MUDDLING THROUGH
It seems i'm in a quandary of a most perplexing sort.
I'm second guessing my enrire life without a firm retort.
I went fishing and I asked the fishermen, "What was his best way?"
"How about a tip or two," I never thought to ask the prey.
When I joined the football team I listened to my coach.
His game plans were solid, they gave a logical approach.
When I had a job to do, the tech manual was required.
If I'd asked what the airplane thought, I'm sure I'd soon be fired.
We take a different tact when love and romance are the aim.
We listen to the the other team, as if they'd throw the game.
We work to be the best we can to date a better class.
We listen to what the others say, and it bites us in the ass.
Now I'm even more confused, and I know not what to do.
I'll be myself, hope for the best, and somehow muddle through.
Mr Dromedary
Looked so forlorn today.
He tried to fathom out
Why he was being sent away.
A magnitude of questions
Stormed around his anxious head.
Is it my wonky gait?
Is it something I've done or said?
Is it because my regurgitated
Cud could fill a barrel?
Are my eyelashes too long?
Is it my shaggy apparel?
So many fears and insecurities
Occupied this camel.
He even contemplated
His unflossed enamel!
His severe lack of confidence
Kept his Dulla small.
Is this why the girls don't
Gel with me during mating call?
Had he strayed too many times
From the leadings of the boss?
He was in a quandary.
He was truly at a loss.
And all it boiled down to
Was another wildlife resort
Needed Mr Dromedary
To expand his sort.
“This heat clearly
has me beat,'
she said, 'it nearly
knocks me off my feet, and,”
then paused for a rest
long enough I deemed
for what seemed
an eternity
sufficient to warrant at best
a pregnancy
if not paternity test
which put me off my stride
as unable to read
the space between the lines
and in a quandary
not wishing to strain
the body and brain
or neurons scatter
within the grey matter
yet knowing who the boss is
decided to cut my losses
and as discretion
is the better part of valour
to make a confession
I gave up my place plus my seat
picked up the pace
and made a somewhat hasty retreat
Given to rejoicing of her talent,
but born neither for this time nor this world,
when doves cry: knowledge of her is latent,
in the raw state and unfettered hurled
at a pseudo adoring, fickle crowd.
But born neither for this time nor this world,
she rose above the petty disavowed
that was the hallmark of entertainment.
At a pseudo adoring, fickle crowd
she bowed as though in ecstasy contentment.
With the bright lights trained on her every move,
that was the hallmark of entertainment,
there was no escaping and had to proof
her right to existence in a quandary.
With the bright lights trained on her every move,
no one respected privacy boundary.
Given to rejoicing of her talent,
her right to existence in a quandary,
when doves cry knowledge of her is latent.
There is always the earth
making its treats
The splendour that rises
spreading all around
The wind plays with the light
and I hear the birds
The small rivulet adjoins
the ready river
Today I began anew
I drink my nectars
blazing over with awe
it is 4AM
where the devils and angels jockey each other
for Ascendancy
I pity them
Hexagonal snowflakes
pour over me
I am in a quandary
I write myself over
I am no longer afraid
Let the people carry on
the best they can do
behind closed windows
In recent days on a holiday
that we spent in the English Lakes
a day spent at Grange-over-Sands
this lovely little town is so great
It has an attraction all of its own
especially down at the duck pond
which is surrounded by many a bench
memories of a bench made me respond
In 1989 after being ill with chickenpox
I spend time there recovering for a week
before leaving home got a get-well card
from a young lady, I admired so to speak
I sat on that bench many a day
reading a get-well card to me
it was so nice that a lady did care
then I was in a quandary under the tree
The bench did indeed change my life
for I did ask that young lady to go out
amazingly she said yes, in time is my wife
sweet memories indeed there is no doubt
(That lady that I did ask out on that first date was Christine now my wife of 33 years.)
Can girls play football?
Boys are screaming no
Not all the boys
Some
Can boys be chefs?
Girls are shaking their heads
Not understanding at all
That the best chefs are men and women
Why must we slice people up and push them into pigeon holes?
Why do we do that?
What is the point?
I tell the children that Couch T plays football
They all love Coach T
I love Coach T
Coach T is a boy! One of the kindergarteners shrieks at me
I had not considered that they thought this.
Two more boys begin shrieking that Coach T is a boy.
I have never asked Coach T how she identifies herself.
We all have a they; some of us know it; others have no idea
I am in a quandary now
Do I ignore this?
I am at a loss.
LADIES, I'm IN A QUANDARY
Ladies, my Hubby once a year,
joins his cronies on the quay.
Down on the river watching
the … “unloading” at dawn.
Ladies, he gave me a quaint perfume,
expects to smell its scent on me,
and my platinum colored hair,
I hate scent … but it really turns him on.
Ladies, I’m in a real QUANDARY,
Biblically speaking, his Quiver is full,
lots of ammo doesn’t shoot blanks,
pray not … inseminates me.
Ladies this is what I may have to do,
I may poise myself to do penance.
Because I’ll fake a headache when he returns,
Ladies gotta prevent … unwanted pregnancy.
March I. 2021 copyright
Contest: P’s and Q’s
Sponsor: Michelle. Faulkner
Pauline’s perfume personified poise and passion, a sliver.
In the quay of life, it was quaint, but it made one quiver.
Parading through life enticing quite a few quails,
Querying within but most suitors attempts were fails.
Pauline had the upper hand for sure, in every kind of way.
Her quiet, soft, personae was sedate almost every day.
Pauline’s platinum personality put us all in a quandary.
Did we pay penance, genuflect or just admire her that way?
I was not sure, so I stayed in my corner, under lock and key.
For this amorous scent would have been the quick undoing of me!
Poetry Contest: Mind Your P's and Q's
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner
Written 2/28/2021
Swirling in a Quandary
I see the wicked gleam in your eyes,
as you snatch from my finger
your mother's quaint, platinum ring,
which had been the symbol of our eternal love.
Why are you breaking my heart,
when my only crime is loving you?
You let me go swirling in a quandary.
I can't convince you that I've been true;
you just won't let me through to you.
Doing penance in your twisted, dark heart,
the fragrance of your cologne lingers
long after you depart … making me insane.
I wander aimlessly up and down
the Quay of Lost Lovers,
who've lost their senses and their way.
My swagger's gone; my poise is gone;
go ahead, take pleasure,
watching me quiver...
playing your evil games
with my bruised heart.
Date: 02-26-2021
Oh dear I’m in a quandary
As I wait upon the quay
For you went on a fishing boat
To catch some fish for you and me
On this our anniversary
But you’ve been gone so many hours
I’m scared I start to quiver
Like the French Lieutenant’s woman
I stand looking out to sea
On this quaint old fishing harbour
I must not weep ~ I must stand strong
For she had poise and dignity
But deep inside I’m screaming
And oh so full of penance
I cry did I do something wrong
Come back my love where you belong
Then as I look into the sky I see a shining light
Just like the hue of platinum a precious silvery white
A speck on the horizon ~ please tell me it is you
For underneath my long fur coat I wear just perfume just for you
My Darling Boy it is my anniversary gift to you
The speck gets closer ~ I can see you coming into view
Waving something in the air ~ it sure looks like a matching pair
It’s one for me and one for you ~ Oh my sweet boy I do love you…
Written 19th February 2021
Contest Mind your P's and Q's
Sponsor Michelle Faulkner
When life takes a turn for the worse
And the clock you'd like to reverse
When it seems like you can't go on
And your coolest poise is long gone
When life seems like a long penance
And love gives you a wrong sentence
When the perfume of sadness sprays
And long-suffering patience frays
When you stand at the quay of love
And no miracle comes from 'bove
Then take time to breathe, be grateful
Coz God's always good and faithful
When your quiver is filled with tears
And life's happiness disappears
When in a quandary you're left
And you're alone, feeling bereft
When you enter a quaint diner
And feel out of place, not finer
When your hair turns platinum grey
And you feel older than you say
When your prayers go unanswered
And you feel your hope is shattered
Then take time to breathe, be grateful
Coz God's always good and faithful
02.17.2021
For Michelle Faulkner's "Mind your P's and Q's" contest
Sarah’s ruby lips were all of a quiver
when she spotted Ted down on the quay
To a platinum blonde he would deliver
a gift Sarah is not yet meant to see
‘Quaint Roses’ is Sarah’s favorite perfume
she’d seen it listed on Ted’s credit card receipt
Sarah’s in a quandary, filled with dread and gloom
at seeing her boyfriend’s such covert deceit
Sarah’s meeting up with Ted and the boys
they’re all planning a trip to Paris in France
In walks the blonde with beauty and poise
she goes and kisses Ted and his pal Lance!
Sarah’s can’t work out what is going on
as Lance’s wife has got short brown hair
She turns around and sees Ted has gone
down on one knee, Sarah’s now fully aware
Ted hands Sarah her favorite scent
which is tied with an enormous bow
and concealed inside this present
there’s a ring with diamonds in a row
Lance’s wife takes off her blonde wig
Sarah’s face turns a deep shade of red
Ted’s delighted that Sarah didn’t twig
Will she pay penance when they get wed!
Mind Your P's and Q's Poetry Contest
Required words:
Penance, Poise, Perfume, Platinum,
Quay, Quiver, Quandary, Quaint
Sponsored by Michelle Faulkner
02/14/21
The summer breeze whispers goodbye
As leaves quiver to its mournful sigh
Beneath a somber platinum sky
The perfume from jasmine drifts by
Autumn's quaint allure belies its sullen mood
Keeping its poise as seasons unfold
It's "indian summer" days are winter's prelude
Caught in a quandary between seasons hot and cold
But autumn's visage shows no penance for summer's end
As waves rise with the wind by the quay
The flames of the dying sun soon descend
As summer slowly fades away
2-14-21
Mind Your P's and Q's Contest
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner |
All my socks were in the laundry
And I was late for an appointment
All the world was in a quandary
My life is such a disappointment
The skies turned dark with clouds
Rain showers fell to the ground
My heart was lost amid the crowds
Where feelings simply confound
Life left me certain I’d lost the prize
I couldn’t feel anything except regret
Wishing for joy which always implies
This ruthless sunrise will not be a threat
It was a good morning until… poetry contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
February 11, 2021
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