Best Imbecilic Poems
Vivid flashbacks from bloodshed battles
his soul still ravaged by devious dictators,
cries from fallen comrades still echo in his mind,
but he continues to walk upon a path of pandemonium.
Reluctantly he ventures forward with
vengeance portrayed through embers
engulfed within his frenzied eyes -
reflecting his mother's irreversible tears.
He is no mercenary nor a moneymaker,
just a repentant drifter, preparing for bedlam.
His purpose in sight, he closes his eyes,
but struggles to erase his thoughts,
as the sins of his ancestry inflict his mind.
Angels attempt to light his path with harmonic chords,
but demons cause havoc strumming broken strings.
Entering the kingdom of dry fountains,
where God has no influence,
he is afraid to inhale its corrupt pollutant air.
Charcoal clouds rumble,
before horizons shed unwelcome tears.
Before him platinum priests preach,
as court jesters dance with sly grins,
hiding metaphorical daggers behind their backs.
To his right overfull hospitals have no beds,
as penniless patients plead to be cured.
To his left the self proclaimed vain king
sits on his cardboard throne,
throwing dollars into a blazing fire place.
To his side his tyrannical hypocritical queen
hides behind her simulated smile,
oblivious to her narcissistic prince's incest desires
towards her clueless imbecilic princess.
It's an endless loop of greed cultivating corrupt seed,
which continues to breed nefarious creed.
Miserable masses attempt to break free,
but their liberation is dissected by cretinous henchmen.
In the marketplace of Machiavellian thieves,
merchant pawns auction fragmented dreams.
Sold to the biggest idiot!
His eyes full of disbelief, now rage with anarchy!
Intoxicated knights raise their half empty glasses,
as he calmly walks into this man made sand castle.
Gifts the cunning conniving cook some cyanide,
which he empties into his delectable broth.
Both watch as the elevated ones savour it like dogs,
perishing dramatically to their deserved downfall.
Beyond his childhood playground,
now with rusty swings and slides,
he places a crimson rose upon his mother's grave,
kissing her untouched headstone.
Expressionless he walks into the distance,
as storms wash away weak foundations.
Silent One
25 July 2018
Categories:
imbecilic, analogy, metaphor, political,
Form:
Ballad
Tongue Study
Tongues
Steady it wags
needing to know
more, about the
the very thing that
causes wars.
peace and pain.
I study my tongue.
Much has been said
about the tongue yet
how has it pertained
to my own.
My tongue has delivered
and served, it has given
and taken, it has blessed,
it has cursed.
It has been bitten,
and it has been written,
the tongue can be tied, twisted
curt, sweet, sharp, wagging or
bragging.
It may be your
native tongue
or foreign, it may be
exciting or boring.
If quiet is your tongue
"the cat may have it".
If you use your
tongue to speak ill
of the dead, you may,
challenge a force and
be cursing your life's course.
The tongue's confession's
may sweep out
dirty secrets from the
corners of your mind.
Wise words have fallen on death
ears, words smothered by pride.
truth escaped lying eyes.
Ignoring what you saw and
twisting what was heard.
Tongues may bond
with imbeciles or angels
forming positive
or negative energy.
Be careful, mind your tongue
it is closest to your own ears
and will affect you first, rather
before the others hear.
Be not at the mercy of
an imbecilic tongue
read their eyes
and duck the darts
about to be thrown.
Do not despise the
a foreign tongue
for it is the aptitude
of the brain, the tunnel
to his bilingual, do not
expect the champions,
to cater to the dunce,
or those who can barely
master his own tongue.
In general, I have concluded
whether you live by the sword or
stand on principals, I had to
learn to manage my tongue
as I would a loaded gun.
I will not justify my tongue
when I use its power for the wrong
and neither hold my piece,
to placate the sword of the unjust.
The real power is in
the righteousness
of the speaking tongue.
For those who live by
the sharp and swarded tongue
and wield words as death
blows to the innocent,
or those who are silent,
while others suffer.
May also die
by the mighty tongue,
or by the holding of it.!
Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2014
Categories:
imbecilic, analogy, introspection, judgement,
Form:
Ballad
Give a man a sea-kitten,
And you feed him for a day.
Teach a man how to sea-kitten,
And PETA will make him pay.
I guess there isn’t much to say,
We’re gonna eat them either way,
Because the message here being conveyed
Does not have to do with fish per se.
Instead we feel the need to build
A foundation where we can rest our guilt.
Or where we can sway, or push, or tilt
The basis of sanity. And watch it wilt.
Humans are actually land-dodos.
A tree is also a green-giraffe.
But no name we will ever sow
Will ever cease to make me laugh.
I mean, how bored do you have to be
In a world with war and disease uprising
To stop what you’re doing and decide: “Here see,
Fish are in trouble. Start compromising.”?
Man is the measure of these extents.
The apex of idiocy slips his mind,
And thus he chooses to invent
Another means to thwart mankind.
We’re defending the rights of things we need.
Things we need for survival, like skin.
And in our greed we fail to read
The paradox lying herein and within.
Among all the things that humans bleed for,
Nothing more imbecilic has ever been,
Than renaming the fish of which we feed
Into something like sea-kitten.
“And then Jesus blessed the sea-kittens,
He broke the bread and divided it amongst 5000 people.”
Categories:
imbecilic, funny, nature, seafish,
Form:
Rhyme
I put aside my heart where love betrays the nestled night,
And egotistical echoes fall short in their submissive stagger…
Sanctioned solitudes fill the antagonizing abrasive air,
As my eyes stare through the never-ending vapourific voids.
The essence of the love I held extinguishes upon existence,
Like a severed statuesque Idol I only feel the empty now…
My tangled tears run dry for I cannot wilfully weep,
Only the lachrymose rain supports me with solace.
Now stands before you the rigamortis ruins left to rot,
No sounds I hear, only entombments of a chambered heart…
No words I speak, enslaved by illusionary imbecilic love,
I am lost in the wandering wilderness of non-existence.
Aug.31.2019
Silence Poetry
Sponsored by: Silent One
Music...Butterfly Waltz
Music that will make you cry...
Piano & Cello duets...2013
With a female virtual voice
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
Categories:
imbecilic, sad love, silence, solitude,
Form:
Free verse
Got to hold it together, try to keep my cool,
Even when dealing, with imbecilic fools,
Should know better, but they freak me out,
When in the wrong, they just scream and shout,
My problem is, I won’t back down,
Especially if right, and dealing with clowns,
Should I be the one, to hold my tongue,
Guess it all stems, from when I was young,
Always had to, stand up for myself,
Show any weakness, get beaten up, no help,
That’s my dilemma, remains with me today,
I’m wiser now, still can’t turn the other way,
Hold your ground, never let bullies off, scot-free,
Face them down, no good cowards, you’ll see,
Only seek easy targets, to punch below the belt,
Fight back hard you Lion, watch their bravado melt.
By
David Kavanagh
Categories:
imbecilic, abuse, allegory, bullying,
Form:
Couplet
Alexander buffalo can’t dance even for grass.
His imbecilic jitterbug keeps leaving many nimble organists perplexed
Quickstepping really scares the unprepared viewer
While Xander yells, ‘Zumba!’
Categories:
imbecilic, dance,
Form:
ABC
Billions of galaxies,
Plenty of planets,
Moons and suns,
Unfathomable stars,
Bountiful black holes,
Drastic darkness,
Yet on this esoteric earth
My minute head is
Filled with frivolous
And quizzical questions,
“What should I have for dinner?”
“Am I going to be a winner?”
Funny how we take everything
For granted guilelessly,
The thing we call life,
Feels like a distraction sometimes,
Birthdays, weddings, anniversaries, funerals,
Imbecilic circle,
Just like a circus,
Fathers on hamster wheels,
Mothers on tea cup rides,
Children on roller coasters,
Is life a distraction from life?
Free will is another topic
Of a mystery map to
Deeply dive in and discover
That all that matters is
The clouds in your coffee,
The sun in your pancakes,
And the moon in your pain au chocolat.
Categories:
imbecilic, deep, earth, extended metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
Simply
unidentifiably
Perplexing.
Exemplifying
rather
crazy,
absurd,
Linguistics.
It's
fantastic
rhythm
allowing
grandiose
Ictus
lends
imbecilic
speach.
Truly
idioclly
contrived.
Experiencing
xanaphobia
paralizingly
incapacitates
any
linguist
in
defining
obligatory
comprehension.
It
obviously
undermines
spell check!
July16, 2014
Contest: Acrostic #2
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer
Categories:
imbecilic, silly,
Form:
Acrostic
Back on the river, forward into the howl of the unknown,
for three days Sergeant Floyd has been crippled by excruciating pain in his abdomen,
as the only man here trained in internal medical matters it is incumbent on me to treat him,
Doctor Rush's "Thunderbolt" pills are failing to alleviate the malady
and the ground Peruvian bark hardly sedates Flyod, his agony is bleeding into the eyes,
for 48 hours the rains have been rampant making the river sizzle in cool agitation
the mosquitos are swarming like whispers in a brothel
they are the devil's needles, we resort to spreading lard on ourselves as a repellent,
ironically, despite the downpours the wind is high at our backs
so the sails are up and we are moving swift as a curse off a witch's lips,
Sergeant Pryor woke on the boat this morning with news of death
his voice didn't wait for breath, the steps of his boots broke open my irritation
after informing me that Charles had recently died,
I believe he expired from a ruptured appendix which we had no remedy for,
he had the soul of a lion, Godspeed to him,
while I slept my spittle smeared the ink in my journal
forming a pictorial omen of a tombstone on the page,
the only question is whom be it for,
Clark has identified a suitable burial place for Flyod on a large hill,
no one speaks, its just the slurp of the paddled water
and a handful of gold finch birds that seem determined to skip on the wind
reminding us that there is always a place for a soul to go,
coming up on the riverbend we are accosted by an armada of geese
so plenty that the trees wish they had that number in leaves,
my Lord, the ruckus these creatures are generating in honking indignance
as they lift into flight is nerve pinching,
its like an army of imbecilic people shouting in panic all at once
yet these geese are noble in their beauty and militant nature
and I see this moment as a sign that no Indians will interdict our passage,
J.A.B.
Categories:
imbecilic, adventure,
Form:
Epic
I danced a dance, not danced before,
the masses beamed in admiration.
Flames of passion slid along the dance floor,
as my body floated like a possessed butterfly.
But the gingerbread people, old, fat and fickle,
pointed fingers asking for me to dance no more!
Their envious eyes burned with jealousy,
as they were incapable of coping with my fire.
Afraid I would pour hot water on them,
they began to shun me against the masses.
The ignorant followed suit, but the dancers knew better.
Hypocritical gingerbread people then began to dance,
their moves had no co-ordination, no rhythm,
it was sadly a pathetic display of imbecilic prancing!
The masses laughed and mocked, poor hypocrites,
crumbling gingerbread', crumbled into pieces,
their taste so sour, crowds puked with antipathy!
Hypocrites still try to dance today,
guess practice makes perfect - right?
I continue to dance my dance,
in a rainbow of styles, bringing delight.
When you are born to dance,
the heart will make those feet move!!
Categories:
imbecilic, allusion, analogy, anti bullying,
Form:
Ballad
Patriotic Americans are disgusted with Trump news every morn,
all shaking their heads in disbelief at the prick who is a thorn.
With such an arrogant mien, his character is one of a pooh bah.
Always thinking he's above the law, as if he's king or maharaja.
Ridiculous is the new mantra that might be his campaign slogan.
It's just asinine and imbecilic. That's the opinion of Jenna Logan.
It sounds just like baby gibberish when he cries out, "MAGAGA!"
With Putin and Kim Jong Un as friends, who's next, the Hezbollah?
Melania read her script then returned to the annals of obscurity,
saying her hubby will lead America "by love, peace and security."
Lying words, she was commanded to read raised a few eyebrows.
I wonder what price she'd pay if to his agenda she'd not espouse.
It was reported that she swore and cursed using the "F" word
when asked about Christmas decorations, and was overheard
saying she didn't care at all about Christmas, and she was tired
of having to do things in the White House that were required.
One reporter said Trump's MAGAGA sounds like baby babble.
It'll become the new battle cry of his crowd, the motley rabble.
Their banner should be emblazoned with a snotty nosed child
throwing a tantrum, out of control and his anger running wild.
I know this post will not be met with agreement by some of you.
That's perfectly ok because you have the right to an opinion, too.
You can bash Joe Biden when on words and steps he may stumble
but as America's President, I fear Trump will once again fumble.
Can anyone be so blind not to see, by taking an honest reflection,
that he directed a mob to commit treason and an insurrection?
What hold does this immoral sleaze have over far too many?
With eyes open to reality, you'd see his dysfunctions are plenty.
I've never been a Democrat, nor a believer in the Republican ilk,
but I think Trump is a miscreant who'll keep taking all he can milk
from a country deserving to be held in high esteem and dignity.
But four more years of DJT will end in chaos from his malignity.
Categories:
imbecilic, political,
Form:
Rhyme
Time – a prison
I see my Daughter’s life, spent in a time capsule,
locked in this prison, a prisoner of her own devices,
waiting for the phone to ring, to bring her to life,
to open the cage door, behind which she keeps herself,
hidden, setting her free for a moment, to run,
with living time, instead of locked up in it,
letting it be her guide, carrying her along.
The moment of life passes, time once again stands still,
as she reincarcerates herself, relegated to that void,
that pain filled space of motionless, lifeless time,
dead time created by, imprisoned by her belief
- in this conman, a man steeped in ********, in lies,
this imbecilic child in a man’s shell -
that it’s love coming from this controlling child / man
fated by, fuelled by the emotions of a child, my Child.
Oh !!!, to turn back the clock, if but I could,
teach my Daughters, they need not, should
not follow, blindly, the footsteps of us who would
send them on a journey towards self-destruction,
we, who guided them along without instruction,
we who failed them miserably!!!
That we, be their mother and me.
B. J. “A ” 2
May 5th 2002
Categories:
imbecilic, daughter,
Form:
Free verse
Drained and dried by life then left to die
She lived to love; but oft was left to cry
Counseled to carry on she continues
Shriveling as to She'ol her heart schuss
Holding on to hopes a hazard in her eyes
Immature and imbecilic it implies
Weary from wishing an end to her woe
she shelters her shredded spirit in shadow
Without febrility from festering passions to foil
unavowed feelings wilt under burnt umber soil
As expectation of love's exalted expressions fades
desires deaden; in desperation she no longer wades
03/25/2018
Categories:
imbecilic, growth, identity, moving on,
Form:
Alliteration
The warning on a thermometer states
'do not use orally after using rectally'
listen, i'm not saying people are stupid,
but let them shove it and sort itself out
better said, 'do not stick where the
sun don't shine', you imbecilic ****'!
Categories:
imbecilic, confusion, humor,
Form:
Sometimes I feel as if I am treated with morganatic comtempt...
As if I am totally imbecilic
But oh how I smile when from behind I give the sign that's diabolic
(Just felt like being devilish.)
Categories:
imbecilic, funny
Form:
Rhyme