Best Ineptitude Poems
Ineptness / Ineptitude
The pen has become the tongue from which I speak.
Ink, the saliva, the driving force behind my words.
Paper, the wings upon which they take flight,
uplifting my thoughts, elevating my ideas.
Thoughts and ideas that might not have
– ever come out of my mouth – seen the light of day.
Grounded !, nothing taking wing, a voice that does not sing,
never expressing a thing, with any kind of proficiency,
clarity, depth of understanding, enlightenment of meaning,
as I stand before ?, choke up !, all coming to a screeching halt
– my train of thought, my boxcar of words end with the caboose.
All gets lost, before the moment lives, my death !!!
The death of all I set out to accomplish, but never doing.
This, my tribunal ???:
B. J. “A” 2
February 25th 2004
What the hell does that mean, why title it that
Unfortunately it’s an epidemic, a virus in fact
That continues to spread and lay eggs where ever it goes
Only a conscious mind is considered its foe
We sit and we rot in front of the boob tube
Believing the hype that comes from the boob tube
We sit and we stare our minds hypnotized
Dreaming of things that shall never be realized
We’re prisoners of our mind but the gate’s neither closed nor locked
We are merely afraid to make that first step for fear of a drop
From stability to insecurity, from commonality to maturity
To stand out alone many find quite intimidating
Why must we be blind and deaf to our environment
When actions take place seeking our acknowledgement
Asking us to cry out due to social injustices
Only to be played down by the diversity of the Supreme Justices
In a blanket of snow there lies a few specks of dirt
That provides color for a sea of hurt
But like an invisible clock there lies and invisible ceiling
Capping the height to which one could be dreaming
We are zombies that have been modeled from prototypes
With slight upgrades to endure the new fight
We were taught what we need to know
And everything else that we do not know
Is used against us so we remain caged
In the prisons of our mind, hence once we have aged
Will pass on these false teachings to future generations
But I could be wrong, I’m just a Haitian.
Sometimes for fun men worship a gun
To shoot a recruit, to vanquish a victim
Whose only fault lies in a bun
The poor nibble in a starving team
Barrels and muzzles dominate
In thoughts, actions, deeds and priorities
Held high in fake media to disseminate
Philosophies and heresies propagated in sororities
With convoluted creeds
Infants decry when refugees die
In droves as their faith pleads
On its knees for the dissolution of the lie
Shouted aloud by a boisterous crowd
Gathered despite a genocide
Perpetrated by the mighty and the proud
Who pronounce their side innocent of fratricide
In the DRC, South Sudan and Syria
Where Christians suffer untold humiliation
Malaria, starvation, indignity and diarrhea
And unprecedented persecution and the violation
Of human rights
While the UN watches inept
In the face of blatant veto fights
Pursued with vigour kept
High on an agenda of futility
Arguing a fruitless case
Resting on the volatility and motility
Of the talk shop whose base
Inspires revulsion
At the incompetence and pretence
To take action on the expulsion
Of sanity and competence
Hitherto worshipped as holy grail
By the General Assembly
Whose voice and choice are shot off the rail
By the mighty and bubbly
Who appoint themselves arbiters
To determine nothing gone wrong in Yemen
Despite the death of powerless characters
When the Security Council in unison shouts amen.
I lie in a bed of intimidating despair,
wallowing in sheets of hopelessness,
blanketed by overwhelming failure,
pillowed by lack of empowerment.
I wrestle with unachievable dreams
that unfold into realistic nightmares,
bleeding into my awakened spirit,
rendering me exhausted and ruined.
Burdened by the weight of ineptitude,
I remain shackled to merciless anguish,
unable to reclaim the bold courage
required to face an un-repenting society.
Inability, so gross in the making
Not just inadequate, completely lacking
Extreme, nothing and a zero in ranking
Poor hand or mind in a show so ground breaking
Thinkers, yet need one another for using
It’s interest in nothing that makes it oozing
Talents, skills and knowledge are complementing
Unable thumb still leaves the others working
Diversity in skill isn’t all rounding
Even so, knowing limits is good standing
The pinch roller jammed
not good mechanically
pay someone to fix.