Best Inabilities Poems
The parched sycamore leaf
Walked across the patio
Past the portal of my dwelling
The alder slab was immobilized
By a decorative door stopper
Arranged to let the warm
November day work its way in
I snapped out of the life I was leading
Amongst the absorbing pages
Of a well written book
With my space saved and novel snapped shut
I arose to meet the weary traveler
At the threshold of my hut
There before me was an empty meadow
It's vastness leading to my oppressor's home
I live here
I am my own oppressor
I burden myself with
Great weights of unjustified restraints
I use unused corners
To keep my quiet complaints
I am well aware of my inabilities
To cut myself some slack
I speak poorly of myself
Behind my own back
Never the less I yell
Demanding a presence to be shown
After several minutes filled with
Absolutely nothing at all
A second weary traveler crinkles
As it somersaults by my feet
Tricked by a tumbling leaf
There is no one out here for me to meet
The melted basil plants
Have returned to the ground
From which they have came
Once formidable weeds
Are now all laying lame
Once fruitful tomato vines
Are now blackened with
Nobody but the frost to blame
The land is ripe for winter to claim
There is no one out here
Nobody but my oppressor
Who demands I retreat inside
I revisit the position
I held in my large armed chair
Easily returning to where I left off
With no acknowledgment
To the bookmarks job well done
No appreciation to it's
Silent steadfast work
Trapped through the ages
A life pressed between the pages
It is here I will remain
Free from the steady glare
Of my all consuming oppressor
Free from time restraints
Free from reality
Free from idiosyncrasies
Free from the world
In which my position is unclear
It is here I will remain
Till my eyes fall heavy
The last page is turned
Or I'm disturbed by my next imaginary guest
3/5/18
I was born without a voice to sing, but I sing every chance that I get;
I was born with having two left feet, but I’m out dancing every step;
I was born without an artistic bone, but I love painting portraits of the sunset;
Being born without ability hasn’t stopped me from doing anything, yet.
I was born without athletic form, but, in sports, I love to compete;
I was born without a musical ear, but my guitar makes me complete;
I was born without intelligence, so a few classes I had to repeat;
I was born without a lucky star, but I won’t give up in the face of defeat.
If you only do those things that you do well, you are missing out on so much more;
I won’t be disgraced by coming in last place, was a promise that I once swore;
So, come along and join me now, in something you don’t do so very well;
We’ll have some fun and everyone who doesn’t like it can go to hell!
The feelings aren’t healing,
Discontent continues wheeling,
The outer skin of my patience desires to find its true meaning,
My heart is causing friction,
The inabilities need fixing before time runs out,
The pressures of being the one,
The man,
The one man that can oversee the potential growth
and harvest it seeds,
The one who initiates and provides stability
has an underwhelming handicap.
Can I save myself?
Is the rot going to end up simply killing me?
She isn't real.
Near mere measures of perfection,
Upon the pedestal to be placed.
All faults beyond my exception;
Within consciousness falsities laced.
Wanted to feel,
Mortal intimacies elicited by her proximity,
To finally feel wholeness fulfill.
Cover my existence with normality,
Ultimately gratifying my eternal thrill.
Inability to deal:
Simple presents pose problematic,
Appearances irrational without reason,
Alterations of plans appear automatic.
My heart, ignoring my mind, commits treason.
Heart will seal.
Now my inabilities stretched past feeling.
Outward perceptions beyond dealing.
Consciousness and soul left reeling.
Uncomprehending of the things she's been stealing.
She isn't real.
Lonely as ever, yet alone, he is never.
Spending every waking hour surrounded by superficialism,
Never reaching the true feeling of existentialism,
But always fringing on the edge of self-absortion in the feelings of regret,
Recognizing the emotional imbalance,
Clearly caused by inabilities;
Over-empathetic
Under-motivated
Underappreciated to a point of hopeless painful feelings of invisibility
Meant only to transcend into the inevitable devotion,
An unjust loyalty to an emotional tsunami,
The wave of feelings crashing into a wall of inner-neglection,
Leading to the ultimate display of True Knowledge,
Masked by the veil of lies and dangerous philosophies,
Under which the dark sorrow within lurks,
Waiting for one to stray too close,
Waiting for one like me.
In spite of any deformities or disabilities
I know that the Lord Our God is watching over me
And the more I realize who I was meant to be
The more I try to hide behind my inabilities
You can't tie me down I now comprehend
That God is only looking at the heart that lays within
I no longer fall prey to those false accusations
That I'm only a product of my environmental situation
You can't tie me down for I am not my mother
I'm a child of God like no other
You can't tie me down so don't use my neighbourhood
To define me as someone who is not any good
Now bold enough to tell the world you can't steal my joy
And not allowing the insecure to use words that can destroy
Breaking down cycles of generational guilt and shame
Now free to function in Jesus the Christ name
You can't use an IPhone if you're stuck on a pager mentality
You're a child of the living God so go claim your victory
You can't tie me down for through Christ I've been set free
Like that untamed colt that Jesus rode towards His destiny
Now I comprehend that God has a master plan
And I may be in a hold pattern until He moves His hands
For God has something in store for me and I need to learn to wait
It might be uncomfortable and it might seem too late
But i just can't lose my faith nor do I need to know the reason
That God will move me when it's my season
And if someone is envious of your blessings and status with Christ
Tell them to get over themselves and go get a life
God will untie and unbind you from whatever is holding you down
He will put His plan in action to elevate you to higher ground
So don't worry about the naysayers, the haters and the critics
Keep your eyes on God by walking in the Spirit
You can't tie me down for through Christ I now clearly see
That God has a great plan for my destiny
You can't tie me down
Exploring lovesome impulses of quixotic themes
Promises we exchanged of allures romantic
Enticing maiden passions in realm of fantasies
Strumming heart rhythms’ emboldened music
Embellishing sweet lyrics of enchanted instincts,
Pursuing fervid dreams, longing forever bliss;
But only till you extolled of marriage and family
Seeking permanence from immature feelings
Lacking self-confidence, afraid of uncertainty,
Phobic of commitment, fearful of inabilities;
Youthful, unwitting, timidly choosing to flee,
Abandoning blossoms of life’s budding prairies.
I never wonder what our lives could have been
For you still enchant my unfulfilled memories
Smiling back happily, beaming with your family,
Much alike you envisioned life for you and me
If only I had dared to welcome zealous calling,
Sailing to placid paradise, you once imagined.
But regrets do not dwell on hills of our destinies
For separately we found our voices of harmony
As we stay in touch and revere our blessings
Wishing for each other life’s blooming springs,
Spreading goodwill, lauding wisdom of aging,
Leaving behind fantasies of untrodden themes.
November 9, 2022
Placed 1st: I Chose to Run, but Had I stayed, Things Would
Have Benn Like… Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
remember when recent-psycho-in-the
brief-spotlight, Texas Gov. Ricky Perry,
smiled at the camera in the debate o’
repuglicans & couldn’t remember the
3rd branch of government that he told
the nation watching that he would eliminate
once he became president?
remember that this ******* had nothing to
say but “oops,” after admitting to wanting to
get rid of Education & Commerce---because
he couldn’t think of another valuable thing
to get rid of & Ron Paul sarcastically offered
up, “the EPA?”---
this same man also told the nation that he
had no regrets, that he “never struggled to
sleep at night” with the thought that any of the
over 200 more people executed in his
state (than the others in the US)
had been innocent---
after all, he is a proud representative of the
cowboy state that had to be forced by 2,000
federal troops to finally free their slaves in
1865 & one might not be surprised to find
him wearing a “don’t mess with Texas”
belt buckle, when he parts his suit coat.
a few nights ago, another man,
Mr. Marvin Wilson, age 54, whose IQ of
61 (9 points below Texas’ own cut off of 70
which determines one is mentally retarded) did
not even make a bit of difference to Mr. Perry &
the bloodthirsty behind him, was executed
without forensic proof or eyewitness accounts of
the murder of which he was convicted of in
1992---
Marvin was a grown man who sucked his thumb,
bearing many intellectual inabilities, from “telling
the difference between right and left” to “handling
money,”
still, disregarding Atkins v. Virginia (2002),
in which the Supreme Court posited that people
with mental disabilities rendering them incapable of
understanding their own actions, should not be
executed,
TEXAS DID IT ANYWAY.
one wonders if conclusive DNA evidence was
discovered years from now, exonerating him
from the crime of which he was convicted,
beyond the shadow of a doubt,
would Mr. Ricky & all the repugs still sleep
soundly?---
need we even take a vote?
7 are already dead in 2012 Texas, campers:
3 African-American men,
3 Hispanic men &
one white guy…
AND MORE ARE SCHEDULED
FOR THE REMAINING MONTHS OF
2012,
SO GET YOUR TICKETS NOW!!!
COME ON DOWN TO TEXAS,
BRING YER’ WIFE, BRING YER’
RUGRATS & PULL UP THE BACK OF
A TRUCK.
“gawd” bless this “democratic”
&
“civilized”
country of ours.
I stretch from distant shores to far-off climes,
My bounty you cannot measure in a stretch;
So welcome and walk on my belly as you survey
The gems and mementos you may want to fetch.
I’m the cradle of the scurrying mammal kind,
The source of the pompous modern breath;
I hold the priciest in my colonized bosom –
All the balms you need for life and health.
I’m the mother of six full-grown daughters
But now that they are grown to consenting height,
They mock and laugh at my backward ways,
And the finger that fed them they deride and bite.
I have no use for the gold nuggets you chase
Nor any need for the diamonds you crave,
For I know not how to fashion a plane or a car,
The inabilities that make you think I’m a slave.
Come, trample and plunder your mother’s belly
And kill the spritely womb from which you came,
Because age is about to execute her anyway,
For she’s old and confined and lame.
the game we play of how to escape a concentration camp
music movies and art
there seem to be people tortured in our media
michael jackson...Britney spears...Jay Leno...
nothing since i have been alive has ever topped
what the media has done to mr. bobbit
The man and wife had a fight
his ***** was cut off
you tore apart his life with your investigative reports
the playboy mansion was hired to comfort this victom
and the pretty, mean girls, inticed by the camera man
laughed and laughed at his inabilities
further more, this was viewable and sold to the public
for a profit
No man deserves that
GO APPOLOGISE!
or i'll huff and i'll puff
and what the.. heff?
Their plea was virtually this,
Give us one more chance to live again,
Without frailties and stigmas,
To prove to the world our worth,
To explore this world
Beyond borders of this limitations,
To exhibit our capabilities despite inabilities,
Chance of immune equality,
To produce more Einstein the world never had,
Where we are void of isolation and prejudice,
And we are not forgotten like yesterday's newspaper,
A chance where no wooden structure is needed to support this bony posture,
Where every limb is filled with potency,
A chance we would not be hidden as antiquities,
When our social esteem becomes our self-motivation,
Keeping us at the apex of opportunity,
Oh! Give us this one chance to live again,
The gods must be listening.
We want to be accepted
For who we are,
Not thrown away
Like rubbish.
We don’t want our skills
To go to waste,
We want to show people
What we can do.
Wherever we are,
Whatever we’re doing,
We want to be included,
Not sitting at the side.
What people don’t realise
Is that disabilities
Are not inabilities.
We are fed up with
People like them.
We want acceptance.
We are real people
With feelings too.
07/06/22
My name describes and summarizes me
my essence, vitality, and pressence
it is the model I search for
with stretching arms
and pray in my heart to become
it is a constant reminder of my potentiality
forever linked to my Congo ancestry
spoken indefinately
as a unification of soul
with stories of unity untold
of family suffering and survival
My name signifies their struggle
and is a holistic envisioning
of my grandfather's dreams
Delondi means epitome
not the purity of any particular race,
not the misguided attempts at perfection
that results in saluts and exclamtatory cries
not superiority as one might arrogantly
interpret with no flaws
but a superiority based on
effectiveness and efficiancy
based on acceptance
judgement
and a belief that if knocked down
God can bring us back up again
superiority based on ones best
despite one's limitations
Ngoma means drum
the rythym and sound that
enables us to share our lives experiences
the thoughts, ideas, and messages
inevitably and necessarily implying
a knowledge transfer
from one person to another
knowlege seeking, bonding, enabling
and sharing our inner most feelings
Kintaudi means humble
Humility is acceptance of ones
faiures and inabilities
to be
without the power of the almighty
Tim is a thinker and operates within the logic of his brain
Reasonable thoughts solutions imperative webs rule
and divide analyses paradigms and guidance from hell
He googles and ogles centrifugal dispersion displayed
on the smoke screen of distracting internet searches
A seeker he is however the computer can think but not feel
He had encountered Dialectical Behaviour Therapy
with the message of emotions complementing his
cognitive certainties meant to assemble the wise mind
Zen it must be then but even the information highway
takes him to Zen Mate a platform for hyperspace security
He can’t even delete it once installed hook line and sinker
Zen Zero Engagement with Nonsense obfuscates imminent truth
looms large as he decides to simply be under a luscious fig tree
An orange loin cloth covers his modesty as he attempts humility
Yet meditation still takes him far away from Gautama Siddhartha
to associations of Gauntanamo Bay Cuba and Alejandro Fidel Castro
but what has Tao got to do with it anyway what about Mao Zedong
Tim’s soul drifts away from internal Peace he is not yet cut out
for relaxation and confuses and corrupts to settle in Nirvana
His begging bowl calls for saffron delight without caviar’s caveats
Descartes shouts 'Carpe Diem' Marx wants knowledge with action
Nietzsche implies Zarathustra but golden ‘zarat’ remains fool’s gold
and ‘ushtra’ the camel does not fit through the third inner eye
Why cannot simplicity be more simple when the here and now
drifts away towards where and when as Tim tries to capture
letting go and let God while enlightenment is clothed in darkness
Tim’s Nike trainers suggest he can do it and Greek philosophy
reminds him ‘Hic Rhodos Hic Salta’ to jump here and not anywhere
else but leaps and bounds refuse to reach outcome detachment
One day he dreams that he might reach what is so close but obscured
for now sandalwood fragrances incense his inabilities to achieve
the essential meaning of life without target driven performance
How I see the world from my perspective!
People Or human beings! We are funny creatures? We are made up of a fatty material with a liquid that keeps our moving parts ticking over! We are born with our unique body and we are given our soul and psyche over time! Some of us through circumstances? Sometimes of our own making? sometimes not of our making? We can upgrade our parts and give ourselves a personal look A new nose, new breasts, new face, new teeth. But you cannot change your spirit. No matter how hard you try to be something else? The interior always remains the same! Although a false interior doesn't make you any better than the people you are trying to impress?! This can make us a good person? Sometimes not so good! We treat people on our merits not theirs? We either like a person for their beliefs or politics! And we judge them based on our own! We believe we are fundamentally good, even when we are bad. But because of our inabilities to see our faults we discover only everyone else's! I am the worse person of this crime? But because I am human? I have a choice! I will always make the wrong decisions But, I will admit a mistake and try? But always fail to improve myself! So if I wrong you! Any of you? Remember Its OK to be human but its not OK to be disrespectful..
I may never say “I LOVE YOU”! But it doesn't mean I don't feel it! I have a hard interior! A prison of my own making. And, I hold the keys to the door. You can come up to the bars and talk to me? But it will always take a special person to get me to unlock the door. And if I open that door? You will find a world of richness and Truth..