Best In A Quandary Poems
Been eating medusa dates
Lovely fat juicy ones
I ate and ate them
Oh my they were so good
Why does my stomach feel *****
I thought the next day
Oh my! to the bathroom I ran
and sat , and sat and sat
Dare not leave, was in a quandary
The estate agent was calling in an hour
My mam needed a price for probate.
The smell lingered , Febreze Air, or the external fan
Couldn't remove it.
The doorbell went, I went out the back door
Left my mam to apologise, to this day
I do not eat fresh dates.
Beware of things fat and squiggy nice to eat
Can lead you into a foul smelly time.
Penned 29 April 2015
When often thinking of times past
In accordance to her own place
She recalled a heart broken young woman
With longing her pain to erase
Guys grow fond of her demeanor
Going so far as to follow her around
Yet without a doubt she controls her heart
And departs them safe and sound
She never strays from her values and ways
From actions she continues to refrain
And when boys spend time in her company
For her, it is merely to entertain
Childish ways once embedded naturally
Inside her innocent mind
Have soon dissipated into the land of dreams
And reality she’s come to find
So many times she’s feared the day
When one young soul she shall meet
He’ll speak foreign truth she’s never heard
And sweep her off her feet
Hesitant to become transparent
She often hid her anticipation
And did so well for the initial encounters
Although with great frustration
No one seemed to understand her like this one
For in such a short amount of time
She questioned what her motives were
As her affection seemed to climb
Attempts to stray from him failed miserably
And in fact seemed to attract her more so
Each departure she vowed was the last
Yet her endearment continued to grow
Left in a quandary
She allows him to speak his peace
She soon understands his wishes for them
Are from each other to release
Now, rational a thinker she may be
She desires his wishes as well
But something leads her to believe
They both know this attempt will fail
She’s scared to read too much into this
In fear that feelings are unrequited
For only God can deem what’s to be true
And who shall be united
So, idly she and her soul await
For sign of returned desire
Yet, until that day she will attempt no more
And to her chambers simply retire
In recent days on a holiday
that we spent in the English Lakes
a day spent at Grange-over-Sands
this lovely little town is so great
It has an attraction all of its own
especially down at the duck pond
which is surrounded by many a bench
memories of a bench made me respond
In 1989 after being ill with chickenpox
I spend time there recovering for a week
before leaving home got a get-well card
from a young lady, I admired so to speak
I sat on that bench many a day
reading a get-well card to me
it was so nice that a lady did care
then I was in a quandary under the tree
The bench did indeed change my life
for I did ask that young lady to go out
amazingly she said yes, in time is my wife
sweet memories indeed there is no doubt
(That lady that I did ask out on that first date was Christine now my wife of 33 years.)
The summer breeze whispers goodbye
As leaves quiver to its mournful sigh
Beneath a somber platinum sky
The perfume from jasmine drifts by
Autumn's quaint allure belies its sullen mood
Keeping its poise as seasons unfold
It's "indian summer" days are winter's prelude
Caught in a quandary between seasons hot and cold
But autumn's visage shows no penance for summer's end
As waves rise with the wind by the quay
The flames of the dying sun soon descend
As summer slowly fades away
2-14-21
Mind Your P's and Q's Contest
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I have sold my mum on E.Bay.
My god my dad was mad.
He can"t believe i did it.
He thinks it"s really bad.
As to why i did it.
There"s reasons plain to see.
My mother is on my back.
Always hassling me.
She complains about my trainers.
She says they really stink.
Moans about the dishes.
That i leave in the sink.
I never make my bed right.
She gets me in a quandary.
States that i should help.
To do the household laundry!
Then every Sunday morning.
She really goes to far.
I have to help my dad.
Wash the family car.
Yes i sold my mum on E.Bay.
Then looked to far off lands.
To find a good replacement.
Post up the wedding bands.
Dad wont be to angry.
I will soon get him on side.
Because i have sent to Thailand.
For a brand new blushing bride.
At first it was ok.
We got on really well.
Then we discovered something.
That i can hardly tell.
I hope we get a refund.
I still have the receipt.
Let me tell you something.
There has been a big deceit.
It started in the bedroom.
I had to get a fan.
To bring my poor old dad round.
Our Thai bride was a man!
I want my mother back.
No matter what the price.
I am fed up eating chicken.
Along with Thailand rice!
"Will you get out of bed,
It is a brand new day,
It is nearly twenty past."
I hear my mother say.
I start to drift awake.
Then i start to beam.
Relief it surge"s through me.
It was a nasty dream.
My mother cant explain.
Why i changed my ways.
I"m really very helpful.
Not like the bad old days.
But if i am really honest.
I suppose i am quite bad.
I have just logged on to E.Bay.
To try and sell my DAD!
All my socks were in the laundry
And I was late for an appointment
All the world was in a quandary
My life is such a disappointment
The skies turned dark with clouds
Rain showers fell to the ground
My heart was lost amid the crowds
Where feelings simply confound
Life left me certain I’d lost the prize
I couldn’t feel anything except regret
Wishing for joy which always implies
This ruthless sunrise will not be a threat
It was a good morning until… poetry contest
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February 11, 2021
There once was a dragon, his name was, Little Lou.
His mind in a quandary, didn’t know what to do.
Dragon’s love children, this Lou wanted to teach;
how and where to begin, it seemed so out of reach.
Being himself, a young dragon lad;
Lou knew within, his wish could be had.
So up on the mountaintop, Lou did watch,
little village children, playing Hopscotch.
He began to think, with his young dragon brain;
an idea came to him, he could barely contain.
So down to the village, Lou swiftly did fly;
watching the children, with bright dragon eyes.
He landed beside, the fountain of Eros;
and watched with caution, little Billy Beros.
Billy was bouncing his little red ball;
back and forth from the side of a cobbler’s store wall.
Lou did approach him in a very slow manner;
so slow that Billy asked, “Dragon, what is the matter?”
Lou placed his head, upon the soft ground and
told Billy the idea he had found.
.
There, in the village, near Eros great fountain;
Billy and Lou began hammering and pounding.
Nails into the wood that, Little Lou had collected;
from their combined efforts, a playground was erected!
The folks in the village were all so amazed;
the playground became the village’s latest craze.
Billy and Lou, were the greatest of friends;
and little Lou’s love, fear it did transcend.
Integers are whole numbers that can be positive.
In contrast, their values can also be negative.
On the x-axis, natural numbers are to the right of the zero.
On the vertical y-axis, they are above the zero as far as they can go.
You may think this question is moot:
With a negative number, how do you find its square root?
In a quadratic formula, if the discriminate is less than zero,
there are no real roots. So where do you go?
This put many early mathematicians in a quandary.
Somebody came along and invented numbers that are imaginary.
Lonesome Kermit
Was a hermit,
Living on a mountain, in a cave.
It was really very silly--
Worlds away from Piccadilly--
How that lonely cavern dweller did behave.
He was always in a quandary,
With no one to do his laundry
And he never found the time to wash or shave.
There is really no excuse
For style of that recluse,
And the way the fellow used to rant and rave.
For the whole span of his life,
Kermit never took a wife,
Cause he couldn't lure a woman to his cave.
Pushed to the edge by reality, yes, these verses will stifle.
A revolving door always present; New York City....Vicious Cycle.
This is a poem about the hardships, and monotony of this age
The world unchanging in its essence....many problems to assuage.
Why is our purlieu in such predicaments, the morass so intense?
It seems the fire has been extinguished; in other words we've acquiesced.
Hallways, alleys, subway stations/where the weak and troubled roam.
Considered dross by our society, that's why the streets became their home.
Our youth in dire straits, how can they be redeemed?
High school dropouts, teenage suicide, and for meth my brothers fiend.
Homeless people are anathema; we seldom love the poor…
New York City...Vicious Cycle....where daily living is abhorred.
A nimbus cloud, can't see the acme/ Where Then Can Love Be Found?
The cacophony breaks the silence; the voice of weeping does resound.
Welfare parents in a quandary, just barely scraping by.
Elderly people doing no better...though receiving S.S.I.
New York City....Vicious Cycle, spreading like a deadly cancer.
Minority children disenfranchised; drug dealing is their answer.
Boys and girls, young and pretty/ jailbait, nowhere to run.
A perfect target for a pedophile; their tender lives have just begun.
Dark specters in every borough; people lost and living trifle.
Eight million stories, naked truth...New York City...Vicious Cycle.
Ted hunted high and low when trying to find the perfect wife
She must be subservient and fit in with his mundane life
The Internet looked promising to find a mail order bride,
and soon a special lady could be standing by Ted’s side
The catalogue was full, brides came in all shapes and sizes,
such a variety of colours, each page was filled with huge surprises
Ted’s eyes widened when he saw Svetlana’s pretty face
She had a gorgeous body and her bits were all in the right place
With her long blonde hair and sapphire eyes
Ted could be the envy of many other guys
Svetlana’s resume said she wanted to marry a foreign man
She was determined to escape from her life in Azerbaijan
Ted contacted a website and said he’d a pay a hefty fee
He wanted to wed Svetlana and he hoped that she’d agree
Ted said he’d pay for Svetlana to visit him in the USA
And if she was suitable they could choose a wedding day
The flight was booked and Ted was getting really excited
He spoke to Svetlana on the phone and hoped they’d be united
At last the big day came and he went to the arrivals hall
Svetlana wasn’t on the flight, oh how Ted’ s face did fall
Suddenly Ted heard someone calling out his name
It couldn’t be Svetlana as her pic was not the same
This lady was enormous and looked like the back end of a cow
Poor Ted was in a quandary… just what should he do now
Ted went over to her and said there must be some mistake
She said no I am Svetlana, sorry that picture was a fake.
Ted felt so sorry for her and took her to his home
He didn’t want to leave her in the airport on her own
They spent some time together and they got on really well
She was a fabulous cook and Ted’s waistline soon did swell
Svetlana stayed with Ted and eventually they wed
Ted is really happy now Svetlana shares his bed!
17th February 2017
Brevity—Quick Changes
A brown-eyed girl named Sue;
Loved to wear dresses blue.
On the first day of school she saw a girl she knew
Who stated, “That dress color is not suited for you.”
Next morning she wore a dress of grey;
She could not wait to hear what others say.
A classmate shouted, “Red would look good on you. Grey is passé.”
Concerned about what next might be said,
She thought of her dress with bright cloth of red.
Still caught in a quandary,
She searched dirty laundry.
And found what she had,
Proudly she chose a favorite plaid.
Broken Trust
I went for a walk today
Just to try and clear my mind
The things that really troubled me
The answers so hard to find
You left me for another
And it broke my heart in two
I cried so many tears
Because my love for you was true
Now you have come back to me
And said leaving a big mistake
You have left me in a quandary
Because I fear you are too late.
I cried a million tears
Yes, that is oh so true
But the pain finally went away
and I got over you.
Now you are asking me to love you
Just the way I used to do
If only there was a way for us
But the trust I had is missing too
We simply cannot go back
That was another life and time
I gave you all I had to give
And you crushed this love of mine
I am sorry I cannot retrieve it
Because Trust and love go together
My trust for you is broken
And the love is gone forever.
So I went for a walk today
Just to try to clear my mind
And I finally found the answers
They had been there all the time.
Connie Moore
Dec 28, 2013
What kind of sadistic delirium dwells in an
obtuse parent whose child emulates their
behavior in showing it is okay to bully other
children whose only egregious fault is shyness?
Bullied and tormented and teased to tears,
emotional scars that will last for years in
self flagellating inferiority and a sense of
worthlessness a delicate child withholds.
Indigent children may be bullied to the point
of contemplating suicide. Or worse yet become
a bully themselves. To consecrate such actions
of their child, who so berates another, makes the
parent even more responsible than their child.
Principals who mediate are in a quandary of
showing impartiality yet fairness, awakening
every sense to protect the bullied child.
Insightful teachers are becoming more aware
as they try to teach these bullies to have respect.
I've seen that child who cries, but fears to tell.
8-29-19
Eight word challenge 9 Poetry Contest 1. OBTUSE 2.INDIGENT 3.EGREGIOUS 4. DELIRIUM 5.DELICATE 6. CONSECRATE 7.MEDIATE 8. AWAKENING
Eight word challenge 9 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Went to the well and the well was dry
So what shall I do, oh me, oh my
My mind's in a quandary, what shall I do
I fear I've run dry, I haven't a clue
Is there some medication that I can take
My mind's in a dither for goodness sake
This surely can't be, I must go lie down
Will try a wee nap, my mind might rebound
Does this ever happen to you guys out there
Is this an affliction uncommon or rare
Will try it again gonna give it a shot
Gonna go for broke, give it all that I've got
So this should be easy, what rhymes with boy
It's uh... hang on... my heart's filled with joy
Hey, I think I'm finally back on the track
I'm saved, I'm saved, the old Jack is back
This smile on my kisser is here to stay
Unless once again my rhymes they do stray
It's a life or death issue so wish me good luck
Sorry about this, for being such a schmuck
I promise you friendlies from this day on
It's all copacetic and everything's calm
© Jack Ellison 2014