The lost Gem
With a sunken heart
l uttered a wail
one that sings
of a direful loss
ravaging the heart
with rhythms of soulless beats
far sighting a scene
fuddled by a murky sight
l began to stutter
as l saw sight a scene
which were aforetime a gem
now rubbished with germs
.
bizarre I say
twixt mine mane
mine digits
twisting
she peeks mine look
hern eyne
plead
i
me
suspended
mine imagine
az the moon
mine see
the rotund
hiz derogatory
fist
mine purgatory
think
pop
and a switch flicks
who are you he asks
it should be me
asking who are you
until the switch
flicks back to . . .
fuddled hours
gone are the simplest things
a crayon in a box of pens
then that switch
and it’s who are you
I want to go home
but in truth
it’s who are you
as now a foreign clarity of sorts
no more mumbling incoherence
no shuffling walk
now it’s clear, sure
and behold
a different person emerges
occupying my father
secretly all this time
now stepping out
through the non-dominance
and slowly
becoming the dominant part
a battle of the hemispheres
dementia – an uprising
of hidden people
from somewhere ago
If it is your dream to become a politician
It does not make you a saint or a magician
You will make mistakes, like everybody else
You will try your best and seldom think of yourself.
Love your country and your fellow man
Make the world a better place
Was your dream and plan
There was never a thought
About illness and age
Life moves on,
As our book turns over another page
Our body tires quickly, and our bones start to ache
Our eyes grow dim
It gets hard to stay awake.
Our minds get muddled,
And our gait unsteady
Our speech fuddled
But we are never ready
To admit we are old,
And we need to be told
We have had our day,
And it is wrong to stay
When we are old and ill
And can no longer fill
Our obligations
To the nation
It seems cruel and sad,
But life is not all bad
Old age comes to all who survive
And are fortunate to be alive
But if senility takes a hold,
You need someone to be bold
And suggest now is the time to go
Before your ratings become too low
And as your health is getting worse
You will become too sick to realise this curse
Can undo all the good you have done
So retire and sit in the sun.
fuzzy fuddled fogs
bluntly blindfold vast vistas ~
slain sleepy silence
04 December 2021
The smell of dark coffee brews in early morn.
Such a treat to wake up to, when I’m groggy and worn
I’m not fond of fancy frothy coffee shop brew
None of them will really do
Unless you pour a spot of Irish Cream to fire up a few.
When my girlfriend Susie would come over to stew,
I always put on a fresh pot of dark roasted coffee to brew
I have always been a softy when giving her a caring shoulder
We enjoyed the bliss of coffee and Baileys Irish Cream liqueur
to make us bolder.
Friendship with laughter is a treasure,
with a sip of spiked coffee will always do with pleasure.
When I was young, Mommy would sometimes wake up
looking like a fuddled zombie,
but
as soon as she’d have her first cup of sugary with cream coffee,
she’d be our mommy again cooking us something good for our tummies.
12/3/3021
redo 12/9/2016
''Z'' Contest, New or Old - Poetry Contest 5. zombie
Sponsored by: Constance La France
original title: WAKE UP WITH COFFEE OR TEA
The rest of my life starts now...
A checkerboard battle of custody,
evidence of fatherly love fell short
My fuddled walk now through leafless trees,
weeps, traversing corners of an empty nest
erasing black patches of white sunlight
I am learning to live without you, my dear.
In my flowerless spring,
I can hear footsteps of your childish laughter
In my sterile morning window panes,
I can see your cherubic sunny face
In my dusty colourless albums ,
I can touch your tantrums reborn
In your sizzling scent of innocence,
I can drench my sonorous silence.
Haunting words of ache from my quiet world
will perhaps never reach you
In a distant country , I see you growing up
As I grow up... learning to live without you.
30th May 2020
Sponsor JCB Burl
Contest Name A World Without You ??
COUPLE FUDDLED
A once wedded couple,
Looking forward to a quiet cuddle,
Drank too much wine,
Got dizzy did not even dine,
As their minds became a complete fuddle!
A fuddled mind surfs through tides.
Harboured, she sits by the sea doing nothing.
Her toes make electric touch with the water
Restless currents ... spark the sand.
She could see the ocean break into two parts.
Did the Ocean have a heart?
She had salt in her tears..
She had pepper in her eyes..
The briny breeze..why was it so bitter?...
She knew... she was a Cheater.
He had a heart of ocean.
A treasure of glowing pearls within.
She had pushed him off the coast of Trust.
He was shipwrecked by her deceit.
The tail of the Mermaid was hidden.
He could see only half her face.
Tranquil in innocence and ignorance..
He was blind to the treacherous disgrace.
Etched by the smouldering Tsunami
An island imprisoned her stranded.
The Mermaid drowned and drowned..
in the sea of encumbrance...
she thought...
Is there a second chance?
3rd November 2018
Tell me a story 2 poetry contest
Sponsor Brenda Chiri
PLACED SIXTH IN CONTEST
The smell of dark coffee brews in early morn
Such a treat to wake up to, when I’m groggy and worn
I’m not fond of fancy frothy coffee shop brews
None of them will really do
Unless you pour a spot of Irish cream to fire ups the horn
When my girlfriend Susie would come over to stew
I always put on a fresh pot of dark roasted coffee to brew
I have always been a softy when giving her a caring shoulder
We enjoyed the bliss of coffee and Baileys Irish Cream liqueur
to make us bolder.
Friendship with laughter is a treasure with a sip of coffee will always do
When I was young,
Mommy would sometimes wake up looking like a fuddled zombie,
But
As soon as she’d have her first cup of sugary with cream coffee
She’d be our mommy again cooking us something good for our tummies.
12/9/2016
Machiavelli's false theory reigns supreme,
I have no use for your marbles,
So economize your garbles!
What use has a mannequin of a dream?
The dull green top, it spins in fuddled haste,
True beauty's torture in its stagnant jig,
Gulp! Don't savour the devil in the taste,
The plot's been bought and now it's time to dig.
Fare thee well and may ye always be merry
on thine voyage to your darlings, Poetry.
Oval glass
Like your waistline
Touches my fingers
Whisky in it
Pretty hard
Soften with
Swing ice cubes
Glitters with cold
Sipping by lips
Like your ****
Taste in love
Fuddled feelings
Slowly lie down
Your glance
Being an image in it
Concavely looks at
While filling up
With another ice cube
Desire reminds
Like talking your eyes
In a short time
Empty glass
Looks at me
In a moment
I stand up
And go for a cigarette.
Udaya R. Tennakoon
Sit me here without merriment have I
Me teacher to I say
Ascertain this thing called Pi
Be fuddled be fluxed be fizzled
Me brain light just dies.
Stand me here what lavish leading tones sings I
Me teacher to I say
Sing the words-vocalize
Loudly Laudably Laughingly
Me soul un lamentably does rise.
Saturated me-self in what knowledge have I
Me teacher to I say
Graduate this day and be baptized
Apprized with fisheyes
Me soul doth now say banzai
Man’s greatest strength is his mind
It empowers him though it may be twisted
and pined
Better still it has become his enemy too
For what he knows and views
It has weaken him by earthy temptations
So fuddled with many frustrations
It is he that is the highest of his species
Yet he shows little to no superiority
In his perplexed inferiority
Draining out from his riddled soul
Reduplicated behaviors with little control
With fists clinched in a primal stance
Where power has given him an ugly glance
Lay on the lands on bloody soil
Where man and women cry and toil
A higher power has brought us here
To grow and perspire and love and share
Can we turn our heads away?
With the pain and sadness driven to stay
Humanity must evolve some wisdom and peace
Let the fighting and the earthy war’s cease.