Best I.Q. Poems
I could care less about the four
corners of insults,
That intelligence invites;
It is always the first straw of
grass that’s grows,
which reveals the popular outcast;
As a youth, I found my image cut down
into this manufactured silhouette.
Drenched in social rain, my peers
had never found me more alienated,
Then when I spoke fluently of diverse
topics;
They did everything in their power to provide
a verbal umbrella,
However, the texture remains weak and
defeated.
This stormy parade that remains’ dripping is
indeed an afterthought,
For within this cranial mansion resides
additional rooms,
For the more abstract and surreal
elements of life;
It is that secluded gland which reveals
the renaissance of men, who wear
infinite Fedoras.
Now wearing the shoes of a young
man,
A taste of charisma resides in my
veins;
However this slight addiction to external
haze,
Comes in second to my first drug of
choice: Wisdom.
Membership into this fraternity may take a lifetime;
So don’t be surprised when resistance
knocks at your door,
Intimidated by the lion that dwells within
your temple;
Indeed intellect is the misunderstood
fruit,
That blossoms sweeter when accepted.
My Soul IQ, in general, is fine,
but nowhere near as high as that of souls
who live a life as though it is divine -
humanitarians with lofty goals
like Ghandi and the many others who
affect great changes in society.
I think of common folks who also do
uncommon good and who unselfishly
give so much of themselves to those in need,
like those adopting orphans. That’s a lot!
I can’t imagine doing such a deed.
I’m not that generous with time I’ve got.
I’m patient and I’m kind, but next to some,
my Soul IQ is like that of a crumb!
June 22, 2019
For the Soul IQ Poetry Contest of Chantelle Anne Cooke
Since our life is but a grain of sand
Somewhere in the vastness of perpetuity
We may do well to reconsider
In the grandest scheme of things
The most precious skills to own
To be undoubtedly what helps us
Score high in the affairs of the soul
To live in harmony with karmic law
And at peace with the universe
In tune with mystical aura of eternity
As we search for the meaning of life
And spiritual success in afterlife
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on January 13, 2020 for contest FREE VERSE FEVER (AURA) sponsored by LU LOO - RANKED 2ND
From prison he tried to escape
But, had the IQ of a grape
… His rocket (mis-wired)
… Quickly backfired
Now he’s all over the landscape
Low IQ, Dynamite, And Stuff
Doctor says my IQ is lower than a carrot
Obviously I’ll need a second opinion on that
With dynamite found in a back alley
And a pack of matches
We’ll see who is the idiot
I feel smarter by the hour
With the help of North Korea and Iran
I’ll get my hands on uranium
And be the talk of Hollywood
In fact, become, my own nuclear power
With thermonuclear devices
I could become twice as bright
Brighter than the sun
A gun I found in the attic will set things right
I'll visit the doctor again
To see who has the low IQ
With a pistol pointed at their head
Have you ever listened to those people who rant
and think, OMG They have the IQ of a crayon!*
You know you should walk away but you can't,
from listening to the attention seeking sycophant,
when all you really want to do is call him a moron.
*The first 2 lines were on a tee shirt.
When I searched for a picture of a moron, most of those
I found were of Trump. Not wanting to use that face, I
opted not to use another cartoon character. Sad, I know.
You may choose to envision another idiot.
I filled out those IQ tests, ten years apart
Each test I took scored me one point from Mensa
Years of College, I should not have taken art
I put the blame on Top Ramon and pizza
Not the sharpest tool in the shed, by far
Balancing ideas to sway my mind
My solutions might be lacking in part
But the answers I get, settle in time
Our intelligence needs challenge, my friend
A problem solved, we subconsciously wonder
Question a question to question again
Just to come up with more thoughts to ponder
There's three kinds of genius on the beaten track
Those who can really count and then those who just can't
Some are out of their minds, but they will be back
Geniuses are artists with names like Rembrandt
I want to ask a you a question I found
What does the Statue of Liberty stand for?
The answer is simple, she can't sit down
Intelligence detests this subtle humor
So the next time you have lost your pen
Don't think of yourself as an idiot
This happens to many of wise men
They have gone on to greatness, without it
Intelligence
I'm smarter than the average man
Cause I done took that test
You know, the one that says I'm a genius,
And smarter than all the rest?
Yep, I'm a member of mensa
Mamas Enjoy Nourishing Son's Apptitude
I knew you wouldn't know what it meant
It's okay to show me a little gratitude
I think I must be pretty darn smart
Mama says I scored a perfect ten
Those testers couldn't believe their eyes
And they made me take it again
And now I go to a special school
And I ride a special bus
It's much shorter for the geniuses
Cause there's not many of us
Now don't nobody get jealous
Cause of my perfect ten I.Q.
Someday after I learn how
I'll teach you to tie your shoe
I think about technology..
How advanced it's become.
Has it made us any smarter?
Or has it really made us dumb?
We hold in our hands..
A small mobile device.
It's become our daily lifeline..
But think about the price..?
We've paid with our intellect..
No longer having to think.
We ask Siri and ask Google..
In time our brain will shrink.
We no longer have recall..
Or make decisions alone.
Constantly looking at that screen..
Being controlled by a mobile phone.
Prodigious talent...
Plus work ethic...Don't forget
--Not judging others
The higher your IQ,
the less your friends like you.
Volodymyr Knyr
2014
IQ45 aka POTUS
Pretends to be Guru of Lotus
But groping around
The ladies soon found
The Jester of rude Hocus Pocus
If you don't know what an IQ test is,
Don't worry in vain - everything will be fine,
Take it easy, no point to grind teeth,
You practically passed it, no reason to whine.
It is a click of inspiration
The moral standard of idea
It comes to my head I write
I push the pen - the ink blots
I see imagery with written word
You study the main plots
Deciphering reality in the mind
Picturesque beauty I find
Embedded in the aura - Right!?
My word you say its absurd
Within the IQ - I see just a few
Blots in your head too with word
What do I see? You- What do you wonder about me?
Do I have any kind of clue?
My poetics are read. Your mind is fed
I oppose the reality with positive view
For some reason it made you tone with blues
I recollect the terms if you wish
A poem is studied by brain
Then why if then did wish come true
The thoughts impaired by translation
Each plot a motivation within
If the rain then poured in your mind
The dreary dark clouds inside
Still positive thoughts made you blue
I ponder thinking I still oppose
Each poem I think instead
Should smell like a beauteous rose..
Question:
If listeners are always hearers
and hearers become true thinkers
and thinkers can't help but be feelers
and feelers are compelled to be doers...
Answer:
Than true listeners, are true doers.