Short Befuddle Poems

Kiss me, cuddle me
arouse me, befuddle me
time albates with seduction
enkindle, caress, slowly undress,
resist all other disruptions....

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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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Nights infusion
bleary eyed rivals
in Soho tweed
Pharaohs joke was here
Denim clad oxymorons
with spotlight eyes
Archways lean close
as sticks befuddle
their spark of epiphany
A jewelled silence
captures the gangsters in silhouette
Freaks five a penny
prolapse the night...

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A man believed all a fuddle
Began to bath in a puddle
Each day would begin
With him jumping in
His family to him they did scuttle

They gather close by in a huddle
Voices low he heard nothing but muddle
But still there he lay
Tis himself on display
His goal was but to befuddle...

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world's trouble

dark sky...

depression subtle

i deny...

emotions muddle

i sigh...

thoughts befuddle

i belie...

tears puddle

i cry...


God subtle

I comply...

Divine cuddle

I rely...

Believer's huddle

I ally...

Blessings double

Blue sky......

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this road you travel
clearly marked
signs posted showing the way
no surprises will you encounter
no deep secrets to befuddle
spread your sleeping bag next to my fire
gaze peacefully at the moon overhead
as the angels spread stardust and you sleep
rest securely in the depths of my love...

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That which thought wrought yesterday
may befuddle us now

but with the coming of a good day 
lives can survive the morrow

though the mind be confused
and heart sickened

the sun will rise still 
and some beleaguered souls

in their final resting place will lie
and greet the dark with peace....

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When I try to blend in
They tell me to preserve my identity
Don’t try too hard; don’t be a wannabe

If I be myself, I stick out like a weed
Or am labeled a rebel

Who makes the rules and boundaries
Don’t see anybody with a blinding halo

Your guardians and nuances befuddle me
And I cannot kowtow to thee
You’re a conundrum to me, society

Written on:09/21/2016
Contest:What is society...

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As my mind flows through
the dark mysteries of self,
in conflict, I raise the flag 
of defeat,
for the lost years
bring sorrow untold.

Still, kindly given 
are the years that
melt through my fingers,
ever lighting the way 
to deeper truth,

And I cannot be 
but humbled 
to succumb
to ancient knowledge.

These memes of
disjointed tongues,
ever seeking to
devise ways to 
befuddle simplicity....

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Time, O Time!
Rest a while in my arms.
Cannot I waylay you with silken whispers,
sweetened promises, and love irresistible?
Come and drink deeply of my mortal sap.
Let it befuddle your senses and cloud your judgement.
Let it drive you to madness and obsession. 
Let it bring you before me begging and pleading,
for a taste of life and death upon my lips.
And then you will be still -
and we shall be eternal.

29 October 2021...

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Are cucumbers cool
As a general rule?
How fresh is a daisy?
Are loons always crazy?

How snug is a bug
When he’s not in a rug?
How gentle are lambs
If not happy as clams?

How clever’s a fox
That’s as dumb as an ox?
How fit is a fiddle
Not clean as a whistle?

Are doornails most dead,
Or are dodos instead?
Is it drier than toast
To say “deaf as a post”?

Such puzzles befuddle and much mystify
Till suddenly you see they’re as easy as pie!...

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Potty Parity

I sadly think when I have to go badly
that perhaps it’s petty, but were I a man
then I would already be in the can!
When Freud enjoyed his heavy levy
that women have toyed with “penis envy”,
maybe he meant these frequent lines we resent!
If annoyed women employed their un-“suppressed” quest
against the rarity of “potty parity”,
we could befuddle Freud in his zest to muddle
through women’s very best “protest puddle”!

-	E. V. Wyler    -...

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in our earth life role
that we feel blissful and whole
we search for our soul

feeble thoughts muddle
and holy books befuddle
with fear we huddle

silence sets us free
head and heart with love agree
soul frolics carefree


made in God’s image
we then must be living light
free from earth life pain

past life regressions
proves we are soul eternal
but we’re anchored here

in tranquil silence
thoughts ebb and then ego dies
the false falls away...

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