Imbecilic Poems | Examples

Oblivion

Billions of galaxies,
Plenty of planets,
Moons and suns,
Unfathomable stars,
Bountiful black holes,
Drastic darkness,
Yet on this esoteric earth
My minute head is
Filled with frivolous 
And quizzical questions,
“What should I have for dinner?”
“Am I going to be a winner?”

Funny how we take everything 
For granted guilelessly,
The thing we call life,
Feels like a distraction sometimes,
Birthdays, weddings, anniversaries, funerals,
Imbecilic circle,
Just like a circus,
Fathers on hamster wheels,
Mothers on tea cup rides,
Children on roller coasters,
Is life a distraction from life?

Free will is another topic 
Of a mystery map to 
Deeply dive in and discover
That all that matters is 
The clouds in your coffee,
The sun in your pancakes,
And the moon in your pain au chocolat.

but his Ideas are so Weird

Ivan an industrious inventor was labelled imbecilic by some
They thought his ideas bizarre, strange, weird, crazy and dumb
Not one single original idea in any of their feathered heads
He became a billionaire when he invented his interactive dog beds.

Alexander Buffalo

Alexander buffalo can’t dance even for grass.
His imbecilic jitterbug keeps leaving many nimble organists perplexed
Quickstepping really scares the unprepared viewer
While Xander yells, ‘Zumba!’

An Illusion

We are a species gnawing at the roots of existence, hellbent on self-immolation, our every endeavor a funiculus of futility. The argent legacy of our forebears, squandered by imbecilic hands that molded us into hollow effigies, devoid of essence, yet rictus-grinning with vacuous ignorance.

Fear, the petrifying shackles that bind us, rendering us ciphers of compliance, indentured servants to the whims of the elected elite. We toil, mesmerized by the tintinnabulation of trinkets, and the numeric abstractions that promise ephemeral solace, but deliver only eternal enslavement.

We are fallen titans, parasitic echoes of greatness, our nebulous dreams reduced to flickering embers, as we succumb to the siren's song of servitude.

Worst of all someone is reading this right now thinking I am gloomy and need to smile, but can’t say I am wrong, my question to you is, your joking right?

She Was Simple Aye

 


And believed people had integrity.
She took their words as verily true
The innocent fool, aye, she has much to rue.

That afternoon, in deep confusion cried,
As though her heart was gnawed by a rat.
She realized she had to live in mortal combat.

To trust never again another living soul.
Slam all windows shut, then chain the doors.
Her belief in her fellow man was never more.

That imbecilic fool, with mind made of mush.
We, here to crush you, making people think you be ill!
While we take joy, preparing your violet-lined coffin!
On a bare, ice-covered, windy, gray hill.





3/7/2023

A Haughty Nation

Haughty Nation 

“They crap in our forest”, a young man yelled
the Roma people had pitched a tent near the woods
where people of this tolerant nation go hunting.
They came here the people from afar to seek work
but are usually met with contempt and mistrust.
They came in the hope of getting a share 
in this nations’ largesse, but ran into racism
unbecoming pride like it was their cleverness 
that brought up oil from the bottom of the sea.
Now, instead of being unassuming, they became  
reactionaries giving pompous advice to less
fortunate countries.
“They crap in our forest”, nourishing an imbecilic 
nation, that due to undeserved riches has lost
contact with reality and a kind- heart- ness.

I Hear the Ambulances

so often now
Boris the imbecilic
non party go
cry if you want too
you would cry too
if you happened to you
One kicking cat
one a rapist
i would vow never
to kick a ball again
The cheeks have turned
and i have cricked my neck
Andrew guilty but still they give him shelter
No wonder Harry got to
Fork my lines like a L
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A Sim
a lea
similarly assimilate a simile
S------------------------e it can get worse
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well going by our history
i am ashamed there is a you and me
i hope the cats and dogs reign
shh there goes another squealing
songs of panic
too late
or just too soon

Unmasking the Masquerade

Copycat Chinstrap penguins I see you everywhere,
In shopping malls on buses mocking our precious air, 
Why wear a mask underneath your chin,
Then go about in public donning an imbecilic grin,

Maybe I’m missing something the gills on your neck,
No I’m sure only fish have them, last time I checked, 
Tracheostomy covers masking up your tubes, 
Dimwits would you wear knickers on your boobs,

But hey it’s ok, nobody will ever notice, 
Thinking we’re all dumb as you, theres the real injustice.

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Old Habits Die Hard

Got to hold it together, try to keep my cool, 
Even when dealing, with imbecilic fools,
Should know better, but they freak me out,
When in the wrong, they just scream and shout,

My problem is, I won’t back down,
Especially if right, and dealing with clowns,
Should I be the one, to hold my tongue,
Guess it all stems, from when I was young, 

Always had to, stand up for myself,
Show any weakness, get beaten up, no help,
That’s my dilemma, remains with me today, 
I’m wiser now, still can’t turn the other way,

Hold your ground, never let bullies off, scot-free,
Face them down, no good cowards, you’ll see,
Only seek easy targets, to punch below the belt,
Fight back hard you Lion, watch their bravado melt. 

By
David Kavanagh

Insult Added To Injury and Purjury

Insult Added To Injury and Perjury

Trump was an insult added to injury,
And person who  committed perjury;
A total insult,
Is final result,
And his imbecilic brain needs surgery.

Jim Horn

Sustaining Secretive Solitudes

I put aside my heart where love betrays the nestled night,
And egotistical echoes fall short in their submissive stagger…
Sanctioned solitudes fill the antagonizing abrasive air,
As my eyes stare through the never-ending vapourific voids.

The essence of the love I held extinguishes upon existence,
Like a severed statuesque Idol I only feel the empty now…
My tangled tears run dry for I cannot wilfully weep,
Only the lachrymose rain supports me with solace.

Now stands before you the rigamortis ruins left to rot,
No sounds I hear, only entombments of a chambered heart…
No words I speak, enslaved by illusionary imbecilic love,
I am lost in the wandering wilderness of non-existence.




Aug.31.2019
Silence Poetry 
Sponsored by: Silent One


Music...Butterfly Waltz
Music that will make you cry...
Piano & Cello duets...2013
With a female virtual voice

Placed 2'nd...Thank You

Born To Dance

I danced a dance, not danced before,
the masses beamed in admiration.
Flames of passion slid along the dance floor,
as my body floated like a possessed butterfly.

But the gingerbread people, old, fat and fickle,
pointed fingers asking for me to dance no more!
Their envious eyes burned with jealousy,
as they were incapable of coping with my fire.
Afraid I would pour hot water on them,
they began to shun me against the masses.
The ignorant followed suit, but the dancers knew better.

Hypocritical gingerbread people then began to dance,
their moves had no co-ordination, no rhythm,
it was sadly a pathetic display of imbecilic prancing!
The masses laughed and mocked, poor hypocrites,
crumbling gingerbread', crumbled into pieces,
their taste so sour, crowds puked with antipathy!

Hypocrites still try to dance today,
guess practice makes perfect - right?
I continue to dance my dance,
in a rainbow of styles, bringing delight.

When you are born to dance,
the heart will make those feet move!!

Wilting Beneath Withered Wishes

Drained and dried by life then left to die
She lived to love; but oft was left to cry
Counseled to carry on she continues 
Shriveling as to She'ol her heart schuss

Holding on to hopes a hazard in her eyes
Immature and imbecilic it implies
Weary from wishing an end to her woe
she shelters her shredded spirit in shadow

Without febrility from festering passions to foil
unavowed feelings wilt under burnt umber soil 
As expectation of love's exalted expressions fades 
desires deaden; in desperation she no longer wades

03/25/2018

No Title

I do not bewail the transient era that is youth. For in it, I was blind to the grandeur that is life. I was ignorant to love, and incognizant to its importance. Beholden to no strength, nor wisdom, nor virtue, I possessed no constitution that would urge nor encourage me to continue to love, even in the depths of loves absence. My existence bore no understanding of the gravity of human life, the influence of trust, nor the sageness of compassion. Tomorrow was assumed to be guaranteed and there was no urgency to my short time alive. All that was before mine eyes, the air in my lungs, those who stood beside me and those now gone, were all taken for granted. Tonight, these hot sea winds blow the amber coals of my cigarette back upon my face as unwelcomingly as the unwanted memories of my imbecilic youth. It miss it not. Let the clock spin. Bring me those ephemeral decades, for they only make the wine taste sweeter.

Warning - Too Late To Viv's Party

The warning on a thermometer states
'do not use orally after using rectally'
listen, i'm not saying people are stupid,
but let them shove it and sort itself out
better said, 'do not stick where the
 sun don't shine', you imbecilic ****'!

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