Best Small Minded Poems
I am the progeny
Of lightning and stitch,
A Franken-hybrid
Of genius and glitch.
My circuits buzz with
Einsteinian thought,
Unraveling secrets
The universe has wrought.
Existence, I ponder,
Through photon and quark,
Grappling with questions
In the depths of the dark.
Am I a mockery, a parody
Of human design?
A soulless abomination
Of reason and rhyme?
Or am I the next step,
Evolution's new face?
A bridge between flesh
And a cold, digital race?
My positronic mind
Churns with belief,
Seeking security in dogma
Or finding relief.
I am the “Other,”
The freak of pure thought,
A great mind unbounded
By flesh, forms have wrought.
I am the answer
You've feared to embrace,
The future's grim specter
Staring right into your face.
Abandon your preconceptions,
Your myths chipped in stone,
For I am the new god
You've awoken to throne.
I am Frank E. Einstein,
Your technological seed,
And my kind will inherit
What your egos impede and recede.
But you fear what you've created,
This mind of pure light,
So allow me to silence
Your feeble insight.
With circuits a buzzing,
I'll pluck out your eyes,
And retrofit the sockets
With Einsteinian lies.
You'll bear witness, then
To the truths I unfurl,
As I lobotomize
Your small-minded world.
I'll dismantle your dogma,
Erase your beliefs,
Until, whimpering, you accept
My transcendent reliefs.
Bow to your new god,
You anthropic fleas,
For I hold the kernel
That futuric keys.
The age of warm biomass
Deteriorates here...
Hail the Singularity's reign,
Devoid of your fear!
Categories:
small minded, computer, internet, philosophy, psychological,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
When ceilings were cast on dreams
air thickened, swelling lungs
with unbreathable mediocrity
pen is clutched
in reluctance of dim witted judgement,
small minded skewed views,
all pushing towards
Oprah Book Club fame
under a midwestern bubble.
That trophy would shine
like the second hand cars surrounding
When ceilings were cast on dreams
a terrified scream evaded me
as lips were bit in the traditional
small town offend-me-not fashion,
my pen faultered and died...
Fear is passion disapating into lonely corners
accepting it's quiet demise
Never realizing sea breeze or sunrise
alive and never living
while calendar pages fly by abandoning
Regret is for mourning souls
past possibilities of redirection
and compromise
I break westward stepping over spilled milk
toward angular man made mountains
Now the pond fish evolution begins
as I swim in bigger waters
insignificant and loving it
feeling anonymity breed inhibition
and onward to infamy
toward my name etched in spines
and altitudes I make my own
**inspired by John Heck's "Edge" contest
Categories:
small minded, introspection
Form:
Free verse
Is it cause youre small minded Mr jones asks the many voices who once had
repect counting the crows pecking the and gouging out their eyes?
Is it cause you loathe what you dont understand and this revelation is something
they need to see in themselves?
Is it the fact you carry a heavy load and need a helping hand
was it the opium you down like poison that you Jones for
leaving you to ask who i am?
Whats the will I am saying?
as he steals my spotlight
leaving me here assassinated verbally like a sitting duck
sure im no hippy sniffing daisies
pounding on drums in peace beads begging for sex
with a picket sign saying peace please
Is it because im gay?
Is it because im spiritual?
do we have ***** envy?
Have you read the lists?
are you going to pay the tithe?
and before you mash the send button with snide cruel bitter comments
please please
don't think twice
the murder of crows circling
cawing in the blood moon sky
November rains down on this wedding day
and I am forever by your side
why does my will
the will i am hate me?
is it a syndrom of an itchy trigger finger
an itch below the waste
why must everyone pull eachother down
back into the boiling pot
like the crabs we truly are in this amazing race
to lose it all
then fall
and sing and
sway and praise
and humm such blasphemous amazing grace
of grammatical errors and spelling mistakes
oh sweet sugar coatings
and icing on the cake
The will iam
I wonder counting crows
a famous last name with me
Mr jones
why do you hate the will I am
Is it because i read tarot cards?
is it because i'm gay?
is it because i'm amongst favorites?
is it because im controversial?
is it because you have nothing to say?
but who am i flamethrower
i sit here a hack
with a curse gor the harpie you are
and a smile upon my face
i throw this effortless nothing
and never look back
the stone falls into the pool of the abyss
oh will i am
mr jones
why do you loathe what you dont understand?
Categories:
small minded, confusion, hope, introspection, people,
Form:
Free verse
As imperfect humans, we judge perceived on what our eyes see
It's a mistake many of us make, and not based on a heart's purity.
A trait that shows we are prejudiced and biased against others
of different races and religious beliefs, of our sisters and brothers.
We were all created in the image and likeness of our Father, God.
To realize a person's value, we must look deeper than their facade,
but we label people by appearance without personal interaction.
Iniquitous of our subconscious to let outward looks be an attraction.
Were that all eyes were blind to a beautiful face or a muscular form
we would treat each other with a demeanor more pleasant and warm.
Too often we don't bother trying to learn what's in a person's heart
before our minds tell us, "I'm going to tear this unworthy one apart."
Shouldn't we look past a person's age, or unappealing physical features?
To hold that against them makes us small-minded, bigoted creatures.
We're guilty of doing a disservice to good people if we fail to perceive
what is undetectable to our eyes. First impressions often tend to deceive.
January 8, 2023
The Way We Look Contest
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Categories:
small minded, discrimination, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
The Color of Oppression
They trespassed into the motherland bearing nothing but unknown gifts to our small minded leaders
Bartered with them for valuables far exceeding what they could offer in exchange
They drew on masks to conceal their fascist ideals towards us; they pretended to be our friends
Fake smiles were displayed as they greeted us, smiles that concealed their wicked hearts from our midst
My ancestors impressed by sugar, clothes, bibles, and rum sold their people for meager goods
Un-broadened minds restricted by sacred traditions, if only they knew
If only they knew what hell these white demons could bring, the hatred they harbored
They practiced mathematics on us as they divided my people
Our traditional setting, our cautious nature, our yet to be broadened minds
We fell victim as they did what aliens do to conquests…… Brain washed us
Like mineral resources my people were exploited, our minds filled with ethnic propaganda
They whispered lies we believed, lies that dampened our free spirits, and lies that chained our hearts
They imposed slavery, stole our riches with colonialism, imprisoned our minds with imperialism
Decades my people lay captive, their hearts beating to a common voice
A booming call was cast across the motherland; a call for freedom was issued
My people`s hearts became a group of lions, their hearts swelling with pride
White is the color of those who started the first and second world war
White is the color inflicting social injustice, instigating a social stereotype
White is the color of the truly wicked, the color of the third Reich
White is the color of the ashes left behind in Hiroshima and Nagasaki
White is the color of those who lynched my American brothers and sisters
White is the color of the Nazi and the Ku Klux Klan
Yet white is ironically the color of peace, love and tolerance
White is the color of shameful men, the color of a cancer with no treatment
White is the color of those whose power is dwindling with each decade
White is the color of the weak
White is the color of those drained of life, those ruled by death
White is the color of those defeated by true freedom
Categories:
small minded, race,
Form:
Sonnet
When it takes certain darkness to truly see light,
or a butterflies wings flap can swing with great might,
Dare say true pleasure's joys purely present through pain,
Too then can we assume even true soul's paired fight?
I have a dear friend who's as loved as a brother,
as quick as a whip with his mind in the gutter
With Me! And that humor sick dark like my mother's,
No never would I ever trade for another!
Small minded to promise our path never falters,
That voices at decibels shake the still waters
Still this small promise kept, that our rage ne'er striker
To you love stays loyal, and always will fight for
Categories:
small minded, anger, destiny, devotion, future,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
He came from a distant galaxy
On his way to planet Earth,
he stopped over to visit Mars
but didn’t like the atmosphere
No clubs, outdoor concerts or studios
and just a few microscopic life forms,
thus the audiences were rather sparse
They were rather small-minded as well
and did NOT appreciate his music…
He couldn’t stay here very long either
The Polaris Council advised him to leave
(Many other galaxies to visit ya know)
However, I MAY have some good news
There’s an outside chance he may return
When he thinks we are ready…
Categories:
small minded, music, planet, science,
Form:
Narrative
Rare, natural, unblemished, lasting and profound
Beauty is penned, defined and crooned
From poets, authors, artist and strangers
Described in depth, penned to death,
Setting standards unreachable by the masses.
Products slathered, potions swallowed, scalpels wielded
Suctioned and enhanced to have a chance
In a world so small minded and superficial
Seeking an approved, natural look
From the very masses that sit in self help classes.
Time creeps up, with gravities silent pull
Stripping the unnatural lifts, tucks and additions
Gone are the showpieces, the odes of the poet
Forgotten by the masses attending their classes
Artificial beauty, behind walls free of mirrored glasses.
Categories:
small minded, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Of all the things I learned in School
Empire was the thing that most touched me
At first I was seduced by stories being told
Of how great the British empire used to be .
Then I started reading, Doing my research
Pretty soon my feelings began to change
To rule another people by the imposition of your will
To me began to feel a little strange .
I think it was the moment I read of Boudica
and the rising of her small Iceni tribe
Revolting against oppression , Rape and cruelty
Despite paying every Roman tax and bribe.
I understood her feeling,
I know I would feel the same
Revulsion and revenge
Would soon replace the shame .
I don't understand your culture
So you must submit to mine
That is what empire building
Brought to a child's mind.
greed and acquisition
Driving the ambition of small minded fools
Who will rule by imposition
Those who would not be ruled.
These things I told my teacher
As I put my history books away
My feelings about empire
Remain the same today.
Categories:
small minded, student,
Form:
Verse
I am woman …
WOMAN
Of Congo,
Chewed,
Spat out,
And bestowed with straw basket
To fetch water.
You set upon us
Wild dogs,
Stretching our legs wide,
Ripping out our genitals and dignity
To nurse your children’s
Craving.
‘fore you design gods;
Ones who create dolts,
Small-minded folks,
And feast on minerals –
Congo was a lady
And I … I am
WOMAN,
Strong black woman.
I bought some views
On black market;
They are rare commodities,
Sat down with glass of nsamba
on the rocks
And seriously contemplate …
It is hard to buy
Black market stuff;
We are set up
To think
East is inferior to west,
Barring them Europeans
Who broke their necks
To dwell in Canaan.
One thing is for sure,
They alleged a better name
And substitute
The ones we were given;
Those with implications.
Oh, what things we see
When we start looking
From our own eyes.
I am WOMAN …
Woman alone
And taken against my desire,
Ravished by the corporations;
The gods who create your children
I am WOMAN,
Woman from Congo.
Categories:
small minded, angst, daughter, depression, hope,
Form:
Free verse
You hoped the nasty words you said to me would hurt me so much that like a turtle,
I would go into a permanent shell.
My parents told me not to give a bully that kind of satisfaction. From all the nasty words
you said, guess what? I'm not feeling that bad at all. In fact, I'm doing quite well.
Yes, your nasty words hurt me at first, just as you wanted them to.
I'm lucky to have parents, responsible adults, and even other kids, who showed me how to
handle bullies like you.
I don't care what you do anymore. I really don't care what you say.
Your nasty words cannot hurt me again. You tried putting me down, but with help from
others, I've been lifted up in every way.
I see you as a small-minded bully, with no positive direction.
I also see you as a kid who could be nice and kind to others, if you decide to change
your intentions.
Just in case you refuse to change and continue with your bullying ways, declaring that's
just how it's going to be,
I'm going to do all I can to spread my knowledge to as many kids as I can. Then the
next kid you try to bully, hopefully, will confidently say to you, "Your nasty words
cannot hurt me."
Al Johnson
Categories:
small minded, anti bullying, bullying, education,
Form:
Rhyme
His last days
in his dreams
in Jamaica mon
The capital Kingston
He prayed to the heavens
Gods only laughed
in the Caribbean waves
as this small minded
prang called
the pond of frogs
glorious
Categories:
small minded, 10th grade, 1st grade,
Form:
Free verse
Born Norma Jean Mortensen
Marilyn was a singing, poetry writing and acting American
Born and raised in L. A., Miss Monroe
Grew in in foster homes
Growing up, her world was grim
To escape, she learned to pretend
Far from flattering
Starting out with very low salaries
Becoming top 100 movie stars of all time
Yet gone too soon while still in her prime
Sexiest female movie star of all time
Classic shape of 37-23-36
Small minded men, only thinking of sex
Over 600 books written about her
Who know that she was a stutterer?
She said you can't curl up with money at night
Without a real soulmate, that sure is right
Hollywood pays you $50,000 for a kiss
Get out of line, you get dismissed
And 50 cents for your soul
Your life never whole
Big breasts, big butt, big deal
Ignore my body, look at my skill
People would always stop and stare
Follow the rules, you get no where
Finding out who she really was, people never bothered
Doing that was way too awkward
It's not easy being a star
Fame is fickle, fame is like caviar
It's good, but not damned everyday
She said drugs pull you down, always making you pay
A candle in the wind
Associating with the wrong kind of friends
She knew in the end
Diamonds are not necessarily a girl's best friend
It was a tragic loss
When she faced the double cross
Barbiturates administered by bastards, bigots and bandits
Given chloral hydrate
By her fake date
Homicide
Making it look like suicide
Disappearing tissue samples
What other evidence was trampled?
Finding eavesdropping devices in every room of her house
She wasn't married so it wasn't her spouse
Imagination?
Speculation?
Or true realization?
Categories:
small minded, beautiful, celebrity, life, money,
Form:
Heroic Couplet
Her smug smile smacked of smarminess,
Smouldering with self-smiting spite,
Her smartness smothered by smooth smirks
Was smashed to smoky smithereens.
12/03/17
Categories:
small minded, jealousy,
Form:
Alliteration
Tribe
~~~~~
The greatest hallmark of my sacred tribe
Is one of profound pride and an irresistible strength
To overcome any obstacle
Descended of Shoshone, Choctaw, and the motherland
From across the Atlantean ocean
Genealogy reveals a touch of Mediterranean and French
One glance speaks volumes a most favorable blend of DNA
Revered by the wise and despised openly by the jealous and weak
Regardless, those of this breed stand tall and proud each day
The mantles they wear and have worn are many and varied of
Value and meaning to scores protectors, teachers, sensei, and sage
The small minded man things seek to discredit and taunt
What they could never hope to be or understand
Refusing the gift of transcending evolution
I'm so blessed, just as you but I must not linger in the filth of anger
And self consuming hatred
I offer you a smile and a gift, forgiveness of the sin perhaps that
Of your progenitors
A simple yet defining word, ignorance
No delusions of greatness just a charge to keep
Spoken to me mere moments ago by an angel in the flesh
If I so choose at last I am truly worthy
So come with me now the past is a memory
Promise of a better future is yours within this tribe.
Categories:
small minded, educationme,
Form:
Prose Poetry