When the brain's befuddled
gone astray
the mind's a muddle
lost my way
then's when I could use
a cuddle
to pick me up
set me straight
get me going
yet not too late
see me through
somehow
and if it's all the same to you
I could do with one right now
Missiles and bullets and bombs
rain down from the sky
We absorb the jaded reports
how many injured, how many die
Life stumbles on, folks muddle through
most think the animals live in the zoo
In a distant thought, hear the murmur, the call
Rich colors of gray, indistinct shadows write
Black words, sting of grief, against a solid wall
While the darkness pours out a warning, the fight
Between hope and despair, a desperate fear
Rises in souls of those who know frantic fright
There is a nagging dread, calling with each tear
Anxiety climbs through those who understand
Tempting souls to doubt the truth of each prayer
Cancer’s rhythm can sometimes feel like sinking sand
What of those moments before cells multiplied?
This is a disease where nothing goes as planned
A curse word, a struggle, darkness will abide
muddle of cancer silences hearts who’ve cried
Played with marsh
And fell into it.
The struggle was harsh.
He couldn't succeed even a bit.
Playfulness
Leads to harmfulness
Carefulness
Could bring cheerfulness
Shouldn’t each human know this?
Shouldn't they avoid amiss?
After years of research they now find
The cause of squabbles conjugal kind:
Culprit, the priest they hire—
He that feeds fuel to fire
Solemnizing marriage,
Villain of old vintage….
Today’s research: blind led by blind!
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Limerick |05 .08.2023| humour, marriage
Allah has EL AL in his hand
The First Class fares don't understand
The pilot and crew
Don't care who has who
They just want the airplane to land
Human perception can vary from man to man
The mist may give us a beautiful scenery
In a strange place it looks like hiding evils and scandals
In politics it is a misty paradox to be revealed
In education we have to clear the misty puzzle
A life of ignorance is like wandering in mist and having a muddle
A misty love affair never fulfils a promise
Similarly
We men with limited perception
May not understand God
And so any slander is prohibited
Menu pen para kehn da haq sirf onu ay
Jidi me pen pari hovi tay jiday kool pen
parwan de DNA report hovay otherwise
Jay bay gairti karni ay galan kadniyan nay
tay fair galan khaan da hosla we rakho...
Note.Batmizi vich me tawada pyo An...
I am your father in outlaw...
My mind as for consciousness;
Mind heart joyous confidence;
My heart joyous confidence;
Minds preference being variant;
Mystic muddle moods
Orientations being divergent;
Bodies soul wash in detergent;
Disputed conflict will be maybe;
Impending impingement honesty;
Mystic muddle moods congruity moments;
Conscience alignment conjunction rimes in;
Mind heart joyous confidence;
Mystic muddle moods
My mind as for consciousness;
Alas, I let my mind not my heart rule my heart?
Imparting, what
Mystic muddle moods
6/23/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
I muddle through the day
like an old tire being
dragged out of a muddy pond.
Words and days come and go -
an expression fumbles
out of my mouth.
Just another day of tediousness
and exaggerations.
I would ask you to come
with me but I know
you'd never go back
to Idaho -
days upon days of snow
buckling the power lines
and rooftops.
I muddle through...
Muddle Near A Puddle
When we may want to muddle and huddle;
Had been very cold being near big puddle;
Loved you much and together did cuddle.
Jim Horn
Sweet Grass Basket
We saw a basket made from green grass;
Bought it when up could never ever pass,
And pure delight;
Love at first sight;
Have in my room and may find huge mass.
Jim Horn
It is neither here nor there
‘Love’, heading nowhere
Somewhere between
Youthful passion
And aged restraint
At times, a little devil
At times, a little saint
The age wrong
The parties wrong
The wait- ever so long
That Hamlet like dilemma
‘To be or not to be’
“Willing to wound,
But afraid to strike,” you see
Those innocuous rendezvous
Apparently looking risky
‘Tarry’, she implores
But he,
Ever ready to flee
Should not be seen
Should not be observed
Thus, little of action
More of words
Want to know
‘What is it’?
Well, let’s call it
‘The Middle Muddle’
And, thus, a vain chase
For that love bubble
The world was always broken,
the madness is the truth,
but here amidst the broken,
we somehow muddle through.
At a young age
we think we can change the game,
march in the streets
and fight hard.
At that young age,
we think heaven can be made,
don’t get that far.
Somewhat older,
we think the world will smolder,
it won’t survive
what we are.
Somewhat older,
when all are growing colder,
we bear the scars.
The world was always broken,
the madness is the truth,
but here amidst the broken,
we somehow muddle through.
Come middle years,
we get hardened to the fears,
seen it before
long ago.
Come middle years,
we're too jaded for the tears,
so rarely flow.
Then elder days,
when there is so much to say,
a whole lifetime
makes it so.
The young ones bray,
won’t give you the time of day,
hear what you know…
The world was always broken,
the madness is the truth,
but here amidst the broken,
we somehow muddle through.
Why do some people
Find self-destruction
So romantic? Why do
I run to embrace death
When I am so terrified
Of it? Just a moment's
Contemplation of the
Stark realm obliviate is
Paralyzing, yet there
Lies imperforate peace
With contemplation of
Its dour welcome, to
Bury my face deep in
Its bosom ... dark,
Warm, soft, peaceful
Desuetude ... ruination.
Muddle and Befuddle
Up everything Trump always seems to muddle,
Which can become confusing and often befuddle;
There is no denying;
Wish he was dying,
So will have shipped him off after we scuttle.
Jim Horn
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