Best Foolishness Poems
It is good to be a fool once in a while,
What an extraordinary feeling to be a fool!
To know nothing,
To know everything,
Yet not convincing your heart—The most brilliant buffoon,
Letting your heart float like a boat
Without an anchor
In the middle of a lake illuminated by the half moon that looks like a piece fallen from something ethereal,
Vision yourself in that boat, dear reader,
Doing nothing but just letting that moon’s love
Lurk on your lips
While you yearn earnestly
With your eyes closed like the petals of a timid lotus,
I encourage you to be a fool with me.
The river of reverie might reduce the roughness of abrasive reality of existence,
The vastness,
The long blank whiteness of life—
The 20s, 30s, 40s, 50s, 60s, 70s, 80s, 90s
Of age are indeed agitating,
Colorless at times,
There are rainbows too,
But mostly it's white, serene and quite like a pearl or a marble.
Some people ensnare their hearts,
They think heart is some petty prisoner,
But when the boon of life comes to an end
The truth hits them in the chest
And the chains ensnaring the heart
Come gushing down with a roar like a waterfall,
Sudden and loud.
Chained hearts often become hoarse hazards,
Chained and always chasing,
But chasing what
You never know.
Heart is a bird,
A brave one
Like all birds,
But let me remind you something, dear reader,
Do you ever notice the birds looking at the sky and singing soft melodies,
The melodies they don't sing when they are soaring high in the sky?
Birds need a bower too to rest and rejuvenate,
They don't have to adorn an armour on their chiselled chest all the time,
It's just not natural,
It doesn't seem right,
So take my hand and come be a fool with me
Or just be a bird and fly freely.
Your soul is nesting your heart,
Let down the gloomy guard,
Nurture the nest
And give it a rest.
Age 51 is often when one’s unable,
To buy the status quo, it’s old and needs mending.
New sports car, how youthful! Refuting the label,
Of premature old age, gray hair pending.
Girl friends need to be added to the stable,
Young women, their company lending,
Immortal aura when sharing their bar table.
What invokes “against aloneness”, or “befriending”?
You’ll find a word “antimonos” in Greek fable.
The element Antimony, #51, is alloy tending,
By emulating its properties, “Romeo” is enabled.
By experimenting with the valence one’s sending,
Reactions occur, some of which may be stable,
But it’s hard to tell if another is bonding or pretending,
Especially, to induce attraction, one increases spending.
Remember to study and use the Periodic Table,
It prolongs youth, the illusion of vitality never ending.
© Chaim Wilson
There was a man from Nilkhet,
He used to put his money into his pocket.
While he was working at his store,
He heard someone nocked on his door,
He didn't know how did he pick pocket!
There are times,when I can get too serious,
unrelenting,I suppose is my characteristic fashion.
but,venting in such a manner,is better than becoming furious,
especially when there's nothing but, jukin'n jivin,duckin'n dashin',
all for the sake of,"the gimmegoogoos",goggling,
drooling'n strolling for their next bamboozling...
Supposing that we all have our own version of importance,
we'll continue this dance of guffaws,along with the present tense...
Fool, you borrowed time from fate
Obeisance was wrong indeed
Objected nothing and moved on
Lotus was your favorite fruit
Irrationality was a kind of madness
Sarah warned, " Be careful, son! "
Harry, your pal, spoke like her
None seemed unreachable or vain
Enthralled by many false visions
Surges of panic and anger abounded
Sultry thoughts brought death
Ah, had I been much wiser
and taken mom more seriously,
I wouldn't have called her a miserable whiner!
I shiver remembering my behavior so bizarre and childish,
and quite often I got punished
for hanging out with kids who were too fresh.
Mother screamed as a maddened woman saying,
"Get back in here and finish your homework! "
I did not listen and ran out not to keep them waiting.
My grades got worse, and mom's face was got bitter,
I tried to tell her how sorry I was,
but words got stuck in my throat and I reached for air.
All privileges were taken away from me,
every effort to mend my mistakes was unsuccessful...
I was only given warnings up to three.
My wistfulness to please mom was denied,
she stopped wishing me goodnight,
I saw in me that unruly child who constantly lied.
The intention of that pursued wish always remained:
to hug her and ask for forgiveness,
and would I have been given another chance instead?
And that happened on Christmas Eve while unwrapping my undeserved gifts,
I stood up and embraced her with all my strength...
as the conscience's voice returned, " Doesn't foolishness cause regrets? "
(to be read out loud)
I'll eat the nibble naggle nooky nickel
nipple nappy mum mum mum
I'll chew your gooble gobble giggle gaggle
gimpy grampa's gum gum gum.
I'll call the wimpy wappy wiggle waggle
wacky wobble wum wum wum
I'll drink the wiggin' wimple whoopy whacker
wookie worker's rum rum rum.
Woo wow wee wah
Geegaw mee mah
Hee haw hoo har hey hey hey.
Mao moo mud muck
Wigwam poobah
Mad mook mick mack yay yay yay.
I'll have a murky muddle maple maggot
monkey marbles chum chum chum
I raised a ticky tacky tinky tonka
tailor's tiny thumb thumb thumb.
I'm really punky pickled pooka puckers
pitter patter dumb dumb dumb
I hear my diggle daggle doggy dingle
diddle daddled hum hum hum.
Selfies
Loony's got a blister on her chin.
Poor Looney! May the world weep with her.
She's torn by trouble; she just can't win;
God Bless her soul.
Loony's got a blister on her chin,
Where the dimple used to be.
But Loony's still got her share of men;
She's pretty as a peach.
She's tall and fair haired like an Englishman.
Folks like her, they say she's a real card.
But Loony's got a blister on her chin,
And her complexion's marred.
God help Loony, for she's the one in need,
No longer perfect like she could have been.
Poor Looney is not so fair of late.
Because she's got a blister on her chin.
Before I became a worrier, a rebel, a Spartacus:
I remember listening to an orator on a city bus:
he criticized and enraged some arrogant characters;
he shouted harsh words to the deceiving charlatans,
exposing themselves as hallowed saints in a niche,
when they should have been thrown into a ditch!
Before I attempted to please others,
I realized how naive I was to offer praises:
I had one God to serve, not several gods
who took the appearance of pure divinity;
they had a shining halo over their heads...
ensuing much fear, accusing me of inequity!
Before I had a childish and overt personality,
I trusted anyone and laughed with anybody...
until their derision filled me up with anger;
I broke my connection, realizing it wasn't fair!
Before I diverged from the wrong and dangerous path,
I didn't recognize my naiveness, neither I felt bad vibes;
I helplessly fell into a deep ravine full of vicious vipers:
what spared me death was the laughter of Lady Macbeth!
He wasn't such a bright kid,
big ideas filled his head...
my advice was always useless,
see him now in his madness!
He thought he was a genius,
flashing hundred dollars bills as fools,
and spending money on silly things,
he didn't appreciate their worthiness.
And worst of all, he quit his job as salesperson
and baby-sits his baby all day to prove his fatherly affection;
his fiance works nights to bring home the bread:
is this teen a responsible young man or a knucklehead?
An attractive young lady shouldn't be allowed
to work in places where temptations abound,
or where danger lurks behind the stools of a bar
as drunken customers can lure anyone and drive far.
Does anyone, sane as me, see this teen's foolishness;
and what your advice would be in a matter such as this?
Am I judging him wrong? Should I look away and approve
his naive thinking by helping him increase his criminal groove?
Written for Natalie:) The Rouge Rhymer's contest,
" Genius or Criminal "
every year these streets get hotter and more cats burn
in and out of the beast belly taking turns
too many stories on lost potential
all they know is iced grill, steel,and street credentials
I not a hypocrite I'm well aware of what I did
walking that fine line between a man and a kid
I stayed drunk on the regular day in and day out
back when Private Stock use to make the 64 oz
I was clueless my ruthlessness getting me by
only plan for the day was get highs and survive
I was so young and restless
reminiscence on my first stick, first time I took some bodies necklace
Klaus is a ravening louse
WHO is his edict-ing house
Where he whips errant fantasy out
There he acts world bell-weather
Strutting and foaming of mouth
His offering Though's really small
A magnifier; here is the call.'
The maiden did shout
What's the slug all about?
So he slid through a crack in the wall
A rose is flower
No matter the shade
Be it yellow or red, makes it no less
Which shade is superior? None!
An apple is a fruit
No matter the shade-
Be it red, yellow or green makes it no less:
Which shade is superior? None!
There are trees: the oak, the maple, the myrtle, the fir; the sycamore, the pine,
etc.; each coming in different shades and colors and tones at various times-
color makes no difference; their shade changes not the fact that they are all trees-
no more and no less: Which shade is superior? None!
A person is a human: a living, breathing being created in the Image of All Mighty
God;
The skin of which has many shades, colors and tints: light, brown, pale, dark,
black or chocolate. Which shade is superior? None.
No matter the tint or color or shade, each should be acknowledge by their
character's content.
One man is not supreme to another because he is light(white)
Not inferior because he is dark(black) or somewhere in between(all others)
For we've all been created by the "Father of Light;" the Creator who gave us all
human life.
Race is not a matter of skin color! We are all "equal" by blood and by breath!
We are thus all the same needing "true" love for happiness.
So valuing another human being by color is a sign of foolish ignorance that each
of us must abandon; cast aside; stamp out with every ounce of our strength-
So that Earth can be livable: a peaceful, loving habitation where every one is
somebody "special" and "unique" for its what's inside the heart of the mind that
matters and will ultimately determine our true destiny.
So what will it be?
Will we be in bondage or will we be free? And drop this thought of race by skin
color so that all of us(all mankind) can strive to be every thing our Heavenly
Creator meant for us to be.
Jesus death and resurrection, foolishness
To the world that worships self and success
Most would consider it to be a total mess
But to those that believe, it was done to bless
(For the Lack of anything else to call it)
Educated Nonsense
I’d run but I’m so very tired of running.
I'd fall but I'm already on the ground.
I'd like to gain what seems so unattainable;
I'm looking for what already has been found.
I'm an idiot on a box of powder,
That at any given moment may go off.
I'm a cultured pig within a cultured pigpen;
Eating corn from out a cultured trough.
I sing a garbled song of wealth and power.
I recite a tangled verse of greed and pride.
I can stand for anything that can be stood for;
And in every single verse and line I've lied.
I'm a clown making lots of funny faces.
I'm a kid buying masks for Halloween.
I'm a tin man in a silver plated garden;
Hissing curses at everything unclean.
I'm a fat-cat getting rich at penny-ante.
I'm a women's libber screaming to be free.
I'm every tin and plastic silly person;
In this world, nation and society.