Fools Poems - Poems about Fools

better ways to heal therapeutic poetry~ a dance of feelings spoken verse trending curbs obsessive impulses~ when we meditate breathe in and speak out demolish your obsessions~ share and overcome ...

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"The Wreath of Chives" is believed to originate from ...

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The world will not be destroyed By nuclear, viruses and diseases But by greedy fools and lunatic leaders Greed and stupidity combined a dangerous threat Create conflicts, wars and destructions Social inequality and environmental problems As long as greed and stupidity exist The world remains fragile and vulnerable To the dangerous stupid and greedy fools The mind should evolve to culture and spirituality Is...

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April Fool’s Day There’s still time to find jokes from think tanks If family offers you a gift say no thanks ...

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Not all old people are wise. Remember fools too grow old. ...

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"Fools Paradise" If you think you're crazy Then are you naturally crazy Or do you just need someone To pointed out.., ---------- If you think you're sane Then are you naturally sane ...

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The rich parade with hollow might, Their gilded thrones, a gaudy sight. They count their coins, yet miss the truth, Wisdom lost to shallow youth. The poor, in envy, curse the game, Chasing dreams that end the same. A life of debt for fleeting show, Trapped in cycles they only grow. The wealthy build their towers high, Yet fear the winds that cloud the...

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Veracious vanity about victories over veils shows vain values corrupted by vicious volatile villains in hopes for votive to vindicate, Grossly gluttons gain grains over gloomy groups of ghastly greiven gulls, Foreign fighting by ferocious foes gets fulfilled here by fat-headed fools fulminating for their unknowing fatalities, Deep dark derivatives of evil dance daily drawing delusional...

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They come to her hungry - hopeful To be fed facile fantasy, a script he held Stowed in boyhood through decades Recessed where sweating shame dwelled Invisible while he achieved accolades Gridiron big man outperform boastful Invited him - initial meeting innocent, ice cream Daddy intrigued by her earnest licking nimble Turquoise tip of nose - How is...

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Without a word we get aboard New lease of life I have to hold You didn’t tell, but it’s okay I knew the schedule for today We’ve got a lot of alco stuff And dainty food, more than enough A few musicians, one plays flute Three others doing strings and lute Monk is the captain, he’s so nice He leads...

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On a ship of fools without direction, Along a circuitous trajection, Sailors from every land and nation Drift not by chart, but hallucination, And their lofty voices, at once speaking A bit louder than the planks are creaking, Floating forever on waves, so giggly, Along a foamy blue course, so squiggly - Or will their cruise end, as the...

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A cat on April Fools’, sleek and cool, Found itself in a rather wet duel. With a splash and a splosh, In a fishbowl, it did wash, Proving even a feline can be a fool!...

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April fools' day - ordinarily all manner of tomfoolery abounds Written/updated since last year unlike any other when out of this world outlandish accouterments people did wear hermetically sealed of even faintest tear to avoid contamination against coronavirus pandemic air supply difficult to spare when wing and prayer soul saving amazing grace frankly against scalpers, marauders, and fraudsters steeling themselves to profiteer. Pandemic straps tightly plied girded...

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You may be very wealthy and powerful, Yet you're doomed to fail like a fool, If you are on the wrong side of history, Where a deep sludgy hole is your final destiny. Hitler at one point found himself on the slippery slope Where he crashed and his neck ended in a rope. He eventually vanished, disappeared and gone Like a flash...

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Faith’s coronet trumpets my quest every day searching the skies and the soul for a way through ubiquitous mire, muck and mud dodging arrows, bullets drones and Scuds Persistence is its own reward, they say though I can’t cook it, drive it, or put it to bed Money...

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