"bafflingly" poems
It's 2 am in a hotel room,
In a not so foreign place,
With some bafflingly strange toothpaste,
And duck soap which smells like oranges,
And to think
That I would be,
Thinking of you.
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 9:45 PM UTC
Don't be so hard on yourself.
The holiest of mysteries
may be bafflingly simple.
What is redemption if not
rising from your bed
into the broken world
of human flesh and struggling
to imagine how to live
and what to say?
Isn't that wrestling with angels?
Isn't that staring down
that burning bush?
Isn't that calling the forbidden
name of G-d out loud?
To try it every way,
knowing clearly you may
never quite get it right,
but persisting in the challenge
each and every day?
Don't be so hard on yourself.
Redemption may be
only a morning away.
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 11:12 AM UTC
Former CIA Director
John Brennan scathing headlines
Washington Post op-ed sharply
published critical accusations
muted excoriation slams
Commander in Chief
volcanic blatant pathological lying
spews like lava his American
foreign policy boilerplate brazenly
bastardizes by banditry blueprint,
balefully balkanizing beautiful bracketed
booming brady bunch brand,
bests best-buy buffer braking balanced
bastion, bolstered beloved benighted
bequeathed bicameral bipartisan bliss,
Baptizing bacchanalian buffoonish bombast,
betokening bobble-headed Bumstead,
barmy bartered bride bravado, bizarrely
brash brassiness, blindsiding behavior,
beetlebrowed bonehead, bafflingly baldfaced,
bankrupting, blithely bollixing,
bombastically belittling, badmouthing,
banally blasting, banana-boat baseless,
bearish blandishments, beastly boastful
boosterism, bellicosely boorish, bug-eyed,
bighearted, bigoted blathering breeding
blunderbuss bloopers, bewildering
bloodletting bellyache blight,
brazenly being bandying bellwether,
blitzing bourgeoisie balderdash,
balking but beaming barbaric
berserk ballyhoo backbiting,
backslapping backstabbing
blacklisting bromides,
besetting basic bestowed blooming,
Bobbitizing bedeviling beneficial
bulwark bereft badinage, ballistically ballooning
betrayal birthing bedlam.
Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 6:06 PM UTC
You may not be a knight on a horse
but your poetry speaks volumes.
I may not know you very well,
but I will use this poem as a formal invitation
to dive into my profound and bafflingly complex soul.
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 5:05 PM UTC
The sea is dead so
come on and take a swim
let it pull you down
meet the horrors of the deep
let your laughter end their sleep
as you drown.
The world is dying but
you seem just fine.
Somehow you are happy here
bafflingly impervious
to ethereal delirias
and cosmic fear.
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 12:46 AM UTC
It’s humorous the way you look at me, when I tell you I’m gay.
I’ve never been more bemused;
at how someone can be so egotistical,
or look so bafflingly confused.
You spent all night chatting merrily,
yet body language accounts for much more.
When I told you those two simple words,
your jaw almost hit the floor.
You told me about your ex-girlfriend,
I really don’t understand why
because at the time you brought it up,
I was talking about my grandad’s glass eye.
I consciously see you are flirting
as the topics of *** and love I swerve;
after I told you I was in a relationship,
you’re still being an absolute perve.
After half an hour of almost falling asleep,
these topics won’t seem to go away,
I tell you the lady with me is my partner
and automatically your eyes start to stray.
But not before you start to ask
the most inappropriate form of a question,
to which I’ve heard a dozen times
and still lacking any discretion.
To give you a laugh I’ll share a few.
‘How do you have ***
‘Which one of you is the man?’
‘Have you ever gone with a boy?’
To be honest my dear chap, with your incompetent attitude,
I’d rather use a toy.
It leaves me feeling a little dejected,
that we don’t live in a world
where being gay is totally accepted,
or if it is accepted,
****** privacy is not respected.
So, to you dear boy I wave goodbye,
I think the atmosphere has dried;
but don’t worry, I don’t think too highly of myself,
the only thing that’s hurt is your pride.
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 9:22 AM UTC
I prefer to remain unknown,
Even to myself, opening up,
Part of me leaves it with you,
Parts I cannot lose.
My form from the former of,
The firmament, I’m told there’s
Only grey, only what man can
Stand but surely healer,
The dance of angels flickering,
Dark shows us the way, through the,
Grey into the light of day, show us,
A way from the darkness at bay,
I ask of you which parts of ,
Me you need to keep pent up,
Bound and kept from me,
Bound but surely jailer,
The flickering of demons, shimmering,
Gloaming shows us another through the,
Light into the dark of night, obscure us,
From the light of day, my favourite game,
My form now in the form of,
The corruptor of the firmament,
Only sickened black, Only what man,
Stands but surely never,
I need to lose but surely healer,
A way from the darkness at bay,
Bound but surely jailer,
The piercing light of day.
I must remain unknown,
Jumbled thoughts in my scatter-brained domain,
Parts of my essence, I share with you,
Wild chaos, my mind we must subdue.
Our form, a cosmic creation I am,
Whispered secrets, in grey, I comply,
Bafflingly told man’s realm viewed,
Stand firm, heal, in the tumultuous brew.
Angels cohort, flicker in the void,
Lost in the labyrinth, shadows deployed,
Guidance in chaos, through the murky hue,
Unrestrained journey, a delirious breakthrough.
Verily I question you, what's within to lock,
Thoughts to confine, in madness we frock,
Bounded and concealed, reality askew,
In this disarray, guardianship’s review.
Angels’ wild dance, sparks do ignite,
A Chaotic romp, through the grey light,
Into the day’s revelry, a mind askew,
Unravelling the night, in unhinged debut.
Demons flicker, a shimmering gleam,
In the eerie twilight, a bewildering dream,
Through the light’s abyss, we eschew,
Madness obscuring, as we spiral through.
In this form, a shaper of discord, I yearn,
Sickened blackness, man’s world we spurn,
Unshackled, a healer in this retinue,
In the chaos’ maelstrom, we’ll discern the truce.
To lose and find, in this madness I embrace,
A path through insanity, in this bewildering space,
Confined and unshackled, a paradoxical crew,
In the relentless glare, our minds we’ll place anew.
I must remain unknown,
Disjointed thoughts are my azure domain,
Bits of my essence, I share with who?
Wild chaos, our minds we must renew.
My form, a cosmic creation, am I?
Whispered truths, in light, we climb,
Secretly told, our realms view,
Stand firm, heal, in the tumultuous brew.
Angels thoughts, flicker in the firmament,
Found in the labyrinth, shadows destroyed,
Guidance in chaos, through the murky blue,
Unrestrained journey, a delirious breakthrough.
I answer you, what's within to lock?
Bounded and concealed, reality askew,
Thoughts to confine, in madness we frock,
In this disarray, guardianship’s review.
Demons wild dance, embers are ignited,
Chaotic romp, through the grey blight,
Into the day’s revelry, a mind askew,
Unravelling the night, in unhinged debut.
Angels flicker, a shimmering gleam,
In the eerie twilight, a damaged seam,
Through the light’s abyss, we eschew,
Madness obscuring, as we power through.
In this form, a shaper of discord, I burn,
Sickened blackness, man’s world we churn,
Unshackled, a healer in this retinue,
In the chaos’ maelstrom, we’ll discern the truth.
To lose and find, in this madness I embrace,
A path through insanity, in this bewildering space,
Confined and unshackled, a paradoxical view,
In the relentless glare, our minds we’ll place anew.
Sep 10, 2024
Sep 10, 2024 at 10:44 AM UTC
it's mind bafflingly frustrating to know
that the reasons i like you
are the same reasons i hate you
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 10:25 PM UTC