Short Flummoxed Poems
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Mr. Justin Smollett
Has nary a regret
He concocted a most egregious hoax
But won't apologize to us flummoxed folks
Who takes brain hits diabolic?
The child of an alcoholic!
With the mind’s botox
Pain’s now in a box
Not flummoxed the kid can frolic
Though frazzled and flummoxed and frayed,
Still, none of it all would he trade.
The father of two
Knew not what to do,
But knew that in love he was paid.
If you find yourself flummoxed with flu
There’s really not much you can do.
Sip some soup or drink tea
And eventually
You’ll feel less and less apt to ach-oo!
Flummoxed foxes fleeing, fumbling forward from furious
Hurried heaving hounds howling hourly hitherto
Stop
Withered weathered wild woods would weep when
Man made memories murdering many mammals
Stop
one by one, as we join the dots
attention quanta, in small lots
relies on memory recall
both pleasant and fears that appall
flummoxed by life’s Gordian knots
19-May-2023
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Bitsize Contest no 64 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line. Gauthier
woody woodpecker had a laugh that carried us through the day
We cheered as he pecked his bill into every tree with a hey hey hey
He was like a jackhammer, this hilarious cutey pie with hair of red
His enemies were flummoxed by him, they tried to make him dead
heart is prone to anticipate
even though life is but a dream
bemused we tend to oscillate
flummoxed by fear patterns that stream
we know we will awake in time
so we are not harsh on ourself
we ascend betwixt bliss beat’s chime
resplendent in the light of Self
Plussed and flummoxed,
The hundred sheep.
As I tossed and turned
In my sleep.
They must wonder
If crafty wolf
O'er the fence with them
Did leap!
As I counted
Droopy-eyed,
I must've let a one
Slip by!
Loud the bleat
Of troubled sheep
And I tossed and turned
In my sleep.
confounded by maze
gripped by pure anxiety
heartbeat overdrive
reminded of life
discombobulated, help!
flummoxed in extreme
'M' Words
Poetry Contest
Chosen Word: Maze
Sponsored
by:
Constance La France
20/03/2023
Pixabay Image by:LoggaWiggler
One of my many foibles is greed.
I have placed myself in a bad situation indeed.
If I only hadn't sat at this blackjack table today.
My depleted bankroll won't permit me to stay.
I am flummoxed by the way the dealer pulls twenty-one.
That's it. I am over and done.
Wherever there be subtle calibration
Delusion borne of ego is at play
Master of the art of persuasion
Wherever there be subtle calibration
We remain flummoxed until cessation
Only in silence do we cease to sway
Wherever there be subtle calibration
Delusion borne of ego is at play
27-November-2020
Hardly anyone else has their own white rabbit herald.
I do. His name is Poindexter P. Horacio Merry Merald.
He announces things to me in my ear all the time.
You don’t need to write that; it’s now time to rhyme.
That’s not the adjective I would use. I am flummoxed.
You are annoying me greatly; I am super gumm-uxed.
I listen some days and ignore him other days for sure.
His intention is to keep me honest and my poems pure.
With two left feet
he's clod-hoppery
tho' her little white porkies
are quite whoppery
as he thinks aloud
she's merely frippery
meanwhile she knows
he's really foppery
but slinking around
slippery-sloppery
in sandals she found
flippery-floppery
she came a-croppery
a total eye-poppery
yet flummoxed
gob-stoppery
he refrained
from quippery-flippery
remained on toppery
and maintained
ever chippery
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LAZULINE sheen glittered,
~~flummoxed~~
SAPPHIRE ASTER thrived,
forget-me-not blooms,
morning glory smiles in aureate sunrise,
as seasons swap in jitters,
~~"LOVE's new moment"~~
SEPTEMBER'S zephyr gust in solemn hymn
flowers celebrate in gaiety ...
evoking such a METAMORPHOSIS to be reckoned with ...
"why month's glyph always in BLUE?"
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"BRIAN STRAND CONTEST" entry
I envy a cool and calm person,
Unruffled by all of life's stress,
Who takes things in stride and never will hide
From impediments to her success.
It's hard to be that type of being,
So centered and quiet and calm,
Who will watch things unfold and will never lose hold,
Owning neither a worry nor qualm.
Of course, I am far from that person
Who rolls with the punches, serene.
I get flummoxed so fast that you might be aghast
By my feathers, too ruffled to preen.