Flounder Poems

I came to poetry a novice, a neophyte, a fledgling
oh sure, I had written as a child . . . 
but that was just the writing of a tenderfoot
as my life became more grievous and woeful
I found myself mournful and...Read More

Your words and gestures reflect
no measure in your aloof eyes
to soothe my pallid insecurities.

I flounder thru perception errors
as you voice feel like grand favors.

I wish to know love's florid flush
in confidence blooms clearly rosy
not cloudy tenders floating doubts
where you repeatedly...Read More

There is a solace in his silence, a servant of his solitudes,
As he comforts in compliance, a jester to the multitudes…
He stands alone a neophyte, struggling within his confines,
Actions that do excite, impugnable inhibition when he signs.

Master of the satirical...Read More

My mood is down for obvious reasons
Trying to stay strong but anxiety increases
With each passing hour
More and more I flounder
When will it end, my concern for her deepens




...Read More

Be for you a king, be it for knighthood, be it for the country, or be just a knave. be a director, a photographer, a star, or be just a fan. Be a rocket scientist, a professor, a teacher, or...Read More

My flesh is flush with inadequacy each day
for no purpose pulses inspiration my way.

No motivation shows to validate
	that my energy even palpitates -
I am a daytime deficiency breathing.
All things seem possible before I sleep
 	then night’s energy sun fades into...Read More

Twenty politicians standing on a wall  
Oh what fun to see some fall,
Blabber, blabber, rue the day
They talk and talk but little say.

Yet they shout and argue too
About what I challenge you
To then repeat what they have said,
The mere...Read More

Beyond the wave-sacked,
lie the pockmarked dunes, heaps dug
by the claws of scaly thrashers.

Here they huddle, my blood kin
flogging grim pleasures,
wolfing eggy sandwiches,
dipping tea-stained teeth into beakers.

By a shoaling shale and monochrome spray
one brine-splattered small fry.
A boyhood caught in a swirling...Read More

While waiting for the end
I noticed a flower.
And waiting for the end
I lowered in dower.

When saying to myself
there's water to loure.
When draying to myself
I watered the flower.

When all of the life
I chose to honor
was what of the life
I bent to...Read More

A lecherous neophyte he preyed
upon their folded hands and closed eyes
bathed in their dolorous mumblings
sated himself on their penitential inhibition

Left them to flounder hopelessly - adrift
drowning in his vitriolic bombast
a hard burning scent of incense
left to smolder in their souls

for...Read More

Some yesterdays flounder in the ocean
Of oblivion. They'll take a lifetime to count
Some yesterdays are too stressful and dolorous
To revisit; fraught with regrets and pain, bloated
With bombast and boredom

Some yesterdays; uneventful, inconsequential
In the final analysis. And I let most float...Read More

Just two hundred yards it was

But a sea of festering mud,

Separating water filled trenches

Where nervous and frightened men stood.

It will take but a whistle

Then these soldiers, they'll all visit hell

Men will flounder, die in their droves

'Neath a hail of bullet...Read More

I watch the smoulder in your eyes ... rise
Flames licking inhibition, searing our entropy and ache
I am the yang to your yin, the neophyte to your authority and ease
Your gaze pulls me inward like the claws of carnal chaos

And I...Read More

Sometimes sun rays feel deliciously nutritious
in delightful ways upon my then titillated skin.
Sometimes early dawn’s ideal golden streaks
smolder atop the ocean in ways that awe me.
At those times, I flounder trying to unscramble
my power to articulate all my feelings convey.
When...Read More

Raised in a somber household where she could do nothing right,
she would flounder in every chore her parents had her do.
Picked on by classmates, she would smolder with rage.
Eventually, she came to feel
that every single thing in her life was...Read More

Sister Benedictine, her blinded eyes stretched upward,
seeing neither blue nor green
nor his mercy.

born into a religious family, expected
at fourteen, to kindle providence…

she’d flounder at best.
   her neophyte gown, dark and drab,
   long nights without prospect.

her grin...Read More

WHAT A CRYING SHAME

My parents were married for 45 years,
Looking forward to their 50th anniversary,
But my Dad got cancer and died,
And my Mom slowly developed Alzeimers!

She lived with us, but often did FLOUNDER,
And her mood was often DOLOROUS,
She spoke incessantly...Read More

Under divine providence comes a little child,
laughter and joy fill up an empty room.
A neophyte in world of grown up adults 
knows to trust unknown smiles.
The naive apron of tender ignorance  
blind in innocence, thinks all's so dear,
sweet candy...Read More

A Damsel in Distress

He entered as a neophte
Into a darkened room at night
He could not see but he could hear
A distant sound within the void
He paced himself slowly so
He would not flounder to the sound
To keep his wits lest he...Read More

The neophyte apostle Thomas,
was filled with doubt and inhibition.
Knowing Christ had died,
his faith began to flounder.
For Judas’s lecherous betrayal 
had transformed faith’s flame
into embers;
left to smolder in his heart.
He saw Jesus’s death
as Divine Providence,
and the rumors of His resurrection
as bombast!...Read More

After broken dreams drowned in dolorous night
the nascent sun dawned the beckoning new day
in the desolate expanse of the desert wilderness
for the neophyte traveler set to cross dunes of life
that lay formidably flung far one after another
on the sheath of...Read More

totally lecherous, yet  talented Damien
TG4 plays providence to his vocals
Tomboy Irish call him a treasure
today’s leprechauns use singing to entice
talented neophyte criss-crosses the Isle
tenors flounder copying his Irish flair
truly dolorous, they smolder because
their bombast like hot air is way...Read More

She was the white horse of the Himalayas
Purity Smolder of flameless skies

Then, chains of conquest - 
A half-century of human Inhibition
The Neophyte's arrogance of consumption
Would Flounder to stain and slay the wind

Her Dolorous pinnacle lies, littered with
Debris dense Lecherous ego

Immaculate...Read More

The morn began dolorous as I awoke from an empty bed. 
As I flounder to the lavender fields for some sort of comfort,
I realize you will never…
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Art That Reflects My Heart
 

At the time of my decision later in life,
I was not a neophyte nor did I experience
an inhibition in using my paints and brushes.

I had loved to draw since I was a child-
mostly enthralled to...Read More