"baffoon" poems
racing through the night
fast as light,
toward the great unknown,
the little acorn nut was
reminded of the old adage,
"hang on to your hat"
and so she did.
first stop was to the factory
where well crafted &
educated hands
stroked her smooth grain
& magnificent wood,
so long hidden,
standing so long un-admired.
at last the day came,
she was loaded upon the truck,
so very carefully,
gentle to not mar
nor bump,
as she was moved.
reaching the city,
all the brights lights,
the city trees dotted
the avenues
and huge grand park,
spurning the excited hi's
of this little country
bumpkin.
but she would not dally,
nor carry on, with
the highend bookcases,
chairs, tables and others,
living floor after floor
above the city.
those in the penthouses
holding the works and books,
those rubbing shoulders
and bums,
with the highfalutin
literary few.
the poets & artists & writers
that deign to look down on
poor you.
every night,
under the light,
she laid there beaming,
her beauty so deep
for all to see,
gleaming.
no diva, nor screeching ingenue,
puffed up egotisical baffoon,
or shrew,
could bring her down.
for she knew,
that without her,
there could be no show.
for without her,
in all her floor glory,
there simply
would be
no stage!
and the little acorn nut
was glad!
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 9:54 PM UTC
No longer given the answer seek the truth and see, that what you have is made through opportunity. Doomed that is he, who've thought it possible to reach Moon by the sea, or even, to be, groomed by a beast. Thoughts as such zoomed by with screech and now loom by the teeth, only for the while as I tuned out this breach, since frying bigger fish is the room that I seek, I reach, into abyss, a gloom that is deep, emerging as this, a baffoon headed sheep, in a crowd of uncrowd worthy creeps... Shepherded by visions of aluminous dreams... Which seem.... Impossible to redeem...
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 12:02 AM UTC
White and not covered
Praising for the sunlight to shine through,
Dark and light sided
This is the Moon
Searching for a reason
But finding none
Close minded believer
We think we won
We won nothing but wisdom,
so did the Moon
Cried a million times but
I'm still a baffoon
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 5:03 PM UTC
It has been- the same ole' scene
in this same ole', stock city.
I spend my moons- singing out,
baffoon -ishly,
this same ole' song of Eldorado.
I sing this same ole' song:
as the dead, golden grass
grows grand and green.
I sing this same ole' song:
as a sixty mile, whipping wind
blows through the Mississippi.
I sing this same ole' song:
under the succulent shine of,
the fullest of many moons.
I sing this same ole' song:
until I hear the beetles and worms
chew through this coffin,
deep in the ground of Eldorado.
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 12:44 PM UTC
I know he means well when he does his rounds
His childish behaviour knows no bounds
A manager by title, and title alone
I cringe at his presence through to the bone
He asks how I am with a sickening grin
Is my mental health ok, he says on a whim
Because I'm ****** off does he think I am mad
Enough of you now I really have had
Night shifts in this place can mess with your mind
But I yearn for the rest days that follow behind
Its then I can rest and find peace within
And forget the baffoon with the immature grinn
Dawn has now risen my shifts nearly done
Soon I can go home, my times begun
Its now time to rejoin the land of the living
And the things that to me make life fullfilling
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 1:33 AM UTC
Into the vortex
The past swells like a baffoon
As if we had no right anyway
To be creative with a zoom
Apr 6, 2025
Apr 6, 2025 at 12:37 PM UTC