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Gobsmacked, bamboozled and confused
— how to get one day back.
Imagine if one day was robbed of all its good and bad?
Perhaps a wedding, now she’s a virgin again-
he doesn’t remember the present he unwrapped last night.
Or a baby sucking its thumb back in the darkest womb -
what happened to the light?
You remember the terror of jaws chewing off your limb
but no one else knows why you won’t go for a swim.
Your first “A” lost - they still think you’re a loser
though you studied bad.
The screaming plays over and over and over again
though your parents don’t know why you’re mad.
The car you had fixed has a dent and the love
you finally won has been lost.
Gobsmacked, bamboozled,
confused as the day.
Judge Judy pounds her hammer,
your protest’s overruled.
Your afraid to make a move...will it happen again?
There’s no one to ask!
10/21/2018
GOBSMACKS, BAMBOOZLES AND CONFUSES ME Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Caren Krutsinger
What Gobsmacks, Bamboozles and Confuses Me Poetry Contest
What gobsmacks, bamboozles and confuses me is that I place a poem in a contest and it placed the first time. Then, when I went back later to compliment the winners that afternoon and comment on my compliments; my compliments and congratulations and my name in the 1st place were gone, so I got an N/A… Computer glitches do happen it is aggravating, but it does happen. I am glad I had saved my poem. Thank you sponsor for your patience and being a good sponsor.
It astounded me when my husband felt
no pain when he had his first heart attack,
but bumps his toes and I learn an array
of words in high tone that takes me aback.
It's innate when my dog does a ditty
chasing a kitty in a speeding match,
but when he confronts it he wants to play.
Kitty hisses and draws it’s claws to scratch.
My son's sense of humor was decidedly quirky;
they all pushed and gave each other encouragement
I never knew what to expect from my turkeys.
Their poor wife’s now face the embarrassing moments.
10-24-2018
I Write-
poems for brouhaha contests-
perhaps of love
or nature or some gobbledygook interesting
but, I am left gobsmacks and dumbfounded
'cause I took one point blank and sharp
to the heart . . .
like- I spent hours writing that la-di-da poem
and now I am left in a puddle- of sad
what bamboozles was that theme- I was hoodwinked
oh collywobbles ! I am befuddled and baffled
and making a kerfuffle is like useless
So Looking-
for a new contest that confuses-
that will bemuse, perplex, mystify and baffle me
perhaps rhyme
or free verse or some other form puzzle to play with
where I know I will be left in a puddle- unhinged
and totally- happy . . . .
_______________________________
November 3, 2018
Poetry/Free Verse/Hoodwinked
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1082-446-03
All Rights Reserved, 2018, Constance La France
Gobsmacked, Bamboozled and Confused
I was gobsmacked, bamboozled and confused
when they showed me worn out crayons never unused
for the lines they were destined to stay within
were taken as a challenge - not a whim
as the fists that clutched the colors misunderstood
the concept of the lines - “for their own good”
strayed with the exuberance of youth
opened up a crayon kissing booth
mingled the sunrise with the moon
served breakfast at the height of midnight noon
gobsmacked, bamboozled and confused
the crayons wandered happily bemused
across a barren landscape of pure snow
trailing behind them life’s rainbow
©11/11/18
for – What Gobsmacks, Bamboozles and Confuses Me Poetry Contest
So many things in our technology
confuse me – my phone particularly!
Worst of all, I cannot text properly.
Although I’m able to type speedily,
I’m having the greatest difficulty
with my cell phone’s keyboard, which is tiny!
My nails are longer now, so awkwardly
I’m clicking on wrong letters and constantly
messing myself up; an eternity
just to send one message it can seem to be.
But what gobsmacks and most bamboozles me
is why my two children cannot seem to see
they would make my life so nice and easy
if they’d just answer when I ring them. Gee!
Can’t they pick up and set my fingers free?
Nov. 5, 2018 for Caren Krutsinger's
'What Gobsmacks, Bamboozles and Confuses Me' Poetry Contest
Gobsmacked and bamboozled and confused
I peeked into the oven where the baking dishes slept
resting in a pot of onion stew
Couldn’t help but laughing, they were snoring as they wept
dreaming of a casserole or two
Picked a card while on the deck next to an old fruit tree
in a three piece suit made out of hearts
Thought I grabbed a king but found I only held a three
folded with a straight of cherry tarts
Climbed onto a ladder that was laying on the ground
hoping I could see just over head
Still afraid of heights but thinking no one was around
believing what the audience had said
Drove off to the levy in a beat up rusted Ford
my Chevy had a tire that was flat
Tried to sing along but noticed I was getting bored
who would write a song as long as that
Painted in a corner in a room shaped like a ball
brushing up a bit before I go
Mixing darker colors than are found out in the hall
thinking that the den would never know
Wrote a stupid poem that I posted here on soup
saw there was a multitude of views
Went to read the comments, found that none I did recoup
gobsmacked and bamboozled and confused
10/25/18
Written for the: What Gobsmacks, Bamboozles and Confuses Me Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
Sour trumpet, flat trumpet; disharmony you create…
That’s simply not music; that hot air, you blow;
clearly your valves are blocked.
Where did you learn those old sour notes?
those twitters, squeaks and squeals,
I’m so bamboozled; you’ve gobsmacked my ears.
How dare you, screech flat notes into my tender ears;
when they’ve listened to real music for decades.
Why must your revenge deafen everyone?
You’re not all that clever; you loud, blaring beast.
Your sour notes could wilt the bark
on every self-respecting tree in the forests.
Just please, go back to school and learn something new.
If you must blow hot air, go and get some repairs;
then perhaps the world will think better of your a-tones.
For: What Gobsmacks, Bamboozles and Confuses Me Poetry Contest; Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
Why when waiting for a bus
You contemplate as time goes by
Should I walk and make no fuss
Will I be left here high and dry
So off you go
You start to walk
All on your own
No one to talk
What’s that I hear, as sounds get near
Of buses driving fast
Then two by two as if to sneer
They do not stop
they drive right past
Why is it
when you diligently always pack a brolly
Where it stays rolled up and hiding
at the bottom of your trolley
The sun will always shine each day
from Mondays through to Sundays
But once there is no brolly
at the bottom of your trolley
The rain comes down and soaks you
right through into your undies
And last of all that dreaded queue
So which one will you choose
Well you can always guarantee
As others pass you rapidly
That when you spy the till in sight
She closes up and says Good Night
From Eastbourne down to Arkansas
Queues are the same
It’s such a bore
There is a law that tells you why
Without a brolly rain pours from the sky
And buses always come in twos
To frustrate you get you confused
Sod is the reason
He made the law
It’s known Worldwide
It is Sod’s Law……
Entry to Gobsmacks, Bamboozles and Confuses Me
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
23Oct2018
Those L O N G Register Receipts
I move up as next on the line.
She checks out my rations just fine.
Some milk, eggs, and bread
are pushed up ahead
when packer, to bag, does assign.
But then, my receipt, oh my lord,
keeps coming and coming, I'm floored!
For sure, half-yard long...
I'm thinking what's wrong?
Three items grants me this reward?
A chance to win thousands someday
if I take an hour-long survey.
Some coupons to use
that somehow, I'll lose;
a waste of good paper, I say!
A web address I can go to,
to comment if checker came thru,
with service that's good...
did all that she should;
for that, print more coupons in view.
So glad to get this off my chest,
for here in my household at rest,
long twirls of receipts...
for me are no treats.
Such stupid waste still unaddressed!
Sandra M. Haight
~4th Place~
For "What Gobsmacks, Bamboozles and Confuses Me"
Contest sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
Judged: 11/11/2018
She has given me a reason to get up in the morning
Something to look forward to,
She delights me, excites me, enthuses me, bamboozles me.
Poetry!
She has brought friends my way in the form of followers.
I am now a cult leader, revered and adored.
She has uplifted me, and has gifted me with positivity and mirth
Poetry!
Now my doctor and hairdresser, she has kept me afloat during a pandemic
A time in my life where my only friend, and best life line
is actually a subject rather than a person
Poetry!
She has awakened me in the middle of the night
Feeding me lines during my sleep,
being my protector, my lover, my cheerleader, my friend, my family!
Poetry!