Best Quandary Poems
In quandary I stood
Like a child
Who's lost his way.
Sockets rolling,
Eyes probing,
Two beautiful roses beckon.
Rule: Thou shall take not more that one.
Rose A,
Rose B,
Both full of love and life.
Selfish mind,
Desiring both,
Impossible wish.
What a quandary Dan, you find yourself in
Choosing a membership fit for a PS king
Why mull over it to see what others think?
You know you love exploring the PS link
Reading and writing poetry everyday
It seems obvious that Premium is the way
One, two or even Life – Just do it, Go Life
Then you can get up to all kinds of strife
Absorb yourself completely, in all it gives
Post a new contest and have us as captives
Create an awesome blog and have us in fits
An attentive audience to your fun and wit
Poetry Soup community know you are clever
You know you want it, membership forever
Written for Dan Kearley - A reply in poem to Dan's poem
titled "Should I become a Premium Member"
Shall I do penance for my hasty words,
or poise myself on this quaint narrow quay
to smell the salty perfume of the sea,
on platinum ship sail so far away?
I quiver with trepidation and dread.
Forgive my horrid rashly spoken speech
before I venture this stormy voyage.
Assuage my repentant heart I beseech.
Alas I am in sad, sad quandary.
I pray you hear my true profound remorse,
accept my ardent amends and redress,
before I embark on this lonely course.
The dishes are done,
Kids are asleep and dreaming.
Want to watch T.V.?
Privacy at last.
The kids will not disturb us.
Want to hug and smooch?
The dishes are done.
No one will disturb us, but
She's got a headache.
Whatever I did,
It must have been bad, because
She keeps saying, "No."
"A Charming Quandary"
Pieces of thy heart
were fed to nourish thee
a charming quandary
seeks the purveyor
of all things seeking thee
inside the hungry
I Am
sits at a table
waiting for you
to take your seat
left or right
it does not matter which
the conversation
will be the same
what do you think of me?
The paths you had
to take to find me?
your chair waits
left or right
it does not matter which
you are not early
you are not late
two plates
at either seat
sides left or right
irrelevant, yet solely
two plates set for thee
Pieces of thy heart
were fed to nourish thee
a charming quandary
seeks the purveyor
of all things seeking thee
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
VI, 12.
1. As the sun (goes around) the heavens I have surrounded the race of the serpents. As night (puts to rest) all animals except the hamsa bird, (thus) do I with this (charm) ward off thy poison.
2. With (the charm) that was found of yore by the Brahmans, found by the Rishis, and found by the gods, with (the charm) that was, will be, and is now present, with this do I ward off thy poison.
3. With honey do I mix the rivers; the mountains and peaks are honey. Honey are the rivers Parushnî and Sîpalâ. Prosperity be to thy mouth, prosperity to thy heart.
VI, 77.
1. The heavens have stood, the earth has stood, all creatures have stood. The mountains have stood upon their foundation, the horses in the stable I have caused to stand.
2. Him that has control of departure, that has control of coming home, return, and turning in, that shepherd do I also call.
3. O Gâtavedas (Agni), cause thou to turn ill; a hundred way's hither shall be thine, a thousand modes of return shall be thine: with these do thou restore us again.
My Mind's in Such a Quandary
By Franklin Price
11/23/2015
My mind's in such a quandary
About the U.S.A.
Of our lives and how we live them
What we believe and is our way
Our great Statue of Liberty
That welcomes masses to our shore
Our Constitution, Bill of Rights
All of this and so much more
Was a time when people came
For what we offered here
Opportunity and freedom
What was offered was quite clear
Work hard and learn the language
Pledge the oath and naturalize
Become a U.S. Citizen
And your fortune realize
No matter your religion
Your color or your creed
This country offered welcome
Now is changing, yes indeed
Some people who are coming
Want to govern as they will
Makes us learn their language
I've almost had my fill
If you want to benefit
In this great land of the free
Be a part of where you are
Not where you used to be
You may practice your religion
Speak your language in your home
Speak English and obey the laws
When you work and when you roam
That's really not a lot to ask
For this opportunity
If that's not within your future
Go back to where you used to be
I had dreamt that all oceans were beer,
from a rowboat I’m scooping up cheer,
but similar to tea,
beer goes right through me.
I can’t urinate in the boat - OH DEAR!
Tea kettle steam and curtseys greet queenly company.
"Quaint" dainty danishes are dazzlingly displayed
with quintessential utensils and dishes.
Stenciled place cards display exclusive names.
Respective guests, formally dressed, rest with "poise."
Facing "platinum" plates gently lie on lace doilies.
Coral lilies bloom "perfume" from a porcelain vase.
Imagination's "quay" traces Teacup Bay, where
a sea of swooshing scents blend to perfection.
Sinatra's croons fuse with light conversation.
Earl Grey's bergamot flavor warrants accolades.
Spiced chai indulgence compliments petite cream puffs.
Honey hibiscus kissed lips sink in to sandwich quarters:
glazed turkey focaccia perked with endive and feta,
and roast beef ciabatta pleased with provolone cheese.
Tuna cucumber rolls are wrapped like sacred scrolls.
Bakery scones, cupcakes, and biscuits await.
I "quiver" to consider the "quandary" of
treat possibilities, all within reach.
My jesting "penance" for perfection
is to sample three of each.
Mind Your P's and Q's Contest words used:
Penance Poise Perfume Platinum
Quay Quiver Quandary Quaint
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner
2/9/2021
As the morning breaks, in a summer day
a bare foot boy, in blue denim overalls,
red and white striped tee-shirt, and straw hat,
rolls up his pantlegs up to his knees, and stands
on the narrow river's white quay.
Alongside the tall rustling sedge,
where the water is cool, busy meadow bees hum,
annoy as he holds his long cane pole.
A quandary. Anxious, made him quiver, takes a step,
Then two, then three, against the rustling sedge.
Outraged, he bids, go away you, with sully fire.
Stricken by slanderous words from out of his mouth;
Suddenly replaced with silence and unease.
Penance for your soul to be cleansed.
The tears he shed, a boy of quaint poise,
Burdened with the weight of such sin.
Like perfume oozes through air,
Hearing his murmuring pitiful word, Sorry.
To him was the worth of not gold, but platinum.
3/1/2021
Mind Your P's And Q's Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Michelle Faulkner
Penance Poise Perfume Platinum
Quay Quiver Quandary Quaint
The Quandary
Standing high on the mountain side
I take in the first breath of morning
It seems so much more refreshing here
Maybe it is the altitude that we are at
The aroma of my morning brew reaches my nostrils
The steam a reminder of the time of year
As I survey the pristine landscape my thoughts wander to home
Father would be at the farm readying for harvest
He too would be having his first cup of java
I can hear mother in the background reminding him of something
Soon he would be culling the herd for winter meat
Isn’t that what people say I do, cull
Yet for me, gazing down the hillside, it does not feel the same
Sure I do this with my fellow men to survive
But it feels like we are taking them out in their prime
That somehow it is a travesty
Back at some distant headquarters they will remind that others will follow
We are only doing what needs to be done
That much good will come of what we will do today
And in that is my quandary
I see them fall some younger, some older, some not at all
Those few spared to provide seed for new generations
That last gasp is the same regardless of their age
The word “timber” signaling their death knell
That which took decades if not centuries to grow
Will be felled in a matter of minutes
The tree which has lived longer than I now dead
A seedling placed where it once so proudly stood
I am a logger
But you can call me Bob
Andreas Simic©
Should I
break my stone thoughts
'till dust upon my skin
satisfying sack cloth sorrow
reaching as a beggar reaches stained hands
sleeping without weight or 'morrow
having crushed thoughts of you
forever gone...
Should I?
The xenop* is a kind of frog
That loves a sub-Saharan climate.
And though I don't like being terse,
I must cut short this froggie's verse,
'cause I've encountered the poet's curse…
With xenop,
Like orange,
There's not much to rhyme it.
*Pr: zee-nop
1
When u don't know what to feel, think, say
"Thy Kindom Come, Thy Will Be Done" is prayer
2
Repeat slowly, Thy Kingdom Come. Watch within
Savor: Thy will be Done. Not ours, the King's
He is a King, He has a Kingdom & Court
It has word power, to transplant & transport
From this earth-bound domain, even when one can't
Understand Thy Will, why it should be done ...
Thy kingdom come ... The urgency, the waiting
A Kingdom, a Kingdom, it's no political thing
I am in a quandary
I am in a fix
My life in a predicament
I wonder what will happen next
Nothing doth run smoothly
So often things go wrong
It would be so refreshing
For a new day to begin
with laughter and with joy
and a large double gin
And as the sun begins to rise
And blackbirds start to sing
I’m looking all around
for a dilemma to begin
Breakfast comes and goes
Not a burn upon the toast
For today this day be Sunday
I look forward to my Sunday roast
A gentle stroll along the prom
Before it starts to go all wrong
But people smile and for a while
I even burst into a song
Back at home the leg of lamb
Permeates my nostrils
Pink and succulent with roasties
tender carrots and parsnips
lots of lovely fresh mint sauce
complements the lamb of course
I sit and tuck into my meal
lamb melting in my mouth
This is my favourite Sunday roast
But then disaster doth approach
My left front crown I'd swallowed down
My day had begun
far too good to be true
I am starting to choke
I am turning bright blue
Alone am I ~ am I going to die
No one here to pat my back
I am in a pickle
I am in a jam
In such a tight corner
In a quandary is where I am…
Written 2nd October 2021
Contest "Q" contest
Sponsor Constance La France
2nd PLACE
Contest A STRAND 1054
Sponsor Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
LADIES, I'm IN A QUANDARY
Ladies, my Hubby once a year,
joins his cronies on the quay.
Down on the river watching
the … “unloading” at dawn.
Ladies, he gave me a quaint perfume,
expects to smell its scent on me,
and my platinum colored hair,
I hate scent … but it really turns him on.
Ladies, I’m in a real QUANDARY,
Biblically speaking, his Quiver is full,
lots of ammo doesn’t shoot blanks,
pray not … inseminates me.
Ladies this is what I may have to do,
I may poise myself to do penance.
Because I’ll fake a headache when he returns,
Ladies gotta prevent … unwanted pregnancy.
March I. 2021 copyright
Contest: P’s and Q’s
Sponsor: Michelle. Faulkner