Best Act The Fool Poems
A nosegay is just a bunch of flowers
The 'Gift' is a bunch of special powers
A day is just twenty-four hours
Lemons and limes are a pair of sours
A poem is a group of words that rhyme
(At least they do some of the time)
Larceny is just a petty crime
Dirt is just another name for grime
To come out on top is to be the best
To act the fool is to jape and jest
To badger and annoy is to be a pest
Taking a nap is taking much needed rest
To press lips together is to enjoy a kiss
To yearn for someone is to really miss
Trying to find the meaning in all of this
Is to realise I'm just taking the...... !!!
Imperative of a fallen star.
Discouraged from afar.
A shot goes out from a horizontal space.
One more bullet in the human race.
Cascade of resonance.
Death death dance dance.
As a tributary of a river swells.
From the omega to the frozen fells.
Pedantry to a broken rule.
A selfish way to act the fool.
Randomness is a means to a start.
An earthquake beats unto my heart.
Finally I see the end.
Error repeat delete and send.
Having walked the path for so long,
Trying his best just to belong,
One day he realized every step he took
Moved him further away from himself
Every stride just disappeared,
As soon as it appeared…
‘Cause he was living someone else’s dream
Striving to make them happy,
In the process he became unhappy
He forgot what it meant to smile,
Even if just for a while…
The path he chose didn’t bring him joy
He might have smiled, act the fool
Everyone thought he was so cool,
They didn’t see the tears at night
The confusion he had to fight,
To be the entertainer every minute of everyday
Never showing the man behind the smile
Never showing the mêlée stains...
Sometimes I sit and wonder
What you see in me.
I’m not always the nicest guy around:
Do you just choose not to see?
I don’t always say the right thing:
Put my foot in it often as not.
My big mouth causes me trouble
But it’s the only one I’ve got.
I know I’m not always considerate
Of how you feel and what you say.
How do you put up me like this
Day after day after day?
You know, I break my promises
I sincerely make to you
And often I don’t do what I say
I am going to do.
I’m stupid when you need sensible,
Often late when you want reliable.
I don’t always act my age
Drink too much and act the fool.
I’m untidy, lazy and a slob
I sure don’t pull my weight
I put a lot of pressure on
Your overburdened plate.
On the plus side, though
I know you laugh at me
Even if it’s unintentional
And inappropriately.
I buy you chocolates and flowers
On Valentines and your birthday
At Christmas I buy a present that costs
More than I can afford to pay
I clean up after the dog daily
And empty the cat-litter tray as well
All because you say you cannot stand
The awful, disgusting smell.
I hug you and I tell you
When you look sexy as hell
(To be fair you say the same thing
To me, sometimes, as well)
I know I’m still crazy about you
I tell you frequently
You say that you still feel the same
But do you really like me?
Friends came around
upset and angry
with their children
a child's fist
flew through the wall
It's your fault
the child said
It's your fault
my life is like this
several arguments
go into make one
a child's anger because
of the state
Government rules
stupidity of men
the child was told
you have a right
to the youth allowance
you have a right to money
for him to get the benefit
required his mother
to reduce her share
money used to pay rent
now he wanted to waste on lollies
rules of stupidity
create by men
it's your fault we're like this
the words fall from
the child's mouth
cutting the mother's heart in two
words twisted by the drunken heart
word corrupted by the use of drugs
a mothers heart broken
exposed to the pain
Did she have faults
yes we all have faults
in the past she had
a drinking problem
did she create all the problems
No, children also have brains
they decide if they take drugs
they decide if they become violent
they decide if they're going
to break the law
They decide to avoid school
talk through lessons
decide to cheat
or act the fool
yet sometimes there's a problem
sometimes the eye's can't see the board
sometime the teacher works to fast
and the child can't keep up
sometimes the teacher
also shares the blame
lifes complexity
the challenge is
to unravel the truth
don't look to criticize
or punish
look to build systems
that improve life
people that struggle don't need pain
Nobody wants to hear a boring story.
'specially when voices drone, monotone
like an ancient documentary recording
or there’s so much "peace" and "happiness"
you begin to doubt sincerity
and the lack of any message
results in a lack of any clarity.
Bueller, Bueller... there’s nothing cooler
than watching eyes glaze and seal potentially mutual thoughts
The point of this being, when it came to my story
I always thought it would sound better to be more "lost"
To find the prize from a cereal box
you need to reach the very bottom
And any sense of victory
indicates a struggle once caught in
So is it possible to put one’s head in the sand
and be in the clouds at the same time?
Is it possible to sink just low enough to brush ungodliness, yet set aside
the rest of life as a distant picture of who I could be if I tried?
Potential becoming merely a word wrapped in the minutes slipping by
Folded, braided, knotted, tied
I wanted to die to myself, why did false feeling stay alive?
Personal insight and foresight must be a rarer gift
than I imagined.
It’s true you can’t always say what you’d do
until it’s in the past,
but by then
You start to relate to things you used to hate
so like a sweater with a string
that you can’t stop pulling
it starts to unravel and now an avalanche is rolling
snowballs of thoughts that melt when at a stop
lights flashing but no cops to make you promise dollars or change
I need my future rearranged
So maybe I’ll stay up and write
the best tricks of parodies and lies
And that’s okay, because on a page
manipulation’s in the author’s hands
the pen becomes a tool
and like in Huxley's "Brave New World"
we’re content to act the fool
................
....now could come the ironic moment when
you find yourself waiting for that "exciting" personal story
that I’m not actually going to tell.
Because being a poem, not a book
I can make words flowery enough to have a hook
that’s not necessarily attached to anything at all
because its beauty lies
where the
ambiguity
falls.
With what seems like lightening speed, time flies by,
The world as you knew it is gone, in a flash, in a sigh.
And all you really catch are glimpses of life here and there,
Sometimes the picture is pure delight, others deep despair.
Yet if you slow down and let God have the reins,
Relax and lay back, learn to read His simple signs.
His picture comes into frame, with His help we can see,
Where our future and place in His ministries is to be.
On this Earth with all of His creatures we can act the fool,
This place where human likes to think they can control and rule.
God will lay down His law, with His power, with His utter grace.
To survive, watch for Him to tell us where we belong in His place.
If it is to be a guardian of His garden, His Eden this place called Earth,
We must learn to Love each other, as He has Loved each of us since before our birth.
You shelter me through tempest storms – indeed, you are my friend.
You never try to change my ways, instead you interblend;
I’m free with you and you with me, and neither will offend.
In spite of fashion's etiquette, your care does not depend
on ways I dress (or part my hair) - I’m not a passing trend,
and in my need you comfort me till twists and turns unbend.
We needn’t don thin masks of clay or otherwise pretend,
and when I sometimes act the fool you never condescend
but try instead to steep my views in eyes that comprehend.
At times I dwell within the depths, you smile and I ascend
to levels of tranquillity which others can’t transcend.
You never ask, demand or take, you give and understand,
and when I’m lost, a frantic child, you lead me by the hand
through castle gates in mirrored walls throughout a fairyland
where fears and worries linger less than tracks in drifting sand.
With you my words are ever free, they trickle out unplanned,
and fearful feelings I possess you seize as contraband.
Your laughter flows upon my woes like waves on troubled strand
which leave behind within their wake a calm and peaceful land.
Not everyone is pleased, I’m told, that you and I are friends.
The world outside... they envy us... that you and I are friends.
We dare defy the green-eyed storm... for you and I are friends.
Where the Grass Don't Grow
The historical record bared to see
In worn-torn pages, undecipherable.
And I’m to believe that this sum total
Will explain everything you say to me.
Mixed with phlegm spewed from the esophagus,
Spitting in my face like a rhinoceros,
That means nothing more than that goat in the field,
Whose skull is thicker than the ape’s you entail.
Beat your gums and wave your arms frequent
And act the fool on steroids to impress the simple;
Regurgitating words and acting stupid,
Like an awoken irritant that won’t exit.
Where the grass doesn’t grow, but the “you know” will.
And the rooster struts, and the hens cluck,
And the dogs bark, and the pigs are smart,
And the sun shines on my behind, in kind.
Yesterday when I was young
a life full of delight
we ran and played
in fields and streams
for morning till last light
yesterday when I was young
a life that’s full of wonder
of birds and bees
and apple trees
and even scary thunder
yesterday when I was young
we sometimes went to school
but could not wait
for the final bell
so we could act the fool
yesterday when I was young
the family was quite large
the clothes and toys
had to be shared
or you’d answer to those in charge
yesterday when I was young
we didn’t have much money
but life it seemed much simpler then
and definitely a lot more funny
Form:
Where My Dreams Have Led
By Roy Merritt
My baby ain’t got no teeth
She ain’t got no toes
She ain’t got no mouth nor ears
Nor has she got a nose
She ain’t got no eyes
She ain’t got no arms or legs
She cain’t have no baby
Cos’ she don’t make no eggs
She’s just an image
I made up in my head
She’s just a fantasy
Where my dreams have led
She ain’t got no breasts
Or lips red or pink
Got no hair on her head
She cain’t give me a wink
She ain’t got no tongue
No dimple on cheek or chin
She cain’t hassle me
Ask me where I been
She’s just an image
I made up in my head
She’s just a fantasy
Where my dreams have led
She ain’t got no arch
She ain’t got no brow
She ain’t got no yappin’ dog
No poodle or a chow
She ain’t got no cat
No bird in a cage
I can act the fool around her
I never act my age
She’s just an image
I made up in my head
She’s just a fantasy
Where my dreams have led
She ain’t got no job
She don’t bake no bread
She don’t do any of the things
Not one thing I’ve said
She ain’t got no car
She don’t wear no dress
She don’t judge me at all
When I look a mess
She’s just an image
I made up in my head
She’s just a fantasy
Where my dreams have led
She ain’t got no friends
She ain’t got no mom and dad
She’s willing to listen for hours
To every thing I’ve said
She will hear me out
She’ll don’t mind if I’m late
She’s ready go out anytime
Willin’ to be my date
She’s just an image
I made up in my head
She’s just a fantasy
Where my dreams have led
She got no reason
To ever to nag or whine
She don’t expect me to buy her flowers
When we’re out to dine
She the best of all
I never bought her pearls
She beats most of them
All the other girls
She’s just an image
I made up in my head
She’s just a fantasy
Where my dreams have led
BEING THERE
some folks can be so cool
never,to act the fool,
laid back and taciturn-
this life they do survive,
more torpid than alive!
"Simple Man"
I may never be the guy
that's the twinkle in your eye.
Nor that lucky fellow
that turns your legs to jello.
I won't ever be the chap
that's a feather in your cap.
Nor that good ole' bloke
you want to take home to your folks.
I know I'm not the dude
who can make you act the fool.
Nor that handsome man
that you have in your plans.......
But.....
I will always be the guy
of which you can rely.
That little lucky fellow
you share time with getting mellow.
I will always be the chap
who can handle all your crap
and hopefully that good ole' bloke
you can turn to when you're broke.
Perhaps I am a foolish dude.
I'll admit this may be true.
Just a simple man
that will always be your friend.....
The Applethoughtrotten
Arrogance
More popular than religion
this is arrogance
which is plainly obvious to see
when now most the world thinks better
at least better than that of the
i'm sure you've seen it like i have
whether it be on a drive
or walk through school
it's insanely apparent
how people act the fool
you see them walking
side by side
down any a paved path
instead of simply moving
they stare at you and laugh
you see them in your vehicle
riding on your bumper
beeping like an ass drunk out a bar
"wait i'll just speed ahead and cut you off"
"woah, buddy, it's not my fault you crashed your car"
their eyes, a dead stare,
as though completely unaware
of anything in their way
the conclusion of this poem
one thing i have to say
well, seems to act
a fool these days
is such an easy thing to do
perhaps better professioned as clowns
join a circus so i can laugh at you
Form:
like a quicksand pit
grabbing hold of you
and pulling ever harder
the pendulum of hell
has suddenly swung my way
If poverty were wisdom
I'd be the new Einstein
if bad luck were paid in bucks,
Donald Trump would be a friend of mine
If blindness to things
about me
sharpened up my vision well
I'd have 10/10 vision
and see clear down,
straight down right into hell
but I'm not complaining
cause that would be uncool
and God knows I act the fool
of one thing, and one thing only
of which I have no doubt,
nobody wants to hear
from a pathetic poet
who always wants to pout.