One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine
Pencil in hand, eraser handy, Folger’s in my stein -
doing eighty-one U-turns; nine digits in line.
Niching nine numbers in their nests nets a homerun.
Sudoku books provide a steady diet of puzzle “fun”;
wits, nerves, logic, patience, sheer grit gets her done.
Crack such puzzles and prove your brains really rate;
with no repeats (box, column and row) - Sudoku checkmate!
Turn about face, do your one-eighty and celebrate…
I’m not your puzzle.
I’m not a picture of a cloud.
I could be a rain check.
For a later date.
But you better leave my peace behind.
And just leave me with “see you later.”
You’ll regret pulling me apart into chunks.
I’m not your puzzle.
I’m too jagged and I’m no peaceful garden picture.
Or a flat surface.
Though it may seem…
You’re foolish anyway.
Have you ever thought that…
I’m as solved as a blueberry pie.
Or a bale of hay.
Makes you sniff and sneeze.
Have you ever thought that…
I’m not your puzzle.
Maybe next time….
Spend a little money.
Because puzzles ain’t free.
When we want to begin healing ourselves,
We finally take puzzle boxes from our shelves.
We begin with identifying every edge piece,
Deciding if what's outside is worth our peace.
We then work assembling pieces slowly,
Working towards center, thinking deeply.
When the picture becomes full and clear,
We then remember people we hold dear.
When we want to know more about things,
We learn all answers are within all writings.
Like a word search, the words are all there.
You just have to "listen," show how you care.
When you feel so lost in any life chapter,
Just remember what you were originally after.
Just as we solve puzzles, you have the power
To reassemble yourself even after disaster.
The perfect fit
Like a puzzle piece to its mate
Not easy to find
Digging for what seems like eternity
Some are so close
They fit but the picture is all wrong
Others have all the right colors
But the shape is no where close
But then I met you
And I knew my search was over
Any matches I'd tried before
Never fit so perfectly as you
It makes me wonder how I thought
Anything else was ever right
We're no longer two separate pieces
Now we're one complete peace
They say puzzles are good for your brain,
So to bolster those cells that remain
I do crosswords each day
And on weekends, I may
Do acrostics or more in that vein.
All my challenges center, you’ll note,
Not on numbers, which might get my goat,
But on clues filled with words
Which, like grandkids and birds,
Are among those on whom I do dote.
It makes sense, since I really delight
In the words that I read and I write,
So if I can involve,
In each puzzle I solve,
All my brain cells, dementia won’t bite.
A puzzle’s like a riddle
You hope to be surprised
But to solve a real-good riddle
I often close my eyes
For useful words, the word wheel I will spin.
I anxiously wait for which words I’ll win.
How many sentences will they complete?
Rhyming the end words will be quite a feat.
A noun or a verb, I commonly win,
While over and over I’ll spin and spin.
Adjectives, articles, pronouns for sure,
And other types to add to the allure.
Prepositions, adverbs, I'll win those too.
I'll likely need more, maybe just a few.
It will take one more spin and then I'm done.
I'll put them together and have some fun.
All that’s left is to decide where each goes,
It's what allows me new poems to compose.
I never thought that I could be blocked from you just because of rumours.
I thought you saw their envious eyes when they saw us the other night.
I thought I was clear enough when I told you about myself.
And for my past everything is true as I said it,
but now it puzzles me that they are forming up stories to break what we have.
It's so disappointing that you have also fallen for their trap.
Puzzles of Life
OUR DIFFERENCES
ARE LIKE THE PIECES
OF A PUZZLE CALLED LIFE,
yet we manage in strife.
Never feeling deprived.
In same discipline we were taught.
Through my yearnings you were brought .
In lavendar love we were caught.
Yet often our temper had gone lost.
Problematic puzzles appeared lot.
On joint journey we try to involve
with mutual commitment and revolve
around the same target just to resolve
ongoing obstacles those to evolve.
We fight till adversities are dissolved.
Our relation runs social legal.
We are entwined : Life is conjugal .
Yet very often we are in quarrel.
Of course our amour going parallel.
Even conflicts can't put us in dismal.
Our differences are like the pieces of a puzzle called life.
Are two beings of any species perfectly the same?
Could the resemblance of a thing be its exactness too?
Isn't each creature a mini-universe in itself?
Each, by way of life, seems as though caged in a common zoo.
Like lions in dominance; the camouflage of a tiger;
Restless enthusiasm of monkeys; calmness of cattle;
Like birds of the air, with aspirations to fly higher
Each moment of our daily existence is a battle.
Though, like dolphins, we care, like crabs, we pull each other's legs.
Like good craftsmen, we construct; like bad ones, we destruct
In solving puzzles, we put in the same box all our eggs.
With strangers the keys to our own homes, we gladly entrust
From birth until the end of life, this puzzle continues.
In peacefully passing through this puzzle lies life's perfect muse.
Putting puzzles together used to be relaxing.
But now it is not nearly as much fun.
For I live with a grandfather who always hides the last piece.
We used to tolerate this behavior because he always appeared with it.
He has dementia now and forgets where he put it.
Thus, my puzzle-making days are over.
It is too frustrating now.
We also have a cat who loves to swish puzzle pieces on the floor.
Between the two of them they have ruined it for me.
Poetry is like puzzles or paint
coming together a bit at a time;
The design bold or sometimes faint;
Often requiring self restraint
it’s such a tall mountain to climb;
Poetry is like puzzles or paint;
Never interested in playing it straight;
From the softest pink to neon lime
the design bold or sometimes faint;
Prose like a picture must be traced,
blended with soul, rhythm, and rhyme;
Poetry is like puzzles or paint;
With this box of crayons you translate
your demons into something sublime;
The design bold or sometimes faint;
Imagination the fundamental trait,
like the base coat it will prime;
Poetry is like puzzles or paint,
the design bold or sometimes faint.
Writing poems is like a puzzle, we hunt to find words that fit right!
It's missing a piece,
And needs to be whole.
Driving curiosity,
To a lofty new goal.
The mystery is prominent,
As answers are sought.
Where clues are shadowed,
Not easily caught.
At times what's lacking is abundant,
And plentiful to complete.
To where choice becomes decisive,
Without being obsolete.
As solutions become clearer,
The difficulty is reduced.
While ingenuity is rewarded,
And the riddle is seduced.
Man is a living thing
With going perspectives
With changes
In characters and behaviours
In the spiritual and mterial worlds
Too difficult to understand thoroughly
Are psychology, philosophy, religion
The dictionaries
To solve these puzzles
I wonder
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