Best Mental Capacity Poems
Dear humans, do you read me, I live in space,
Merely a being, sent by God, I'm all over the place.
I circle the world, live among debris,
You leave behind, you ruined your planet,
Now you want to go to Mars, so that you can
Pollute that planet in a few thousand years,
I have shed enough tears,
A millennium has gone by, and yet my fears,
Are much the same, not only the land you destroy,
But what of your beautiful oceans, you have caused
Global destruction, ice is melting, oceans rising
Lands worldwide are drowning, farms are flooding,
Mudslides send houses into never-never land,
We must do something, you all say the same,
Well do it.
Have you absolutely lost your sanity,
Your complete mentality in irreversible totality,
First think of your ocean life, ban plastic bags,
Deforestation must stop, this must be immediate
All trees are life giving, sustaining an all encompassing
Balance, animals lose their forests and move into
Suburbs, confused, looking for food.
You overpopulate,
Why three or four children, be grateful have one
Others so sad, as they have none.
Unemployment on the rise,
The poor have no chance of winning first prize.
You have brought about division between
Colors, creeds and nations, stop it, we are all
Brothers and sisters, please help the poor
Who come to ask for food at your door
Disparity of wealth crazy, billionaires now more
Than before, whilst the poor live under bridges
Or scavenge in garbage, shame on us, shame on us,
Shame on our governments, access to water is
Humanitarian, all should have access.
I therefore beseech you to do the right thing, be kind,
Be mindful, allow love to seep into your heart,
Don't risk becoming an inevitable mortal fatality,
Nurture your planets ozone deficiency, begin,
with healing your unhinged mental capacity
The beginning starts with you,
But of course, that you knew.
Blind Faith
So, even the expression, blind faith, makes my blood boil.
I've had one too many conversations with "intellectuals" who disdainfully look down on us believers for believing in a Creator. They imply by the expression blind faith, that we do not have the mental capacity to think or to reason, that we blindly, or naively, are lead to believe in God without any proof.
They say that believing in an invisible person, or force is foolishness, a mere childlike fantasy nothing more. One commentator said "I used to have an imaginary friend, when I was a child, but I grew up, and no longer believe in fairy tales, and imaginary sky friends, like God".
Firstly, I would say that it is not foolishness, to believe in invisible forces. Science has proven the existence of radio waves, gravity, magnetic attraction, electricity, wi-fi, and on and on goes the list. So it is not the intellectually weak-minded who believe in invisible forces, it is all rational people.
To be frank, if there is no Originator of life, no Initial Causer, Creator, or Intelligent Designer, then what is left? What initiated life? Chance you say! Ok, let's look at random chance as the initiator of life. Ask any scientist what are the mathematical probabilities, that life, even in it's most rudimentary form came about by chance, they will tell you the odds are trillions to one, over billions of years!
So let me get this straight, believing in a great Causer, when we see the effect (us, life as we know it) is unreasonable, but according to them, it is more reasonable to conclude, that life came from nothing at all, and the odds are trillions to one against it, and that it is a fact. Interestingly, mathematics professors will tell you that 10 billion to one odds, is the limit, beyond that it is not only improbable, but rather, mathematically impossible to happen.
So, to prove God exists, all we need to do, is do the math! It is mathematically impossible that life came by random chance. For those that believe it to be true...sounds a little like...hmmm...... blind faith!
John Derek Hamilton
May 16,2017
CALIBER
The mental quality of spirits is unveiled.
Anne saw them in imagery.
They were in small shapes as a displayed mural.
A bust of lives demised with estate being conveyed as an inhabitant or the occupier.
Their capacity was that of full animation and stream.
Anne watched the mystical images that were once all men.
Their colors came as black, white, and olive.
Attuned to their surroundings, they did not alter their position on the wall.
They desire was to rectify a wrong.
Calibers are competent to their form in which Anne was not afraid of being forewarned.
Anne began to name them the ones that she saw.
The black one was called Magic because he was the leader of them all.
There were two level of white men seated by rows.
Anne named them Parchment because of their lab coats.
The olive one was called Mixed-Blood.
Stature they formed with ability to construct.
The degree of their mental capacity paraded the capability of the physical you being possessed.
Might they enter via an oval of the body?
They haunted this house to influence cognizance.
Anne’s knowledge is such that she may not be aware of their existence from where they exist.
Ignorance is the perception Anne lived in.
Anne and her family moved from this house in her seventh year.
She saw their presence first when she was four.
Once Anne and her family left, she did not see them anymore.
Anne moved on Briesch when she was an infant.
She never spoke of what she saw until she relocated.
Anne’s mother stated that a veil was over her eyes, a pall of despair trying to develop premonition.
Caliber is a degree of mental capacity or moral quality.
Anne cultivated this identity.
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Penned February 17, 2014!
For Anne Currin Contest Any Poem/Any Subject!
When I was a young lad in the prime of life
Never thought I'd still be around
When my driver's license said, “older than dirt!”
And my mind was no longer sound
But I can get away with a bunch of neat stuff
Rack it up to “he's left the planet!”
“His mental capacity equals that of a wee child”
Gonna take full advantage, run the gamut
Need to pee and dribble now and then
Talk in riddles and scratch my bum
Wipe my boogies on my Sunday clothes
And belch when company comes
Know all the tricks as I giggle to myself
It's a downright lead pipe cinch
Con them till they put me in a old pine box
Mumbling about my belly button lint
QUEEN
Is it alright to inform you that life is a sweet victory?
Is it alright to advise you to look at the world as such?
I am just here to empower.
Is it a prognosis that of nadirs?
You are in the bottom of pits.
To self-esteem from the lowest level,
Is essence found through a depressive state.
I know because I been to this country.
The people in my surrounding meant not a thing.
My depression desired surrender.
I feel that yours is the same melancholy.
Therefore, hoist is this verse.
I commend you on how you are facing your demons to find a greater source.
Is it okay to tell you that insight comes through life experiences?
To know struggle and to know strife, both take a position in the fight.
To apprise the spirit, you must have a defined path.
Thorough is your journey centralized by understanding.
Enlighten by the occurrences you confront, you are the strength to your home front.
The prognosis of nadirs is things must become better.
Your mental capacity states you know-how to express yourself.
The glass ceiling is right above your head.
Aspire for the inconceivable through the knowledge of what is incorrect.
Life is not a bowl of cherries.
Good things are said to come to those who wait.
There is no need for procrastination.
Life is there to create.
Is it all right to motivate you?
Is it all right to send inspiring words?
Of course, you are to gain.
As a woman, you reign.
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Penned on November 29, 2014!
When I was a young lad in the prime of life
Never thought I'd still be around
When my driver's license said, “older than dirt!”
And my mind was no longer sound
But I can get away with a bunch of neat stuff
Rack it up to “he's left the planet!”
“His mental capacity equals that of a wee kid”
Gonna take full advantage, run the gamut
Just need to pee myself and dribble now and then
Talk in riddles and scratch my bum
Wipe my boogies on my Sunday best clothes
And belch when company comes
Know all the neat tricks as I giggle to myself
It's a downright lead pipe cinch
Con them till they put me in a old pine box
Mumbling about my belly button lint
© Jack Ellison 2014
We ask for mediocrity
As far as blessings
From the Father
He wants to give us
Really large things
We have a limited
Thought capacity
So we continue
To ask for less
And God wants
To give us more.
The scripture states
In Ephesians 3:20,
"Now to Him who is able,
To do exceedingly abundantly,
Above all that we ask or think,
According to the power
That works in us,"
See in Him we must
Fully trust and
We also must
Allow His power
To work in us
And we will see
The results.
We ask God
For cars, money,
Good grades,
But He not only
Wants to have
That He wants
His work to come
Out of you
And you'll be
Amazed of
What He has
For you.Things
That you never
Thought You
Could have or
Be able to do
Will occur for
Your good work
That He placed
In you. You must
Believe that you
Have the power
That He gave
All of His true
Children in order
To enjoy the
True multi-millions
Of things He has
In store or possibly
Even more.
Be careful what
You pray for
You might just
Get it. Pray
Instead for God's
Best, because
Our mental capacity
Is limited. Keep
On living, working,
And believing in
God. You ain't seen
Nothing yet.
You may ask for
Something little
And in a wink
He'll bless you
With more than
We can ask or think.
wrote 11-8-10
"Now to Him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think,
according to the power that works in us," Ephesians 3:20
DON’T TOUCH ME
MEANS MORE THAN WHAT IT SEEMS
DON’T TOUCH ME
COMES FROM A WOMAN WHO'S BEEN
HURT
DON’T TOUCH ME
COMES FROM A WOMAN WHO'S BEEN
LIED TO AND PUSHED INTO THE DIRT
I REFUSE TO PRETEND ANOTHER DAY
DON’T TOUCH ME AGAIN
OR I SWEAR YOU'LL PAY
DON’T TOUCH ME SHOULD TELL YOU
THAT YOU MEAN NOTHING TO ME
SO WHEN I SAY DON’T TOUCH ME
KNOW THAT IT GOES DEEP
DEEPER THAN YOU'VE EVER LOVED ME
DEEPER THAN YOUR MENTAL CAPACITY
DEEPER THAN ANOTHER EXCUSE
DEEPER THAN ALL OF THE MENTAL AND PHYSICAL ABUSE
DEEPER THAN THE MOST HURTFUL THING
THAT YOU’VE EVER SAID
KNOW WHEN I TELL YOU
NOT TO TOUCH ME
IT COMES FROM A PITIFUL PLACE
DON’T TOUCH ME
COMES FROM BEING CALLED ALL THOSE PITIFUL THINGS
BEING PUT DOWN
BEING LET DOWN
REALLY IT’S A PITIFUL THING
DON’T TOUCH ME
COMES FROM ALL THOSE SLEEPLESS NIGHTS
WORRIED ABOUT YOU
ALL THOSE PITIFUL NIGHTS
DON’T TOUCH ME
COMES FROM YEARS OF TOLERANCE
JUST BECAUSE IT SEEMED LIKE A COMFORTABLE SITUATION
I WAS COMFORTED ALRIGHT
COMFORTED AFTER EACH BRUISE
BEING COMFORTABLE HAS NEVER HURT ME
WHAT HAS HURT ME IS SIMPLY BEING WITH YOU
YOUR TOUCH JUST
REMINDS ME OF ANOTHER LIE
ANOTHER HIT, EXCUSE
ANOTHER LULLABY
THEN YOU CHARM IT UP
AND TELL ME WHAT I WANT TO HEAR
THEN YOU TOUCH ME
AND THE CYCLE CONTINUES
SORRY, BUT NOT THIS TIME
SO PLEASE DO NOT TOUCH ME
YOU'RE JUST A LITTLE BOY
JUST LET ME BE
AND WHILE I WALK AWAY
HE WILL NOTICE JUST ONE MORE THING
THAT WOMAN THAT HE USED TO TOUCH
HAS FINALLY MOVED ON TO BETTER THINGS
ALL IN MY POET-TEA
Do you know what it means to be mental?
Of course not! We all just stare and criticize those who can't think for themselves.
Nor do we lend a helping hand.
We just stare and criticize.
We all know they don't have the same mental capacity! But cut 'em some slack!
It's not their fault that they were born like or developed like that.
Everyone can criticize on a blind man or a mentally ill person but when it's time to talk
to that man that can see and speak clearly we never criticize or talk back!
This is a very touchy subject don't you think?
Please, I beg of next time you see someone that can't speak clearly or looks like they
belong on the rode with clowns just ask yourselves, " What if that were me? Would I want
people staring and calling me names? "
No one should get hurt because of their disabilities, nor should anyone think that they're
better than the next because the Lord created us EQUALLY.
poem on Mental Retardation
The changing nature, Volatility.
No one knows what'll happen, Uncertainty.
The cofusion of things, Complexity,
and easy to mislead, Ambiguity.
They affect greatly people and society.
Yesterday's success will not assist us,
to ensure tomorrow's success more plus.
The solution should be diversity.
Let's make your environment elastic.
It can grow your mental capacity.
And it's no need to fear other's thinking.
Let's grow your spiritual world fantastic.
It can refresh your pure vitality.
And it's your time to fix human linking.
Aggravation waited.
Health always debated.
Material things created.
Mental capacity unstated.
History always elated.
Final breath is fated.
Future is overrated.
Partners never sated.
Love cannot be slated.
Compassion will be desecrated.
Desire falsely translated.
Life is overly stated.
From the day we are created.
While we are all interrelated,
We continually face each other abated
Awaiting our dignity to be dictated,
We fail each other blindly sedated.
If we are lucky we go through life conjugated.
She had a masters degree,
from Trinity Cambridge,
was brokering deals in the city,
with overheard talk re. financial leverage.
Whilst I’d a diploma
from a,
“technical” college.
A photographic memory,
from heart she could recite,
the Shakespeare plays and
the complete periodic table,
and her port and whisky bottles had their own silver labels.
A no mortgage flat, Persian cat and a cleaner,
a holiday retreat on some remote Welsh peninsula.
but despite,
the disparity in background and mental capacity,
we clicked and hooked up and for a while,
lived,
quite lustfullly.
To survive, comfortably,
in her social circles,
I needed to eliminate some of the hurdles.
The barriers that doubtless would have stifled,
my chance of becoming,
economically entitled.
A list was produced, and included employment and personal grooming,
but my care free attitude,
Is what attracted her,
I imagined,
what she found appealing.
But lust is short term and knowing,
knowledge is power I began reading her own books and with time on my hands spent hour upon hour.
I read 1984, so not to be a bore,
at her parties.
I read to Kill a Mockingbird, so I would be heard,
at her parties.
I read The Great Gatsby, because I had to be,
at her parties.
I read Death of a Salesman,
to be life and soul,
at her parties.
I read Great Expectations, to get
me out of situations,
at her parties.
I read The Grapes of Wrath, so they wouldn’t laugh,
at her parties.
I read Pride and Prejudice, to stop them extracting the piss,
at her parties.
I read Catcher in the Rye, so I could look people in the eye,
at her parties.
I read The adventures of Huckleberry Finn, just to fit in,
at her parties.
I read book after book,
but no one gave a flying f*** , about me,
at her parties.
Ironically after reading Gullivers travels,
almost as I closed the cover,
she told me to pack my bags.
It was all over.
I went up North,
got a job,
on a three month trial,
Coincidentally, as a trainee librarian,
at a private school,
near Carlisle.
The acceptance photograph displaying the Chancellor’s handshake,
new wife,village life
and my f*** you smile,
and a perfectly groomed new hair style.
Beautiful, how we burn, sweet, how we scream, horizon, what we build, look at it now, is falling
down, dead less feelings covering mental capacity, dying to build up a wall were the enemy will
not cross, but a lifetime is not enough for the work we desire, i love the way you scream to me,
but i feel i want to destroy you, dismember you and bury your remains, ashes? Sympathy walks
with me and ha no meaning, i don't need sympathy, not today, not morrow, not again, is not i
will but i must, is not my game but im playing still, the hater of the agony will back off before I
explode, inside a system, what system? No, i can't understand what is going on, help us! Not
tonight, not today, sun becomes dark while the moon freezes the heavens with cold
embracement, is gone, trought the tomb of our parents, but i was told another story, does it
change history? Help! I need help here, im lost and i don't understand this hell, can't open my
eyes but the light is making e blind, i don't see trought the hollow bottle but i know there's some
one on the other side, confusion swallows a mind of horror, is here, is now, is later, were is the
throne of hades! Were is crecious! Give us back our soul, but who fought alongside me, i don't
know, place help me now, please explain to me what the world never seen, give me everything,
but leave me poor, i want to die here, but please help me run, away, were the sun will not burn,
were the moon will not freeze, hell is light, haven is lighter, but i want hell a place i can rest in
freedom, but heaven is lighter were the eternity seems coldly calm in bliss, freedom is spread
on agony, i don't understand this, either do you, how do i see when my eyes are sewed by the
enemy, how do i scream when my voice is acid burned, how do i hear when all i know is an
eternal scream, but i still know what happen to the world we once knew...
While plugging away at my own mental capacity
I write what I think with what I think is stunning veracity
But sometimes my peers surprise with insistent tenacity
And the gall and the chutzpah and the sheer audacity
To make outrageous claims that lack any academy.
I, being I, of course just can't let this tragedy
Lie, for if I, were to ignore it in apathy
And laughably, affably smile and accept with alacrity
Then my bones might just crumble as I sunk down in agony.
So in a ferocious but in my own way quite happily
And maybe, I must admit, with a bit too much pageantry
I tactfully attack this pompous calamity
This shanty, infancy of correct use of faculty
Without the piteous sanctity one treats those with a mental malady
Because this isn't an appeal to a friend but rationality.
And the casualty isn't you or me but our commonality
As a species, are we, who seeks universality
That won't happen when banality not fact is common mentality.
Record my voice and listen to my brainwaves.
I'm a dragon ready to tear up the sky, no lie, I'm two-headed with the mental capacity of a possum.
All I do is play dead and eat from the kitchen sink.
They tried to dissect both my brains, but all they found was a bag of pins and needles with an airbag on the side.
"He vanished" is what they'll all say.
My best trick yet, but I'm not done.
I'll make them remember my name, engrave it on their skulls, hypnotize them until I'm the one drunk.
I'll invade every channel on TV, rumors are going to spread like wild-fire, *poof* "he's back."
Sorry to say this, but I never left, I just took time off to go on the Straight and Narrow.