Short Puzzlement Poems

I taste your enigmas 
bitter—then sweet—
I unravel them with 
wonder in my lips 
as surety black
paradox puzzlement  
brightens—opens—
birthing color....

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To say God’s non-existent I draw a blank
It defies all logic if I might be frank
        When a crisis that’s pending
         Has a real happy ending
And an Atheist is grateful, who does he thank?...

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I had a mouse come in my house;
I hoped it would not stay.
Lucie took one look at it 
and tried to run away.	

Lucie ran beneath the sofa,
the mouse then ran there, too.
Lucie jumped and took right off,
just like a streak of blue.

The little mouse then came back out
and sat there on the floor,
cocked its head in puzzlement,
then headed for the door!...

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I had a mouse come in my house;
I hoped it would not stay.
Lucie took one look at it 
and tried to run away.	

Lucie ran beneath the sofa,
the mouse then ran there, too.
Lucie jumped and took right off,
just like a streak of blue.

The little mouse then came back out
and sat there on the floor,
cocked its head in puzzlement,
then headed for the door!...

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Beautiful,  tall clouds hidden behind lower lying drizzle-makers;
Grand, expansive spires of nature's great conveyer;
hidden behind a mist of weary half-carriers. 
Great pillars of the sky looking down;
the view lost, thwarted by aborted weather-child.
These majestic lakes of the sky;
hidden by the puddles from earth bound eye.
Drowned out by; 
And then one...two,
drops;
as even the heavens cry.
In knowledge they weep, in puzzlement keep:
searching for that spire......

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I hunger,
For my youth.
For those lazy,
Hazy, crazy,
Sperm-filled days.
When my eyes
Feasted with devilment,
Instead of mockery,
Upon the young
School of nymphs
That swam up
And down the corridors
Like silver darlings
Of the sea

The wonderment
Puzzlement
Of the flesh.
Memories of
Soft bouncy buttocks,
Budding breasts
Licentious legs
That tormented,
Teased, pleased
That frenzied, wild
Stirrings of my loins.
How i loved life then,
With it's silent promise
Of great things to come....

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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....

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