Short Quandary Poems
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Feel you not, inside as out
Pretty, til so wrapped about?
Winks? Kindly worded reminders?
Kisses? "No; still left in doubt".
Sir Patrick Henry
Saw America in a quandary
Shook the house by its boots
After ten years of jumping hoops
~*~
With each poem I pen,
before I click “submit,”
I wonder if it will be perceived
as a witch's curse
or as a pauper’s gift.
considering pure lilies
they're giving me the willies,
exquisite pictures of good
I cannot live as I should
written July 18, 2021
I had dreamt that all oceans were beer,
from a rowboat I’m scooping up cheer,
but similar to tea,
beer goes right through me.
I can’t urinate in the boat - OH DEAR!
One thing here that drives me absolutely crazy
is trying to decide a poem category.
Many times no category here applies to me
and leaves me in a very confusing quandary.
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
i am so
afraid
to reveal to
you
the emotions i
feel
whenever you are
near
***
October 2, 2019
Written for the FFI Blog Series 16- Counted Verse
Brian Strand
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
A quiescent quiver
haunted the quagmire,
a quandary of purpose
overshadowed the quest.
The quadrangle protected
its secrets in silence.
9/29/2021
“Q” Contest, NEW ONLY Poetry Contest
Just out of curiosity,
The honey tone hummingbird
Pierced the blue-sky door,
As the sublunary creatures
Perform the sacred moon dance
Dear hummingbird, what is your
Query or leave us asunder?
A fork in the road
One paved, one pebbled
Which way should I go?
A cane in one hand
And holes in both shoes
The one that is right
Less traveled
The one which is left
Only by fools
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
As Neanderthals, you must know
that, wherever you may go,
you will be hunted by the blokes
who describe themselves as modern folks.
With culture and books, they're so chill -
until...they begin to kill.
When you feel that time is passing fast
And you will not accomplish the
Goals and dreams you had in your
Mind since you were a child
Ponder about what
You can improve
To have a
Better
Life
2-6-2016
Should I
break my stone thoughts
'till dust upon my skin
satisfying sack cloth sorrow
reaching as a beggar reaches stained hands
sleeping without weight or 'morrow
having crushed thoughts of you
forever gone...
Should I?
The quandary of physics…
a tool to divide
A slave to its master,
alone to misguide
Capable of function,
but never intent
An eye without vision
—and blind with contempt
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Our Earth has been hot...
Our Earth has been cold...
Through times that were not
By humans controlled.
Cooling and Warming...
Nature transforming?
Earthlings deforming?
Sandra M. Haight
Paula’s partying parrot paraded pridefully past Pete
Particularly poised Petunia pranced persimmon sweet.
Pete preferred Paul’s personality, plowing past Petunia’s pail.
Quizzable questionable quandary quickly confusing quibbling quail.
*Image of Time Travel Dream Factory by Pixabay.
Time
~~
quandary
quantitate
quietism
~~
2021 July 15
*3rd Place*
In Just A Few Words 2
~~Joseph May: Judged 2021 July 17
solutions are never easy
sometimes the quandary is huge
words don't always frame your heart
pictures blur and fade to blue
often I go off track
my heart tries to control my mind
that is when mistakes are made
because love is always blind
Fools rush in where
Both angels and devils fear to tread.
They know that procrastination
Is the thief of time and space.
To be, or not to be
Are not questions – they’re replies
To the quintessential quandary.
Don’t think. Go by your gut reaction.
The xenop* is a kind of frog
That loves a sub-Saharan climate.
And though I don't like being terse,
I must cut short this froggie's verse,
'cause I've encountered the poet's curse…
With xenop,
Like orange,
There's not much to rhyme it.
*Pr: zee-nop
Call me fickle
no doubt about it
I’m in a pickle
a firkin full of gherkin
quite a quandary
tho' still a dill
the question isn’t funny
it’s ridiculous
others may tickle us
yet I don’t see
for love nor money
why I can’t tickle me