Short Stymied Poems

Stymied voice,
rose,
indicating,
new spirit flows,
thorugh life's hose....

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A young witch named Hermione
so thin she almost was boney.
	Anything but whiney,
	punched Malfoy’s eye shiny.
Brilliant! His spying stymied....

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their three-legged race

her left, his right

stymied-knees in between

cross the starting line

with a tricky gait

3/22/2020...

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Stymied suburbia, 

modern disquiet lingers.

(Strange harbinger.)

Sun rises

hovers radiantly just -

over the skyline,

Third Eye opens wide....

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Pantheon of obtuse glorifications
Hallways confetti bile stymied soldiers smile
'Incomiiiiiiiiing!!!!'
Waves and waves of the nation's slaves
Wave your flag
The few 
The proud
The crippled and the dead...

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Stymied sand regales no tale
  All wind-whipped time erases
Partial pain of life relieved
  To find familiar places

Sand concedes no mark remains
  Rain, snow and ice extinguish
Not a trace of young refrains
  Slim hourglass of anguish...

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Murmurs of doubt peel off the page
Lost lesions flee from snakeskin
An endless stymied spiral recedes
As coarse winds blow apart overgrown weeds

The scattered feelings of yesterday
Are embalmed from a smooth drifting marvel
Renewed to pursue this grand calling...

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My clock ran away taking the time
There was no warning, just up and went.
I’d give a nickel, maybe a dime.
To keep track of the weeks I’ve spent

Feeling curiously bamboozled and stymied
By that traitorous clock sorely bent
If you see her, her face is yellow limed.
Tell her good-bye, I have moved to Kent....

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Unjustly stymied, down by law,


The good citizen balks, throws his -


Monkey wrench into the grinding gears of society:


"They all be damned."


But freed, aided, 


The good citizen (Way, will) makes straight that path,


Turns forward the Great, Lasting Wheel of Society,


For the benefit of all....

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slow strangulation
osmotically penetrating
the very fabric of our being
stymied before fear germinates
simply by our nonchalant observation
plateaus off the sunken vibration
which we look at slowly ebbing
disengaging from our ego

such are silent battles we wage
moment to moment, day by day
that we may dwell in light of Self...

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Lest I be stymied by life’s little peccadilloes,
I try not to be astounded by what comes my way
For life and love are not without wearisome billows,
And not everything that’s delightful comes to stay.

written February 25, 2022
submitted to "Bite Size Poem No. 38" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Line Gauthier...

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All alone, without woes, worry, or care,
          my mind mostly meanders, free from fear.

Silence speaks so softly, stymied to share
          secrets; Solitude trusted to her care.

Happiness hides in the thick of nowhere,
          amongst antelopes, beavers, bears, and deer;
                    a peopleless place, but beyond compare....

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The troll did not care
He was miserable
And glad of it
It had become his normal

His misery fed off of itself
Worms of destruction tried to shake him
He would not relent
He was comfortable in his stymied state

No one tried to speak to him
They left him in the forest
Where he petrified
Terrorizing those who stumbled upon him in the dark...

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Plain useless I say, plain useless every day
The fight to find the value in reality
Yet onward we drive passions purpose to derive
Finding mostly only stymied walls of worry

To decide to never play assures the fate of any
So we gamble yet another day uncertain
The parlor tricks moving most to dance all-in
With hopes to see what lies behind the curtain...

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Fear leashes unforeseen harpoons
     when faith flees to the hold.
     Wind gauges possible typhoons,
     purser murmurs threefold...

           fractures in the bulkhead
           sailors stymied by dread
           damage and death ahead

Fear leashes anxiety;
Faith can anchor urgency.

October 21, 2021

The middle three lines are a leash, a set of three...

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Utterly helpless sometimes I feel
     and utterly sad for no remedy found
to fix my conditions which seem so surreal.
     I’m utterly stymied and tied to the ground.

     Utterly thankful, however, am I,
for what gives me joy and for friendships that thrive.
     Though utterly hopeless . . . I’m still getting by
and utterly happy for being alive!

Nov. 14, 2021...

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To sacrifice my time of fate,
inventors urging's commonplace,
the nudge ~ inviolate, but grace,
invention seems to win the race!

That stark inviting quells replace
Lord, nothing else give me to case
this being my worthwhile, my space
and ne'er refusings' stymied trace!

The idea thriving, wholeness ace
at last surviving, millions pace!
I am Invention ~ no escape
Necessities remaining . . . chase!...

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Stymied at the cross roads
choices left to be made,
past succumbed to rot and erode
stifled by a loss in trade.
A trickle left in amble
as climates seem to change,
movements toward a scramble
a time to evolve and interchange.

Sins of others selling soul
scurry power to a slower pace
slum-dogs roam out of control
to fill the vacuum and the space.

A slain shroud of refined mystery
confined pages of a mono history!...

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My second grade grandson’s a writer,
His stories creative and fun,
With spelling that’s just as creative
As the story he’s joyfully spun.

Most often I’m quick to decipher
The words that I don’t understand
But sometimes I’m stymied by letters
Not quite what the books would demand.

So today I resorted to asking 
What word was in front of my eyes.
The obvious answer (to someone)
Was, “Nana - of course, it’s disguise!”...

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Through the thick of the fog
I begged to the bog
stumped by a stymied log.
It was hollow of pride,
like a zookeeper’s dog,
reduced to bark-less hide.
From the splat of my thud
It wore polka-spot mud
and rolled just because
It knew what It was
to snap unjustified.
So what could I do
but prove what It knew
with another attack
on the cripple I threw?
If cracking my back
playing fetch in the muck
was the point of It all - I’m stuck.


12/11/2018...

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My flaming tears cannot douse 
the tents aflame.
My burning eyes can never unsee
the corpse of a headless baby.
My beating heart yearns to
give life to those stilled.

And still the killing continues unabated…

My soul shudders in grief
at the horrors visited upon innocents.
My intellect feels stymied, perplexed
by the incredulity of support given to
a genocidal entity.

Can they still claim to be victims?
Stop. Stop. Stop!
Enough killing. 
Enough slaughter.
Enough…...

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Two years ago today we watched 
The Capitol attacked, 
In disbelief at all the sense
Our leader surely lacked.

In shock and horror we were glued
To any screen in sight 
As protests turned to violence
From those just thrilled to fight.

Today we watch the circus
As the House attempts to vote,
Our government still stymied
By some mulishness of note.

A strong conviction’s often worth 
A fight, to some extent,
But once we knew lines not to cross,
Which now some circumvent....

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