"bemuse" poems
Our lovestory may not be the sweetest story,
It may not taste like a berry,
It may not be as famous as cherry,
But I assure you that you are the man I want to marry!
So, if the time comes that you need to choose...
Please, don't let my heart be bruised
Because if that happens, I'll be in a bad case of blues
For I don't want to be in bemuse...
For my love for you is genuine
And I don't want it to be ruined.
For as long as we have faith with each other,
Our fate will never be bothered.
Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 6:12 AM UTC
the people whose job is to
understand the multiverse
can't figure this world out
rid·dle ˈridl/noun: riddle; plural noun: riddles
1. | a question or statement intentionally
phrased so as to require ingenuity
in ascertaining its answer or meaning,
typically presented as a game;
a person, event, or fact that is difficult
to understand or explain.
"the riddle of her death" [puz·zle
ˈpəzəl/verb: puzzle; 3rd person present:
puzzles; past tense: puzzled; past participle:
puzzled; gerund or present participle:
puzzling
1. cause (someone) to feel confused because
they cannot understand or make sense of something:
"one remark he made puzzled me"
synonyms: perplex, confuse, bewilder,
bemuse, baffle, mystify, confound;
faze, stump, beat, discombobulate
"her decision puzzled me"
perplexed, confused, bewildered,
bemused, baffled, mystified, confounded,
nonplussed, at a loss, at sea;
flummoxed, stumped, fazed, clueless,
discombobulated
"a puzzled look on her face"
baffling, perplexing, bewildering, confusing, complicated, unclear, mysterious, enigmatic, ambiguous, obscure, abstruse, unfathomable, incomprehensible, impenetrable, cryptic
"his explanation was rather puzzling"
antonyms: clear
think hard about something difficult
to understand or explain;
"she was still puzzling over this problem
when she reached the office"
| [ ] think hard about, mull over,
muse over, ponder, contemplate,
meditate on,
consider, deliberate on, chew over, wonder about
"she puzzled over the problem"
solve or understand something by thinking hard;
synonyms: work out, understand,
comprehend, sort out, reason out, solve, make sense of,
make head(s) or tail(s) of, unravel, decipher; informal: figure out
"she tried to puzzle out what he meant"
noun: puzzle; plural noun: puzzles
1. [ ], [ ] ( );
a game, toy, or problem designed
to test ingenuity or knowledge;
short for jigsaw puzzle (see jigsaw)
a person or thing that is difficult to understand
or explain; an enigma:
"the meaning of this poem will always be a paradox"
synonyms: enigma, mystery, paradox,
conundrum, poser, riddle, problem, quandary;
"the poem has always been a puzzle"
late 16th century (as a verb): of unknown origin:
synonyms: puzzle, conundrum, brainteaser, problem,
unsolved problem, question, poser, enigma,
quandary; informal: stumper
"an answer to the riddle"
verb/archaic
verb: riddle; 3rd person present: riddles;
past tense: riddled; past participle: riddled;
gerund or present participle: riddling
1. speak in or pose riddles.
"he who knows not how to riddle"
solve or explain (a riddle) to (someone).
"riddle me this then"
Origin
Old English rǣdels, rǣdelse ‘opinion,
conjecture, riddle’; related
to Dutch raadsel,
German Rätsel, to read
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 12:19 AM UTC
Be as a kaleidoscope
and fractalize the mind.
Embrace the dichroic glass,
and break what limits bind.
Smoother than a marble egg,
yet tempered more than brass,
bemuse yourself entirely
with Millefiori glass.
For in its mystic ampule
birefringent voices dance,
and visions come together
should time befit the chance.
No turn, nor shake, nor twist
can break its hallowed grace.
Acknowledge its diversity
and revel in azoth space.
Its symmetry is blithe at times,
yet stunning through and through,
and dashing through its mirrored hall,
the light shall come to you.
There is beauty in a beam of light.
Caress its warmth and hope.
How wondrous still that beauty grows
with a simple kaleidoscope.
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 1:44 AM UTC
I often cry when writing my love poems
*this secret, yet-not-so-secret, for the words become
blurry birthed by the amniotic fluid of encasing tears,
and when I write, wearing my emotions on my sleeves,
for wiping my cheeks, nose leaking, because I write of
sorrow supreme, that has no solution, pain repetition-dulled,
yet, provoking each time for the words bubble up, of-course,
it is love, in its thousands of reincarnations, coming to haunt,
the lost, the unfound, thinking of
my parents,
my children,
my lovers,
come, gone and
those who stay…*
I bemuse myself thinking, each tear a lost poem, removed
by sleeve or tissue, wiped away, lost, irretrievable forever…
but these yellowed memories forever and ever refreshed
by sea spray and wind, my face absorbs their unique nutrients,
and love and pain rebirthed as if it was the happenstance of
today, and the poem water tank just goes on and on being refilled…*
Jun 25, 2023
Jun 25, 2023 at 11:14 AM UTC
Why do lovers chant - forever,
don't they realize passions fade,
that arteries so surely sever
when gifts of ****** hearts are made
and dullness claims the escapade
and eyes begin the soft peruse...
So much goes into getting laid.
Why let romantic fluff abuse...
For dogs, a sniff and stuff suffice.
Black widows, yeah, we're all aware.
And rabbits have it worked out nice;
while porcupines must pork with care...
Why make a song of an affair
with final notes struck to bemuse,
your genitalia set to snare...
Why let romantic fluff abuse...
Why let romantic fluff abuse...
I'm not attacking marriage, no!
So much is gained when two minds choose
to plant that seed, so much can grow,
so much to share and learn and know,
that strengthens our society,
like those basics of propriety
that vilify variety.
I'm not attacking marriage, no!
No better view than from this web;
so, let those dogs put on their show.
A bunny's stamina must ebb.
A rabbit's lusting thirst must ebb!
Oh god, I'd risk a scrotal quill
for a chance to climb different hill
and dance until I've had my fill.
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 12:17 AM UTC
Awake! With morning darkness burst
Cracking rich eye crusting sleep
Ignore the strident bell of life
Outward cold warm snuggle deep
Ward against the nagging throng..
Heavy somnus dragging down
Yet buried in the fogged dark mind
Stirs nagging tendril hazy thought
Waste not the day the moment bright
Life much holds more than lazy sleep
So lift mind's eye to misty height
Great life romance spread out before
Adventure waits rich quandary cries
Mountain steep ascend short breath
Summit reach proclaim rapport
Plunging deep crash water roar
Piton ***** stretch rope zing out
Axe bury thud strain upward reach
Snow underfoot sharp crunch give soft
Peace vista birdsong rise aloft
What journey waits?
What dreams?
What Fates?
Agonise decision ........ wait!
Heavy lids snap open gate
Hah! Exclaim loudly joyous shout
Burst upwards throw aside life's wrap
Brush away veil laden doubt
Cast aside all thought save one ....
Awake the dawn of comrades share
Banish prison walls of toil
Embrace the spice rich life before
Lost freedom of existence glory
Live the life few dare to hold
Climb cragged rock - Trek lands far flung
Forge white streaked waters sheen
Cross the desert dry and bright
Brave wilderness dark verdant green
Stand wind whipped face brave peak stand out
We know what it’s all about
So-Facilitate deep need within
Live the life all seek few dare
Complete existence venture far
We pass this way but once - bemuse
Grasp this opportunity or lose
Oct 16, 2010
Oct 16, 2010 at 1:01 PM UTC
Huffah! Rise up!
Today a new day
So glamorous
So grand and gay
That each passing of tree frogs shall
Slither
Spoil and spit
My naked toes never touch ground
Or do they?
My flitting flee turns heads around
Upside-down
I bemuse continually
Continue to follow through
Weightless in flight
In plight
Black-tailed hawks soar shrivingly with might
I gather and twirl and spill
Arms afloat and fingers outstretched
I greet the world
Hello!
Lovely lures linger in my spine
Ascend to my neck only to
Explode with confetti out of my ramby ringing ears
Explode with laughter!
Such yippity yap cannot view
Such vague heights
They don't catch me
I spill thrice with slender legs ahooved
We all come crashing down
I give a smile
Take a frown
Such grace and beauty
An epiphany to some
An engagement to all
Bliss meets ground in the fall
It rains colors
Tickling tiny eyelashes
Clickety-click I blink!
Oh woe! How my soreness traps all reds!
Shades of yellow
Shades of gold orange brown
Teet and totter
Only to divide and conquer
My fellow
Autumn leaves as Autumn comes
For I make no rule away
Grass grasps and clings
Leaves no trace but in my hair
How it curls and shines with flings!
I lick the sweetness of blue
Gumdrops begone I beg of you
Clamber to my lips
I kiss the sweetness in pips
Of more than two
Jun 27, 2010
Jun 27, 2010 at 7:21 PM UTC
I sigh in measured time,
bemuse myself with rhyme.
Of pains I make a parlor play;
with words I while an hour away.
Leave me to my cliches.
They comfort me these days.
To shocking shards and blocks of rage,
I yield the balance of my page.
Nov 24, 2010
Nov 24, 2010 at 7:42 PM UTC
my brain and my mind
bemuse my soul of its hole
make me look and it took
every chance of significance
do I ask or do I mask
to decide the inside?
flavor or fervor
compare or contrast
order or ardor
the first or the last
wrong or strong
right or tight
completed or depleted
the night or the light
listen or christen
painting or fainting
sarcasm or ******
feeling or failing
hang or bang
sore or soar
blade or aid
less or more
to slice or to rise
to pry or to fly
to live or to leave
to die or to try
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 2:41 AM UTC
What, indeed, is an enigma?
Shrouded in mystery, to bemuse ya!
A mystery wrapped in enigma,
A paradox with no stigma,
Expand into our phenomena,
A mystery wrapped in enigma........
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 2:05 PM UTC
To: The fierce hollow spinal cord.
From: Your screaming fractured bones.
Dear unkempt boy,
You’ve thrown your back out of place;
arms extended and neck inclined.
It seemed so innocent to me,
but you cracked and crossed your fingers in precise time.
The bones fold under you,
and still I carry your dwindling body back.
The accident you knew all so well collapsed when you gathered each vertebrae in pride.
Collect and reveal your ignorant ways.
Refuse.
Excuse.
Bemuse. I am finally jaded.
Just,
Your twisting structure.
Dec 29, 2010
Dec 29, 2010 at 8:11 AM UTC
He wonders in an ascending thunder.
He roams in an aspiring trail,
which excites without fail.
He please's like a contagious disease.
Do you love me, do you hate me?
The little boy used to ask.
A smile in his eyes,
used to confuse
and bemuse.
Some it would anger,
and to some,
it would intrigue.
But,
he knew,
it was only a smile.
Mischief was his game,
adventure his name.
Love in his heart,
to the end from the start.
Till death to him part.
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 6:49 AM UTC
And they all will live on,
beyond always,
beyond forever afters;
the ones who dared bemuse
a poet.
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 5:33 AM UTC
"The Queen's upside down"
you bemuse
I smirk at at eye-less face
hung up, lips to the sky, hung
from a picture frame on your bedroom wall
Why do they all have multicoloured hair?
I don't.
Mine's red.
Fiery, jealous, and fairly insecure.
Friday morning blues
How is it possible to feel sad
on the happiest day of the week?
Saturday morning is where I want to be though
grimey and exhausted in your bed.
I sit outside because the empty skies make me closer to you
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 9:50 PM UTC
it took me so long
to find out what is wrong
is it me or these sad songs
that keeps me from being strong
and i realize it's always been because of you—
you're still the missing piece i need all along
Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 10:11 AM UTC
they call you sunshine —
your smile fascinates the clouds,
your eyes bemuse the skies,
your soul radiates joy.
they call you sol —
some are afraid of your scathing warmth
but you’re still a timeless beauty
every single time you fall.
Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 9:14 AM UTC
Moonlight shines through the cracks of my heart,
Casting a smokescreen onto you, Pluto.
A mirage of being broken has transformed into my freedom...
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 4:29 PM UTC
The beast has returned
With a taste for blood like no other
My soul has succumbed to the devils liquor
And it tastes good
No inhibitions left for the trail behind
As my voice fans the fire of a fool and his gold
The weak shall not worry and the strong bemuse at my
Sadness and sorrow
With my head bowed I walk away
Broken yet again from the nectars wish
In my search for the freedom these chains do desire
Yet still I thirst
Yet still I want
I cannot hide from these wishes that crave my desire for freedom
Oh freedom
Sweet sweet freedom
How I crave thee
Leave me alone so I may live my life in a peace like all others
The beast has returned
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 12:29 AM UTC
and sometimes magic, a scene from the book
of genesis, chapter verse whatever,
buying whiskey and beer in a supermarket,
the cashier, Tara, knows me,
she's my gym coach,
she tut tut struts and tuts when i buy
beer telling me to keep the beer off -
i told you alcoholics are mobile,
we go sightseeing most of the time,
on a double decker bus we bemuse and
lipread: and here's the Elizabeth tower (formerly
known as Benjamin "big **** Disraeli -
the English by the French after the 100
year war: if they're not retards, they're perverts) -
**** that shit's brushed off on me! am i a **********
if i hold dear a British passport? phew! no? yes? huh?!
i must be a Mr. Khan in waiting...
no, but seriously, a scene in the cave of an iceman,
5 lasses buying wine lonely,
me my beer my whiskey,
i get a lemon added / **** i told you it was a lime not
a lemon on the conveyor belt -
i get a lime, lucky Adam got an apple
and one asking, i'm doing double-up fevers waiting
for Saturday night with Paris, Hilda, Venus and Hera..
Adam gets an apple from smooch slick Eva
naked and i get a ******* lime on a conveyor-belt
in a supermarket while buying whiskey...
Jonah! call the whale! i'm sure we'll both
be calling it Noah's ark when tomorrow comes;
**** you not, we'll be boarding dry-land at
Arsuk - **** send a message to Columbus -
we discovered North America via Greenland
like you discovered the same via the Caribbean Islands,
ha ha! call it dynamo of Erik versus Kristopheren;
i just got a lime on a conveyor belt in a supermarket,
Adam was handed an apple in Eden -
i guess that's worth a 50 50 chance of coincidence
with my sex-starved libido and the English "roses":
not that i'm guarantying anything good either,
it's not like i'm a vacuum cleaner based guarantee -
but **** me, the ****** **** wrinkles and all,
bamboozle clad the salutary march for applause -
and the fainting bearskin trumpet-brigadier at
the ro- -yal parade onto Buckingham Ponce;
n'ah n'ah n'ah n'ah n'ah.
Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 6:44 PM UTC
*it would be easiest to switch the lights off
and bemuse whether there's a light-bulb
in the room.*
but of course psychoanalysis originated
in the upper tiers of society,
where people found dreams unappealing
unless interpreted by third party
associates of psychiatry and put into nice
and neat boxes of theory...
of such people we know as perhaps neither
butchers or surgeons, who's only
obstructions in life were but dreams,
and dreams in themselves also obstructive
because of lack of coherency and soluble
meaning, perhaps even not sexually potent
enough; only now the backlash of
digging into the unconscious greedily like
dwarfs mining for precious jewels,
to have merely woken a flip side of all
that theorising that came from the 19th century,
you hear so much of the balrog that slay durin vi,
this bane of durin: oh it walks among us,
it does indeed - with a cartesian duality whip
of medicinal splinters etched into an almost
dark ages account of knowledge: to have us
treat mentality and physicality of a negation
of ease as equally paired to be chiral -
indeed politicians speak of mental health and
physical ailments as distinct - but gentler
the thought pressing down on the cranium
than an elephant in stilettos likewise - but why
so? for all this previous theorising ambitions
in a safe environment of natural hallucinogenic
encounters of sleep - safe there the egoistic scalpel
of this branch of medicine of a straitjacket -
safe there indeed, and perhaps even more with
a placebo effect acceptable; but by god!
this scalpel wants to censor thinking, even
thought that extend into our ontological bereavement
of being but mortal - even if suicide is a problem,
the more methodological such thinking becomes
the more ineffective it becomes, and for some
strange reason, thoughts of suicide (when trained)
have this strange way of prolonging mortality,
the carpe diem of reasoning, after all, all things
possess the concern for two things that interchange,
and in that interchange the + can become a -,
or as i say... take to committing yourself to
a gruesome end... hara-kiri (seppuku), and you won't.
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 9:02 AM UTC
High up, far away, a hint of what could be,
You are sought –
Come fly away with me.
The gloom of passion, I am smitten.
I seek light in the darkest of places.
The world is flat, as is my thoughts of it.
I bemuse even myself sometimes.
My growth, not always positive
in its negative aspects.
Life of the sequestered –
that shall surely not be me.
Dec 2, 2011
Dec 2, 2011 at 7:08 AM UTC
Sometimes,
I bemuse how long it takes myself to exhale your name
out in cigarette smoke.
Your name is like a secret that I will not
force through my vocal cords.
I will not say it any other time.
Merely,
for the fact that your name
is just as toxic as chemicals that I cradle in my lungs.
I silently let go of your name, and a simple little memory of you
each time I let the smoke escape from my chest,
and over my lips as I breathe out.
Sometimes,
I do not know if it is the smoke
or the hot air that I let out,
to be me letting go of your name.
For,
I fear that the longer it takes me to release the smoke,
is of how much I really miss saying your name out loud.
I am confused on whether
it is the length me slowly letting go of your name,
or if it is just the warm carbon dioxide of my breath.
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 11:19 PM UTC
At 3 am I sit on my couch
Placing my head between my knees and slouch,
Waiting for my phone to reach 100
But thousands of memories are reverting in my head.
I think, ponder and contemplate
Couldn't get any answers straight.
All the bemuse have covered me up,
So full that I feel now it's enough.
I asked myself a simple question
Am i doing something wrong?
My brain says you are very right
But my heart says you're on the wrong side.
I move forward to the window
And waiting for the sun to show.
But thoughts do not leave me alone
Made me feel like I'm just a drone
Doing nothing but just mating is not for me,
I'm to collect nectar even while I'm in a spree.
Then I woke up from everything,
I have confused myself in just a blink.
All I think about is past and future but not the present
I stop and say I'll live and cherish every moment.
By J Mathew
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 9:23 AM UTC
you continue to confuse & bemuse me
god little girl tease & please me
hair raven black
pouring over me when I lay
beneath you
rocking swelling rising rebelling
your hand holds my eyes closed
& you silently whisper
the secrets etched into your bones
skeletal hyroglyphics
you let me borrow your skin
feel the muscles under
read the scared scrolls
& reveal transmitter pathways
behind soul windows
you give me every piece of you
& to me you're just a piece to be used.
Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 2:45 PM UTC
You look upon the world
As a ship with no captain
Seeking to guide humanity
Through the storms
Oh my darling
may I sit against your heart
So its vibrations can rock my limbs
until the dawn breaks
You bemuse me
As a man full of life
Laden with curiosities
Yet unhappy within this world
Leave those my darling
Allow the stars to fall for you
Let them stun you as they strike your skin
And inspire passion from the lights in your veins
May you never be numb
As your travels will bring warmth
To the places within you
That will never see any light
May your soul blaze through
So you can feel alive
May you never feel secure
As I push you off from the shore
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 4:50 PM UTC