Best Perplexes Poems
In Sumer land, you first appeared.
A potent god, both loved and feared.
Queen of Heaven, joined to its lights.
Moon your father, Sun your brother.
Venus was your symbolic star.
You were too, a goddess of war.
Fierce, fiery, passionate, and proud,
violent storms raged in your breast.
Goddess of sexuality,
and patron of the prostitutes
Your worship involved sexual acts,
Your temple housed your prostitutes.
Enchantress you, and sorceress,
goddess of magic and of spells.
You spur desire and alter forms,
despising all societal norms.
You changed your face to suit your space,
And you are known by many names.
Ashtoreth, Astarte, Inanna,
Aphrodite, Venus are you.
You are a female and a male,
with power to transform and mar.
You turn a woman into a man
and a man into a woman.
You ruled the cultures of the past,
and held sway over regions vast.
But when the Christian message came,
men’s hearts were changed, and you lost fame.
Your temples famed relics became,
as worshippers no longer came.
Your cult faded as all cults do,
when men discover what is true.
You lost your lure for centuries,
while men to God their knees did bend.
But as their faith began to wane,
your fame you did, slowly regain.
You spurred a revolt on sex norms,
then inverted natural sex forms.
You blurred lines between the sexes,
breeding in minds that which perplexes.
Today you wage a full-scale war,
designed to destroy and to mar.
You plan to squash man’s soulish bent
and from him every virtue rent.
Wake up my fellow human beings.
Consider what these grim lines mean.
Ishtar wants to destroy your soul,
But God desires to make you whole.
Categories:
perplexes, betrayal, corruption, dark, evil,
Form:
Free verse
I am confounded, confused, truly perplexed
By people who are selfish and mean.
Were they abandoned in bathroom stalls?
Did they have to survive on a cold tile floor?
Was their world so cruel that they think only of themselves?
I am confounded, confused, truly perplexed
By people who are bossy and belligerent.
Do they think this is the way to influence you?
To make you a friend? To straighten you out?
Why is their way the only way?
Were they raised by alcoholics? Not able to change their sad childhoods?
I am confounded, confused, truly perplexed
By people who are perpetually angry and grouchy.
Do they never find their bliss? Do they frighten away their soul mates?
Do they not know that sadness is at the root of their anger?
Why do they not reach out for help? Do they trust no one?
Were they raised in houses where mothers held I-pads instead of them?
I am confounded, confused, truly perplexed by depression,
Anxiety, and grief. These feelings are terrifying for me. I am
An empath, so I have to stay away from these feelings. I hope
You understand. If my empathy perplexes you, I get it.
Categories:
perplexes, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Look at the baseball field.
The poet’s words, a sword to wield.
To these pleasures I consistently yield.
But heavenly joys I often neglect.
Where are the heavenly spires?
The bosom that protects against the eternal fires.
Where in worship no one tires.
And the holy one’s face is clearly seen.
What is the reward that is beyond our sight?
How are we to navigate through the night,
With an invisible joy as our guiding light?
How can wicked hearts love one who is perfect?
And this thought perplexes me:
The one weeping in Gethsemane.
For his alienation from the holy trinity.
A fellowship not known by mortal men.
And yet my heart tends to go,
Towards the summer, and to the snow.
My love is for things that I know.
But the holy fellowship I‘ve never seen.
I can boast of the poet’s words.
I can admire the fish and the birds.
I can point to harmonies written in thirds.
But the Holy one’s face I cannot describe.
Man in his mind’s eye.
Can conjure up griffins and fairies that fly.
As well as fraudulent gods in the sky.
But a true deity he cannot draw a picture.
For the company of friends we are grateful.
In our camaraderies we are playful.
But we don’t desire to sit at the trinity’s roundtable.
Of that friendship we are alien.
And if there is a heavenly hymn able to touch my ear.
My eardrum may never again resound, I fear.
The face of the savior unclear,
To a mere golem returning to the mud.
Categories:
perplexes, faith, fear,
Form:
Ode
There has always been an inter-outer over-under tender balance of loveless socio-equations as they super fit the psychosocial sexe-endices in this modern garner of pluses/minuses/bytes and scribbles mostly incommunicado inexperience and parental impreciseness as to, "anything planned", which in tomb leaves us doth a deranged desperate captive of that all inbibed prisoner **** of nun conformist adventurerers and that really, that there are just too many organic integers making for really bad math.intuitations/attributes and all of the familio do's and don'ts that creep bastardy across the years to inculcate, interfere, incase all of the hoped, promised integrity of just 2 people in love? with all that makes it their potential, not all of the hopeless, ne'r do wells, dead driven dud marriages that hoped to promulgate their failures onto the newbies totally unprepared, but willfully negative implicit on that new, and should be uninterrupted, all naked, seeing alter intense emoexplosive journeys to that wait waits, some supposes, everybody entices, everyone enthralls, quired questions, problem perplexes, initiates initiated, complexes complete, duty deforms, eerily exacts a viscous value, on properties promised a forever coexistance, but not at the expense of selfish selfness; can it be to an us award of a faceoff fervent fever, that WE, can coincide an opposite internal presence that allows us to be a universal component undeluded, underived, unpolluted by the natural wonders that are our genetic cohesions, so they can further their total promise to lead a connected life of copious love, desire and plentitudes of us-ness, disavowing all else in a socioinvasive parental wake of them vs us in all things blood/emo crass cursive? Leave them, the future lovers of us alone, let it flow and keep your, non orgasmic, loveless failures to yourself, old/tainted people of relations, lovers of social inhibitions it plays to an ill-at-ease, stubborn Igor-ignocompliance. Yes, we had Summer Love/Woodstock, but then we grew to be livestock, waiting for the senior-socioseniorslaughter pill mill. You must have some small, tinder, macromolecule of what it was to be standing in the bliss of universal underware; a long time ago in a universe far, far, away. Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! the neighbors.
Categories:
perplexes, angst, love, marriage, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
There’s certainly an irony that’s found in thoughts of ‘history’
However one may feel about the war between the sexes,
And would not ‘herstory,’ be just as sexist for example?
Is ‘history’ itself a ploy to bring some peace to mystery?
It seems whatever finds its page the tragedy is ample.
And claims that someone won at all? It certainly perplexes.
What ‘history’ seems certain in God’s quest to win man’s heart of hearts?
The last five hundred years suggests the tide is running from Him,
As more dogmatic Christians try to bind God with the Bible,
Preferring sinful legalisms to the Grace God’s love imparts,
And men of conscience shun the Church’s countenance of libel,
Preferring their souls rot in hell to sanctimonious hymn!
Technology is sure to bring new dreams to cradle of mankind!
My father plowed his father’s land behind a team of horses,
Yet lived to see man plant his flag upon a distant moon scape.
We seek, we probe, we test, we dream. New life? Who knows what we will find?
We grow, we blossom, multiply, explore the mind’s landscape!
And unafraid we all sign up for life’s emerging courses!
Man’s evolution’s likely to take a strange twist, or two, or three
Genetic change no longer linked to random acts of God’s will
Republicans considered now a sad pathetic erring
As all humanity now pulls the choicest fruit from genome’s tree
And Eden’s garden’s apple changes to a human pearing
As man’s imagination flows, God’s Quill now host to man’s fill.
And what if we could judge the future’s likely impact by the past?
The dinosaur extinction does not give me confidence sir,
For science and the Bible see consuming fire as certain,
Though we’re not here to see it my friend, still the end will come at last!
And if man is still earthbound it will be the final curtain,
And ‘history’ not there at last to see final ‘Godstory’.
Brian Johnston
December 4, 2014
Categories:
perplexes, history,
Form:
Rhyme
There once was a paint brush, without hesitation,
was stretching the branches of color before me
Bold geometrics, artistic affections,
some which have tangled,
mixing the hues of
crimson and umber, which changes the view
from where I am standing, with such admiration
Wedged deep in my fancy
I'm drawn to a tree
Yet almost imagine, a deer looks at me
with antlers, or branches, which?,... I can't decide...
Is this a mixed message, once buried to hide?
A view of the simple, is better by far
becomes the exception
like reaching for stars
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5/26/15
For Contest "Lexi's Art/Life Story-- Visual 5
Sponsored By Mystic Rose
Categories:
perplexes, art, beautiful, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
I've got exes of both sexes but what vexes and perplexes me when i'm riding in my Lexus and I get to feelin reckless is every time I see a "chick" I gotta wonder what the sex is.
Categories:
perplexes, allah,
Form:
Italian Sonnet
The life of mature minds
is aid to all silly clowns
adorn life and silently binds
and blooms each face and efface each frown.
The bluster of emotions, floods down
the mind and sheer delight glistens
on lips, and insipid nature drown
in delight, and to each incertitude silently listens
The drops of blushed desire with tinge
of fantasy and wild ecstasy drops
from minds abroad and bring
the sole being some consolation and passively props.
The restlessness of the soul
and uneasy hidden fears
and slow down incertitude rests all
and dim blur eyes literally tears.
The unreasoned thoughts perplexes and retards
and swarthy leaden eyes fails
the brimmed tear eye silently guards
but full emotioned, to visage dribblingly sails.
The mortal gazes at psyche as an urchin
with wild surmise and feel puzzled
to things unknown and admire with chin
up, full gape wide and blank eyes dazzled.
Categories:
perplexes, addiction, angel, confusion, emotions,
Form:
Verse
Grief has many faces
It astounds and confounds
It pierces and perplexes
It turns your world upside down
It invades like a thief
It steals your normalcy
You’re right – its name is Grief!
Life’s intrusive enemy!
Is it a friend or foe?
Is it all good or bad?
Don’t ask me; I don’t know!
I know I’ve lost what I had
Grief starts with denial
‘I’m fine, there’s nothing wrong’
‘This is an unreal trial’
‘I’ll drown in wine and song’
‘No! I have lost nothing!’
‘Impossible! This can’t be!’
‘I think I’m just dreaming’
‘My mind’s playing tricks on me!’
Denial turns to anger
‘God, why has this happened?!’
‘This is not fair, Father!’
‘It’s my fault! I’m ruined!’
‘Why did I have to lose her?!’
‘Why has he left me?!’
‘Why do I have to suffer?!’
‘No one understands me!’
Then we start bargaining
‘God, please give her back to me!’
‘I’ll do anything!’
‘God, make him return to me!’
‘Please let me amend the past!’
‘Please give me one more chance!’
‘Let me fix this broken mast!’
‘Take me back to the last dance!’
Depression then sets in
The ebbing wave of defeat
‘All is lost. I’ll just give in’
‘I’m crying in my seat’
‘It’s so dark and gloomy’
‘When have I last eaten?’
‘She’s gone. Just let it be’
‘I’m crushed by this burden’
‘Jesus, You know my grief
Through it all, You’ve been with me
In You, I find relief
You’ve borne my grief on the Tree’
‘Help me accept this loss
It hurts; please comfort me
I’m found, no longer lost
I’m Your child for eternity’
Categories:
perplexes, bereavement, break up, death,
Form:
Rhyme
Young boy’s first date,
I was hoping to mate,
Too backward even to kiss,
Oh wonderment of love’s bliss!
Puberty’s pimples galore,
All the while was hoping to explore,
Little red bumps are sore,
She said, “You are a bore!”
So embarrassed I could cry,
She was the apple of my eye,
I was hoping for romantic sigh,
She would not sit close by!
At about half past eight,
She said, “It is getting late,
I have another date, with Nate!“
Car won’t start, a dreadful fate!
I remember this first date,
With one of my wives, named Kate,
To a divorce, I do relate,
She cleaned my slate!
Kate, she is one of my exes,
I pay child support from Texas,
The cost of mating perplexes,
A pauper of the opposite sexes!
For and in honor of Carol Brown
Categories:
perplexes, funny
Form:
Rhyme
I know not why this path I’m on
perplexes so before the dawn.
But treading forth, one truth is known -
that God sits firmly on the throne.
For in his great and wise design,
how well He knows this pain of mine;
that searing grief of bitter loss -
for Christ, His Son died on the cross.
We know all things he’ll work toward
the good of those who love the Lord -
the very ones he calls his own,
who worship him upon his throne.
Categories:
perplexes, death, jesus, sad, son,
Form:
Couplet
*Image of Stakeout On Dope Street Withdrawl by Warner.
Delirium
I stepped in
yesterdays cold
that babbled through
a rosed mist,
its clammy waters
rallied the shallows
that suffer skin to clinch
flesh in curbed
shriveling
crimps,
Shapes a
glacial sheath
paired amongst
innocence, roughly
stays offbeat,
occasions a
past,
Coupling realms
of diverse remnants,
same as wavering
opinions, inducing
banks overflowing,
frigid blight
realized,
A duality
morphed as
a single organism,
cells bobbing well against a
skeletal chamber, wherein, the
upper region of unswerving
senses, uniquely contrast,
yet settled in their
unsettling way of
indivisibility,
Tug-of-war
eternally plays,
yes or no wobbles on a
scheming balancing beam,
and juggling is being skillfully
played whilst illusion rules
consciousness, botched
mayhem willingly flaps,
till it fancies its
place,
The chaos
that further perplexes
a cranium, where atop beams
heavenly pivoting light that gleams
then glows, bestowing its energetic
love, diligent patience flashes yon,
awakening a wholesomeness,
albeit, temporarily inclined,
cognizant vicissitudes
parts among us
and resonates
--an instant
warmth.
2020 July 16
*1st Place*
A BRIAN STRAND VERSE FREED
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 March 02
Categories:
perplexes, confusion,
Form:
Free verse
people who drop rubbish are so very very ignorant aren't they? BIN BAN BOOSH NOODLES AND CREAM.
Oh a lethargic tidal wave. Atomic power of circumference but dormant, hibernating, and still. But placing pineapple ears that stick up in triangular styles is not very fitting really as one should only use round shaped ears of peach due to the sheer fact that the ear lobe would be more appeasing to the wide girth of the trashed out portly container. Containers are neither carriers nor cartons and cartons carbonise so never attempt a wibble wobble jelly dance with eighteen trees and a silvery eyed gooseberry. Giant grabbing garters getting grateful gears. And the sole duty of a perpetual perplexes pink pointing polecat is to pinch proper placed plates pedantically. Semantic swans then. Ha. Xxxxx mythologized z z z z z at thirty four duvet covers writing notes to the mattresses to six fully plumped up pillows wiggling. Z astronomical.
Categories:
perplexes, art, baby,
Form:
Adrift among tall reeds and grass
wild vines the winds have spread, adorned
perplexes, thus, a maiden's quest
A maze of tangles stirs the glass
She's lost, when night comes vexed with thorns
to spark a tear, which stains her breast
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By Carrie Richards for Nette's Contest "Senses for a Sestet"
11/4/13
Categories:
perplexes, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
Bunch of Bum Steers
Are you really a rowdy, rude Republican
Who do sin and for long time have been
And after I had heard this was realizing
Politicians like them had been despising.
Always worship selves and never God
And all are known to be a tight wad
To save money eat bagels without lox
Have heard they have holes in their sox.
There are things which we all went through
But when our ballot boxes were broken into
On ballots were no signs of any sexes
And ballots were actually marked with X's.
Voters in Texas sign all ballots with X's
What makes us made and always perplexes
When they are lying into a bar disappears
After giving of us a bunch of bum steers.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Bolivia, NC
Categories:
perplexes, humorous,
Form:
Couplet