Trump should be defeated with truth and democracy
Not with weapons and zealous filled idiocy
Crooks, a young terrorist and short-sighted halfwit
Who sealed Fredonia’s fate and everyone who lives in it
Yalda’s fate that gods, angels, and men can’t outwit
Soon the shouts of people will make the land quake and split
Even if Crooks succeeded in his aim and made it
It would have made Trump into a martyr and spectre
Who even without that gold bold eagle sceptre
Would have his cold presence cover all of Fredonia
And make Fredonia burst into red and blue fire
And another man possessed by the phantom of zeal
Would arise from the ashes and makes Trump’s will real
Categories:
halfwit, america, fate, how i
Form: Rhyme
Intelligence
a number …
never a word
The writer
a halfwit
till viscerally heard
Tomato
tomatto
the pudding unproved
Empirical
nonsense
— the spirit unmoved
(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)
Categories:
halfwit, light, words,
Form: Rhyme
She beside oneself near dark,
She give her smile to flower,
She put her joy to bird,
But She is in river of dark.
She search for light of lamp;
She find someone lighted the lamp,
Suddenly those dark hands blowen off,
She saw a empty face in the mirror.
She tryn to be brawny;
Her whimper is so overhead,
The Darkness is laughing at her,
All the demons despise her.
She kept the faithful fairy and laugh,
She yelled at the hands of duskiness,
And said to the soul;
She is turned out the being halfwit.
Categories:
halfwit, dark, dream, emotions, fate,
Form: Rhyme
he had often aspired to being a jester
the wise one of Tarot land
cheekily dressed with wit on his lips
as of late he has been caught up
in irreverent lies and half-truths
tossed at him in anger and drunken inhibition
and his glittery clothes soaked them up for a while
until he himself imbibed in retribution and pain
a toxic combination of venom and vile
far from the love that still is
distant from kindness and compassion
so much that when he looked into the mirror
a vagrant journeyman of feeling and thought
looked like a lost soul in the middle of nowhere
at first he shrieked and shouted his hurt
refused to believe that he himself had become
much more than numb
was far less innocent than his imagined whistles and bells
deceived him to portray
eventually the halfwit resolved to
accept his own imperfections
and called his purple garments blue and red
for the union was at great danger
violet and lilac notions turned into new ideas
at times his face contorted in horror
his hands portrayed claws
and his mouth vowed to stay mute at times
eventually there was hope
when he realized what to do
and what not to engage with
22nd December 2022
Categories:
halfwit, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
We never thought we would understand
the touches of sarcasm made by each other,
the choices made for each other,
and the horrible love for each other.
We never knew we would stay
in down in the dumps of each other,
while tying the shoes,
while missing the homes.
Words were many, memories are sweet and
You are the grin from cheek to the cheek of mine.
Don’t know, when it will become the same nostalgic…
Don’t know , when you’ll become the same halfwit…
Until then I miss you.
Categories:
halfwit, best friend, cheer up,
Form: Free verse
shot glass empty
spirits dwell in lunatics
the moon is half full
Categories:
halfwit, drink, moon,
Form: Haiku
Agreeable Dawn for a
In though a blade
No other goal .... "Go just bounce around"
Every clump made me haggle with fate
Twinkle in my lips at the end of walk
My magnifiers fall on the bumblebee on Hawkweed
Which throw me to notion of stubborn ethnic group
In COVID war alike poison of weed unnoticed by bee
Like a halfwit mad ,took the pretty from plant
Felt a pricky near my collar
Just gave a Pat and back to force
Clock had done it's work many times
Just a blink to me
Felt something hitchy
Heard the
Every lively throb broke a hailstrome in my skull
Felt hacksaw in my abdomen
Index of my heart gone blanch
Weaping from my throat surrounded the virus
No more blaze just pain
My magnifiers turned to the quarantine bed
Striked a mirth in my lips
Bled raised on my neck
Blaze in eyes ,no more
Just a halter of bumble bee
My defense mechanism showed over perfection
Inoculation of fright flight dominator
CAN MAKE ME ALRIGHT
Categories:
halfwit, destiny, fear, horror, imagination,
Form: Free verse
from the absurd
to utmost sublime
halfwit or coy savant?
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on October 18, 2019 for GET IN TOUCH WITH YOUR ZEN POETRY CONTEST sponsored by RICHARD LAMOUREUX - RANKED 1ST
Categories:
halfwit, confusion, mystery, silly,
Form: Questionku
it destroys it demantels -
solely
in the species of humankind -
throughout periods of existence
the ecstasy of the mind
beyond doubt cupidity of man
never did never will nor can
obtain the saturation point
in which happiness and contentment are joint
a deceptive slant -
having what you want
portraying the emperor over much
not yet enough
in a reign of unlimited boundaries
grants you the life of happiness
the verity of bliss
a philosophy in disguise
hidden in the illusory slant
fooling both halfwit and wise
his perspective man must turn around
before the source of gladness can be found -
that not in greed for gain or gold
but rather in wanting what you hold
Categories:
halfwit, happiness, happy, perspective,
Form: Verse
Get the bridle
aint suicidal, babe get the bridle,
i have to go a riding on me little horse today,
aint no infidiadel aint no Bobby Ridedell,
but me dials a little idle, needs a shave this half a day,
a terrifying slip halfway,
tween knees n hips,
an im sloshing in between an some betwixt,
with this cursing poor halfwit,
am I drowning in the quicksand,
yes that aint the half of it,
the crows are watching stately,
for my carcase to come lately,
for a little bit of chow,
from where they sit,
but starve the crows im gonna,
cos the dozer guy from Mona,
dug me out, he was the owner,
with his D12 called Tom Tit,
just jerked me out a bit,
wheres me bloody horse?
Don
Categories:
halfwit, adventure, me, me,
Form: Rhyme
well p.d.
some poets seem quite insane,
i doubt myself, is it just left brain?
and lonesome helps me write betwixt,
being dumped or just a poor halfwit,
but let poetry explain?
put words out there again.
i see a lot of pain right here,
amongst the soupers words appear,
so i'm not alone in this mist,
here with some lovely loony tics,
sublime....
Don Johnson
Categories:
halfwit, adventure, words,
Form: Rhyme