Time limits boggle my mind
with stressful thoughts of "hurry up,"
and "don't dawdle."
It makes me anxiously annoyed
to be pressured into completing
whatever the task.
I want to keep turning the hourglass
to keep the sands from running out,
or shackle the tongue of a clock's pendulum
before its gong rings, "Too late,
you've failed to achieve your goal!"
If truth be told,
I prefer not to measure time at all.
The urgency of ticking hands
makes me clench my jaws and fists.
I become impatient when it pushes
and shoves me along, relentlessly.
Times up and I'm done.
I am your child
Your flesh and blood
I don't ask for much
Just your love
When I have questions
I want to come to you
And get the answers I seek
That I hope are truthful, too
There will be times when I will challenge
The authority you hold
And you will hold me accountable
For being so bold
My moods may change
From time to time
And trying to understand those phases
Will boggle your mind
The parent/child relationship
Is not always an easy thing
It takes a lot of love and patience
And of course, understanding
So, there will be disagreements
And we may not always see eye to eye
But one thing that will never change
The love between you and I
The words still come
Gather
Vying for attention
Silently shouting
Choose me, choose me
I am the subtle variation
The thoughtful import
You seek
NO…choose me
I am the hook
That will reel them in
Heads shaking
To dislodge
A newly imbedded
Thought
Others think
He’ll never choose us
We are too simple, too plain
Alliterative aliens
Seeking a blank verse savor
Others smirk
Thinking….
He wouldn’t dare use me
My double entendre
Would boggle the minds
Of the one-dimensional reader
Languishing
In the lunacy
Of language
I have very few gripes to tell you about
But one major one is people who concentrate
On what's wrong with the world
Instead of concentrating on all the good things
That have come our way in the past decades
We take things for granted after a short while
And forget what it was like before
Where is it all heading?
Back in the middle of the 20th century
We could only guess at what lay ahead
Not an inkling as to the progress
The many gadgets that make life so much easier
More connected like never before
And yet this is only a period in time
With more gadgets that are available to us
Our minds boggle at human ingenuity
Last century was an explosion of new ideas
Never imagined possible before
These are the wonder years
We can only imagine what lies ahead
Paradox
Boggles the mind..
The boggling is
Fixed in illusory
Separation..so
There is no mind
To boggle..but
This story may
Resonate as
Freedom...
Blow down the snozzle
this windy wild world
is nowt but a hornswoggle.
Giddy are the blue birds
in head and heart,
blithered are the bush-beating
snit-shifters.
A good day to die and live again,
a day for tripping a bright bombastic.
A yet better day
for some nonsensical boggle
that wags words in a
beery muddle.
Fluffy are the puffy footloose
that skip well over a plushy clover,
great the laughter of children
that dance in the minding eye
of an everlasting God today.
I have lived through times of economic depression
Seen my country triumph over Japanese aggression,
Observed the demise of Russian communism
And seen great strides in undoing systemic racism.
I recall the first passenger jet flight from coast to coast
Of our space exploits and landing on the moon we boast,
I remember the first computers, the first cell phones
And now, I am seeing widespread usage of flying drones.
Medical advancements, MRI, C-Scans, too many to mention
Explosions of knowledge in all sciences boggle retention.
I remember when one could flag down a greyhound bus
Long before Interstate highways were a traveling plus,
F.D.R. was president when I was born in December ‘41
Some thought when he was in office, we’d all be done,
But we made it through Nixon and Watergate, still alive!
Through inflation, deflation, we have managed to thrive,
American ingenuity and enterprise get us over the hump
Now, if only, we can get through the travesty of Trump!
Written July 2, 2022
I have come to a bitter conclusion
I’m not writing what editors want,
My rejections are coming in profusion
It’s clear I am not a poetry savant.
I fear my muse is sabotaging me
With insignificant verse and rhyme,
She recently started charging a fee
For more than three lines at a time.
I think I’ll give her the old heave ho
To strike out versifying on my own,
But I hate to kick her out the door
She’s good with a rare homophone.
Maybe I shouldn’t blame my muse
For when I’m inclined to boggle a line,
She provides a convenient excuse
Then she’ll give me a word that’s fine.
Written June 22, 2022
What an unusual pragmatism conundrum.
We drum in our kids a sense of quantum.
Then, a few days later, we express our pain,
When we gaze on persons with the same stain.
We maintain tabs on the culprits responsible,
Similar views of the notion that we never boggle.
They also discuss the necessity for integrity.
Possibility of enduring unbearable agony.
Amidst all, we will mainly overlook the peculiarity.
There is a true cure for all our zealotry idiocy,
Our exquisite was driven to beauty, God's grace.
Over halcyon deeds, people in need, and peace.
We view a frail side within; it's a sort of plague.
There is no particular heal; thus, care is vague.
Written: November 25, 2021
The inhumanity of Man is really quite atrocious.
He thinks himself intelligent, he thinks himself precocious.
And yet his acts of selfishness show inately he's unkind.
His sudden acts of cruelty can boggle lesser minds.
No animal will torture before it finally kills;
But Mankind on the other hand can really give one chills.
He loves to feel the power that he holds above the head,
Of any creature he may own if he chooses then it's dead;
Just because he is annoyed it barked or caused him trouble;
So he killed it in some painful way, he wouldn't take the trouble,
To find the beast another home where it's love would be returned,
For that's all it ever wanted, it's little heart still yearned,
For just a kindly word from him, a gentle hand, that's all,
A little comfort and some food and he was give his all,
To a man who didn't need to vent his imperfections,
Upon a helpless little beast who only wanted affection.
Are we really here alone, what do you believe?
Is there life after death, why is that so hard to conceive?
This Universe is very big, there could be some others.
Maybe we were just dropped off by a few interstellar brothers.
What about the lights in the sky around area 51?
Did a spaceship really crash there, maybe more than one?
It can really boggle the mind, no matter how one is trained.
The mysteries of life and death and the fantasy of the unexplained.
October 1, 2020
“The Unexplained” Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Carolyn Devonshire
When the voice at the top
With the orange-hued mop
Makes suggestions that boggle the mind
Those who serve on his court
Should remove their support
Not regretting what they leave behind.
For his latest remarks
From his tweets and his barks
Saying Covid might vanish with bleach
Sounded dumb and bombastic
(But far from sarcastic).
Can we try one more time to impeach?
Africa is a myriad of nature's animal kingdom
Unequaled for its diversity as seen through a prism
Dangerous or docile
Minds they boggle
It began, a reflection of lives own symbolism>center>
If you keep things simple
It makes life easier to understand
If you complicate it
Things may get out of hand
Too much information
Can boggle mind and brain
The brain can't contain it
And the mind will feel the strain
A simple approach
To everything in life
Will lay a strong foundation
To learn thoroughly without strife
With patience and persistence
And the will to learn
You will feel the cogs in your brain
Will start to turn
In the right direction
If things are started slow
Slow and surely wins the race
It's the perfect way to go
Anyone Game?
My head throbbed. It started to boggle my mind.
With such pain, I wanted my doctor and quick.
I made an appointment and got myself in.
Good thing I did. It turns out my brain was sick.
An x-ray on my cranium I was shown.
The doctor said, “Look there; can you spot it?”
I looked and saw a dark blob; the doctor said,
“I’m sorry, but be thankful that we caught it!”
He told me I would need an operation,
that furthermore, I would be in trouble
if I waited, for my life was at huge risk
if he didn’t operate like on the double!
I lay there on the table with aggravation.
The doctor did not seem to have a clue.
Was I hearing things? As I was going under,
he called for spoons, and laughing, said "Guess who!"
March 14, 2019 Carol Connell's Anyone Game? Contest
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