Best Quizzically Poems
You made me love yellow flowers
in the middle of July,
when everything was dying
because the ground was so dry.
You offered them to me
with the faintest smile on your face,
caressed the lemon petals
as you put them on display.
I looked at them quizzically,
questioning there presence.
You embraced me with laughter,
said they’re my essence.
You told me a short story
of blossoms and blooms,
and strength and survival,
in the midst of gloom.
And I fell in love with yellow flowers
because of the story you shared,
and I cherished their sunshine,
and the meaning they bared.
And then they were gone.
Along with you
and your stories and smile.
No laughter or embrace.
No petals or blooms,
sunshine or lemons.
The ground was dry
and cracked
and barren.
And I was alone,
with just a fading scent
and drifting memories.
You made me love yellow flowers,
then you took them away.
copyright 2017 rapsedeblu/'raps?de blü
Just a writer who needs to write.
Categories:
quizzically, divorce, flower, heartbreak, love,
Form:
Romanticism
Scarlett thought she was promised permanent security.
Satchels of resilience bound her fragile wrists.
Woodland deities hailed her.
Underworld demons feared her.
The curious townsfolk simply stood in contemplation -
Inviting epee's gleamed in their eyes
as the garden shears, in their hands, smiled.
Scarlett oft pretended she was Joan of Arc.
Threads of meshed titanium webbed her sheltered heart.
Sour Grimm moppets heralded her.
Skeptical fairy godmothers chastised her.
The relentless wheel of innocence spun without interruption.
Persnickety rogues sashayed in dumbed silence -
permitting their sordid counterparts unwelcomed invitations
into a void where reverend satchels are tragically punctured.
Scarlett donned spiked eye patches in her latter years.
Protective velour swatches masking mass and the masses.
Myths and urban legends empathized with her.
Gods and martyrs appropriately buried her.
The dumbfounded spirits circle Scarlett's broken window with raised eyebrows.
Quizzically staring at rotting barrels littered with skeins if shredded satchels -
yards if tainted fibers being hopelessly spun into yet another
dark, forgotten midnight.
Categories:
quizzically, irony, sad love,
Form:
Free verse
BUT SERIOUSLY
“The Unprecedented President”
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who’s the greatest President of them all?
“I am the voice beyond-beyond...
A truthful answer I must respond.”
Yes, it is the truth I quizzically quest
I ask again, who is the beauteous best?
“You are”, the mirror said with fingers crossed
The mirror knowingly well a lie was tentatively tossed.
In the mirrors, we see rewarding reflections
Layered lie's of life’s derailed defections
Illicit illusions with abundant attractions
Pompous portrayals of diplomatic distractions.
Jan.22.2017
BUT SERIOUSLY - Contest
Sponsored by: John lawless
Categories:
quizzically, corruption, identity, image, mirror,
Form:
Rhyme
With her first words she mesmerized his soul,
Of rose water and lavender was her aroma,
Her tip tap of her fairy tale walk was majestic,
A woman of status still in her prime of depth and note,
Wisps of red-hot curls, floating out of control adding
To her appeal, a magnetic touch to the usual
Variety of husband seeking maidens at the ball.
He hurriedly asked her for the opening dance,
She accepted and gracefully took his hand,
He first tested the waters, like a ballerina she danced,
Sadly, the music stopped for an interval, and
So led her back, as her deep smiling hazel brown eyes
Played with his, quizzically asking if she would see him
Again, he bowed and loudly voiced ‘my lady, the next dance
Is mine.’ it was a sweltering July night, she curtsied, and
Walked outside to the patio, attracting every man's attention.
Lord Kingsworth was from Somerset and, the Duchess of York
From Yorkshire, they made a striking couple as they swayed,
Laughed and whirled all night on the dance floor, infatuation
Had certainly crept upon them and the gossip column in
Tomorrow’s Country Times would certainly talk of this romance
And definitely would not let such a juicy piece of scandal escape them.
Lord Edward Kingsworth invited Helen, the duchess of York to a picnic,
Helen, charmingly smiled and accepted, Edward would pick her
Up with his carriage at eleven o`clock the following morning.
He had made up his mind he would ask Helen to become
Betrothed to him, who should he ask for her hand in marriage,
Her eldest brother she explained, as her father had died last
Year of tuberculosis and so it came to pass that after
An engagement of one year which held many ardent nights
And many picnic loving days by the river, which meandered
Close by them, always hurriedly stripping and unashamedly
And joyfully, enjoying the cool water, deliciously naked, finally
Became husband and wife at the beautiful York Cathedral.
What a happy couple they were, and blessed with three
Beautiful little girls who all had their mother’s unruly red hair.
Categories:
quizzically, marriage,
Form:
Narrative
I remember every minute of the first day we met,
It was raining, coming in to the reception you got wet,
At a mutual friend’s wedding, you came with a date,
You sat next to me, this was our destiny and fate!
You flirted outrageously with me from the start,
Love at first sight, cupid’s arrow reaching each heart.
You spilled your red wine on my skimpy evening dress,
You apologised my new dress looked an absolute mess.
But I had to quiet my pulse rate, which I instantly felt,
Cupid was in control, causing my heart to melt.
I fell madly in love that magic filled fascinating night,
I loved you from the moment you came into my sight,
You asked me to dance, I looked at you quizzically,
Oh don’t worry about Mary, you answered instantly,
She wanted to attend a Greek wedding and break plates,
Just a friend, certainly not one of my dates.
You kissed me goodnight on my cheek as we both left,
In my diary that same night I accused you of theft,
You had stolen my heart, my soul, and my senses,
I had let down my guard, there were no more fences.
The following day I got a huge bunch of red roses,
I love you, said the card, I was on fire, no amount of hoses
Could put this girl down, I was in a complete daze,
Everything misty with love, I was walking through haze.
You had to do a three week army camp, no cell phones
Then, so I just had to wait in nether land zones.
What happened we don’t know, to this day ourselves blame,
We were in love, but silly, aren’t all youngsters the same,
We should have got married then, but it took many years
Married, divorced, each with a son, met up with heartfelt tears,
Got married 6 months later, with family and friends present,
A very ecstatic couple, this lady and gent!
Categories:
quizzically, love, passion, rose,
Form:
Couplet
My soul surrenders and soars like the elegant eagle
As my mind melds of the wolves wildly witted
Experiencing mother earth thru the eye of the needle
Frolicking forests as is perceptually permitted
The eagle explores over the running raging river
Thru eagle eyes I see the rivers enchanted edge
The wolf watches his prey who quizzically quiver
For both partake in a platonic paradisal pledge
I hunger like the wandering wolf and patiently wait
And the eagle takes me to far off landscape lands
For thus I use my written words as bantering bait
Thru poetic pacification my mind masterly expands
Of the watchful wolf and the elegant eagle
Admiring art perched on the artist’s easel.
June.07.2017
SPIRIT GUIDES - Contest
Sponsored by: White Wolf
Categories:
quizzically, adventure, analogy, destiny,
Form:
Sonnet
With one stocking up and the other rolled down
the old lady waddled her way to town.
Her flowered dress sported stains of breakfast.
Her hair was matted, like a birds nest.
Lipstick circled her lips, like a circus clown.
The painted smile veiled depression and a frown.
While quizzically looking up at her face,
the small boy clutching her hand tried to keep pace.
As she shuffled her way down main street,
she chatted with anyone she chanced to meet.
Often she would point with pride
to small boy by her side
As the boy grew older, he began wondering
why she couldn’t tell they were pretending.
Couldn’t she hear their humoring lies?
Couldn’t she see the laughter in their eyes?
Couldn’t she sense the embarrassment in the air?
Perhaps she couldn’t care? Perhaps she wasn’t aware?
Being locked in a child like state
may not be the worst fate,
Because children can make up places
where there are no staring faces.
Categories:
quizzically, grandmother,
Form:
Free verse
Good morning Steph, today's the twentieth.
It's Syd's birthday and I've been thinking of you.
I bought her a cake yesterday, chocolate and vanilla swirled.
I thought of calling your mom,
but she always disappears this time of year.
She wants to be alone with you.
Instead I bought another cake
just for you,
like I always do.
A red velvet, I think you'd like it.
I woke up this morning all alone and went to the frig,
pulled out your cake and cut a slice.
My eyes filled with tears but you know I don't cry
so I closed my eyes and wished you a happy birthday
and let just one slip by,
just for you.
It's been a while since we shared your last birthday together.
Yours on the nineteenth and Sydney's on the twentieth,
eighteen years apart.
Sydney was just one.
Just the family,
the four of us
and you and your mom.
We joked and laughed.
Who knew in a few months you'd be gone.
We all felt so helpless after the accident,
but there was nothing we could do,
just be there for your mom.
She stayed with us for days afterward.
Then there was Granddaddy, you were like his own daughter.
One of the last things he said to me before he passed away
was, "I know my times over
but I'll surely be happy to see Stephanie again."
I hope your together.
Sydney's fourteen now.
Funny thing, when she was two,
three times she was looking over her moms shoulder, entranced.
Her mom asked, "What are you looking at?"
Her response was, "Nina."
Heather made up that name for you
when she was only three. I remember,
out of the blue, she looked at you and said "Nina."
You looked at her quizzically and said, "My name's Stephanie."
She said, "No, it's Nina."
You said, "OK," and she called you that from then on.
We found out years later that she blamed herself for your death,
and she was the most hurt by it.
She loved you so much.
She didn't understand.
She was only six.
Stephanie, such a beautiful,
gentle
young woman
You were the first to leave us
and by far the hardest.
I would have taken your place in a moment
if only to keep the tears from you mom's eyes.
Love you Nina,
miss you.
03/19/16
Categories:
quizzically, birthday, sad,
Form:
Elegy
A good number of us decided to go on holiday down to the sea,
Well, it was such a fun crazy time and it ended far too quickly,
Every night a couples’ name was pulled out of the hat,
It was our turn to cook on the coming Saturday, fancy that,
We had to put on a good spread and decided to cook Greek,
Out we went on the morn ticked off each item, had to perform peak,
No-one was allowed in the kitchen when we were cooking,
The aroma wafted under the door, they were eager to come looking,
But we locked the door, and two hours later we rang the dinner bell,
The clan came quickly, it smelt divine, followed their nose and tasty smell,
Everyone was hungry So ample portions we served, it tasted so good,
We were complimented, Jane asked for a second serving of food,
So proud we were, one and all, enjoying our Cabernet and chatty dine,
But then something embarrassing happened, which wasn’t so fine,
A heaped spoon my friend placed in her mouth, we heard spluttering,
a cough and, oh my gosh,
Her empty spoon fell into the food with a thundering splattering splosh,
Jane quizzically picked this thing up, it had a tail, not a mouse, but a black plug,
With a bright shiny chain which took forever to reveal itself,
I wanted to crawl under the table but all I could do was blush, was it myself
or hubby, when washing the veg in the sink, accidentally picked it up potatoes
At first silence, then her hubby laughed, watch out for the salad and tomatoes
It has become a household joke between us and many a friend,
We were jovially asked what was the next Greek dish that we recommend!
Categories:
quizzically, sea,
Form:
Rhyme
goldfinch flits, quizzically looks, weeping willow, maximillian sunflower gone
Categories:
quizzically, bird,
Form:
Monoku
Staring at the Universe a speck of decaying dust, roaming like restless rust
A sovereign statue underrated & unjust, searching solitudes of trust
With a mirage of mirrors in my view, steering my soul to scantly skew
Meticulously moving quizzically on cue, banished beneath the blue
We are Nomads of the rising Sun, surviving the fields of oblivion as one
First, we crawl, walk then run…exiting the earth when we are done
We are but a tear in the oceans of time, drowning in a downhill climb
A speck of lamented light or sublime, a phantom peripheral pantomime
Dormant death encroaches with remorse, only to silence and enforce
Invader of dreams like a Trojan-Horse, never deviating from its course
Stay awake from this slaving sleep, taking away your breath with a sweep
Does the lion lie with the sheep, when we cross the abyss of the deep?
March.01.2019
Dance of Death
Sponsored by:
Chantelle Anne Cooke
Placed 6'th...Thank You
Categories:
quizzically, dance, death, grief,
Form:
Rhyme
A nascent hodgepodge
of gobbledygook from me,
or alternatively yours
nada soo true lee,
this incipient harm
less bumbling in das scribe
hubble wordy monster prithee
lee, nonchalantly, and lovingly
enjoys generating inscrutable mish
mash vocabulary,
which vapid unsolicited
largesse - from this dip see
dude dill ling, jabbering, dee
pull hoar rubble casket base,
and quacking rub bush pre
mere ring this harried
styled and swiftly tail
lord gibberish - dee
lib writ lee doth
write play full lee
to maximize obfuscation, dee
fie interpretation, and que
zook lee (quizzically)
silently ha...ha...ha
dis Matt chew wing,
chuckling, unremarkably
lamb baa sting king, she
push lee, dauntingly we
sill lee (weaselly) undermining
comprehension, whar ye
dear reader feel trapped
without a turn key
continually sliding into this
old rotten Goth theme be
have (behave) Ural
sink - as aye blithe lee
undoubtedly matter hoof
act corroborate with (be
leave me you) this
"FAKE" sniveling dee
mean nor (demeanor), the least
bit concerned if ye
unfairly find mine cumber
some harried style i.e.
spooner than later
lore or mess free
dissociation, viz parched
stream of consciousness me
thinks meandering into
an oxbow lake hee
ping (by Dickens) yar rye
ha (Uriah), where yar
tried patience probably
didst syrup pass smoldering rage
against this may pull leaf tree
cooly le (treacly)
slap dash helter
skelter brash poppycock
bereft, devoid, and fee
bully, sans ex tolling extra help
pings of gibberish glee
fully - totally tubularly
gloating how thee
moost experience
utter frustration re:
garding figuratively wading,
thru thicket of faux pre
tent shuss verbiage
omitting even so mooch
as a fore warning from
this one percent nee
and dare dearth hull
(Neanderthal) - as re:
veiled from genetic test
23andme, an
endeavor taken by me
eldest sister, - whose
first name iz a male lee,
Harris - hyphenated with Mug gee
Hen (McGeehan).
Categories:
quizzically, 10th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Lyric
/There she stood tall, face down.
Her tall frame obvious despite her bowed head.
Tied and beaten like a goat being led to the abattoir.
As she sobbed, I felt the strain in her voice.
Her cries were not the only ones that rang through my head;
but also the shrill sobs of the infant child.
Naked, save for the piece of clothe that strapped him to her back.
Their cries filled my heart with emotions I didn't know I possessed.
Tufia! Tufiakwa!
A bent little old woman with just four tobacco-stained teeth shouted.
I had only arrived the previous night with barely 2 hours of sleep.
I rob my sleepy eyes in confusion.
“What's her crime?” I ask.
“What is her crime?” I ask again,
this time louder with irritation and anger over the silence that greeted my first question.
She looks at me longingly with pleas in her lovely deep eyes,
just as another lash hit hard across her back.
A look like I should do something, say something.
I look back quizzically.
I need a clue, a guide, an insight into what is going on.
But she only looks away in despair, as tears roll down her cheeks;
She has the type of cheeks that reminded me of red succulent tomatoes.
I ran forward to help.
Strong and coerce hands from nowhere restrain me.
The Old woman with brown teeth, points at the little creature.
Then I take a good look at him.
But he is just a baby, so tiny, so innocent.
Tiny little fingers stretched forward, with gold-colored hair I would love to have.
Cute gray eyes; so crystal-like, so clear.
“How can this beauty be a "tufikawa"?”
I ask no one in particular.
Then it dawns on me:
he isn't just a baby, he is an ALBINO.
Oh! The woes of an archaic tradition, my motherland.
Composed by Anita Odure Odeh
Note: This poem is purely fictional, none of it ever happened./
Categories:
quizzically, africa, , cute,
Form:
Epic
You were in my dream.
What does it mean?
You were by my side when we had to hide.
We saw the shooting stars.
We saw the moon lit glistening lake.
We heard the wind in the trees.
We felt the cold embrace.
You were in my dream.
You were there with me.
You've seen what I've seen.
You were in my dream.
What does it mean?
I see you standing there.
Standing without a care.
Then you turn your head and see me.
You turn upon your feet.
You walk straight up to me.
You stand in front of me.
We're strangers but together we have been?
We're strangers but together we've seen?
We're strangers, never before did we meet?
You look at me so quizzically.
Nodding then shaking your head
you say to me...
How can this be?
You were in my dream.
James Young, ‘HUMAN’
Olympia publishers 2023
Categories:
quizzically, dream, me, surreal,
Form:
Free verse
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The Mocking Bird Sat
Quizzically looking in...
Broken drained bird bath
(My bird bath is
broken..The
Mocking Bird
sat on the rim
looking at me
in the kitchen
like he was
asking me
what is wrong here.)
Categories:
quizzically, animals, imagination, life, naturebird,
Form:
Haiku