Confounded, to an empty space
I send my question mark
The voiceless echo blurs my face
I send again, when sky gets dark
Who’s me? another chimney mouse
Most decent of all mice
I wouldn’t take your time for hours
With me it would be nice
To talk about our everydays
How well it goes, what’s wrong
And what seems right, in other case
We wouldn’t talk for long
I know so well, that you have changed
But there’s no way I could
Foresee how life is turning strange
The whole new attitude
Annihilates the time, that passed
The words, that has been said
Maintains the distance, that is vast
And silence you have sent.
Do not mix up evil with good
Spread truth is not spread hate
Spread hate is spread hate
Confounded person does mix up
Damn people do it in purpose
Silence can sometimes say more than words.
Like a voice crying out saying "that's for the birds".
In one glimpse of haughty reveals action turned verb.
Without out even squeeking you unveil; could be worse?
Could be lashing and slashing ripped apart with both hands.
Leaving bodies like mountains seething piles of flesh.
And though you thought it not raught it left me bundled in shame.
I know it was candor fessing up to your game.
No excuse for the sadness that was left in your wake.
A timely disaster open hearts, bleeding hate.
Not a feeling I'm fond of not even one bit.
Like rolling rock rivers, canyons erode dissapate.
I became something new something truly regressed.
It's all of your fault caught by surprise must confess.
Makes me sick to my stomach knowing you only lied.
Bringing shame to my standing the proverbial line.
It's sad though you had nothing and I had only to give.
Though my heart sustained damage I somnambulantly live.
Scarred for life by this treachery even talk of a kid.
It all seems so stupid now thinking you were the best.
But now I have nothing I'll leave you to the rest.
I am confounded, confused, truly perplexed
By people who are selfish and mean.
Were they abandoned in bathroom stalls?
Did they have to survive on a cold tile floor?
Was their world so cruel that they think only of themselves?
I am confounded, confused, truly perplexed
By people who are bossy and belligerent.
Do they think this is the way to influence you?
To make you a friend? To straighten you out?
Why is their way the only way?
Were they raised by alcoholics? Not able to change their sad childhoods?
I am confounded, confused, truly perplexed
By people who are perpetually angry and grouchy.
Do they never find their bliss? Do they frighten away their soul mates?
Do they not know that sadness is at the root of their anger?
Why do they not reach out for help? Do they trust no one?
Were they raised in houses where mothers held I-pads instead of them?
I am confounded, confused, truly perplexed by depression,
Anxiety, and grief. These feelings are terrifying for me. I am
An empath, so I have to stay away from these feelings. I hope
You understand. If my empathy perplexes you, I get it.
confounded again
Croesus latitarsus
birch sawfly larvae
Found these Birch sawfly larvae (8th June 2018), on a self-seeded Silver birch sapling growing on the upper bank of my pond. Not sure but I think the bright colours could mean they are unpalatable?
Just one word only,
the world only spoke
One language spoken in
Noah's time journey from
The east descendants
Found that
there're farrer from God
Physically now spiritually so
So in this profound disdant
Let us make brick
Build a city with a tower so high
Then we can again touch and talk to Him
a tower that'll reach heaven
Now nothing is beyond our imagination
With this God punished us...
by confounding our voices
inventing diverse different LANGUAGES
Genesis 11:1-10
1/6/18
by James Edward Lee Sr
Villanelle: Has anyone seen my stray confounded poem
Has anyone seen my stray confounded poem
Two hundred leagues long ten times as much deep
All night I tossed in its wayward waters foam
Three lines I wrought short of just one neurone
Kept me waking drowsing falling back to sleep
Has anyone seen my stray confounded poem
Just three words nagging I could not call back home
Or was it the feminine rhyme I could not keep
All night I tossed in its wayward waters foam
I thought on waking up first lines had round come
I could see naked words before my eyes weep
Has anyone seen my stray confounded poem
Some naughty mermaid lure my lines to embalm
Or did some Rhyme Master frown down from crest steep
All night I tossed in its wayward waters foam
Redress not tresses nor shoals of letters blame
Let them swish and swarm comb hidden beaches sweep
Has anyone seen my stray confounded poem
All night I tossed in its wayward waters foam
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
Trump Confused and Confounded
Trump is confused and confounded;
Into many crimes became compounded;
Constantly confusing;
Eating meals refusing;
Stupidity is in each word he has sounded.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
I hate it that you don't like what I write
You'd think at least one time I'd get it right
I get first place with others, never you
Won't join another one, that's what I will do
Consistently put down, oh what a drain!
I find your selectivity a pain!
Most others think my writes are pretty cool
But when I write for you, I'm just a fool
Well, here's to let you know that I am done
Cause entering your contests sure ain't fun
I squeeze my brain in hopes to win your smile
But I get tossed right out on rubbish pile
I'll gloat and savor every winning place
From one to three are ones that light my face
From 4 on down, you freaking kidding me????
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January 5, 2015
Confounded landing
The more complexity developed within me, was
Not finding solution to get rid of inner tragedy
Still, increment further to it added, blazes in love piece
A torture, torment and scattered feelings
Dismantle of roofs ahead and falling down of pillars
A long sigh in it, impulse to burn into ashes around
Those, grey views of flown hot dust landing into mind
Added, a gear of lamentation producing laming hands
Helpless legs were buried since long known of calamities
Undecided plebiscite was roaring, ego of human beings
In that, my existence was diminishing into zero
The pit of my landing place was developing into marsh
No escape was viewing for winning from confounded landing
Mid night stroke dense dark, coinciding with palpitation shark.
(11/08/2014)
Am lost, petrified, mortified
Just the thought of the future haunts my mind
Knowing that your path’s becoming so obscure
Not a good word about it u can find!
Torn between the lines, and pages
Of this book we call our life’s story
That all this happiness we are told comes with it
Is nothing short of an old memory
That haunted you all your life
That changed the very purpose you held so dear
And from this one verse
All you read was, doubt, confusion… Fear!
“Past actions mold us!”… They said
“God has a purpose for all”, they proclaimed
“There’s always a way”, they whispered
Didn’t take into events that it always rains
And when it does,
Those past actions haunt you
And deep in your mind you get lost
Can’t tell if all this is a lie or the truth
Now am stuck in a corner
And you are left wanting more
But this is all I can share
Until of my own future I am sure!
Understanding that a period of anger and rage need to be had,
to allow her to vent her emotions and then regain her sense of self and
reality.
But is a prolonged period needed?
Is such a permitted tenure being abused?
Not wanting to give in I remain in a sense of unbudging callousness.
Only such a state will empower me agains the abuse of her warranted
anger.
Why can we no longer be amorists?
Why have we been conformed to have no dialogue between us?
No normality of such a relationship has existed for some time.
Not since this relationship has been cultivated, have we experienced
the socially acceptable union...or even that had among our peers and
elders.
Partly due to my lack of experiecne and damaged conscious, many of our
problems can be charged to me.
But why, when something better is desired, is there no coupled effort?
Nothing sought after on her part?
Perplexed, I seek to dig within myself to alter my ways.
But still she does not appreciate any change.
She continues to have her magnifying glass over my head, only examining
my shortcomings.
Perturbed...Confounded I remain.