Many vague friendship
Some don't understand good friends
I tried to be one.
Her - Prayer of a Bewildered Poet
Slowly, softly, with the Truth, crush me!
She doesn’t exist, does she?
“Her,” a construct?… my own intimate imagery?
Some romantic symphony?…
Existing only in my memory?…
Now just another misery, ..of my own making?
Her, is not there, not anywhere!… Is she?
How dare you Create me this way!?…
The kind so prone to excruciating fantasy!?
In the end, always just me,
the letters have been sent on,
wild, free, is all I’m ever allowed to be.
Never Home, never again, tell the Truth…
will I be?
The disordered sands of entropy,
churned by the wheel of chaotic time,
settle on the stratified shelf of the disorganized life.
In moments moving with perturbed dispersed dust,
the truth of trust oscillates in tumult
on the ruffling ripples of mayhem.
In the bewildered efflux of errant disarray,
everything rumpled changes in nonplussed instants,
except for the notion of change.
The mystifying alchemy of metamorphosis
reveals the real façade fragile
of the perplexing psychic transformation.
In the baffling squall of divesting dismay,
my mind disheveled in befuddled moments
into a dishabille state of confusion,
splinters the leitmotif of the embedded emotions.
The confounded cascade of consternation
carries them away to the abyss of oblivion.
Yet, when my castle of sand on the shore of yearning
tumbles down in a clutter of dispersed debris,
in its disorientation I discover discombobulated
the emotive flute of dormant feelings,
play the tune of unfazed ecstasy,
making the lucid music of mystique memory.
The winds come to me from the fields of sleep
Where dreams are blown out of the shallow hills
And I, in my solitude, do rejoice
As I take my comfort within their voice
Which visits me as the cool evening stills
And is rinsed by raindrops that mildly weep.
Gone is the rainbow and tincture of day
Lost in the clouds as they swim in the air
And I, in my quietness, drift afar
By merely the light of a silver'd star
Where only the souls of the sleeping dare
Seek a place that is distant - far away.
In the deepest of night, the dead of dark,
When the silent shadows hide from the light
For, shadows are secrets mellowed by age
And, ages are timeless, robbed of their rage,
And rage is bewildered, lost in the night
Yet, still sighs its echo deafingly stark.
Where is the morning to dazzle and glow ?
Where are the sunbeams to fever the heart ?
Yes! morning will come, as sure as the winds,
When the grey of the dusk slowly rescinds
And the fields of sleep will fleetly depart
And the dreams of the hills aimlessly go.
Here,
There's no one else but me
to build a sandcastle.
I'm bewildered
by the vastness of imaginary sands
and oceans in a country only existing
within the boundaries of my mind
I lay my hands bare at this island.
~Hidayat
ig: hidayat_the_poet
Everyday I Die..
I am broken
Falling apart
Cursed at birth
Tortured tied to the windmill of the mind
Heart in tatters and ripped apart
By evil hand
An unwanted orphan
Umbilical chord
Severed from the world
I no longer understand
Or want to dwell
I a place I know well
I go there everyday
They call it hell!
Stabbed in the front stabbed in the back
I v’e reached a dead end street
And there’s no way back
Tried to span the gaps
But fell down the cracks
A new mountain to face everyday
With a slippery slope
With no helping hand
Or rope
A broken compass I have no direction
But down to sweet oblivion
Blighted by my own demons
And my imperfections
Too man knots to untie
Thrown in the deep end cannot swim
Trying to keep my head above water
A lamb ready for the slaughter
Never got to F… the parsons daughter
Sleep my my only allie
I awake he nightmare begins yet again
Every single day I die.
.
Peter Dome©2021.
*
Donald Trump has declined to say
What his threats are worth on EBay
Iran did not buy
Trump had a good cry
And now has the Devil to pay
*(Trump can't figure out why the
"wonderful aircraft" Americans deployed to
defeat the British during the Revolutionary
War failed to intercept Iranian missiles)
Thrown asunder in bewilderment
I list like a ship in a catatonic sea
inert in a perplexed state of confusion
thoughts drift in and out, going nowhere
unable to move forwards or backwards
I flounder helplessly in uncharted waters.
Written on 2/12/2019
Hillary Was Bothered and Bewildered
Hillary was bothered, bewildered and did bewitch;
We had read story that together she would stitch;
Sent out query;
Had been leery;
Knew that she became nervious seeing her twitch.
Jim Horn
I am bewildered by your beauty at zero distance
The rainbow romances you with radiance...
Red roses ravish you with fresh fragrance...
Nature nourishes you with sweet substance...
It seems you are angels' only acquaintance...
My eyes opened when I asked for a dance..
Yet my heart tellls me it was a true trance...
Bewildered and Filtered
Trump seems so sad and bewildered;
Down from heaven heard have filtered,
Perturbing pain,
And weight gain;
By us as President will not be revered.
Jim Horn
Although the scent of laughter flows
Into my wind-swept breath ,
I hesitate the call of his rugged charm
As violin notes serenade temptation’s play
To crawl upon my luscious flesh igniting
Evening's spice of an earthy maleness … I quiver.
While moonshine drapes the porch-light's view,
He pulls me nearer in warm embrace
Fondling lines of my glistened back--
How in slow-fire drift, I claim effort
To regain awareness from this hazy trance.
In a hush flush, I gently leave bewildered
Denying our first plunge with a ‘ no, not yet’…
But seriously , in the brink of hunger and craving,
My raw instinct pleaded to utter ………’yes.’
john lawless' Contest: But Seriously
1/26/2017
i prefer to remember you like this
there was a time when this space was meant only for us
now we created a hole that allowed grief and stress
we are now shades of our former selves living in oblivion within ourselves
i am on a roller coaster ride as i stare endlessly out of the window
the bends reminds me of the nausea of our never ending changes
what i would not give for a sweet dose of organic glory right now
that is what it felt like when we first met
somewhere between fantasy and black paradise, reality and truth tapped us on the shoulder
what died is our merged recognition of reason and our emboldening of The Reason
i guess that is why i turn to isolation as my visibly invisible mistress
in the center of walking the floor over you, i prefer to remember you like this
Orb of night
Amaze as we gaze
Bewildered of all you emanate
Our envisions of a man on the moon,
A cow pining to jump over you,
Swiss cheese, a mice day dream
Of scurrying through your craters
Bring the wild out of one’s soul
Or
Are you just here in the silence of the night
To bring dreams of passion desires
Under your satin sheet of glittering stars
Or
To set the mood for romance
Under your watchful eyes
Orb of night
Amaze as we gaze
Bewildered of all you emanate
By:Eve Roper 5/7/2015
Had 6 she did. One at a time.
Worried about one…most of the time.
One had their own set of rules too.
Early on realized school was a bore.
Overnight a scouting uniform turned into a wetsuit.
It takes much longer to turn a wrench into a paintbrush.
Seems absconding normalcy is fun to do and watch.
A mother’s bewilderment turns to understanding.
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