bafflement
entirely
shadows
the occasion
circumstance
discerning
ironic
absolute
thought
contrary
unusual
&
unexpected
emulating
a
peverse
insistence
a
paradoxical
idyll
subdued
shady
diffused
&tranquil
retreats
to
seclusion
where
inflamed
visions
surround
expectation
then
succumb
abandoned
Attending school was never an option when the empty drum echoes the song of yearning grains, trekking the lanes with bathroom slippers that awaits a welcoming party in the municipal waste truck while idanuwa na zubar da kwalla.
Bafflement grips me when some sit in their Sunday best with glossy heels kicking a storm for not getting steak when tuwo miyan kuka is served.
Wai mai duniyar nan ke zama ne? The rich are becoming richer and the poor, poorer. Wai fa we can no longer spare a Kobo for the sick and weak when aljuhun mu na zuba. Ni ban ce kudi bata yi ba, wealth is everyone's dream amma sparing little for the needy too is good.
Ebon bafflement descended
from the Sun-bleached sky;
A penumbra of illuminated lies,
this world needs to be reprimanded;
A joyous ballet of obliteration;
Fooled by the doe eyed sweetheart,
they stare into dank rotting art
disguised as impending salvation;
Wearing cheap plastic glasses,
the audience so easily led by a trend;
Commanding naked eyes ideas ascend
delaying the hypnosis of the masses;
Temporarily deprived of the norm,
blindfolds serve as a wake call;
So begins a civilization’s cleanup,
reform is now the one playing hardball;
Magnetic pull of a weary shadow,
that bold charisma brings a brief pause;
Evolution echos a bright ring of applause,
with understated yet monumental flow.
moving
back&forth
we each
must find our way
as bafflement
becomes understanding
then venture
a leap
in times of tension
something
is there
a way to godliness
as we
face to face
come
to Thee
memories
in a sense
of imagery
from
a floating vision
in a search
for meaning
of the fallen
state
a stasis
from salvation
found
measuring meaning
identifying
consequences
breathless
to discuss
&
explain
where selfless
love reigns
affirmed
in a communal walk
What others think of it
It doesn't care at all.
It's not the absence of thoughts
but the presence of mind
It's not the carefree attitude
Regardless, the caring nature
It is not the unconsciousness
but the consciousness
in the inner conscience
It doesn't deal with a materialistic world,
but accentuates the need for
conscience belief
It's not the bafflement of thoughts,
But the concentration on a single notion
It is not about closing off eyes for meditation
But being awakened even when you are low
It's not being unaware of your criticism
But handling critics with a smile
It's just an emotion
that is unintentionally dignified
Because it is true that
Within the chaos, peace is found!!
When I think of it
I actually long for it
But am I the only one longing for it?
No!!
Because for what I long is the world's most desiring thing: Freedom
It's the one for what the battles were fought.
It's the one for what the revolutionaries were born.
But its implications are changed now,
And you know it somehow
Now we have the rights and all
But there's always a bafflement in the inner of me.
Haven't we taken 'Freedom' for granted?
And aren't we forgetting our duties?
Or do we still need some more of it to be the best of all?
These are conflicting convictions but these are mine.
Oh! I too have that 'right to freedom' perception.
Everyone is free to express
in the world to impress
But remember your freedom should ne'er be the chain on anyone!
You simply don't know what a boy will do;
This surely can't be a surprise to you.
Few things, less certain in this world, you know:
Going back and forth, all that to and fro.
You have to admit what I say is true.
It's like they blank their brains each day anew.
All you thought you'd taught them just up and flew.
When you look, you can't find them high or low.
You simply don't know…
What God had in mind, I don't have a clue;
Teaching you patience, probably in view.
Boys just have two speeds: too fast, real slow.
Just when you think you've got it figured, whoa!
It's a bafflement, I am telling you:
You simply don't know!
I asked my grandpa once…what made you fall in love with Grandma…
He smiled, “I love so much about your Grandma…love how much to my life she brings…but I think what made me fall in love with her is how beautifully she sings.
I have to admit at that particular moment Grandpa’s answer came as a surprise to me….for I have heard my Grandma sing…and she often sings off key.
Grandpa must have seen the bewilderment on my face…and my bafflement at his choice…because he smiled and said don’t worry…I’m not talking about her voice.
He continued with another answer that caught me by surprise…
No, he said, I fell in love with the music of her eyes.
Next time you look into her eyes…let it awaken your imaginings….
watch how gracefully her eyes dance and how beautifully they sing.
And even today whenever I think of Grandma….
It is too that memory I cling
Of the first day I really looked into her eyes…
watched them dance
and listened to them sing.
I saw your cowardice hand time and time again
But I studied non-observance in an attempt to mask the pain
Why? Why? This was the preeminent question
Bafflement met by discernment, now overwhelming frustration
Throw and hide, throw and hide, Now, what an insidious plot
To think I'm the ineffectual kind, ooh, I think not
Only when the light is too bright does one need shade
Oh lucky you, you have a pair that's homemade
My silence was sadly mistaken for weakness
What you failed to see or comprehend was quiet strength guided as meekness
A beaming source of light
Walking on purpose and leaving the night
Sweetly into the days, I go
Far, far away from frenemies and foes
Onward to my beautiful, WHY
I'm so excited, I can't tell a lie
But now, I digress from all this child's play
I got big fish to fry, so I'll be on my way
Ironic!
Greta Thunberg
attacked...
mocked by POTUS
Quite baffling he tells...
her to "Chill!"
Huh? Says...
the same man
who blows
a gasket
on twitter
every single day?
Now he bullies a teen?
Sad
Hypocritical
(Yalto)
Date written: 12/12/2019
Note: Greta Thunberg is a 16-year old Swedish environmental activist recently named "Time magazine's 2019 Person of the Year". A title not sitting well with POTUS, so he slams her out of jealousy? It's easy to see my frustration with this write. I find this very unacceptable. Even the most ardent of POTUS supporter that I know didn't like this.
stops&steps
of the mind
fold back
upon itself
extraneous
yet within
reverberations
transcend language
into
apparent contradictory
perspectives
otherness
a narrative
of a process
which
anchors meaning
moving
back&forth
we each
must find our way
as bafflement
becomes understanding
then venture
a leap
in times of tension
something
is there
a way to godliness
as we
face to face
come
to Thee
memories
in a sense
of imagery
from
a floating vision
in a search
for meaning
of the fallen
state
a stasis
from salvation
found
measuring meaning
identifying
consequences
breathless
to discuss
&
explain
where selfless
love reigns
affirmed
in a communal walk
My lie is bigger than yours.
So it is Sunday early afternoon light rain
and I`m not a weather forecaster, and no one pays me
for this observation, perhaps the seagulls do
they are flying low today.
The journalist who bravely fought 15 men, was put him
in a rocket that exploded when high enough, I found
a finger that looked Arabic, but the dog snatched
out of my hands before I could examine it more closely.
The world is so full of lies we grasp at nails
to accept the lie that is implausible yet has a ring
of bafflement enough so it can be business as usual.
in repose
confusion
forgotten
bafflement
begone..
overcome
by the
wheels
of memory,
focused
by a celestial eye:
intricate
lacery
purple
shades
of lovely lights
contrast
then
loiter &
for a while
enthrall..
hypnotic..
...priceless..
...intuitive
T.S.Eliot
Macavity is a mystery cat-he's called the Hidden Paw,
For he's the master criminal who can defy the law.
He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad's despair
For when they reach the scene of crime Macavity's not there.
Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity.
He's broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity.
His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare
And when they reach the scene of crime, Macavity's not there
But I tell you once and once again, Macavity's not there!
E J Clark
He leaves behind no prints of crime - he knows if caught he'll do some time
For the master sleuth is on his tail, if caught he'll be whiskered off to gaol.
The master sleuth Sherlock combs every hair to be seen,
He looks indoors for Macavity's paws for where he might have been
The best detective was quite reflective at having missed this opportune time
The help he had was defective; they missed the clue of the Prince of Crime.
Thus it was the master criminal; whose stealth was quite subliminal....
....Eluded the Yard and I the Bard can testify to the SENSATIONAL!
It takes a long voyage to find the right road
A battle field that everyone has told
Face thy fear though heart may be shatter unto pieces
It might be a facade so hold thy tears with fears
Bravery in you and likeness
Of a warrior named Achilles
Be with a mighty sword as you face thy opponent
Victorious duel without bafflement
Anxiety strikes for illusions of being apart
Afraid to lose you with julienne heart
Love me for real my childhood dream
Even when the scene of sunset meets the horizon with hymn
We are all too fallible
We do commit some tidbits of failures
But for eternity, you will always be my man
And I’ll give you my heart for the best I can
It’s a far smile from those halcyon days
Though we undergo labyrinth in many ways
And at times I become lachrymose and weak
Your tender affection is what my heart seeks
But never be at daggers drawn
Life is definitely accompanied with storm
It’s a promise that I will never lose heart for you
It’s a real love for you my beau
by : JOYZEL MAE P. SOTES
dedicated to : JAKE O. DELA PAZ
July 2, 2014
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