Best Blunder Poems
Frowning, I read the words of a sanctimonious poem.
one t'would be praised and lauded by sinful, Jeroboam.
Its lines were written by one who is ignorant and daft
to think at mankind's flaws, almighty God would laugh.
Scorn Satan if insisting on talking about liars and fools.
Their weaknesses exploited. They're the devil's tools,
but don't point a finger at God, thinking He's amused.
It's terribly irreverent to Him when He's falsely accused.
To think God would chuckle or express an ounce of mirth
over the grievous wrongs taking place today on Earth,
makes one look quite foolish, and I'll say, "Shame on you!"
The hand that scribbled such words is guilty of a snafu.
Have you no respect for our Father, the God of love?
Piety seems to be a quality this poet has fallen short of.
Read scripture for a better understanding of theology
and think about saying a prayer, offering God an apology.
Categories:
blunder, god,
Form:
Rhyme
Putin said he wouldn't invade, but then he's known for his lies
So when he sent in his murdering scum, it came as no surprise
It will go down in the annals of history, as Putin's great blunder
And if anything it's united Ukraine, and not tore it asunder.
American President Joe Biden has now found a way
To make that despicable war criminal, Vlad Putin pay
To Ukraine he's sending lethal predator, and reaper drones
That will help to build stocks of dog food, of Russian bones.
Russian soldiers are not human from what we have seen
You've read and seen the evidence, so you know what I mean
They're gutless and have yellow streaks all down their backs
And scurry down to the sewers when Ukraine counter attacks.
Russians fire from a distance and let their lethal missiles fly
At hospitals, nurseries and any innocent civilians passing by
They only kill unarmed men, women and children, who pose no threat
But Russia, the civilised world is watching and we will not forget.
Red flags are what the Russians are using, to justify a crime
But the world is not stupid and it can see through the grime
A Russian town on the border was shelled so they could blame Ukraine
Then used it as an excuse to inflict, more misery and pain.
Every Despot who commits war crimes will always pay the price
Putin the war dog will be put down, Ukraine will not think twice
He'll have to surround himself with thugs and be lucky every day
But an avenger will only have to strike lucky once, to make Putin pay.
No tears were shed when he lost his flagship, in the black sea
It is one lethal weapon less to use, against that war torn country
The west thought sanctions alone would bring this war to an end
But it hasn't really worked, so more arms the west must send.
The battle for the Eastern Donbas region is well underway
And for those brave Ukrainian defenders, we must all pray
They're fighting to defend their freedom and sovereignty
But only military aid from the West will ensure their victory.
The horrific scenes we've seen on the news of towns reduced to rubble
Are because Putin knows he's not winning and that he's in trouble
At his forthcoming military parade, he's hoping to announce a victory
But if he was an honest man he'd tell his country, that he's failed miserably.
Written on 20th April 2022
Categories:
blunder, america, death, war,
Form:
Rhyme
I love my Mother.She is very gentle hearted.
She helps me learn fine manners.
She makes me active,encourages me;
She is there by my side always.
SHE IS "THE BEST"
Let me further describe a 'Woman'
It makes me wonder
This is about the gender
Let the heavens thunder
May be it's not a blunder
Her smiles are warm
There is no harm
It's only her charm
She is a Woman !!
I pray for this precious soul that
God has gifted us, and that's a 'WOMAN'
My sweet 'MOTHER'.
~DEEPA~
Placed as Honorable Mention
In BRIAN'S CHOICE 7,any form,any theme
poetry Contest
Categories:
blunder, mother, woman,
Form:
Rhyme
Reject this authoratarian plan..
Its plastic poison.' Make a stand.'
Write, sign, email.' Steel your wills.'
Speak the truth, the only answer to
Such intended I'lls.'
Categories:
blunder, anxiety, freedom,
Form:
Rhyme
A shrouded moon hides my nightmares
not really of my own making,
but they persist to cling to me,
the memories a mirage lost like flotsam
bobbing and tossing in mid-sea.
His Pan-like charm lured me like a siren
giving me a peek of sun into my dark caves
His wit would put a smile into a stone idol
and I was sucked headlong into his world
only to find it a well of black
a vacuum quieter than silent
the silence vanishing backwards.
My world is now painted in shades of grey
a whirl of taunting, aching images.
I am rolling a boulder endlessly uphill,
reaching a mental precipice where I dangle
dangerously on a broken bridge.
The past has bestowed on me the gift of loneliness,
happiness irretrievably lost - was it all a gothic blunder?
Categories:
blunder, dark, gothic,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
When Bobby was just nine years old,
folks loved his winning ways.
He was a little gentleman
deserving of their praise.
His helpful nature and big smile
were natural, they knew.
His family was proud of him.
Life bore a rosy hue.
At school and on the baseball field,
on Boy Scout projects too,
though Bobby was a shining star,
his ego never grew.
Then Bobby changed dramatically
when he became a teen.
Out came a taunting arrogance
no one had ever seen.
The center of attention still--
at his insistence then--
he bragged on his accomplishments,
how great he'd always been.
He ridiculed some other teens,
"The losers," in his words,
"the clumsy oafs who stink at sports,
the dummies, and the nerds."
He soon was sharing center stage
with others who, like him,
enjoyed attention--good or bad--
and acting out on whim.
Then one day his comeuppance came
when his school's team had won
the championship and he was high
on praise and having fun.
He took the credit--no surprise!
But soon the tongues would wag.
He meant to say, "No brag; just fact!"
He said, "No fact; just brag"!
The "oafs" and "nerds" laughed in his face.
The "dummies" yelled, "That's right!"
His dumbstruck fans just stared at him,
now a pathetic sight!
*******************
May centers of attention learn
that positive is best--
which honest, humble people earn,
eschewing all the rest.
July 6, 2017
Categories:
blunder, pride,
Form:
Rhyme
We are about to take a journey thru random thoughts that cannot hide;
As long as I have known you I write you letters in my mind;
To tell you how I feel, to tell you whats inside;
I never cease to wonder how little that you know;
You bungle trip and blunder and make up your own show;
You seek and justify to me those things you keep inside;
But all in all you see I take it all in stride;
Not trying to deceive by hiding whats in me;
All the words I wrote to you still linger in my brain;
Wondering if you'd read them or hear them just the same;
Promises you've broken so many and so vast;
I wish I was 6 foot 7 and I'd just kick your **ass**!!!!!!
Categories:
blunder, allusion, care, confusion, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
Man rules the earth, but watch his ways,
For they are quite insane.
The greed that’s rooted in his core
Drives him always to gain.
He just can’t accept give-and-take
For he has one-track brain.
He blunder forth and not realise
He's speeding to his own demise.
He thinks he’ll keep one step ahead,
As disease spreads worldwide.
He's confident he’ll always win,
And life is one free ride.
He's in a race and very soon,
He'll hit the Great Divide.
He blunder forth and not realise
He's speeding to his own demise.
Before too late, perhaps he should
Look closely at his game,
To see where his ways taking him
And accept he's to blame
But still his greed grows more and more
And yet he feel no shame.
He blunder forth and not realise
He's speeding to his own demise.
Categories:
blunder, destiny, earth, environment,
Form:
Ballad
Rumours and gossip cause us to wonder
about the threat of a great big blunder,
appearing to threaten you and me
and it is as strange as strange can be.
A Blunder is so tall and hairy,
more than that, he is rather scary
often heralding some disaster,
in which line he is the Master.
A great Big Blunder is the friend
of politicians to the end.
In public life, Big Blunders seem
empowered to achieve their dream
and mark the candidate for fun.
So after all is said and done
pomposity will be defused
leaving the voters most amused.
So watch for Blunders every day
and praise their antics while you may,
for they won't be here for long I suspect
because they're Politically Incorrect!
Categories:
blunder, humorous, political,
Form:
Rhyme
Aunt Bertha’s been drinking with Mable
Ten Guinness cans litter their table
They’re ‘nissed as a pewt’
This fact they dispute
But cannot stand up, they’re unable!
Old Mable can’t rise from her seat
She’s cussing (words I daren’t repeat)
Then she yells, “Get help quick
Cos I’m feeling quite sick"
Which angers the barman named Pete!
Two students help Mable to stand
She blurts, “Getting drunk wasn’t planned”
As they guide Mable out
She hears the barman shout
“NEXT ST PATRICK’S DAY YOU ARE BANNED!”
Categories:
blunder, celebration, drink, humorous, ireland,
Form:
Limerick
My husband had purchased fresh flowers
They sweltered in his car for eight hours
Twelve roses of red
Were nearly all dead
His Valentine’s Day gaffe truly sours
Categories:
blunder, flower, humorous, valentines day,
Form:
Limerick
Terror of Blunder
Deep inside the ocean’s heart
A man in black holding a bat
Brain ruled by resentment
Hypothalamus painted with black
Trepidation took over my body
As he moves towards me slowly
Evil sneer I can still see clearly
Despite his Prada’s large hoody
Palpebral met bulbar rapidly
Then tears sprints continually
My voice box abandoned me
My bones enervated suddenly
I hear no footstep or any noise
The place is hushed and so I peeked
Nightmare met me, he is too near
He raised the bat then jeered
Meters to inch within a second
From my frontal, blood drifted
I feel the pain; ‘think it is my end
I waited but why can’t I be dead
The bat fiercely moves up and down
Repeatedly reached my skin and bones
I felt indignant I do not deserve one
I just finished the job started by some
I am terrified and so I hastily awoke
I wobbled, I cried; I am terribly stuck
Euthanasia, I should not have done it
Every minute you’re piercing my heart
Categories:
blunder, sorrow, sorry,
Form:
Free verse
Going against his own promises, Donald Trump's administration deported the first DREAMer we know of—someone with the legal right to live, work, and study in the United States under the Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals (DACA) program. His name is Juan Manuel Montes.1
Will you join me by signing and sharing my petition demanding that Secretary of Homeland Security John Kelly take immediate action to return 23 year-old Juan to his family? Click here to sign the petition now.
Return Juan Manuel Montes to his home and family immediately.
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On February 17, Juan Manuel was walking to a taxi stand in his hometown in California when he was approached by border officials who asked for his papers. Though Juan Manuel was legally authorized to live and work in America through the DACA program, he was deported to Mexico just hours later.2
This is a direct consequence of Trump's mass deportation agenda and an unaccountable agency. Juan Manuel, who suffered a traumatic brain injury as a child and has a cognitive disability, must be reunited with his family in California as soon as possible.
Another Trump blunder
Categories:
blunder, allegory, analogy,
Form:
In war there are no winners
just victims and sinners,
A few good soldiers with big hearts
who work tirelessly to do their parts,
Every day is a struggle to deal with
the enemy crossing lines,
One swift action of vindication,
begets another from the foes
vying for anhiliation,
The death of Osama has evoked
retaliation, taking down seals
in bouts of vexations,
The blunder of the Taliban is
transparent and shrewd,
There will never be peace if
terrorists continue to fuel the fires
of inflamed hearts,
They will keep provoking until they
unleash uncontainable wrath.......
Categories:
blunder, introspection, life, loss,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
It all begins with a notion
That transforms into erosion
Then follows with some confusion
I don't want your temptation
You were never my creation
Accomplice of my suffocation
Throughout my nightmares i have dreamt
I won't have a final attempt
Evading your divulged contempt
Searching for a simple target
I am unwilling to forget
Attracting me like a magnet
It's not easy to stop pretending
Hard to protect what your defending
To be forever condescending
I am not the one to complain
Furious eyes full of disdain
You're impossible to sustain
You were never close to being right
Second chances slowly dim the light
You are nothing but an oversight
Categories:
blunder, angst,
Form:
Rhyme