Best Inferior Poems
The Inferior Bacteria
There was once a young bacteria,
Who used to feel inferior.
But he resisted antibiotics
And medicines exotic,
Now he is feeling superior.
Barry Stebbings
13/04/17
Do you ever stand naked in front of a mirror
And see a super hero like Captain Inferior
With muscles that sag
And under eye bags
Just fog up the mirror so things are less clearer
confidence
self assured, poised
unassuming, leading, persuasive,
leader, parent, loner, bully
bragging, disparaging, lambasting
begrudging, angry
lack of
Small minds put together,
Small things and when
The fire bell rings, the
Minds wonder why,
They didn't innovate,
Or add a thinker,or
A blinker to warn people
For the day of destruction.
Small minds think they're,
Superior and quite often,
The thought patterns ,
Are inferior, and the,
Interior as well as the,
Exterior may look supreme,
But it is really not pristine,
Because the small minds,
Have thought themselves
About the biggest being,
Who knows about everything.
The omncient being is beyond
Proficient in building all things
And can outlast any fire bell
Rings. Brilliant minds put
Together grand things with
The help of biggest being
And generations to come
End up seeing it expand
And understand that the
Structure is truly superior
And it stands strong from
The interior to the exterior
And their minds have to
Muscle past logic to
Compare with the
Small minded ,
Inferior infrastructure.
wrote 12-22-10
I
Love. Start by saying "Hello" to strangers
Even on Poetry Soup
II
Love somebody who seems "arrogant."
Or eliminate everyone who is not humble enough like you.
Time richer, more precious than cash
Which once lost finds its way into your wallet
Whereas a second lost can stash
Permanent poverty punishment on your mallet.
Time, scarce resource with powers
To determine the quality your future enjoys
If you bestow on time a bouquet of flowers
To ascertain time swaps sorrows for joys.
Time begs no one as it moves on
In its inexorable race to the destination
No laggard can either hasten or slow down in a zone
Primed to promote a tardy fascination.
Time befriends folks whose attitude
Accommodates punctuality in all activities
With the potential to soar a latitude
Towards festivities and away from tardy proclivities.
On the long and lonely highway
That I only know as life
I’ve spent my days just wondering
What am I doing with my life?
When no matter what I tried
There was always someone better
Sixteen years I struggled on
And sixteen years I fell
When nothing’s working for you
Do you resign yourself to Hell?
They always tried to comfort me
But I always scorn their pity
Here I am; on the road again
Here I am; struggling on
Here I am; always second
Here I am; inferior
Would I hide behind a complex
Just to give me an excuse
To release my pain unhindered
And continue to refuse
The cure they always offer
The cure I’ll never accept
You know there’s always someone better
But I can’t accept the fact
When you’ve been raised to only be the best
What you want is only that
And the thought of coming second
Is a Hell you’d sooner die than face
Here I am; on the road again
Here I am; struggling on
Here I am; pining for what can’t be
Here I am; inferior
At rock-bottom is my self-image
I dejectedly walk on life-road
My own self I often disparage
And so carry mentally a heavy load
I try to build up enough courage
But I am unable to find a mode
Deep regrets, my thoughts keep
Steep agony in life I ever reap
Peep into my mind to know I weep
Why is gloom in my custody
Known only to the creator?
Why my soul sings a sad melody
By acting low in the World-theater?
Why I view my life as a tragedy
Can be known only by God-Operator
Too many cuts have upon my soul fallen
The fate is the perpetrator cum sculptor
I to my own self look like a villain
I feel I am a very bad administrator
Somehow I happen to be highly sullen
I wish let God be a terminator not protector
Too many agonies have destroyed my view
New ideas alone can do the needed rescue
To sue the Almighty I have a valid issue
This life sometimes I despise
Any how often I try to recoup
I have learned the technique to sacrifice
By joining the humbled man's group
Still beauties of this World entice
To put me in a poisonous soup
To bring in my image an upward trend
Often I have not met with sweet success
I am a soul who could not ascend
As the needed talent I do not possess
World's attitude I could not comprehend
And so I do everything in excess
Trick of fate gives me a kick
Thick losses I in life pick
Basic happiness comes not to lick
If God reduces my tension
And gives my soul cool shade
My deep thanks to Him I will mention
As love towards me is displayed
If He gives to me His noble attention
All my life's hurdles can be outplayed
If your motives are ulterior,
Then, hatch them in The Interior
Where the Blame-Worthy is senior
And the Praise-Worthy junior;
But your gain: Satan’s hysteria,
In hospitals Fresh Diphtheria,
The Ulterior makes The Inferior
Hardly, The Ulterior superior:
The by-nature meant for the rear,
Coastal regions and ones by a ria
Welcoming Sacrifice to Fear…
If your motives aren’t The Ulterior,
Yourself produce at The Exterior
Without notice of the prior.
Dear Mother, I don't see you
My visits are now due
I can't hear your view
But, your love will rescue
Life is not that interesting
My worries, none is arresting
My mind, prayer is dusting
And sorrow is infesting
Daily routine with no purpose
I greedily fill my little purse
My mind has a serious puss
God and you must bless
Your kind face, I just recall
That makes peace for me fall
I have not a single close pal
My troubles are very tall
I must visit you my mother
I must hug my only brother
My life does wastefully wither
Had left us all our dear father
O- Mother- Life you gave me
Many times, i feel gloomy
Your touch will be balmy
Life is now stormy
At times, I feel very sorry
As, peace, I can't carry
I live with no true merry
Daily to live, I just hurry
O- Mother- Let me be forgiven
I feel you are my real Heaven
By you only, love is given
You are God under the Sun
Let me fall at your feet
Today let us happily meet
This idea itself is sweet
Happy turns my heart-beat
Nothing can stop my visit
At your side, let me sit
And enjoy it bit by bit
Please you kindly permit.
His banana small, inferior bite,
Appealed not to her in the least that night.
Her cantaloupes robust.
He tried for the best thrust.
The hippiness hype just couldn’t make it right.
I better tuck in my *****
I better not stand up
I'll just get slaughtered
please, Lord, let me be marytered
she layed with me, she stayed with me
those memories are vivid like a never-ending movie
what is more vivid is how the end swiftly came
I didn't realize it all was a game
I could do nothing but lose
now, woman, you've got me in the spotlight
rape me of my will
make me swallow the pill
oh beautiful creature, you have no idea
the pain I feel deep inside
a man possesses superior strength
but a woman is superior in every other way
a woman can carry your name or bury it six feet deep
she can do anything to make a man feel inferior
she can ensue panic, she can bring a life to an end
whatever is good, whatever is bad
a woman can change it all
though I tried to stand strong
now I cower at your feet
you don't care what pain you cuase me
I'm just all alone
I'm just alienated and feeling a shade of insane
I used to cry your name
and beg you to stop
tortured and beaten
I'm just a helpless animal
lingering deep inside me
my soul is hiding
waiting for the break of day
when the warm touch of a new woman comes
maybe that touch won't fade
hopefully the beautiful creature
will hold my heart and not tear it into pieces
she's coming, this woman I seek
Lord, please don't let my eyes see in vien
Looking in the eyes of the desensitized what shocks should not but what shocks you not that someone looked into your eyes
I am incapable
In my existence
To fathom the love that I receive
It is not ever same
Everyday the envelope takes a distinct figure
Adding to my muddle
Each day it alters its scent
But it boils me to think
How is it love if days can recast it
Or is it that
My feeble mind
Is incapable of
Knowing the love of the titled
For my letters if ever posted
Would always smell the same
But I do know
I am incapable
Of grossing a response to it
As it would be dull to love a commoner
For who has known only one scent
I hear the whisper at night,
I tell everyone i'm alright.
I lay in a bed so cold,
my demon's hand to hold,
I press my face into the pillow,
I scream my words unsaid.
I twist myself into the blankets,
tie myself in knots,
tangled within my mind.
I stare at the ceiling until it becomes a sky.
I stare at the sky until it becomes night.
I stare at the night until I can force myself to believe i'm alright.
Until I can force myself to believe monster only live in fairytales,
believe that every nightmare ends and every story gets a happy ending.
I stare at the night sky painted on my ceiling and force myself to believe a society built upon lies.
I force myself into calm and I struggle to stay carefree,
I strain to laze.
I stay in a constant state of panicked interior and a polished exterior.