Vexes Poems | Examples

Let There Be Limericks: Perplexing Plurals

A papoose with a twin is papooses,
Double goose and get geese, but not gooses.
Pluralizing perplexes me,
Aggravates me, and vexes me,
And I suspect that it checks my creative juices.

Crossroad Blues

sold my crux for poetic flux
to an immortal husk in a tux,
his musk was of the set dusk,
waft of an abattoir in the sun.

he ton of tone and run,
poetic stun gun and it's so fun,
coaxing to come as we begun,
this everyday smoke show pun.

all crossroads hex in texas,
misses of the vexes voodoo temptress,
dyslexic he continues his flex,
till I twist him like a pop - breaking his neck.

mex wicka wick a candle lit
to submit his payment with spirit -
definite light emits a dreamt cadence,
where his limbs go limp in menstruation.

lips stick press to succulent a test,
hollow nostril breath as lipstick vortices,
rousing muses coos in this faded faze
of alumni haze - as I maze his days away.

Kook-y Stats

They once did a study that perplexes,
Making sure to sample both the sexes.
The av'rage sir or madam,
The stats declare each had 'em 
One boob, one nut - a result that vexes.

The Gigglemug - Dodo

The gigglemug she’s wearing
so vexes me, I want to
give her a knuckle sandwich
through her big white teeth

Conundrum

Enciphered heart, yet unread –
Hope, a promise yet unsaid –
Us, a race that’s yet to run –
Her, a puzzle yet undone –

She’s a thought I can’t pin down,
Not adjective, verb or noun.
Her enigma vexes me –
No solution can I see.

She’s a riddle yet to solve
Round whom all my thoughts revolve.
I decode her text?  Not yet.
I’ve still not that challenge met.

I unlock her secrets will,
Though their key eludes me still.
Open she’ll her heart to me…
Just give me eternity.

Written on May 14, 2023 for the “Write A Jueju-Qijue Poetry Contest” sponsored by Emile Pinet

Big Red

Somewhere inside Big Red is her body.
A shield against winter drafts and cold
It covers her delectables and wraps her delights.
I hate it. 
Its artificial fur vexes my skin and hides her from me.
But I know, inside that unnatural mantle is her body.
MMMMM OK.

Se-Pa-Ra-Ted Se-Co-Nds

The hordes of defection await
Obscurity indulges their silence
Abruptly, I am lost within my own recollection
Feverishly trying other hearts

My brain seizes its choler
It bathes in the solace of grief
Disgruntled, I await ambition
Deciphering each notion, towards alienation

The separated seconds loathe me
I fall between my somber thoughts
Deserted, my will vexes me
As I tumble into oblivion

I am at a loss of words and will--
This silence drifts into my mind
I conjure a pool of empathy
[Pretending that I am no different]

My demons bathe under my skin
For, my heart is their tyrant--
I am persecuted by my vacant will
With-held from my embittered perception...

Unanswered Questions

Why ,when I'm in the bathroom do I hear my cellphone ring?
This question always vexes me above so many things.
And when I go to answer it, my towel drops to the floor
much to the horror of the bus queue just outside my door.

For contest 'Unanswered questions', sponsor Juli- Michelle
December 4th, 2017

Humanity

Harmonious co-existence vexes as
Ugliness of spirit overrides all sense:
Man, woman, young, old - locked in constant conflict.
Antagonistic leanings destructive, but
Nations are split by doctrine more than terrain;
Isolated, insular and self-serving.
Tempestuous relationships reign supreme;
Yawning chasm between status quo and potence.

Halcyon adventures wait amongst the stars:
Unite, Peoples of Earth... and ascend as one.
Majesty of universe lies before us,
Architects, wholly, of our own destiny.
Negative acts consigned to history books;
Inherent self-destructive urges shunned by
Transcending schisms and grasping conjoined purpose.
Years uncounted may pass, but faith shall be pursed*.

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* pursed = rewarded

11 syllables on every line - checked with howmanysllables.com
14 November 2017 - my first Acrostic poem.

For the "Humanity - Acrostic" contest, sponsored by John Hamilton.
(2nd Place)

The Iron Lung

The Iron Lung

Haunting in the shadows from the Fifties' years
turning up for unexpected shock,
why does it recapture all my hidden fears,
whether having known its ways or not?

Panic pulsates deeply in the iron lung,
phobia that swells from feet to neck.
Man and machine working as a rhythmic one,
encasing all but head to chasten death.

Huge, steel, 800 pound, drum respirator,
imagine a hundred crowded in a room.
Many once depended on this life saver.
Without the giant monster, they’d be doomed.

The sight of it was used in cheap subversive ads
by a world so vile that scared some little kid
into receiving polio shots they had to have
or face the suffocating fate that others did.

Dark pictures live in furrows of my mind
with the onset of no other phobic blow.
The helpless sight of someone so confined
may be the frightful truth that vexes so.

8/13/17

Amberosia

There she sits pristine and demure
catching the center of mine eye
within a glint of thoughts impure
my breath exhales a forlorn sigh

Beyond few others to compare
a Duchess - far from being trite
I can not help but sit and stare
yearning her face to ingrain sight 

Holds herself well, so full of grace
strong - yet passionate - her aura
illumines with her smiling face
long to bathe her in rose flora

I pine to be enwrapped amid
her eyes and silky golden locks
the thought leaves me feeling sordid
must keep inside Pandora's box

Glides across the floor with such ease
her scent it does intoxicate
penultimate sense which to please
never so much to satiate

Penult - there's one more important
her touch - which I will never know
no frets - I'm not a psychophant
with dreams of her 'round my pillow

A mere man who appreciates
the beauty that she possesses
one who just wants to demonstrate
the spell she has cast that vexes

There's no ulterior motive
for me penning these words on down
I know they aren't really pensive
nor fit for this Queen as a crown

Love Without Hope

Above, the blushing blood moon vexes silken ebon space
with shadows in the mournful mist recalling, pale, a wistful trace -
her farewell smile I viewed through tears that almost veiled her face -
she turned her head and whispered low 'another time, another place...'

The Way of Life

So many people around the world
living a life of their own
there are good doers and then there are evil doers
there are rich and then there are poor


But what vexes me most is the way of life
Rich, content with all the possession
but still treating wealth like an obsession
Poor, no wealth at their disposal
but still living life like there's no control

What is freedom after all?
To the child of the poor, did sorrow ever befall?
Is there happiness at all?
To the child of the rich, no toy ever contents, I hear!

With a smile on his face, the poor farmer ploughs the land
With a frown on his face, the rich man picks a briefcase in his hand
With a joy in his heart, the poor farmer serves the bread
With a grief in his heart, the rich man sleeps alone in bed

But what vexes me most is the way of life
Rich, content with all the possession
but still treating wealth like an obsession
Poor, no wealth at their disposal
but still living life like there's no control
...still living life like there's no control!

Oasis

There is an oasis on mortality’s pock-ridden road.
Many hunger and thirst for it, but they find it not.
They live their lives carrying a burdensome load.
Unaware of the Son of God and what He wrought.

Explaining the Atonement vexes even the devout.
Its achievement crosses every rational thought,
Leading one to view the Savior’s gift with doubt.
Some lose hope, thinking things that are, are not.

But the oasis is real; its water ends every thirst.
Christ lives, knows our pain, hears our prayers.
He foiled the grave; we need not fear the worst. 
All sins for all time by the Atonement He bears. 

When the world’s woes and weight fall on you,
When you think things divine are an illusion.
Go to the oasis, partake, and witness it’s true.
You will find rest, peace, and love in profusion.

Xasperating Dilema

I've got exes of both sexes but what vexes and perplexes me when i'm riding in my Lexus and I get to feelin reckless is every time I see a "chick" I gotta wonder what the sex is.

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