Best Irrationality Poems
I am a pacifist I despise war.
It’s the only thing I actually hate.
I’m never able to brace myself for
Diplomacy that deteriorates:
Recriminating dialogue amuck
That results in irrationality.
Adults become intellectual schmucks
Whose mentality in reality
Is equivalent to a chimpanzee
In spite of our advances in science.
Our mentality still swings from the trees
Where once apish self’s had claimed provenance.
We haven’t evolved from our ancient source
Thus war is likely a matter of course.
O POVERTY!
You who paid a courtesy call to that peacefull affluence home
With a diamond portfolio
And at your departure enquiry unveiled it a Pandora's box
That the son turned rebel against the father
And the daughter hearken no more to mother's rebuke
O poverty!
You, who dragged that man of irrationality to the court of nature,
And there in gave him an ignoble defeat.
O poverty!
You apprehended that woman of extravagancy tortured her
And taught her the lesson of frugality
O poverty!
Your fruit is sour, insipid and intoxicating.
The man who live by it for long jeopardizes his span
O poverty!
He who accommodates you accommodates sorrow
He who embraces you beckons doom
O poverty!
You, who vandalize a whole land without a nuclear explosion
And pour water of tears onto that healthy face
Having robed off her hope.
O poverty!
You silenced that wise retched man in the gathering of the intellectual
And gave that rich fool the privilege of giberish.
O poverty!
You, who strikes your victim with a sword of broken heart,
The one who compete a path with you mocks his life
For no offence in calling you one of the sibblings of death.
Form:
Each day foul critters infest our house
Though not by slipping in like a mouse
We just press a button
Or buy a subscription
To get news wrote or spoke by a louse
These creatures of the two legged kind
Try hard each day to persuade our mind
With sly information
That helps the causation
Of the falling apart of mankind
They tout the need for unearned welfare
Claim hard earned profits are so unfair
And granting amnesty
Is a good policy
Plus growing our debt is fine they swear
For those who work hard earning their way
Give what they can and put some away
Are sick of the slackers
Prodded by the backers
Whose aim is using half truths to sway
It’s hard to ignore those talking heads
But it’s not right to tear them to shreds
Yet there’s a solution
And with execution
We can spread liberty in their stead
We’ll put Obama pic’s and golf caps
Along with a taped speech that he yapped
In a human sized crate
Coz it’s time to create
A main stream media Have-A-Heart trap
Like it or not, these traps are humane
But anyways, we’ll have much to gain
So, once we have caught
All those who have brought
Disinformation causing brain drain
We’ll squeeze all of them in through a pipe
Along with politicians who hype
Irrationality
And immorality
Into a sphere of the livable type
In there they can tax to the extreme
And promote their harmful fairness schemes
But when they’re out of dough
They will lip read our NO!
Since their bubble is a sound proof dream!
A is for angry, a passion hot and burning,
B is for beautiful, always a damsel yearning.
C is for callous, the ungodly wicked act,
D is for doting, such love can so much impact.
E is for energetic, big strong pocket Hercules,
F is for foolish, an unwise approach to my exercises.
G is for greedy, synonymous to a glutton
H is for hot temper, a destroyer of virtues gotten.
I is for impetuous, the risk of irrationality,
J is for joyous, a state of delight of souls nationality.
K is for kind, rewarding act of helping,
L is for loving, found a synonym for doting.
M is for meek, angelic attribute and non-devil…,
N is for new, the same for the word 'novel'.
O is for ossified, father's rules rigid and fixed,
P is for peaceful, the calm feeling when kissed,
Q is for *****, strange like the itch from a peppermint balm,
R is for reliable, God's attribute in every Psalm.
S is for soft, the touch of a mother,
T is for tedious, boring, pants for another.
U is for united, one mind, a great entry,
V is for vociferous, my sister's repeated loud complaints to a tree.
W is for willing, not compelled like the call of saints,
X is for xenophobic, the fear of strangers' paints.
Y is for youthful, prepared to take on life's dangers,
Z is for zealous, the weapon of the power rangers.
So much fun learning vocabs of adjectives,
Like wielding magical powers of elves.
BIOGRAPHY
Ayoola Goodness Lanre is my name. Born 2nd of March 1989. I am a Nigerian. An
English language teacher. A poet and other genres of literature. Love children.
HELP! HELP!
She is sinking,
Sinking into the abyss of despair.
Her brain is striken And her mind is stifled.
She has been enervated.
Her integrity is being manipulated,
Irrationality acts as spring board to moral decadence,
Opacity then entangles her efficiency
While her eminence sleeps.
She became vulnerable.
Poor thing, she is raped, maimed and looted.
Has she not been violated?
Does her plight warrants a revolution?
However, she demonstrated.
She shrilled,
"No!", "No!"
She pleaded with her predators.
All these were to no avail
Her future seems gloomy
As the predators succeeded in orchestrating yet another tragedy.
Engulfed in this evident realm of adversity.
She sits and ponders
With tears flooding her miserable cheeks.
She then cried,
HELP! HELP!
I am sinking,
Sinking into the abyss of despair.
MLK's Positive Beloved Community Psychology:
The study
and mindbody experience
of positively regenerative life
as appositionally dipolar,
double-negative correlational,
Mind consciousness
and body conscience
co-arising empathy
back into endosymbiotic dissonance,
physical-ego decay
And metaphysical-ec(o)-soul irrationality
of unbalanced temporal-neural dysfunction,
growing autistic depressive-repressive anger and fear,
chronically disintegrative,
increasingly climatic degeneration,
dis-ease racing toward even further Yangry Fear
monocultural trending self/other
shame/blame,
socio-eco-political
ungrateful
unforgiving pathology
For missing out
on humanely divine
polycultural
dialectical
nondualistic mind/body
crown/root bilaterally intelligent opportunities
To choose full-health wealth investment i
n polyempathic passion/pleasures
of Beloved Woke Community
Interior within Exterior Landscaped
revolutionary content thought
contentment felt
Through Positive BiCameral EcoPsychological Conscious
body gratitude
mind positive attitude
spreading our trauma-in/ex-formative
co-passioned networking virus
ReStoring BodyEmpowering Justice
and Civil MindEnlightening Peace,
PositiveMind BodyPleasureTherapy
CoOperating beloved back
to YangFather
SunCrown enlightening
YintegralMother
EarthRooted empowerment.
Mama says
I’m beautiful
I’m smart
I’m loved
If this is true
Then why don’t you like me, mama?
How can you hurt me?
How can you face it with empty apologies?
“You aren’t skinny like those girls on TV”
“That shirt makes you look fat.”
“Why can’t you be normal?!”
But why should it matter, mama?
Why should I care?
Nothing hurts me more
Than when you look at me
And tell me that I’ve gained weight
That if I dress like that
no guy is going to like me
That you don’t like me
Because of who I am
I’m either your joyous religious daughter
Or a confused minuscule apostate
But when I try to plead
You consume my speech with irrationality
Your body responds with
“Have you been taking your medication?”
Almost like I can’t have my own ideas
Without my mental illness speaking for me
Mama, you never speak with your mind
I either am
Too much or not enough
Too skinny or too fat
Too happy or too sad
Rational or crazy
mama, can you hear me?
I have a woman’s body
I love who I love
I believe what I believe
And I will not apologize for that
It’s who I became
Because of you
So how can you make me feel this overwhelming guilt?
This love, this style, our differences
You’re the one who blessed me with these immaculate properties
So how can you feel so terribly about the person I am?
These questions aren’t out of confusion, ignorance, disrespect, or misunderstanding.
I just wish you’d think with your mind rather your body
To think about these things
These terrible things you say to me
I’ve lived with this for years
the guilt you forced upon me
But why can’t I feel this hurt without it being about your trauma?
But this is how they trick us, mama
How they keep us silent
But I refuse to be quiet anymore
I want to love without feeling guilty
Without you seeing me as just another confused *****
I want to be a sexual being
Without you thinking of me as another easy harlot
I want you to see me as more than my sexuality
That you still see me as your daughter
My sexuality does not define who I am, mama
And it’s nobody’s business but mine
I don’t owe you an explanation, mama
But mama says
I’m beautiful
I’m smart
I’m loved
But if this is true, mama
I need you to believe me
I need you to have my back
But mama,
Can you hear me?
Dreams…
A figment of imagination or an endeavor to reality,
A desire insatiable or a journey of irrationality,
A courageous act or a proclaim to end brutality,
A vision implausible or a life full of morality!
Dreams….
A phenomenal career or a win over fatality,
A craving to reach the stars or discover new galaxy,
A fanaticism for victory or a passion for prosperity,
A perfection in relations to rise above triviality!
Dreams…
Memories of past, we want to relive,
Reflection of future, a hope to outlive,
A life so peaceful, you long to live,
Dreams come true, you need to believe!
Dreams….
Dreams are the strength to live with vitality.
Dreams are the courage to tread over calamity.
Dreams are the perseverance to nurture potentiality.
Dreams are the confidence to dare the reality!!!
the child inside
revealed through cascading
recollecting
regrets unspoken break free
boundlessly
the child inside
hindered responsibility weigh
heavily
elation manifestation refuted
deniability
the child inside
yearning determined to depart
dependability
exchanging impulsive playful
irrationality
the child inside
locked away penal complexes
restricting
flee to autonomy- mischievous
creativity
America, the land of the free, catering to the wealthy and pushing the poor.
Blacks are all but exempt; they are seen as property and nothing more.
California brought into this nation by gold, as a false equality,
Demanded by some to spread the systems of vast irrationality.
Extradition in compromise to abolition.
Fugitives thrown back to chains, complete pacification.
Grace, all too fallen from, that was this nation.
Humble as many others were, one woman changed the nation.
Illegal activities by abolitionist became the norm, in hopes to stop degradation.
Johns and Janes educated in the taboo subject of the naive.
Kings and knights replaced with tyrannicals and elderly slaves.
Liberty and freedom for all,
Men and woman, Black and White, all readying to fall.
Night falls, creating a stage for the quarrelsome show.
Oppositions face each other, their bodies ready to feed the coming crows.
Position between this and that,
Quarrelling over the proper way to skin a cat.
Runaways are forgotten for the time being,
Say it so, as many were fleeing.
Tackless politicians following a false tradition,
Utilitarian, one may say, on their decision.
Vicious out cries spread across the nation following
White men's decision to take a stand being,
Xecute the evils of the world.
Yells coming from each side, each saying they are more moral'd.
Zephyrs blow across the grasses, to contrast what is to come.
This world for some is so tough,
We keep spending money on useless stuff,
When there's kids out there dying,
Crying in poverty in need of surviving.
We keep buying to impress,
Trying to look good in that new dress,
But a woman far away is really in need,
She's had no new clothes since 1993.
Her clothes are dirty tattered rags,
When you're there buying new bags,
Think of her in the ripped clothes,
Don't tell me you know the pain she knows.
It's cold she has no place to stay,
When you're planning your next holiday away,
Go somewhere beautiful and warm,
When she's wishing she could find a home for her baby who's about to be born.
She's scared she has nothing to eat,
When you're planning your next meal to defeat,
She scrapes through bins to find a crumb,
And the whole time your pretending to be numb.
Ignoring the reality in the world we live in,
To me that is an unforgivable sin.
Its unforgivable to me, ignoring the reality,
Its unforgivable to me, ignoring brutality
Its unforgivable to me, ignoring morality.
Its unforgivable to me, as its just plain irrationality.
Why aren't we helping other fight illness and disease,
Well were hoping to fit into a smaller pair of jeans.
Why don't we try and educate them, find out their needs,
Instead were too busy checking our news feeds.
Why don't we help them generate some income,
Instead were too busy trying to bag our next lump sum.
Why don't we help countries reach their development potential,
Instead were outside buying more non essentials. (LIKE TAMPONS HAHA)
Why don't we see this illnesses and disease,
imposes high cost burdens on these families,
If we help them generate some money,
It will help higher their life expectancy.
Fool, you borrowed time from fate
Obeisance was wrong indeed
Objected nothing and moved on
Lotus was your favorite fruit
Irrationality was a kind of madness
Sarah warned, " Be careful, son! "
Harry, your pal, spoke like her
None seemed unreachable or vain
Enthralled by many false visions
Surges of panic and anger abounded
Sultry thoughts brought death
As the pensive endure chaotic variance
Hope rules supreme toward Heaven's ambiance
awaiting the crumbling of darkened towers
...even they must face the final hour
Pathway of the chosen purposivly gleaned
glory to be crowned by the highest esteemed
laid out in Quarters,marked by degrees,
slowly artisaned like golden filigree
With the body of a Lions voracious appetite
curbing it's rapacious need,to feed and fight
begins the first quarter of disciplining pride
as the anguish of shame begins to subside
With the heart of a Bulls conflicting irrationality
deviating it's higher formed sensibility
begins the second quarter of reasons understanding
as the languidness of doubt dissolves angers maddening
With the head of Man now filled with grace
inferior things no longer trace
begins the third quarter as higher intelligence found
harmonious order become Heavenly sounds
With the wings of an Eagle soon to take flight
as the Phoenix's re-birth toward golden heights
ends the fourth quarter made amiable to Divine propriety
most certainly welcomed into Heavenly society
The Sphinx being the symbol of composite whole
homeward bound is the goal of the soul
earthbound the body is it's terrestrial nature
heavenbound the spirit is it's true filial nature...
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as the rejected cornerstone,
the perfect cube,
what was Jesus's objective,
the miracle of walking on water?
...sink or swim,
you cannot build a strong foundation,on the pathway of doubt...
There are some days
when I am so caught up
in the grown up rush
that I forget to look you in the eyes,
touch your face,
hug you close…
remind you that I love you, cherish you
have confidence in you…
Sometimes,
I get so caught up in grown-up thoughts
that I forget
that you’re still young
and don’t understand
when I worry too much
over little things…
Sometimes, I forget
that your youth is limited
and that Now is the perfect time
to share it with you, make memories,
take emotional photographs
of your once in a lifetime moments.
But just because
my grown-up drama
steals me from you from time to time…
know that I can never forget my heart
and you are in my thoughts…
everything I did…
wasn’t enough until I had you
everything good in me…
is better because you graced my life…
everything I achieve
it’s all because I know
that you have as much faith in me
as I have in you.
You are my rationality
when irrationality fractures my mind
the spark that never wanes
and I am overwhelmed
by the realization that I
have been given
a once in a lifetime kind of love
four times over...
a once in a lifetime chance
to be your only mom.
The trembling thumb of threatening thunder
Strikes silvery shimmering of silken sludge
And adjoins an arch on alter of an afforest.
It inverts insipid immobility of irrationality.