Short Bemuse Poems

Storms bemuse us not, for they will pass soon ~
To bliss beats divine, we endlessly swoon

11-September-2022...

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poisoned pawn
temptation
look again

fears bemuse
desires spike
fearsome storm

mindful eye
tranquil heart
is immune

28-January-2023
Tricube...

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I’m not a Teenager,
I’m Human,
Sometimes,
Parents think I’m an alien,
Strange language,
Textual misdemeanours,
Designed to confuse, bemuse,
Abhorrent behaviour,
Perpetual beautification,
It’s just a phase.
Maybe....

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on the loose n forced to choose,
which side of torment to bemuse,
the gander might get his goose,
but solo i am flying?
no not afraid of dying,
just  footloose,
i aint denying,
two thoughts together vieing,
obtuse...

re:"Completely Decay"
Laura Breidenthal

Don Johnson...

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Like magic, it appears
inspiration- a roaring force out of nowhere
spins and steers

filling blank views
with creative visions and flare-
bemuse

reveal
its force to share
zeal

Like magic, it appears
with creative visions and flare-
zeal 
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The litmus test of each action
Is touch of love tender
Making joy our soul’s reaction
As soundless bliss thunder

Fall not prey, to thought ruse
For ego will bemuse
Will attempt to confuse

No load on chest
The litmus test

28-April-2022
Quietus ...

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The consumate sleuth Sherlock Holmes
Hardly lacking the wit chromosomes
With the faintest of clues
To bemuse and confuse
Cracked crimes in the Welsh catacombs



AP: Honorable Mention 2023

Submitted on January 27, 2019 for contest LIMERICK 3 sponsored by JOSEPH MAY  -  RANKED 2ND...

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What face that does not sweat?
     What person are you with such joy?
What life that carries no pain?

You live in the heavens and on earth,
You speak like violins and leopards.

What existence have you possessed?
     What has made you so beloved?
What potion do you bemuse us with?...

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Apply not mind, employ heart’s glow
Ceasing grasping, connect
Clear truth dawns in staid stillness slow
Such is the path, direct

Fears and desires bemuse
Devil in disguise ruse
Thoughts no longer amuse

Ego spawned bind
Apply not mind

11-June-2023
Quietus ...

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Spring blossoms cloud my eyes
Fragrances bemuse my senses
All green life comes alive
Wildlife abounds with birth
Temps tempt my outside fervor
Opening worth to all life.
Lesson your primal strife,
Believe in all things True
Downgrade your blues
All is welcome, open your eyes
to all that's you,...

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With skin as smooth as porcelain
Responsive to my touch
I bask in your heady scent
My desire for you is such

That I cannot resist you
My senses you bemuse
Even when you're in a crowd
It's still you that I choose

I long to see you naked
When our foreplay has begun
And savor your sweet body
Banana anyone??...

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That we be as He, He immerses us in the realm of illusions, to employ free will for choosing resonation with the omnipresent love vibration. The doer, momentarily separated from the source within the dream, merely needs to recognise and choose alignment. Voluntarily.

Senses five bemuse
Our spiralling thoughts confuse
Let love be our muse

14-August-2020...

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Life ephemeral, like bubbles
We blow them and they burst
Fears and desires, cause of troubles
Unquenchable, our thirst 

As of ego ruse
Illusions do bemuse
Let not these forms confuse

Cravings temporal
Life ephemeral  

04-October-2021
Quietus

rhyme me rhyme me a poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper

Photo #2
Rhymezone used to check rhymes
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Rat-a-tat, Rat-a tat-tat,
the mice crawl through the walls

You hear them best when lights are low,
the cat still yet to call

Rat-a-tat, Rat-a-tat-tat,
straight up and overhead

The world they know—the world you know,
conjoined but never bred

Rat-a-tat, Rat-a-tat-tat,
your solitude a ruse

What lies inside beyond plain sight
—a kinship to bemuse

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)...

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Thirst For More

Form new bridges, and dispel hardship elsewhere.
Costly moves break ties with a direct hit.
Enervate what's left of reminants along the way.
Keep nearer pastel roses of friendship.
Bemuse as oneself, would aspire with fresh roots.
Mend entitlement of a disconnected spirit.
Of brighter tomorrows, furnish to fit.
Stirs creativity of partly woes and endearment.

J.L.H.  11.26.11, rev 4.23.12...

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Never needed LSD,

seeing things that could not be,

rejecting my own ESP,

I swim the Sea of Apathy,

traverse the Desert of Ennui,

emotions under lock and key,

internalize the wild banshee.


Toddler's rolled up dungarees,

bemuse the double-amputee,

heart bestrewn with life's debris,

none of us get off scotfree.


Handcuff life's evacuees,

so tender is Humanity.


©Danielle White...

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Here we are and here we begin 
in silence, going in within
Images bemuse, so we be still
feeling bliss tingle on our skin

Voids within form begin to fill
Nectar divine does overspill
We imbibe bliss by magnetism 
shaped gently, upon the anvil

Head and heart meld in body prism
Vibrant is our sensorium 
Our heart stirs in joyous caper 
cleansed of ego residuum 

04-October-2021...

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She sits upon the wooden fence.
The day is cold.
Her fists are clenched.
And, I wonder what goes through her mind.
This girl of ten, eleven, nine?

She stares at all that passes by.
She coughs, then snorts and squint her eye.
And looks out all confused,
but with bemuse,
At this ol’ world out there.

She moves along the wooden fence.
Changing scope, her hopes and dreams;
Or, so it seems?
To me.
Or, is this where she wants to be....

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Soul’s light stolen, ego’s the thief
It employs thought spirals to bemuse
Sans in void of cessation there’s no relief

Fears and desires, the standard ruse
Mind-body attachment, the cause
Subjects pristine soul to abuse

If we put thought flow on pause
Our luminous presence is revealed
We stand here now erect, free from flaws

Oh hermit, if we so choose, we may be healed
Inner light revealed, nothing concealed

09-April-2022...

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Advancing the construct of love
    With embryonic sophistication
Will only bemuse the dove
    And send her back with agitation….

Through its genial labyrinth, into the trap
    Of every distant memory;
For the olive branch will surely snap
    When clinging to its reverie.

The bark will fend off the wrath of December,
    However, the fruit is not solely for you—
Lest we digress and disremember;
    The leaves are there to collect the dew

To nourish itself for all to pursue....

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