Lady in Red, striking a lovely pose,
Her silhouette speaks poetry, not prose.
Upon the charming grace of a kitten -
Jaws drop, eyes boggle wide and hearts smitten.
Her “scent” bedazzles Al Pacino's sight,
Her elegance empowers Paris' might,
Her aura fevers my fascination,
I leave her touch to imagination.
In lyrics of De Burgh all has been said -
Epitome of love - Lady in Red!
July 19, 2026
Love - so fragile and yet so strong
Limitless ways expressed in poetry or song
To describe such a word as powerful as "love"
Words fall short - even in heaven above -
To remotely begin to condense the intensity
Of such emotion with such profound density.
A swirling whirlpool of descriptive adjectives
In agreement and subjective additives,
Cannot ever describe the strongest element
As fragile as porcelain and as sheer relevant
As the keen-eye of a cuckoo bird.
Unlmited artists and lovers at a loss for words
To describe the essence of "love" - it's absurd!
Yet, they all fall short and at a loss
As their minds boggle and toss
Back and forth - to and fro
Is such a search necessary or should we just let go?
Just saying, "I love you," is it suffice to set it free
Or demonstrate love with our mere actions and let it be?
So strong, so brave, so tall, so elegant
So fragile, so sensitive, so kind, so relevant!
So tender, so gentle, and still yet so humble
That love's only blackhole stumble
Is when it is placed in the presence of a single lie...
Because love is 100% true reality
A lie is definitely love's fatality!
The inconvenient truth
Is that Earth’s climate is ruled by Sun
Not humans, with our engines of fire.
Earth’s systems of homeostasis
Boggle and awe the mind
That gathers the data to build its models
Of hubris.
Everywhere around us it appears
It is us who rules, in cities, fields and farms.
But when we look up at a sky of stars, wind and rain
We are reminded with wisdom and humility
Just who and what it is that actually rules
And how our job is not to control
But simply adapt and bend to change.
(10/30/25)
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?
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