Buffoons Poems | Examples

God has given me many talents

I am a cartoonist; have been drawing them since I could hold a crayon.
I will dabble them on paper, cardboard, metal, wood, and rayon.
But I did not know until I was over sixty that I am also a painting fool.
I did not learn anything about either from a mentor or any school.

In ten years I have painted over sixteen hundred of my cartoons.
enough stacked in my garage to make me one of several buffoons.
sure, I am a writer too, and a poet, especially fond of rhyming.
things have come to me automatically, not my own idea or timing.

God has graced me with many talents, and I am overjoyed with His grace.
If I did not take advantage of these gifts, I would feel like a disgrace.

SpLuTteReR

With every word you utter,
there you go you splutter,
thanks to my old ears,
I can hardly hear,
your yelling and ugly,
maybe dear your hungry.

I never argue with buffoons,
they'll waste your afternoons,
I've learned this over the years,
It's good that I can't hear,
so splutter away my dear.

Two Buffoons

  One is over-senile
    the other over-penile

  One opens our borders
    the other issues loyalty orders  

  Our execrable Presidential candidates
    presage a once-great country’s fate

  Two utter buffoons America rushes to nominate
    ~ I think on my ballot I’ll regurgitate

Who Can Fault That?

Casual lion lounges in his 70’s jacket
It is made of velvet, not velveteen
Softer than his mane if you can believe it
We wait for his words of wisdom
He is the king of beasts and of the forest

The waiting goes on for a long time
He has relinquished his rights to hyena
The animal who thinks everything is funny
Who can fault that? Asks the zebra.
More evidence that…
buffoons and clowns always run for office.

Field and Hedgerow

Let's entertain no doubt.  This book was ,
but birthdays come around, and must be feted.
Five brothers and one sister celebrated
each other's anniversaries.  Close-knit
would hardly do us justice.  When you fit
into the world around you, predicated
on shared assumptions, fine.  I knew we grated
on all our neighbours, weren't identikit
buffoons.  That drew us closer, you'll allow.
Each birthday, one same present overlapped.
We each got "Field and Hedgerow" (kids adapt
when they've got nothing).  But I vow
I'd love to give that present, poorly-wrapped
in flimsy Woolworth paper, to them now.

Balloons

Why is every child so fascinated
By what is clearly just a bag of air?
Flimsy bits of rubber when deflated
Can cause a feeling of delight to flare.

Perhaps it’s a matter of gravity
And how they seem to flaunt natural law.
They way they bounce and float: a sight to see.
So, maybe that is why they inspire awe.

In fact, I have seen children o’ercome fear
To try to gain the strange, peculiar toy
And to the dreaded clown draw ever near
Then rush off with the object of their joy.

They look at us as if we are buffoons…
If we don’t know why they love their balloons.


2/9/23
Written for Balloons poetry contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco

Balloons

Balloons, bolix!
A ghostly flight…
A fight for airspace…
So much air…blowhard.
To sail the seas of America’s skies…
Look down upon the stretch of land.
It landed,
on the eyes of the Montanans.

Balloons, buffoons!
A clownish cloud
passing off a Casper-guise.
A surprise visit from Uncle Xi.
Tea cups fragile…weather balloon,
my $@#.

Balloons, BS!
Talk talk talk
of the atmosphere,
holding the rotund idol up there.
He won’t fall from his pedestal
on his own. 

Balloons, asail!
Assailing, assaulting,
insulting. Assyria &
Babylon held ear
to the breakdown
of God’s people
elsewhere.

Balloons, bah-humbug!
Best pay heed.
Don’t get bested.
Poke holes in the intentionality.

2/7/2023
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco

Grandmas Wishes

I do not want a bunch of crying or sadness Grandma said.
Release a bunch of balloons and sing upbeat songs when I am dead.
We grandchildren all heard her say it a million times.
She sang it and wrote poetry about it and put it in rhymes. 

I do not want a headstone, they are creepy she told us.
You can remember me other ways, but don’t make a fuss.
Play Puff the Magic Dragon. Don’t become grouchy grief buffoons. 
So today we said good bye to grandma, releasing her balloons.

More Shrewdness

A long time has passed while these spectacular seasons 
continue to renew themselves unlikely dormant awareness;       
images of the past clout me on the head 
and rebuke me for having failed to use
more shrewdness and applied more sense:
many pitfalls and grievances I would have avoided!

My ideas were empirically estranged from reality,
no egotism was meant to underestimate pity;
frailty was a sign of vulnerability and confined
my thinking that wasn't clear but hypothetical,
endless times I sat down and pondered how pathetical
I seemed to bellow in self-doubt, being unhindered! 

Is hindrance an obstacle or a warning to safeguard?
Is indulgence a pleasure or a condemnable sin?
Not using more shrewdness is a definite sentence
that will make life a wreck, not a paradise instead;
would one rather be unblemished or show a frown?
Only buffoons embrace idiocy and adopt pretense!

The Ungrateful Dead

Oh say can you see the land of the freebie 
and the home of the ungrateful bleating
where borders are blown wide open by vote vamps 
to the glee of coyotes -desperados -the depraved..
Stars and stripes replaced by the heartless-shooting blanks
where elitist stick shanks into the faith of good people
who're deemed racist for standing for a starry banner.. disgraced-

The trinity was tossed long ago into cancel culture canyon
were last seen thumbing it down route 666 in a flash flood
as the cultists put another bullet in honest Abe's head
while looters and rioters and cop killers were martyred 
working class stiffs were slit open- bled out from either end...
into the collection plate of the jackass-fascist and Uncle Sham...
where goodness was woven into the fabric of evil and mayhem
upon burning looms of crooked buffoons and bull horn goons...
in the land of the freebie and the home of the ungrateful dead-

Circus Business

Office 
              crazy, demented 
          maddening, unsettling 
 pranksters, buffoons, mimes, fools 
           provoking, disturbing  
                 wild, insane 
                      Circus.

Four Monokus Protrusion of Eyes and Neck

grievance of sordid hourglass, ears prickling
                                       — eyes creep aloft creepy mask

his contrition false
                     — skin crawls as if consuming hallucinogens

bad enough, silencing of wrinkled smiles
                                     — the time bomb tic-tic-tic boom

stocks made for buffoons
                    — turkey neck gobbled up progenitor’s gravy



                                      3/4/2021

Buffoon Reads History

I met a raccoon with a look so gullible;
Stumbling he came from a jungle called global.

Among the families with a very few high caste,
He lives in the periphery as an utter outcaste.

When asked to describe his present destiny,
He sneered and I said, "For villainy and tyranny". 

His well-dressed ancestors lived in a mansion,
When those baboons began their expansion.

Buffoons have no love for incidents of blood,
So I’ll drop here, I’m sorry, just a tear-flood………

Thus, he has lost his wealth not for any thunder,
But for those ruffians’ out and out plunder.

Now baboons are so rich, but raccoon is so poor,
And they can sing songs, yet he mourns every hour.

If you’d get offended for recalling this history,
I’d drink a pot of toddy and munch a plate of pastry.



Feb. 26, 2021
Biting Satire Poetry Contest

Crash Dummies

Depress gasp peddle
make jest mettle, mannequin IQs
easy to steering will move

Simple-minded plan acceleration,
night shift flux be
turbo stupidity

Oxy dark vacillation
speedily end in
moronic wind tunnel termination

Pulse crash dummies
swerve change rational lanes
dash bored recklessly

Cranial balloon buffoons
always gon fail
those lobby pop quiz pitch tease

Stooge sputtering cartoons
fatally skid sail — 
Icy ad vice was a lemon squeeze

Vacuous palpitations
ventricle bend:
Idiotic windy flummox sensation

Pulse crash dummies
defective air bag manic brag
of vent kill mentality

Empty parking lot feelings
are plastic bosom empathetic tested
Accidental findings be fume ingested,
poser belt fear unfastening

Sift through the scattered remains 
of collateral crash dummies
Tik-tok stamp the carnage strange,
ventriloqi emotional debris

The Inspiration Store

I'm looking for some inspiration
Can you direct me to the Inspiration Store?
Heard they've got some real good bargains
Great ideas never used before!

I don't often need to avail myself
Of this vital and humanitarian service
Been quite prolific in the last few years
But now I'm feeling a wee bit nervous!

It's five minutes before the midnight bell
I've come up dry all the day long
Utter panic has grabbed hold of my brain
Thinking suicide would be wrong!

There's other things besides poetry I'm told
On this great big happy balloon
But none so addictive as making words rhyme
It turns people into silly buffoons!

The Inspiration Store has saved many people
From utter and overwhelming despair
So I guess I'll search Google for all the bargains
Before I totally lose all my hair!

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