Short Boggle Poems
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Paradox
Boggles the mind..
The boggling is
Fixed in illusory
Separation..so
There is no mind
To boggle..but
This story may
Resonate as
Freedom...
Africa is a myriad of nature's animal kingdom
Unequaled for its diversity as seen through a prism
Dangerous or docile
Minds they boggle
It began, a reflection of lives own symbolism>center>
Ensnare my heart
Puzzle my mind
Boggle my feelings
While I follow you blind
Riddle my ears
Spin me a tale
Cast out my fears
Love will never fail
Envoke my dreams
Stroke my pride
Live in my destiny
Lock our souls inside
Does “childish” come to mind when discussing politics
Did you say no??? You must be living in the sticks
Without the Internet or TV
Haven't heard about these geeks?
Totally boggle my mind, these lowlife backcountry hicks
Rush Rush Boggle-Brain
Rush rush Boggle-Brain,
Hurry, hurry, hurry!
Drive-shift smoggle-vroom,
Whoa! I need to walk.
We are minds-a-blobble,
Gobble, gobble, gobble!
Turkey wild scatter-bush,
Scurry, scurry, scurry!
Feathers rustle
’way she hustles
Whoa! I need to flop.
Im here your there whats the point
im not sure right now
hello good bye
EYE CONTACT
Not alone but enjoying the feeling
I'll have to wake myself up one day
I wanna boggle your mind
someone
I wanna make you feel unbelievable
nobody
I want you to know
Self
Whats reality
you or me
Us.
WHERE IS MY MIND?
Form:
A poets words some times reveal
The inner self and how they feel
Sometime words used to let things go
Of hurt of sorrow that bring them low
Words sometimes meant to liberate
The soul from pain before it is to late
When life experiences boggle the mind
Words written give relief of some kind
So If the poet seems a little low
Take heart it may be their way to grow
Form:
"What are you doing?"
The answer comes back "youtube"
A TABOO subject
My mind doth BOGGLE!
Internet failure pending
The switch goes KER PLUNK
5 SECOND RULE then
TROUBLE from upstairs, GUESS WHO?
Some AGGRAVATION
"Can we play a game"
SORRY am I HEARING THINGS
The MOUSE TRAP snaps shut
Despite the small RISK
As I SCRABBLE for face time
LIFE continues on
When the voice at the top
With the orange-hued mop
Makes suggestions that boggle the mind
Those who serve on his court
Should remove their support
Not regretting what they leave behind.
For his latest remarks
From his tweets and his barks
Saying Covid might vanish with bleach
Sounded dumb and bombastic
(But far from sarcastic).
Can we try one more time to impeach?
Never a dull moment, with small fry in tow,
expressing opinions as they learn and grow.
Imaginations always working overtime,
throwing out questions that boggle the mind.
"Mom, I can't sleep," the little girl announces.
Mother advised counting sheep, jumping fences.
Soon, a small excited voice cries out in wonder,
"Mom, it's not working, they're squeezing under!"
I too am smitten,
On thy lustrous glow;
Cologne of thy juvenility,
Is so stupendous;
None can stop,
Thee strewing in ambiance,
Alluring crowd;
My boggle is,
These moments of love,
May or may not last;
May leave me in loneliness;
Will be bereft,
For thy love;
Will be shattered,
If don't stay my side;
I too am enamoured,
But scared,
If Sun sets down,
Behind the veil of moon,
© Sadashivan Nair
Lady in Red, striking a lovely pose,
Her silhouette speaks poetry, not prose.
Upon the charming grace of a kitten -
Jaws drop, eyes boggle wide and hearts smitten.
Her “scent” bedazzles Al Pacino's sight,
Her elegance empowers Paris' might,
Her aura fevers my fascination,
I leave her touch to imagination.
In lyrics of De Burgh all has been said -
Epitome of love - Lady in Red!
July 19, 2026
Inside my head is where all my questions lie
They twist my soul, and they boggle my mind
Wake up, I say
But my eyes remain closed
My thoughts run off into a deeper space
All of my fears I cannot face
For the pain would be too great
I already have too much hate
To wander would only be a mistake.
The darkness overcomes me
There’s no more light that I can see
So I lie here completely still, in between,
All of these walls that I have built.
Blow down the snozzle
this windy wild world
is nowt but a hornswoggle.
Giddy are the blue birds
in head and heart,
blithered are the bush-beating
snit-shifters.
A good day to die and live again,
a day for tripping a bright bombastic.
A yet better day
for some nonsensical boggle
that wags words in a
beery muddle.
Fluffy are the puffy footloose
that skip well over a plushy clover,
great the laughter of children
that dance in the minding eye
of an everlasting God today.