Short Bamboozling Poems
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Great Scot
that trot
on gnomes
and domes
Bamboozling, casting spells in dark site
Roaming and iridescent like sprite
the ghost is a prankster
a trickster
confusing and bamboozling
he throws things
cupboards open and shut
obvious poltergeist
do they have a preteen daughter?
you bet they do
that’s a given
Spoke of, as tiptoed through
With trepidation.
"Each fierce life-shaping clue
Throws a possessed look!"
In fables, darkest read.
Darkest of routing
In, out, bamboozling led
None creepier spook.
bedraggled beetle-headed Beelzebub befuddles,
bullies, beguiles, backward blustery birdbrain blockheaded
bigots. Boisterously building up these bold-faced blowhards,
bamboozling them into bee-brained befuddlements.
Your seduction gnaws at my soul...
It crawls through my defenses...
Mystifying my senses...
Bamboozling my thoughts...
Down is up...
Right is wrong..
But worst of all,
Wrong is right...
Because I am in love with you...
Colorful ribbons adorn her hair,
Reds and golds, fluttering in the air.
You feel drawn toward her gypsy tent,
Summoned to a mystical event.
Time is enslaved in her crystal ball:
And as she calls the spirit of Baal,
Lightning flashes in her stormy eyes.
Bamboozling you, she sells sordid lies,
As superstition preys on your fears.
Little by little, hope disappears,
Listening, as she foretells of tears.
There are times,when I can get too serious,
unrelenting,I suppose is my characteristic fashion.
but,venting in such a manner,is better than becoming furious,
especially when there's nothing but, jukin'n jivin,duckin'n dashin',
all for the sake of,"the gimmegoogoos",goggling,
drooling'n strolling for their next bamboozling...
Supposing that we all have our own version of importance,
we'll continue this dance of guffaws,along with the present tense...
We decided on hand signals.
They got sillier each day.
Pretending to speak to each other.
Stroking our imaginary beards.
Sometimes we cawed or tweeted.
It drove our children bananas.
We did this in self-defense.
It frustrated them, causing them to leave.
It was the only way we could talk.
Have adult conversation
Without being interrupted
by our children.
Sure, they pout a bit,
but within ten minutes most of them are back.
So, it doesn’t permanently traumatize them.