triumphant roll!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 2 in Constance's "The Church By The Ocean" Contest - October 2011
I know of our neighbor called Kimbo
who joins poker deals like a gizmo--
he slammed one big bluff
lost all his rich stuff--
paid debt cleaning old waiter's limo !
Written for Funny Limericks of Line Gauthier
10/24/2017
I found you gal
And felt so grand.
I placed a bet
And played my hand.
But I was suckered
By your bluff,
‘Cause what you offered
Wasn’t love.
I still remember,
Way back when,
You upped the ante
Once again.
The stakes were higher
Than I knew.
I lost my soul
When I won you.
I’m gonna dry
My tears of you,
Then I’ll begin
My life anew.
I’ll plug that hole
Left in my heart
So I can find
A brand new start.
I was so suckered
By your bluff,
‘Cause what you offered
Wasn’t love.
You had me fooled
For a few years,
Then I woke up
And drowned in beers.
Now clean and sober
I can leave,
And I won’t even
Stop to grieve.
I’m gonna dry
My tears of you,
Then I’ll begin
My life anew.
I’ll plug that hole
Left in my heart
So I can find
A brand new start.
I was so suckered
By your bluff;
‘Cause what you offered
Wasn’t love.
The sun’s rays
Beat through the clouds,
Creating silver sparkles
Upon the crest of the waves,
Which surround the lonely sailboat drifting
Towards the small rocky island.
Green tuft of trees, like hair,
Growing over the bald spots.
Small cottage clinging to the point
Like a poor man’s castle.
The arbutus are shedding their rusty peel,
Revealing rich golden nakedness beneath.
Pine fragrance hovers around me
From trees not yet eaten by the pine beetle.
I hear my hound rustling in the leaves behind me
As she chases yet another annoying insect,
While sitting on my bluff
Surveying the never ending landscape.
Wide open skies and great expanse of ocean,
Toy sailboats in the hazy distance,
Sound of lapping waves below me.
Mother Nature has outdone herself again!
Wedded Bluff
You've made an invalid selection
The gal you picked was once nice
And she was once good in bed
Now it's all **** up worst damn way
You're stuck with a complaining wife
Three decades of pure effing bliss
SELL OUT
Nick Armbrister
out in 23
HOW TO BLUFF OFF THE CUFF
You'd better be tough
when the cops and the weather gets rough
here there isn't any flight or fight
that ain't right
it's whatever our godless deities had already willed
it's kill or be killed
because no one here calls another's bluff
just take life off the cuff
because no one ever knows what another is thinking
and for us there is no such thing as drinking
we didn't drink our worries away until arrives the day when there's powder but you cannot get enough
you'd better be tough
scared
you'd better be scared
when a white powder's fangs are bared
and no one gave a damn or cared
size up every situation as if it were your last moment on earth
as you curse your mother's womb for having cursed you with birth
have eyes in the back of your head
lest you end up darker than dead
let your instincts rule
and don't be anyone's fool
so be cool
since the day the white lady first stared
you'd better be scared
determined
one must be determined
to ease the pain
and not end up just a stain
a darkened mark on the ground where you once stood
in a wretchedly and wicked neighborhood
the hood
ain't no good
so find what you need with determination in your eyes
and be wise
be determined not to be beaten, slain or grabbed
shoved into an alley with a 45 at your head or ready to be stabbed
these things will happen, yes, even to you
so be determined to do whatever you must do
be determined
these are all the things you must possess
and allow the feelings of being wounded regress
they start off their teenage years with a lot
until they say yes to that very first shot
© copy write 2012....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Scent spills sift
White wine whiff
Sound sleep saves
Big blooms brave
Rest ripe roar
Sleek sounds soar
Set sure style
Mist moves miles
Race ripe rest
Feel fear fest
Crude crisp creed
Bright blood bleeds
Buzz breaks boom
Gripe gloats gloom
Note nerves nice
Sprint sour spice
Sense strange stuff
Blind boast bluffs
Leon Enriquez
14 January 2018
Singapore
Girls are playing with me blind man’s bluff
They blindfolded me to make them laugh
When I want to touch anyone of them
She moves silently what a cruel game
I fail and try hard again and again
I try to smell odor to ascertain
That’s why they spray perfume to make me fool
I am a victim of their unfair rule