Short In A Quandary Poems
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Sir Patrick Henry
Saw America in a quandary
Shook the house by its boots
After ten years of jumping hoops
~*~
Which came first, the chicken or the egg
Brain's in a quandary, I'm on my last legs
The world is flat
And stuff like that
Think something upstairs has come unpegged
Which came first, the chicken or the egg
My brain's in a quandary, I'm on my last legs
The world is flat
And stuff like that
Think something upstairs has become unpegged
An Eagle whose name is Don Henley
To media isn’t so friendly
He wrote “Dirty Laundry”
Left press in a quandary
But sneers at the poor from his Bentley
*Written May 11, 2014
Here's one for the ages, no one's thought
Of being in an empty room, an answer's been sought
Coz if you're in the room
The question does loom
It's no longer empty, in a quandary I'm caught
It is no mystery I'm in a quandary The look on my pretty face Is a bit misplaced The surreptitious halo floating askew above me Gives the impression I'm quit free But quite the contrary I in fact can be a provocateur for sure But please continue to think That I am sweet innocent and pure
Awake is the New Sleep
Confused
Should I sleep all day?
‘Cause I didn’t sleep last night
Midnight
1:00 o’clock
2:00 o’clock
3:00 o’clock
4:00 o’clock
And more
Watched the dawn break
Then fell asleep
Now caught in a quandary
Will I sleep tonight?
Should I even try?
All over again
Confused
We had such a good time on our first date.
How did I become someone you would hate?
The way you have acted seems quite peculiar to me.
All that you have done has left me in a quandary.
I needed you like I needed more dandelions on my lawn.
I feel no sorrow, but relief, now that you are gone.
Inspired by Andrea (I’m not writing about her)
thought that I was in control
my mind manipulates my heart
now it seems my heart went rogue
and struck out on its own
guess it got tired of being held back
being told what it should feel
the fantasies my mind could hide
the dreams that all seemed real
now I'm in a quandary
I don't know which to trust
a mind constantly rationalizing
or a heart ready to combust
This is something I certainly dread.
I am not able to see what's ahead.
The morning sun is on the rise.
The bright light is getting in my eyes.
Up ahead, cars and traffic lights I cannot find.
If I look too long, I might go blind.
Even my sunglasses don't do much for me.
This situation has placed me in a quandary.
inspired by another member's poem
If there's something you cannot remember,
How do you know that you forgot?
If you don't know where you're going,
How do you know when you are there?
If your mind is in a quandary,
And those furrows knit your brow,
Let all the others do the worrying,
Let them all blow of steam.
Me? I'll chill out and enjoy my coffee,
With maybe a biscuit and some cream.
© Dave Timperley 27 March 2017
do not quarrel with the heart
when
love is in a quandary
wounded and abandon
in the battlefield of love
but
love
wants to query the soul
to reveal the essence of love eternal light
and
we must honor the requests of love
once more
to seek
and
make the spirit hold
to give it breath and flush out the light
to secure forgiveness and compassion
if
we bring the shining light
if
we do not quarrel with the heart tonight
Lonesome Kermit
Was a hermit,
Living on a mountain, in a cave.
It was really very silly--
Worlds away from Piccadilly--
How that lonely cavern dweller did behave.
He was always in a quandary,
With no one to do his laundry
And he never found the time to wash or shave.
There is really no excuse
For style of that recluse,
And the way the fellow used to rant and rave.
For the whole span of his life,
Kermit never took a wife,
Cause he couldn't lure a woman to his cave.
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