Best Bluffed Poems
(30/11/2013)
It was only white and blue in
the sky
Then the soft grey starting to
replace the white
Over the wind, the blue shooed by
Sun is glad, at home relaxing
with the bright
The then-soft-grey is darker now
White and blue have given
their bow
Again, dark grey has won
Has pulled curtain on the sun
Bluffed and kicked colors to be gone
The thunder is roaring to
celebrate
Feeling sad, the rain is pouring
its cry
Darkest shade of grey,
Rambling in thundering to sing
its victory
In that darkest of time at Charlottesville
When hate ruffled their minds
And madness erupted in kind
But dumb Trump bluffed in haste,
Hate, hastes, I was dazed,
As wicked drove on Heyer in sour taste!
Both sides he claims to bait
Wait, is heaven in joy of our choice?
Or God in vengeance of Bannon grudge?
Albeit, or hell in bed rest?
Wall! Wall! Wall! He cried
Pouted as pig his anthem of division
Then comes release of his bosom, Arpaio
While in rage heaven dances in Texas
Tornado, hurricane and water flood
Our folks in need of our own
Donate to help Texans in pains
Think not of Brother's hater in our midst
Donate, brother's keeper you are.
Help before Trump turns us to nothing
Goldie Locks
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Goldie Locks
I did not know your name
You swayed your hips
With small steps
As you pass me by
I did say hello to you
You did not answer
You growled a little smart
And bluffed a little bark
Which caught my heart
I could not say goodbye
It would have been a lie
I could not take back
You were too
Cute for goodbye
It was too smart
When you looked at me
Up and down
My heart began
To skip a beat ..
So I picked you up
And brought you home
My little hazel
Brown eyed puppy
And called you
Goldie Locks.
Way down
Years gone by
Without tears
You met a pug
Called Mulligan
And had
Lots of pup's.
When you are pushed back by your foes
When your very friends desert you,
When you have reached a dead end
And have nowhere to go;
Then spark off with a blast
That will destroy all humiliation -
And the world will behold your light;
Filled with an amazing sensation.
When your heart is destroyed
By the very ones you loved,
When you are deceived, decepted
Betrayed and bluffed;
Then show your true potential,
To the world which considered you weak
Show your amazing perseverance
Until you reach the peak.
When your road of hope is blocked
And in utter despair are you,
When your back is pushed against a wall
And you have nothing to lose,
Then clench your fists and vow;
And the world to which you were a muse,
Would be bound to respect you in every stage
For now, you have nothing to lose!
Despair overwhelms,
Emotions lead me astray,
Am I being bluffed ?
Haiku- 5/7/5
Written on 7/7/14
Jail Bird
Clyde Gooch
Liked hooch
Got smashed
Wife bashed
Clyde bluffed
Cops cuffed
In jail
No bail
Plea made
Fine paid
Judge says
Ten days
Wife smirked
Clyde irked
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
In a split second, life can be snuffed
Unforeseen events cause misery
Why this is so, ‘tis a great mystery
Of such our lives are suitably stuffed
None of us should ever be bluffed
Accidents are main features of history.
In a split second,
The role of accidents is often sloughed
We are victims of information trickery,
Believing what we hear becomes primary
Facetiously, going through life chuffed,
In a split second.
(R a) b b a a b R a b b a R)
Written October 1, 2022
[Rondine, a form I learned
from writings of Jeff Kyser]
Memories, like fine wine, sweeten with age;
cavalier ways, become less defiant.
And in life's book, tears saturate the page:
bemoaning times, Hope was non-compliant.
You sense your pain, anxiety, and fear,
rattling the very foundations of trust.
And catch yourself wiping away a tear
while your tinder heart threatens to combust.
In games of love, you are easily bluffed;
ignoring the odds, you go all in, blind.
And dreams drift, like a dandelion tuft,
afloat in the back of your conscious mind.
When you gamble on love, you tend to lose,
and your rejected ego bears the bruise.
You think your life’s been hard
And nothing turns out right.
You say that love you thought was real
Often lasted just one night.
You say deceit was your reward
And you try to be so tough.
Yet, I see softness in your eyes –
So, let me teach you love.
I’ve seen hard times myself
Along some troubled roads.
And when I thought true love was mine
I saw all my dreams explode.
Now we have another chance ---
We’ve been punished long enough.
So, let’s just give it one more try –
Please let me teach you love.
Let me teach you love –
Open up your heart.
If you’ve wanted real love
Let me be its start.
You say love walked right past you
And you’re tired of being bluffed.
Please give it one more honest chance
And let me teach you love.
Burned and bluffed,
Fooled and ridiculed,
Etched in her stare
Was a frostbitten frown.
Fallacies and fact
Mixed and commingled,
Truth was perception,
Betrayal was abound.
Heckled by hissing
Snakes that side-wind,
Unable to decipher
The colors of venom.
Fraudulent, fictitious,
Fabricated intentions,
The appetite of predators
Is growing unfettered.
Begging and pleading,
Carnivores are calling,
Relentless persuasion
Knock at her eardrum.
She sits at the lunch table with her good buddy
a Greek fellow with no english
she-a canadian with no Greek tongue-
they commune like there is no tomorrow
siding with each other
against
the staff who would wash them
clothe them
feed them
so much like a child would behave
She seems to glow with a radiance of innocence
a sweetness wet on the lips of time
held within a cocoon of
dementia
that robs her body and mind of life
leaving a withering shell that breathes to live
consumes nourishment to breath
she knows not where she is
cool hand of death
nearer and nearer
waiting patiently until her chin falls deeper to her breast and
the shallow breath
all but becomes inaudible and still.
I
in the depths of my being
wish somehow she would snap out of it
recognize me
recognize the card game myself and my brothers now play with her
the game of
recognize the numbers~
She bides her time sleeping, eating, and watching
desperate to recognize and hold onto the familiar
"pleasantly confused"
they label her
out of an ignorance to truly deal with things
"blissful ambivalence" another describes her
and I shot out inside myself
she has been more than this...
she is more than these damn labels
she is a person
an integral part of the life of this society
so deserving of respect
and compassion.
recognize the suits
and it makes me sad
that her mind is playing the final trick
bluffed and lost
PEARLY GATES
I’m brought before Saint Peter,
On display in a clear glass crate,
Nothing hidden up my sleeve,
Except a hammer, I jest to escape.
He approaches me out of nowhere,
Ask him for a chat while we wait,
Gentle voice replies “of course son”
We’re summing up, there is no haste.
Listen! played the hand I was dealt,
Although bluffed, behind a poker face,
Concealing more lies than honesty,
Yet love always, outshone the hate,
At times life seemed unbearable,
Beyond all reason to procrastinate.
When younger I couldn’t get enough,
Though excess, simply led to waste,
Won’t bore you with petty details,
For fear deaths a pitiless place,
Bit late in the day, seeking salvation,
Begging forgiveness, no saving grace.
“Never said a truer word my child,
Crocodile tears, cannot work this case,
Condoned, condemned, in the balance,
On very thin ice, this verdict skates.”
“Whatever I say does not matter,
It’s meaningless gone past debate,
God alone will pass the sentence,
Life’s evidence, will judge your fate.
By
David Kavanagh
The gap is so minutely thin,
Almost in his mouth is their fin;
A thin film of water divides,
Slides their line of touch and face hides...!
Mouth-water-wetting cat ponders,
His mind, in wings of thought, wanders;
Fish successfully gets him bluffed,
Yet, he does not show he is cuffed...!
The urge of his heart is at peak,
His taste buds a fish-bit does seek;
A disappointment shadows him,
Determination too goes grim...!
Did he get them at all? Don't know,
Don't know at last his face did glow;
Midst wishes sometimes failures fall,
Life's, yet, an existential call...!!!
It’s the morning of a different day—who knew there’d be another?
Lisa and I went on our harbor jog @ 5am—that’s nothing new.
It was, like 44°—we’re enjoying fall’s cold, refreshing bite.
Anyway, my mind wasn’t on it and I nearly stumbled over
a chunk of dark, uneven roadway, made invisible by its function.
Charles, jogging beside me, wordlessly managed to right me
without us losing a step and I smiled my thanks.
argh! I’ve got to get out of my head.
Later, in class, lulled by the comfort of the stiff, wooden chair, my eyes unfocused and the professor’s voice seemed to fade into the backdrop. Suddenly, he was asking me a direct question that seemed almost without context.
Metaphorically slapped back into focus, I scanned the room and the whiteboard for clues before awkwardly—walking the edge of catastrophe—I bluffed it out, because, well, I’ve an instinctive reluctance to admit defeat with any sort of grace.
I didn’t sleep well last night. I had dreams—nothing with a defined purpose–just an amalgamate of bonfires and storms in a coastal scrubland with an odor of fresh cedar and a sense of casual vulnerability.
My attention today is like an intermittent pulse.
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Songs for this:
Headz Gone West by Nia Archives
Dark Red by Steve Lacy
There’s no amount
Which does not count
In an account…
Yep, no amount
Sellers discount
And while recount
Your whole story
Fail to glory:
Place in praised sky
For being Quite High…
Don’t pressures mount
After discount
For more from Fount
Or self soon count
The Badly Bluffed,
His wish rebuffed…
Discounts fetch smiles;
Who gave went miles!