Best Unintelligent Poems
"kamikaze"
Isn’t it odd
how you always gravitate back to me,
I circle your mind like a helicopter
you watch me
like a moth
attracted to flames,
lit in succulent tender air waves
the others will state their absolute grievances,
it’s a force majeure for preconceived
unaccountable and unavoidable catastrophes
but We,
persist, We,
kamikaze
all artificial
and unintelligent,
other side of the wall
reasoning
bows,
to Love,
always
Love,
gravitates,
persists,
calls us all in
just as debutantes,
there We are,
our insides shining out,
illogically
semi-public
so un-upperclassed,
We are, barefeet dancing
under eye-glass boiling,
serious insects
quartered illogically
'neath microscope petri'd
kamikaze
Love
calls Us all in
debutantes
illogically
troped
“Juliet is the Sun!”,
espouses Romeo;
little does he know,
She is more
than a
soft black-holed velvet galaxy
She's a
Universe, diamond sharp
turned inside out
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Being black is not just a figure of speech
Its a noun, adj., & knowing when & when not to turn the other cheek
Many pioneers has lived with the mis representation
While some died fighting to end the civil frustrations
Being black isn't as bad as it may look
Our physical properties don't represent the makings of a crook
Our natural elements are sustainability & resilience
Our original nature made us uniquely
Brilliant enough to handle our own responsibilities
Our culture is design to shine bright so that everyone can see
The Afro American culture sets the tone for a concrete society
And need no help to raise our family
just equality
Even with methods that was used to torment us
"We shall overcome" was a phrase that helped boost us
"By any means necessary" we struggled through the turmoil
Once we began to re "know thyself" the bigots of the world started to boil
Then had to recognize our true uniting potentials
They psychologically uses entertainment to convince us
And install hate inside our mental
Through dis associating our past & segregating our class
Degenerating our creative intentions
Re imagining our mind with criminal inscriptions
So Trust
All we got is us
Our ingredients posses spiritual reasons to teach
They figure since we was enslaved & freed
Afro Americans wouldn't know how to reach
We paved the way to preach
So to prove their unintelligent
They dictated our intellectual & spiritual nature by the color of our butts
Pardon my speech
Incineration of Love God Madan (Cupid) 17
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.
Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.
Hindi Title ‘Madan Dahan’17
Remaining unintelligent beings,
Are governed by instincts,
They cannot be destroyed,
By the mad passion of Cupid.
But man achieved intelligent,
With super life of creature,
Has also acquired powers,
Which made him super being.
Influenced by delusion,
The creator of sins,
Would become mad with passion,
To get perished totally.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 8th May 2012.
To continue…..
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Legend says their eyes are the gateways to their kind, gentle souls,
They give sight to the blind and help the wheelchair bound run again,
They find the lost and heal the sick,
They are the best listeners and teachers,
Ive seen this majestic creature save a child before he had a seizure,
My own life has been saved by these Gentle giants,
They seek a true life long friendship and love from us,
Sometimes they are misunderstood as aggressive, dangerous or unintelligent,
This is so far from the truth,
As a wise cowboy once said " there are no bad horses, just horses with bad expiernces and habits",
they need a friend who is compatible with their personality to handle them and love them,
they all deserve a second chance like they have given us,
now its our turn to save them like they have saved us,
its time for us to be the horses guardian angles.
Copyright ©2014 MeganHuntington
Our appearance
said we are
intelligent
and our attitude
applauded more.
Yes,that is
extremely
unprecise.
Now is the hour for
action.
Pick pencil,pen and
paper
that we may know
the Lionel Messi
that will have the
golden boot.
You thought you are
the Shakespeare
or the John Dalton
of science,
Your hand must tell.
You must be like
Trajon.
If you made pillow
and bed
your best friends,
do you think you are
the one
to get the pin inside
a deep blue sea?
Answers won't fall
like manna,
unless you seek it
earlier.
We all are not
unintelligent.
But that alone can't
give success.
For success is
determination
and determination
is success.
The need to be as
determined as WWE
Taker
is necessary for the
being first.
If any question is
hard out to crack,
we too must be as
stubborn as ram.
Among the billions
of us,one is require.
Then,the rest will
kiss the ground.
Display your talent
for even when you
fail
"a bull will be given
to you"
Being in the mind of a savage.
All I know is how to act ferociously.
Manipulating the minds of the weak, fearful, and the victims.
Beating them into submissive.
Emasculating the strongest, just to see him break.
Dismiss him of his role, and never to see his family again.
Being in the mind of a savage.
I destroy, divide, and conquer.
tearing families apart.
Over yonder, as they scream,
begging to be saved
but nobody hears them.
Breaking the spirits of the koons, mannu, aunty, sambo,
and the uncle toms, as they all have a common factor.
They're all nostalgia.
The animal within me is untamed, uncontrollable, and inhumane.
I'm superior by nature, at least what I see.
Being in the mind of a savage.
What you call crimes are white privileges to me,
justification, rationalisation, & beliefs
set me free each time.
All I know is to kill, steal, destroy, & reverse the cycle of genetics.
I changed their culture,
to fear, tough love, attitude, punishment, violence & a career.
Sabotage the mind, break em' down, then bob the builder em'.
When you stop em' for believing in themselves,
oppression appears.
Being in the mind of a savage.
Other savages, keep em' isolated, uneducated, impoverished and oppressed. There's a few who escapes but we own them too.
We love to be entertained, as we mock, advertise, and stereotype em'. Less sensation and lacking sensitiveness
in the terminal fibers, keeps me acting viciously.
Unintelligent, laziness, frightfulness, ignorance, backwardness, violent, inarticulate, sexual frustrated, hunger, inattentive, unable to control themselves, & in care of, are all the signs of a n****.
Created a cultural matrix of positive
and negative feelings for me,
and each time, I justify my actions by logical reasoning with em'.
Ohhh, forgiving are they. Just to do it once more, and that once more became many more.
Being in the mind of a savage.
If any shall become bold, intimidating or become a threat, we shall lynch you.
Propaganda, genocide, & economics are all profits for the savages.
Paternalism plays a major role as
terrorizing and restrain are easily justified.
Keep em' from achieving social equality
as they become more bumptious on the streets.
Being in the mind of a savage.
IT’S WHAT IT IS …
If every day you sleep in church; you may not know God
You are not necessarily spiritual; but you are pious
If you’ve grade 99.9%, you’re not most educated; but you’ve first class
You are what you are, and it’s what it is
When she exhibits temperance, then she is neither lustful nor concupiscent
When she’s apparently courageous, she’s neither hotheaded nor irascible
When she adds reason in action, oh yes she be prudent
She is what she is, and it’s what it is
Because he drives he is a driver
And in so far as he plays the flute, ‘flutist’ captures him
Because he plays well the inflated round leather, dub him a footballer
For that is what he is, and it’s what it is
Assuming I be easily deceived and very unintelligent; am foolish and simpleton
What if I be a schmuck or schnook, pity me for I am stupid!
Honest description depicts reality; but malevolent eulogies do not
They give either sheer flattery or mere insults; all in all, it is what it is
Yes! You’re good, because you are
You’re bad, just because you really are
Always, words may not express aptly
But come what may, it’s what it is!
Halloween is not just for kids...
what about those gorgeous pets
that we snuggle, love, kiss and willfully spoil?
Shouldn't they have their own
special Howlween and Meowween
with treats never tasted in a bright party hall?
I love pets as you all do, and with loving and tender care
I spoil them with warm clothes and matching shoes;
a wool hat and tiny gloves to keep them from frost!
Look at them, aren't they adorable and look sharper
than the less-loved pets that are bored with their blues?
Can you compare a well-groomed one to a scruffy one?
On this coming Halloween, dress up your pets for success,
disregard the dumb looks of certain unintelligent folks,
they never see humor in anyone or anything, and they can't laugh
at these cuties that have a ton of affection on their mellow faces;
what would they do to be patted or be cuddled in their embrace?
They would give them their howleen and neowween for a soft caress!
And on every street people walk their dogs and cats dressed like mine,
what a surprise to watch this parade of adorable pets that look up and smile!
They will never know who was the genius behind all this, but gently and happily they stroll!
So who's to say that Halloween isn't for them? They're like our children who delight our soul!
And on each Halloween night, let them out, and let them do their Howlween and Meowween,
to enjoy the Halloween celebration, but tomorrow they'll not remember where they had been!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
My beat heart beats
Like a ticking time bomb
Ready to deplete
Ready to compete
With all the other
lonely hearts club bands
To try to withstand
All the pressurized unintelligent formal
Untrue truths that measure my informal being among this simplicit surface I stand upon
The pitter patter of my irregular heart
Sounds like taps when death finally does us part
I would give you my advices
If they weren't overpowered with spices
And things. Believe me, I hold
No control over these bold
Statements I make, nor the clever
Phrases and quips. I have never
Told a story of my own imagination—
No, 'tis the work of some abomination
Running amok in our sad homes.
They carry foreign, mysterious tomes
Filled with ghastly images and
Recipes for the witches' gnarly hands:
Indeed, a witch would benefit from
These outlandish ingredients, some
So abhorrent I dare not say their
Names aloud. But alas, they are,
At the same time, wonderful items—
Spices and things—bizarre and exciting:
They provide a necessary embellishment
To the newly made unintelligent—
We call them newborns, for they eat all,
So why not tell a story for them all,
About dragons and knights and the blood
Of the hopelessly valiant in the mud
Where their decaying corpses lie.
Spices and things—to show the fly
That is shooed away by the fairy
So that she may revive him and be merry.
And all the world's a miser, but who
Must know? We promise you will never know.
Drink this, or eat that—it is delicious.
None of it at all is remotely malicious.
It is soul-cleansing and stomach-filling,
Bad only for the vision you're killing,
For who must know? It is not needed.
Take root in the head I have seeded,
O Truth, so flexible, so malleable,
But not in the least detrimental.
Truth likes spices and things, she does.
Boys and girls, you and I, she loves,
She feeds us, clothes us, kills us
On the day we are called, the Day of Lust,
When we fight for our afterlives,
Be it Heaven, or Hell. It is a beehive
Of swirling angels and demons
That vie for our trust—daughters and sons,
The parents care not, for Truth doe say,
With much spices and things, that away,
Up high or far below, both are right,
Because both are eternal; both are a light.
REPETITION Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, and Part 5
REPETITION
Two sides to
The never ending story -
I am unable to let end -
OF
A well educated, upper class,
POLISH PRINCESS,
A real Beauty,
and that of
an uneducated, low class,
unintelligent, Canadian derelict.
A Frog!
Follow the journey of these two in poetry and prose.
Much of, is from the perception /perspective of the Frog.
The Princess has provided very little information.
A lot of insight though.
This journey ( if interested ) you will have to take on my blog - B. J. "A" 2-anold soul.blogspot.com - for it is far to much to include - put on this site. Thank you all, who have taken the time to read my ramblings, my insanity.
REPETITION
Two sides to
The never ending story -
I am unable to let end -OF
A well educated, upper class,
POLISH PRINCESS,
A real Beauty,
and that of
an uneducated, low class,
unintelligent,Canadian derelict.
A Frog!
Follow the journey of these two in poetry and prose.
Much of, is from the perception /perspective of the Frog.
The Princess has provided very little information.
A lot of insight though.
This journey ( if interested ) you will have to take on my blog - B. J. "A" 2-anold soul.blogspot.com - for it is far to much to include - put on this site. Thank you all, who have taken the time to read my ramblings, my insanity.
>>1111>>MY WRITINGS GARMENTS<<1111<<
Wo! Unto the man who stands
And asserts that my writing intends,
To relate only commonplace things,
And secular narratives,
It’s not even relative,
For if it were so,
You would want to know,
That in the present times,
Yeah I’m telling you this within a rhyme as I’m sitting,
Likewise a writing might be written as I’m living,
And given with more attractive narratives.
Now I’m sick of all the arguments,
The narratives of my writings are its garments,
Come on readers I want to hear your comments!
Cause he who thinks these garments are the writing itself,
Doesn’t have true wealth and needs some,
They need to run and deserve to perish because they are dumb,
And have no share in the world to come.
Wo! unto the fools who look no further when they see an elegant robe!
Stagnant, mentally unfit to find answers across the globe, dimwit!
More valuable than the garment is the body which carries it,
Take note to the following, I recommend wisdom to everybody,
More valuable even than that is the soul which animates the body,
Cause fools only see the garments of my writings,
The more intelligent see the body, it’s more enticing,
Get with my writings, inviting anybody and all,
The wise see the soul, and take it personal,
And go on seeing its proper being, on a higher level,
In this current time we have been dealt,
The “Upper Soul” of my writings will stand revealed and felt.
These words are not mine and don’t dwell as a belief system in my mind,
This allegorical narrative is knowledge intertwined,
With tricks and how to learn to be quick,
Mentored by enlightened Semitic Jewish mystics,
You’re unintelligent, always quit, internally sick,
You’re wanting the mindset of being awake and conscious,
But you can’t reach what you’re after, its above you and afar,
Because you don’t have basic knowledge of the Zohar.
Note: These "Freestyles Filed" are pieces quickly written, with a time limit for each line and no editing. Similar to freestyle raps but instead straight onto paper.
** FREESTYLES FILED ** 01 **
Multiple personalities flourish positively onto my paper,
Like vapor I sometimes try to escape and disappear,
But the glare from the light is near while my mind appears,
Steered by forces deployed to mend through what’s written by this pen,
Now my imagination is open to intuition,
Diminishing old ways that I don’t want to stay,
Hopefully I hope, because the only way is hard to play in this world wide monopoly,
Leaving properly is only done consciously while hearing divine rhymes that kiss the heart with awareness,
Knowing super bliss will never be achieved in this lifetime because of no collective oneness,
Put to rest beliefs like this, they miss the target so minds starve of what’s needed,
So read this over and over, understand most minds are frozen,
Unaware on cruise control with no actual higher movement,
Bent over with heads in the sand speaking unintelligent rants, small like ants,
Instead grow like a plant, exhale a breath and confess our perceptions have been dressed by the unaddressed,
Best known by their actions causing mess,
Everywhere in this game of chess blessed by upheaval of the devil,
Minds driven by devilish drives of desire that are opposite to higher learning,
Overturning false truths seeing actuality in a reality that acts like a virus,
I see this, live within this, understand this!
Quincy Mac
Date Written: 24.5.2016
Being incarcerated in my prime.
Constantly following the wrong crowd.
Not making me or my family proud.
Constantly listening to any unintelligent individual.
Who doesn't care if my life becomes miserable.
Constantly not gaining education.
To gain the world appreciation.
Constantly making negative decisions.
That leads to death and prisons.
Constantly going through uneccessary pain.
That no one would ever wish to obtain.
Constantly accepting defeat.
Being to lazy to lift myself back on my own two feet.
Constantly looking for an easy route.
That leads to an endless drought.
Constantly not listening to people advice.
That doesn't even cost a price.
Constantly robbing myself of success.
Not living up to my absolute best.
Constantly being involve in crime
Is not worth my time.