Short Consternated Poems
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Wizard was structured as he could be.
Rules and regs that consternated me.
Often had a fit.
Could not help it.
He was the Wizard of Laws, you see.
Confused, consternated, discombobulated, bumfuzzle woman girl
What has happened to make you so contorted and distorted?
Your knees are pointing out your upside down backwards face, if you ask me.
Silence of the night split open
Consternated by a clamorous crack
Nettie stared at the paper
Took out an eraser
Evening’s still quiet was horrified
By the fortissimo of thunder
No good.
She began anew
One day there was a rain cloud.
Beneath Betty and Barney’s bigger better bogie Broaderbatterband
was a consternated, conflcted cocoaflaxinoid created inland
Hopkinosis had heard about hype, and held history in his hand
Unwordeferin forever lingering longingly in his glorious gland.
is an elephant's trunk a nose or a hand?
Wanting to find out I traveled to Africa land.
One of the elephants used his trunk to wave at me.
Saw another wipe his trunk against his sleeve.
Female utilized her trunk to take a river drink.
Now I am consternated, do not know what to think.
skittles got ambushed by slap happy griddles
bending and bowing, flexible in their middles
happy tea dunkers hung upside down from the piddles
consternated, I played six of my craziest fiddles
teacher was astounded; her name is McLiddles
orchestra complete, we thanked the musical griddles.
Under cover of darkness
two glowing eyes in awareness
of all its cruel foes
that appears where ever it goes.
An untuned carniverous orchestra sings
funerary songs as Death stings,
suddently, many glowin' eyes scrambles in the shadows
like consternated desperados,
yet an unlucky prey
met its doomsday!
I am as confused as Alice has ever been, she thought
And I am not a figment of a sliver of an imagination
Of a man who was probably under the influence of something.
I am consternated by this situation. I see no way out.
I have never been this discombobulated and turned backwards.
Her mind rolled its eyes; having heard this daily for years.
Six people confessed to the murders of four.
Police detectives were consternated.
This many confessions had never happened before.
This was totally unanticipated.
Other homeless people lined the police station door.
Police said “Now, these jail cells are overrated.”
In a week the confessions numbered twenty-four.
Free room and board for all those who participated.
Braggadocios Colonel McBragg
caught a truth bomb
gag shrapnel frag
This sent his damaged, prideful heart
on a flatline drag
His coffin was dress uniform covered
by a neatly folded flag
All those in consternated attendance,
wondered ruefully ...
with fretful thoughts a-sag,
that brain prickly did nag:
What classified secrets loose lips McBragg
had let out of the intel bag
"please sit on your sitzfleisches,"the 4th grade teacher said
Preschoolers do not understood German, so they continued to stand
"Sit on your hindquarters!" This was stated a bit louder.
The kids stared at her, still not understanding.
"Your haunches, your petootsies, your derrieres!"
They looked totally consternated now.
A preschool teacher walked in.
"Sit on your pockets," she said.
They all sat.
Misplaced anger
got you kicking the dog
Unleashed volatile attitude
got you punting the pooch
Poor little doggie
don’t know what’s wrong with you
Master’s in a rage ...
even the dumb beast knows,
that madman
needs to be put in a cage
Stifle that anger,
put a muzzle on that violent passion
Clouded judgment
got you living in a consternated fog
Watch yourself ...
or your battering hands
one day is gonna get bit by the dog
Santa built a little snowman, but it came alive.
It danced around and gave the woodland creatures five.
They cheered because they thought his magic came from Santa Claus.
Santa was incredulous, he had no idea about the magic cause.
Unbeknownst to Santa, Mrs. Claus was a Wiccan queen.
She had brought the snowman to life, giving him a sheen.
He was still consternated, bamboozled and curious about it.
She laughed at his confusion as he threw a Santa fit.
You cannot roller skate in the house she tells my child.
Why not? I ask.
She is silent.
Her mouth gets all prissy.
Rose bud like.
I would not let him do that if I were you, a stranger advises me.
That’s because you are not me, I reply.
Not in a mean way.
In a nonchalant way.
Not snotty.
What is wrong with you? The stranger asks me.
I am consternated.
Confused.
Wondering.
Why do people think they can control other people?
It is a puzzlement to me.
Bamboozles me each time.