Best Idiots Poems
An idiot driver cut in front of me on the freeway
Just because they did not get the big picture
I have to slam on my brakes?
Could I let it slide?
Apparently not.
I threw my hands up like “what the heck?”
She gave me the bird.
I gave her one back.
She gave me two birds.
Who was driving there?
I chased her down the freeway,
We are both honking now, acting six-years-old.
She is driving so fast it is utterly ridiculous.
I can barely keep up with her.
Luckily I am driving my husband’s Mercury.
You can go one hundred in it, and it feels like fifty.
I was horrified when we both turned off at the same ramp.
Slunk back a bit when we again headed the same direction.
Was shocked when her turn signal showed me the parking lot I wanted.
We both ended up in front of the same restaurant, and it was not open yet.
“That was FUN!” she shrieked at me.
“Did you know it was ME?” she asked.
I gave her a big hug. My best friend, Susan, had apparently gotten a new car.
“Of course!” I lied.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Idiots like you,
belong in a school'
Don't get upset,
I went there too,
I passed all my classes,
cuz I was smarter than you,
But hey don't you worry'
You wont be one for long'
Just pass all your classes,
Go on what you waiting for,
an invitation?
No I don't think so
go right now.
Mountains of meteorite marching monsters by the moon
Magic mirrors mixed the madness in the middle of monsoons
Malignant minds migrating from the morons called the men
Massive movements of the masses more idiots being mislead
Silhouettes of some Spirits swing so softly in the steam
Sheets of saltwater slip slowly down each side of its own scream
Skies screaming something insane spiraling towards the sheep
Shelters of sunlight shade spiritually slapping you back to sleep
bmdavey@07/14/22
Idiot was the one who stumbled
Idiot was the one who crawled
Idiot was the one who hunted
Idiot was the one who stole
Idiot father,idiot mother idiot daughter idiot son
Idiots gathered around fire hoping for the morning sun
Idiot were we among the trees dancing naked with the breeze
But all regrets alas and wail
Idiots learnt how to sail
Idiots saw, idiots learned
Idiots knew
And wanted too.
And we bred
And we raped
And we breed
And we bleed
There's blood upon the floor
In the cold of night
Ashamed is fire, freezes even the hope of sun
Just the blood and gore of a murdered son
Among the trees
A kill or two
Out of the blue
The idiots knew
Alas, it's true.
Compared to Bungling Idiots
To my poems pretty soon should be immune
And to receive comments I must impugn
Your delightful mind to become more diligent
Trying to find where party platforms went.
What if I put in thumb pulling out a plumb
Could you make a morsel or maybe crumb
For me to try and eat after learning later
Into your camp thought I was an infiltrator.
Trying to keep Hilary hounds at bay again
While cold outside and want to be let in
Changer wanters exist with their dignity
Needing a check which we can call reality.
Two Presidents in White House at same time
Could that be considered a capital crime?
When in past husband he had been there
With Hilary adding more than a fair share.
Why together your teeth continue to grind
When you want to have much peace of mind
And are old resting in your rocking chair
Don's trumpets are creating quite a scare.
James Thomas Horn
Demonstrators in all riots
Aren’t at all full or half idiots:
Any fellow on Rich Diet
Most likely will remain quiet…
Idiots don’t fear Police Canister,
Whose contents are damned sinister.
Cops begin to consult Tear Gas
And vanish would even a lass;
For man fancies not Helpless Tear;
Once its source sights, to The Rear...
With Betrayers they remonstrate,
Against The Bizarre demonstrate:
Idiots don’t know when Auditors
Are Arranged Phony Monitors…
Your So-Called Idiots know the risks
In one playing too long corrupt disks:
Just The Accidental Discharge
That make rioters not in-charge;
Yet, those that voice it keep quiet:
You don’t Idiots meet in Riot.
Do not go gentle into that totalitarian night
They lured you in with the promise of a new day
Rage against their deception, and for freedom's light
From a stagnant pool, you jumped into a river of no return
They said the new would rise, the old could burn
Swim against their current, rage against their tide
Face the mistake you made of choosing the wrong side.
Good men, deceived, crying for a mirage bright
Efforts at social justice inverted their deeds to dark
Still time to review how it happened, but no time to win the fight.
Grave men but old who tried to give blind new sight
They blazed like meteors, but fell short and lost the day
From all directions enemies come, too late to defend what's right
And you my father, there in that sad height
You said death was better than seeing what would come
A cursed sunset, a bitter sinking sun.
Don't look outside, draw the shades, as the noose draws tight
We'll shed tears together before the dying of the light.
The first type are vulgars.
They think they are different from others.
They are pretty disrespectful.
They think not, but their humour is dreadful.
They are narcissist, who are so full of themselves.
They live in a blur of media,ans think they are superior than everybody else.
They badmouth their friends behind their back.
They want to be accepted and that's their lack.
The second type are the purest and most innocent soups on the earth.
First of all, your act is absurd.
What's the point of pretending to be nice?
I bet this masquerade will cost a heavy price.
Do you think sacrificing makes you look cool?
Let me make this clear, you're just a stupid fool.
You think this is how you were born?
Darling, you're completely wrong.
These were the two types of idiots.
They think their reality is too hideous.
Of course it is, but not as their fake personality.
Stop trying to fit in, and don't hide your bad qualities.
IDIOTS
I never claimed any form, so
Don't lie and say
I ever did...
Or make believe
To stated genius, either
So help me God
7-21-07
stealing space,
the only thing that disappears when new ideas are born.
we are clothed in past experiences, divining directions
from someone else’s shadow. We clap applause for airs
that carry each of us to cause, support us in our stirrings;
give us strings to act as wings, wipe memories away
at the end of every day. We pray, We play, We say
we are awake from all our dreams; or so it seems.
gather together each of who you think you are
and join to yourself an idea that will someday not exist.
a stirring you cannot resist; A stick without a switch,
eternal scratch without so much an itch. To write or not.
Into the eve, leads demonstration
an angry mob seeking salvation
all the lost, surrender hate in
while the young still hope to make it
There you go, one so unnoticed
another voice that portrays its hopeless
as Wallstreet now, goes occupied
the hard and cold has no softer side
the big and dumb do as their told
when asking questions is the way of old
I must be schooled in the lost arts
back when the beginning was just the start
now its the ending, that grows more far
as the cancer spreads and the fire chars
What makes you feel entitled, brother?
tired of helping one another?
you wish to sit and collect a check
then bash the banker who worked for it
Occupy some sense, and fast
or you will be crossing the distance last
while I will be sitting, and collecting whats mine
well deserved I'm sure, in life-time
of never taking what I didn't earn
I see your stupid, refuse to learn
from the mistakes you make accepted
think of who your ignorance in haste affected
leave alone my friends, who found their niche
which may be on Wallstreet, but gold earned
paved it.
I promise I can
I can make you rich, give me fifty quid
I can help you sleep, just turn on my vid
I can change your sex life, NOT LIKE THAT!
I can make your teeth straight and delouse your cat
I can help you grow as a person, and a boss
I can make so carefree, you’ll never give a toss
I can make you happy, and live a contented life
I can help (you know what) to satisfy your wife
I can explain the power of attraction, and use the universe
I can help you live forever, you’ll never need a hearse
I can help you slim, you’ll be skinny as a rake
I can help your lips look bigger, but you’ll never look fake
I can give a business plan, where your company will explode
I can take you to the next level, help you cross that road
I can build your website, with a lovely landing page
I can rip you off, by promising your will never age
Idiots run the country for what we all believe
and take our votes for worship at what they can conceive
To make their money for it as we would help dereive
and pay our misery forward as we can all perceive
("The Nature of Light", 2018, original encaustic)
Beautiful People
The world is full of beautiful people
With beautiful ideas
Of saving the world
Making a difference
Righting all wrongs
By just telling others what they think
And what they should think.
The world is full of skin deep beauty
Hiding the ugly truth
Of such useful idiocy.
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***** Factory
There was once a boy and girl who were having it off together. They ended up together, sort of. They had real names but also nicknames. They were called Slaaag and False Daddy. Both worked in a factory that made condoms and sex toys. The ***** Factory that produced quality long lasting high satisfaction sex aids and toys. The ***** range was vast and varied.