Best Gullible Poems
A handsome man beautiful woman
Admired and loved; their outer shell,
Pretty face like sweet fauna
Can be root bound within
A labyrinth of
Irrational
Behaviour,
Evil
Mind
To
Hide a
Gross intent,
Poems disguised
That speak about love
When ink turns radical
Perceiving of lonely hearts,
A dark moon upon the rising
A song a rhyme sent on an ill wind.
© Harry J Horsman 2020
Gullible sheep that flocked to the polls
Were wooed by promises of lofty goals
Hope they are happy
With leaders so sappy
Pray next election attracts saner souls
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Fourth Place Win In Carolyn Devonshire's "Follower or Leader" Contest - June 2010
Eureka, a thought, a pause, a word unwritten, floats above him
A sign to this gullible soul, a warning, depression may soon strike
The poet smiles inside, no buffoonery here, his fingers tensed, ready
Brain alert, hands freed to strike the keys, to make language appear
He is not just a putter down of words, he lives inside an extraordinary world
Empathy, his spectacular gift, phrases shared to bare the wounds and pleasures of Mankind
Ubiquitous, should be the poet's middle name, his verse is truth, found everywhere
In mountain village, towering cityscape or humble home, the poet's lines are read and spoken
In them, his expression of love, of life, of folly is understood, passed from one to the other
Groups will gather to discuss, to share his thoughts, his written word
Black letters placed on paper, his inner songs spread to open ears and willing hearts
Imagination fired in others by the fingers of a solitary person, depression defeated again today
Admitted Poetry Soup 5/18 poem submitted 5/31/18
Dumb and Dumber and Gullible
Easy to spot
old men in Red hats
MAGA meanies
cranky and angry
that the world has matured
and they sit in their rot
lie and lie and smear the truth
very sore losers and so uncouth
feed them falsehoods
they drink it like beer
show them an immigrant
see them shiver in fear
Now Canada and Australia
not perfect for sure
just more common sense
than unschooled hatred
simply very immature
they voted for a better choice
the haters will deny
the majority should have the bigger voice
I'm scared to sleep I so I keep on popping yoppies.
Always hiding my addiction from my colleagues.
They keep asking will I quit? I say probably.
But truth is man I wish somebody’d stop me.
I guess it’s all these issues that I’m going through.
Can’t work on me but I can make a better you.
I try to stop depression got me gum shoe.
Keep on getting fooled by these demons I’m so gullible.
Wake up marijuana for my breakfast.
Wash it down with some Dusse I’m so reckless.
That’s when I take some yoppas for my dessert.
Ease those pain signals from going to my brain.
And I can’t go and complain to relieve this pressure up in my veins.
Don’t know if I’m sleeping or I’m woke I’m insane.
I wish there was a way I could change my mind-frame.
Anxiety sets in when they mentioning my name.
And I can’t even look at myself in the mirror.
Vision's getting blurry.
Tell me why I can’t see clearer.
These drugs will ease the pain until I meet the true healer.
I'm scared to sleep I so I keep on popping yoppies.
Always hiding my addiction from my colleagues.
They keep asking will I quit? I say probably.
But truth is man I wish somebody’d stop me.
I guess it’s all these issues that I’m going through.
Can’t work on me but I can make a better you.
I try to stop depression got me gum shoe.
Keep on getting fooled by these demons I’m so gullible.
I spend my whole afternoon in fear.
Not knowing if I’ll make another year.
Try to wear a smile just to hide my tears.
Throw another pill inside my clear.
And no you cannot hit my bottle. NO!
You’ll be high like me can’t feel your toes.
And I’m hoping I don’t overdose.
But it’s feeling like I’m coming close.
And I can’t even look at myself in the mirror.
Vision's getting blurry.
Tell me why I can’t see clearer.
These drugs will ease the pain until I meet the true healer.
I'm scared to sleep I so I keep on popping yoppies.
Always hiding my addiction from my colleagues.
They keep asking will I quit? I say probably.
But truth is man I wish somebody’d stop me.
I guess it’s all these issues that I’m going through.
Can’t work on me but I can make a better you.
I try to stop depression got me gum shoe.
Keep on getting fooled by these demons I’m so gullible.
Thrashing fish?
No death wish!
Armor of God
Lightning rod
Reason for joy?
Satan can't destroy!
not entirely your fault
for trying to rule life
all wrong
something you have yet to experience
like the 300 days it would take to make this better
like the whole world showed up for your birthday with a present
watching you open them one by one
fainting from starvation
as you chew your jellybeans
and nibble on your chocolates
not entirely your fault
the demigods you created
surrounded me in a forgotten dream
trying to achieve a selfrighteous death
shape changing the manipulation
of the righteous ways to dispense my anger
shielding god from the meaning of life's rath
not entirely your fault
you being a god in training
everytime you kill me, you are the victom
going for my eye, blinded by an alphabet
good luck getting around on your unicycle
when you dont know how to ride a bike
came to rule me
with a game of blackmail
the truth can set you free
something you have stolen?
the lie that i'm not supposed to be
im not supposed to be the undeniable selfishness of your gullible god
Loyalty brings even the fortified few to falter somnambulantly in succession
As if tranced to commit, their convictions are true yet skewed
The blind emotional outburst of bigotry and cynicism conveyed
Is but a microcosm of what pain these individuals likely feel
Something of an atrocity to be used and told when to kneel
Although the accused has seen duress they gladly contride the thoughts of madness itself
I feel that you deny me reproof yet I will not pity that which cannot choose
As sad as it seems to me I see I've held on to honesty gleaning
Were supposedly a friend you said having talks breaking bread
But now that I see that your truth is my lie I know time will determine the test that was cheated
The sad part I'll say and to my dismay is that there wasn't discussion, just conceded
Hope it's enjoyed, misconception eroded have the seat that keeps you yearning and teeted....
Some Folks Are So Gullible
By Elton Camp
Pity those who believe anything others say
People like that are certain Lincoln was gay
FDR was a sorry presidential ball of slime
Who knew about Pearl Harbor ahead of time
And 9-11 would’ve never happened that way
Except for conspiracy by Bush and the CIA
It was somebody else who John Kennedy shot
And Lee Harvey Oswald it most surely was not
And the moon landings didn’t ever take place
Lies by astronauts and NASA are a disgrace
President Obama in darkest Africa was born
Jesus is coming back 2011 on a May morn
A report that a UFO has crashed on some beach
To accept as fact would be easily in their reach
Any lesson in common sense they can’t learn
So the title of “Lunatic” they have come to earn
If ignorance, you have a total predeliction to bestow,
Send emails with the command, at the end to:
“Please forward to everyone you know!”
1-24-2022
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My friend john is a trusting soul
A trusting soul is he
When I called him gullible
He did not disagree
Then I told him gullible
Was not even a word
It was in fact considered slang
At least that’s what I heard
My friend John did ponder that
And agreed that it was not
My friend John is a gullible soul
More gullible than I thought!
They become...
Ubiquitous in society, gullible slaves with no empathy
Until the man with depression seeds something quite extraordinary
At mental-illness-hall-of-dance spectacular.
Public performance was buffoonery...
He screamed love, stated peace and cried eureka.
Hence one smiled, another embraced their lover,
Simultaneous nodding, quiet giggle, a boisterous laugh, a little kiss,
Timing, noting, recording.
They found their place, all of them
Whilst cultivating others until something happens and
They become...
01/06/18
Joined Poetry Soup~ 30/04/18
'My Dog Jake'
A watch on each wrist
wearing a hat that has early stitched on it
The metaphor of late in his back pocket
Carrying a black file with a smiley face sticker centered on the top
Wearing a red Olympic Jersey with the five colorful rings
and playing with a YoYo that goes up and down
But no one notices me
Poetry on file
In the forensic pavilion institute of the mentally ill
one about a mayor a lawyer and a bride
another titled One
one I titled poisoning the well
one written called man of such skill
another called empathetic to the addict
and last but not least the dissapearing act
This man i once was now haunts the ghetto i live in like a wizard
But no one notices me
A short sleeved T-shirt that says
"see spot fringe"
and I'm covered in medically induced red rashes
of psoriases?
listening to the right music
I have become a metaphor for a prayer
the spawn of Satan on another web site
But no one notices me
One watch says 6
the left stopped at 9
Hurley my favorite hat
an eight ball on my wallet
and i threw away my coca cola card
But i still have that black file
I'm still here as the Ghetto wizard
Maybe I'll go fly my kite
Maybe I'll go play with my bouncy ball
I already broke my Yoyo
doesn't matter what i do
no one notices me
the gullible are too many, the sane too few ~ what will voters do
barbs being thrown, tit for tat, red states, blue states ~ I've had enough of that
tired of all the political rants ~ they bite each other like red ants
That old gullible Gulliver Gold
Would believe anything he was told
It would turn to champagne
Catching drops in the rain
But all he caught was a nasty cold
Then we told him to try it again
Said this time it would turn into gin
In a steady downpour
His throat got really sore
And grew incredibly pale and thin
When he got well we thought we would say
Fame and fortune was coming his way
They would crown him the King
If he drank gasoline
So now they'll lay him to rest today