Best Conundrum Poems
There is something about matter
that keeps me spellbound,
enamored to its most exquisite blooms,
oceans, forests and mountain streams.
It holds who I am, gives me shape
and form, a home, a place in which
this awareness within me
can live out a life and from which
I have grown.
I am in awe of its compositions,
in love with its colors, perfumes
and sounds, the touch of warm skin
and the sweet taste of freshly
harvested fruit. All is matter.
It is a source of pleasure and joy
and yet inflicts equal measure
of suffering through loss and pain.
But what is matter
when scaled down
to its essence….mere particles
that can be smashed apart
to decay into ghostly spirals.
Is this all I am, a quantum
equation at my core. Or is it
a Creator's gift, the stuff
born out of the act
of a conscious mind, eternal
in some mysterious way.
And so it is with me,
beside the beloved river taking in
the last light of the day.
Full of hope and doubt
I see this lovely world slowly
slipping away and wonder
whether if this is all there is
and nothing more
or will I awake from this dream
as I may have done so many
lifetimes before.
In antediluvian times, so pluviophilian
Red and gold adorned the grandiloquent pavilion.
With circumlocution's mellifluous elocution
Yellow frankincense sparked a yuletide revolution.
Colors of Christmas idiosyncratic and bright
Symptomatic of joy a quintessential sight!
Black's defenestration led to white's sequestration
Blue myrrh, an epiphenomenon of celestial creation.
The floccinaucinihilipilification of green
An obfuscation of nature's loquacious sheen!
Colors of Christmas idiosyncratic and bright
Symptomatic of joy a quintessential sight!
Orange juxtaposition a kakistocracy of hue
Violet and indigo a perspicacious view.
Silver's mellifluous tone, never superfluous
In this chromatic prolegomenon, so wondrous!
Colors of Christmas idiosyncratic and bright
Symptomatic of joy a quintessential sight!
Nonplussed by colors we're rediscussed
This verisimilitude leaves us all nonplussed.
Recalcitrant shades concomitant with glee
A serendipitous fortuitous Christmas spree!
Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia aside.
(Fear not these long words let your aichmophobia subside!)
With tintinnabulation and confabulation
We revel in this spectrum's elucidation!
Colors of Christmas idiosyncratic and bright
Symptomatic of joy a quintessential sight!
From soliloquent red to audacious gold
Our multitude of colors both new and old.
This Christmas palette so efficacious
Renders our celebration truly vivacious.
Yet beyond these hues lies a gift profound
A child is born; in Him true light is found.
For unto us a child is born
Unto us a son is given
And his name shall be called Wonderful Counselor
Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
(Isaiah 9:6)
The Poetess......
Suffered in angst and deep loneliness,
As her Jasmine poetry was anew and just growing.
“What good are my poems regarding truthfulness
or honesty?
Against seas of deceitful poems, puff-pretty, bright
glowing?”
The sweet,pre-spring rains came and gave not a
whisp of an answer.
Her soul and stomach did crave some reprise.
“No, no, rest, dear poetess, “words whispered
came in the form of a ballet dancer.
Then..what to do, she most freely wept?
“Stop looking for readers of my poems?”
Ah, a wondrous secret being kept?
“Stop, stop”, the laughing dancer said.
“Each poem you wrote once slept in
the soft bed of your heart.”
“Let it begone, and like a newborn butterfly...
alight with freedom and depart.”
3-15-2022
How is it that you know it?
A spark, a flash, a sudden thought,
Is it that you know how?
In the silence, wisdom links ought.
Know you how it is that?
You know it is that how?
That is how you knew it!
When was it that you knew it?
A moment caught in time's swift motion,
Was it that you knew when?
Beneath the moon's pale watchful ocean.
It was that you knew when?
You knew it was that when?
That was when you knew it!
Where was it when you learned it?
In spaces where the wild winds swirl,
When was it you learned where?
Amidst the fields where knowledge gnarl.
It was when you learned where?
Was it when you learned where?
You learned it when was where!
Why is it that you learned what?
For reasons that the heart may beat,
What is it that you learned why?
Where streams of deep reflection create.
Is it why you learned what?
Learned what is it why you?
You learned why it is what!
Who wrote it and why it was that?
A scribe whose pen does gently row,
Wrote it who and why was that?
Across the sea of thought they scroll.
Why it was that and who wrote it?
It who wrote and why was that?
It was who that wrote it and why?
And why was it that who wrote it!
But in the end, does knowing change the fact?
Another dead from injuries
In this latest mad attack.
Gun-downed by a supposed friend,
She had no time to fight back.
The fifteen year old gunman
Has died by his own hand.
Because of him, two others dead.
No one can understand.
Four children injured badly
Upon the schoolroom floor.
But for the heroic teacher,
There would have been some more.
We find this in the paper
And with a shrug of rage,
Keep reading other items
Then turn to the comic page.
But this one came too close to home,
Just another town away.
She could have easily been ours,
That lost grandchild today.
He didn't fit the pattern,
A well adjusted child.
No one can say what happened
To make him go so wild.
Experts as well as amateurs
Will have pet theories why
A cared for, beloved child would want
Someone's loved child to die.
By: Joyce Johnson
(This happened this Friday at a town near my own. )
Her satin pants and bra kept slipping
she was forever at them hauling
her knicks around her ankles
her face as red as bangles
as at them she kept on tugging
written 04/26/2015
Contest: Limerick sponsor Jan
Houseplants reproach me,
and show drooping stems
and mottled leaves.
Death cannot be tolerated
Even at this level.
But then again,
I'm far too lazy to do anything about it.
Conundrum.
Clanging and bashing
The kitchen's in use
Daughters craving treats
Allowed on the loose.
Flour, sugar, butter
All over the floor
Dusting the ceiling
Spread thru the drawers.
Seeking seclusion
Mum heads to the mall
Dad's not so enthused
He’s taken the fall!
Vanilla smells waft
Blitzed cake mix atoll
Now one eggs rotten
Phew! Missed the whole bowl.
Mixing all finished
Into the oven
Fast rising ignited
By the witch coven.
Ginormous cupcakes
Rest plump on the bench
Waiting so silent
For icing frost drench.
Now bizarre colours
Created in leagues
Designs are invented
Intending intrigue.
Red nose drawn upon
Superfluous clowns
Green, orange, purple
Even some browns.
Goblins and gremlins
Haggard old fairies
Wombles and warlocks
Yellow canaries.
Dad for his patience
Gets the first taste
His fluttering eyes
Say he wasn’t quite braced!
Smiling so sweetly
He says they taste nice.
When truly he wants
Some hard drink on ice!
Cupcakes were vital
Baking so easy
Except for the clean
Now the kids feel quite queasy.
Dogs
loyal, friendly
licking, playing, rescuing
companions, sentries, threats, enemies
barking, biting, mauling
mean, mangy
Curs
Poor Ruby Hummer looks confused,
searching for her favorite feeder.
It was right there when it last was used,
in September, in the cedar.
Above the Bee-balm and Lobelia,
in my pollinator garden,
so sorry, Ruby, yes I feel ya,
and I truly beg your pardon.
I’m late this May, you came so soon
from your Yucatan vacation.
2000 miles from your lagoon,
a miraculous migration.
500 miles without a stop
o’er the Gulf, you must be famished.
A marvel that you didn’t drop,
and now your feeder’s vanished!
‘twas just last week we had some snow,
a freakish mid-Spring specter.
Please be patient, please don’t go,
I’ll brew you up some nectar.
Meanwhile, check the Columbines
while I go and fetch the feeder.
And don’t forget your Trumpet Vines
that grow behind the cedar.
Come grace my garden, cheer my heart,
you’re my favorite garden guest.
It’s time to fatten up and start
to build the family nest.
Nest materials, soft and pliable,
give shelter from the storms.
Next Spring I will be more reliable,
I’ll institute reforms.
June 2020
Garden Contest sponsored by Constance La France
Metaverse
Is the Metaverse a haven of freedom?
The realm of virtual reality or bedlam
New world where eyes shift and roam
Or an ugly malevolent Orc not a lamb?
__The answer dwells in the dark web of the unknown...
1/11/2022
12:18 a.m.
Lake Worth
Florida USA
Conundrum Reaching Conclusion
Create a conundrum
Create a query
Conundrum seeks a solution
Query wants to be found
Solution has many facets
Found a clue
Facets bring about obstacles
Clue usually hones us in
Obstacles must be tackled
In order of relevance
Tackled by a certain mindset
Relevance proves paramount
Mindset is imperative
Paramount are the attributes
Imperative to results
Attributes must be studied
Results will take commitment
Studied the partakers must be
Commitment is born inherent
Be manifest destiny
Inherent is the seeker
Destiny holds the key
Seeker must prove worthy
Key is seek out all that surrounds
Worthy of gleaning absolute information
Surrounds the query to be unearthed
Information must be carefully elicited
Unearthed essentially uncovered
Elicited with worthwhile foci
Uncovered by sheer determination
Foci must be unimpaired
Determination to procure the truth
Unimpaired by subjectivity
Truth will not come easy
Subjectivity is difficult to bestow
Easy never being prolific
Bestow untethered concentration
Prolific ends come with dissection
Concentration is the key
Dissection may bare connection
Key is the element of discovery
Connection connecting fragments
Discovery brings moratorium
Fragments strung together
Moratorium reflects conclusion
TOGETHER triumphs are accomplished
Conclusion will evade till then
Accomplished are the chosen…
Then nature must take its course…
Course
Chosen
Sunshine Williams
Ahhhh...they make me so mad:
A fool, a buffoon, an unruly lad,
A prankster, a trickster, a tattler,
A gigolo, a lounger and an idler;
An impostor, a pretender and a loafer,
A party crasher, a tailgater and a golfer,
A boondoggle or a task of a tall order,
And the deals done under-the-counter.
I often tear my hair out at a silly pun
Or at a smart aleck who can outrun,
A hoax or a scam drives me crazy
that is absurd, witless or sleazy.
But look into my eyes lovingly
And whisper sweet nothing softly,
Hold my hands and be pretty sexy,
And oh...Man, I'll just go crazy!
I'm so annoyed contest by Mary Oliver Rotman
The sands of the tumultuous rain drops,
Graced my eyes to the brim with tears,
Splotched memories behind my eye lids,
Like a finger print you stuck on my mind,
I found love in the poison even though it wasn’t truths,
Unbeknownst to the impending tragedy,
I pressed on, ignoring the slightest signs,
It didn’t matter at first but the window was caving in,
Cracking, loosing its quality,
Like an old negative film, the pictures came out of focus,
The demons swirling within the depths of my irises,
Were like pulsing streaks of sunburned screams of wanting you back,
Transfixed by a mirage of love, seeing the world through the blackened kaleidoscope,
I was left stranded on an oasis, going down a new darkened lifeline, without you.
The spiral downward is a broken laddered step,
Each step caves underneath our broken love, the balance lost.
Where’s the remedy? When will this nightmare end?
No feeling left in this eroding chemistry, 1 + 1 just add me and you
But the math is lost in the darkened glow of our lost love
Wish I could reverse engineer the love we had,
Find what made us break
Find the reason why the universe doesn’t want us to be.
Find why you don’t love me.
Find the antidote to my aching heart.
Geniuskin
the rhino & cougar conundrum
fair enough to say that when
s/he got into it, when she dove
head-first into the pool of passion with
both eyes closed & arms outstretched,
that there was an inherent excitement
to be found attractive at his/her age
by someone so much younger &
all the fantasies in the head
from carnal sex to just getting to
stroll down the street with
this young thang hangin’ off her/his
shoulder (and the whole world seems to be
jealous)
run rampant,
as the romance gets off with a bang,
banging like bunnies persists &
s/he feels reinvigorated,
for this new young person in his/her life
becomes an integral part in
the beefing up of what had been a falling
self-esteem,
a failing personal value, a
slave to the depreciation of age &
this culture that wants absolutely nothing
to do with.
and as time passes, s/he even begins to think
that this could become something real &
that all the doubts of his/her friends
may not be proved correct &
after convincing him/herself that these very
doubtful friends are in fact
jealous,
s/he quietly, secretly, tells him/herself
that quintessential delusion…
that this person just might be
“the one.”
quick came the wandering eyes &
the insecurities came bubbling,
with an oozing jealousy of everyone around &
the double whammy stirring in the mind
that this young thang that said rhino/cougar
had hooked, could simply leave one day
with the rest of their lives ahead of them,
having burned away “the prime of one’s life”
like the proverbial candle wick.
so in fear, the rhino/cougar begins to do things
that they never thought they would,
in order to “keep” the young thang in their lives---
in the bedroom, they bow to the will of their
young lover, in the bar, they half to at least meet
them half-way under the table &
if need be, they must lose weight, dress in revealing
clothing, mingle with every friend, no matter
how dirty or strung out,
so much so, that the rhino/cougar lives in eternal worry
that their days are numbered,
wondering that if they get out now,
that they’ll have enough pizzazz to hook somebody else,
or that they will have to push themselves to the
furthest limit, in order to stay in this.