Best Discombobulation Poems
Dizzy mind is lost in a typhoon of confusion,
Inexplicable chaos is causing much delusion.
Scattered thoughts are echoing in disorientation.
Challenging the clarity, I'm struggling with comprehension,
Overwhelmed by the tangled web of perplexity,
Mind's labyrinth twists and turns in eerie complexity.
Bewilderment wraps its cloak around logical reasoning.
Overlapping emotions result in faith and hope weakening.
Bamboozled brain tries to fight for toxic clearance,
Unravelling pieces of a jigsaw puzzle to achieve coherence.
Lights keep flashing warning of upcoming turbulence,
An agitated stormy journey planned without due diligence.
Tormented by motions of disarray, I search for a remedy,
Identifying the source through mindfulness for serenity.
Organising and prioritising tasks to regain focus.
Navigating the fog to learn from mistakes that choke us.
One day she left her house, feeling out of sorts
as if some premonition spoke to her.
It said to just stay home; to not go out.
No logic in this, though, could she infer.
She ran her errands, then bought groceries.
To her car she went, exiting the store.
Discombobulation hit! Something wasn’t right.
That feeling now she just could not ignore.
A handsome man approached her as she neared her car.
It seemed as if that guy came out of nowhere.
She saw his knife, then felt its menace at her back.
She looked around; the parking lot was bare.
Discomfort and confusion turned into grave fear.
Like acid in her throat, great dread was rising.
Bound and gagged, how she wished she’d listened
to her instinct! Sadly, her fate was not surprising.
the sky is falling
the fall is crying
the cry is calling
the call is dying
the dye is casting
the cast is resting
the rest is lasting
the last is testing
the test is boring
the bore is lying
the lie is scoring
the score is tying
the tie is binding
the bind is grating
the grate is grinding
the grind is waiting
the wait is ending
the end is stopping
© Oct 22 2010
Life has become an amorphous mass,
Sans shape, sans structure.
And my mind is in total discombobulation.
I feel I am like a scrap yard.
My world has lost its tint and throb.
Defeated and decimated,
I long for an about-turn,
To reach back from whence I started
To get out of this quagmire
To restore all that slipped through my fingers,
In the tangled labyrinthine paths of life!
How I wish to curl unobtrusive,
Into the womb that bore me once,
To be reborn once more as my old self
To enjoy the peace and bliss, now alien!
As trees bared by the winter blasts,
Stay in wait for the spring to arrive,
I await a new life, fresh and new.
Before that, I must rip loose,
And peel away the covert mask
Sticking tight to my concealed face
Though it may cause me to bleed.
Exhale the soot of hatred,
Polluting my larynx and lungs,
The time is up for me to leave the stage.
But before I make the final bow
I should fit into a new cast,
And become a man again!!
Glow and glitter
tweet and twitter
face book hookers
are number one
baby sitter
sew and knitter
good lookers
over done
hit the high road
just for show load
have ice cream just for fun
beat the bar code
implode a lymph node
dd 214 on the line
shoot a basket
stretched elastic
uncle sam is doing fine
pointless end rhyme
must stop some time
put it up and watch it spin
link the tail back to the top ?
no way, not this mess again.
© Charles Henderson nov 2011
In words, straight from this writer's heart ~
my soul, or some other sensitive anatomical part,
I consider a poem a failure, without success
when poetry readers consider it a bloody mess.
Sometimes I write in the midst of discombobulation.
It's catharsis in a bottle of ink to a confuzzled mind.
Relief to me when I'm puzzled, not when I am blind
for to see what others don't, soothes my frustration.
In my thoughts, black and white scenes are flitting.
There's an urgent need of color, but none seem fitting
that my pen and ink consider worth transcribing.
It's discombobulating for me, as if I'd been imbibing.
Trying to sound cohesive when using clever metaphor
can weigh me down until I am prone, crying on the floor.
There are themes in some contests that seem ill-defined,
when I've no clue about a subject and I feel confined.
I'm drowning in quicksand, and no one can pull me out.
It's grimly perplexing to be filled with such brooding doubt.
My words begin to ramble, and I get lost in a blunder fest.
Seriously, it's a conundrum. About this woe, I wouldn't jest.
I wind up scribbling sonnets without meter or hint of rhyme.
A saturnine absurdity and a complete waste of my time.
An infinity of feckless, ineffectual lines without vitality,
so much so that my poem winds up N/Ad. Another fatality.
I need to find a way to make other poets savor the taste
of what I breathe in and then exhale so that it's interlaced
with profound meaning that others might comprehend,
instead of mere words on a page, that no editor could mend.
I don't mind constructive criticism. I'd be a foolish ingrate
to not accept well-meaning advice. Wisely, I'd contemplate
changing the course of a poem that simply doesn't mesh.
I'm not so discombobulated to realize when I need to refresh.
I lay me down to sleep tonight…
after fulfilling tasks’ delight
conquering frenzy sprite
in motherly roles of disarray-height
while discombobulation attacks I did smite~~~~
Praying first along freedom height
greeting morn as sun rays ignite
to bask under health radiance bright
jogging along well-being sprite
then gardening, thanking God’s might…
While enjoying home chores on sight
cooking, washing, cleaning stain blight
feeding gusto’s bite appetite
teaching kids toward wisdom flight
from ignorance and deceit light…
With day’s accomplishment all right~~~
now I lay me down to sleep* tight.
*Psalm 4:8 I will both lay me down in peace, and sleep: for thou, LORD, only makest me dwell in safety.
January 27, 2021
10th place, "No 1294" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 3/15/2024
give me your aorta ~ and in exchange i will give you a nice pulse
said the kidney bean to a cabbage heart ~ as it openly convulsed
but the black eyed peas protested violently ~ acting with impulse
of course i needed a leek pretty bad ~ and suddenly felt repulsed
Discombobulation hammers (sic) kills, lacerates, peppers...
tuckered wayfarer
Blitzkrieg cacophony debilitates Earthling
spiritually, mentally, emotionally... castrates
analogous post traumatic stress disorder
status simulating shell shocked warrior
dizzily descending darkening dimension
aghast - weakly ejaculate wherefore art thou
Elysian Fields?
Mine skeletal atrophied, diseased, gnarled...
once muscular flesh now awful blight
trumpets, dons, bespeaks... existence
regarding barren toothless anchorite
desolate physical environment
offlimit superfund site
mirrors equivalent condemned
toxic physical body quite
piteous, hideous, atrocious...,
this human bag of lovely bones
can barely, limply, scratchily... write
forbidding natural geography might
best demarcate courtesy skull
and crossbones bleached white
optimally reflecting feasting
carrion did delight
post mortem cannibalized habeas corpus
can never know where Edenic Garden
bloomed ah... magnificent sight,
nor reckon eyes me
how poetry doth not excite
forever striking living daylight
emancipating soul joining spiritus mundi
relieving tortured corporeal skiff good night
amidst abandoned, desecrated,
gutted... wasteland rendered might
of mankind quest to tame and temper
breathless fecundity kickstarting
rejuvenation linked to potent Gaia despite
havoc wrought regenerative force
repurposes deadened muscle and cellulite
unbeknownst decomposed organisms
comprise yours truly, nor what bright
transformation new life subsequently results
will kindle, snapchat, tender... excite.
Written: January 25, 2024
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Time eludes us as a cryptic puzzle.
This is our opportunity to seize it.
Spaces have a distinct sequence.
We must sustain our life pattern.
Shaken extremities.
It is scarce to start a fire with obsidian.
Still, it's worth lingering in the night.
Murmuring shards from an aloof past.
highlighted the impact
of our says a few weeks ago.
and the deep impact it can wield.
Yet, we must aim to define our souls
Let your voice billow amid a pool of views.
thence, it's crucial to stay vigilant.
even when progress is slow.
Life seems a scary puzzle conundrum.
But we must never lose our goals.
It may appear such a mundane day.
yet one day might alter everything.
Several ideas may whirl in the mind.
We are obliged to strive forward.
spreading our thoughts globally.
even amidst the perplexity.
or if our ideas are running dry.
It is crucial to bear in mind.
All us are crucial to a larger target.
Let us manage our time well.
Embrace each fleeting moment
in this state of discombobulation.
Deed beseeches with no passion,
Ruled like a peasant,
By cussing, language was weaken,
Rationality overruled by emotion,
Ignorance detests reason,
These mongrels play chicken.
What a trick!
The sun was just above the horizon.
I thought, is the star rising or setting?
I’ll just lie here awhile; keep an eye on
It to see which way the fire is heading.
It’s strange, I know I’m lying in my bed
But I don’t remember retiring.
Am I asleep and dreaming this instead?
This dreadful state is mind boggling.
It’s like being awake in a nightmare
And all that I see is not what it seems
To be. I know one thing for sure, I’m scared.
Egad! I hope I’m not dead in this dream.
I looked again at the sun. It was rising!
It’s morn! I can hear the robins singing.
A poem is needed.
Shall I write a poem, have I succeeded?
First I have to take a walk.
Or should I talk?
Or is it a swim I should take?
Breast stroke I think, my mistake.
Have to pat my cat.
Oh it turned into a dog, fancy that,
So I swam down the street. Or did I hop ?
Must write that poem, cannot stop..
Will we rest a while?
Should I smile?
No I must go, it’s time for me to stay.
What will I do yesterday?
Is it tomorrow already?
Am I backstroking steady?
Can’t see behind.
So how will I unwind?
Do you know me?
I know who I used to be.
I wasn’t an elephant in the zoo.
Thinking forward I know what to do.
I have to try to write a cat.
No, it isn’t that.
Will you help me learn the alphabet.
Then I know what we can get.
A new cat from the vet.
I will ask the vets nurse.
To point me in the direction of a verse.
standing up in a class of fifty,
offering her answers, quite gently,
will the professor think she’s nifty,
or will he think of her differently,
she blushes, though she isn’t shifty,
discombobulation, incidentally,
answering, she mumbles – befuddled,
oh, no, her answers are muddled!
Walking home from class, gusts blow.
She feels her dress rise off her form,
Baring her rear, all red – she does glow,
Embarrassed as can be by the storm,
She hopes no one will see this show –
Oh, her cheeks do feel moderately warm,
Will anyone notice her mortification?
Her naked bottom brings quite a sensation.
when she reaches her destination, she finds,
not only was her bottom seen, but snapped,
by a sneaky camera, who always reminds –
those awkward moments, when unwrapped,
prompt the owner to turn shades of red in all kinds,
marking these days where there’s laughter to be kept,
so, at least, her embarrassment is a reflection,
often found in some comedian’s photo collection!
I keep seeing you in strange places.
My heart flutters, you grin at me.
I blush and I turn away.
You are too dangerous,
and you know you are!
Maybe next time
we will speak;
maybe
not!