The pinch roller jammed
not good mechanically
pay someone to fix.
The Americans have a government
that's a "carnival of chaos".
Its mistakes and ineptitude
are a study in pathos.
From Venezuela and across
to Iran, they only see loss.
It's a needless war
so why give a toss?
Maybe we should pray
and make a sign of the cross
that, come this November,
they'll just vote out the dross.
Watch two older people
Struggle with technology
When applying for a visa -
Yes, I mean my spouse and me.
You will laugh at their ineptitude
When working on the app
As they try to scan a passport page
And each repeated tap
Is rejected, so they try once more
To find the blasted chip,
Wond’ring if it’s really worth it
To be going on this trip.
If you stick around, you’ll get to see
When they are almost done,
That a message will pop up to say,
As if it’s all been fun,
That there seems to be a problem
So they’ll have to start again.
An emoji for frustration
Might describe what happens then.
Yet, despite their stress, they manage,
Only screaming just a bit,
To complete the forms requested
And successfully submit.
without anchor all ships
sail and without passenger
no captain exists to guide
the dispossessed. Only remains
of Peaceful Assembly can
be glimpsed in the association
of favoritism. A favoritism
of familiarity deflecting contempt
by means of ineptitude.
In this boat that we dwell,
It can be a walk through hell,
Yesterday haunting today,
Today pervaded by sombre rays,
Tomorrow being spun by the unseen.
The world is a rocking boat,
Sometimes the night shields its coat,
Dawn chauffeurs the unknown,
We sojourn on a lane that leads to the untold,
Hope is the hand that guides us when we're lost in the fold.
Time is a precious commodity,
Nothing on the world’s threshing floor can be compared to it,
It’s an unfettered train,
Advancing in its course in the sun and the rain,
Time is an unwearied athlete.
Never forget to express gratitude,
It’s a ladder to higher grounds,
It’s a door to blooming meadows,
It barricades trailing shadows,
It advocates for us in moments of ineptitude.
Life is a masked stranger,
Today is insufficient for tomorrow,
There's always something to learn and borrow,
Life is a book,
No one has seen its end.
September 8, 2023.
Parts of me wants to die, parts of me wants to cry and yet part of me wishes I could fly far off from here, parts of me want to know what makes you think you are better than me. Selfishness, greed,jealousy, envy, and strife, someone remind me how we ever have properly functioned living this life. You judge me, you belittle me, you incarcerate me, poison me, you beat me down with your ignorance and your ineptitude and on top of that you wear you privilege like it's yours and only your exclusive brand. You treat me like I don't matter, and your agenda should be my foremost priority. Sooner than later, parts of me will no longer exist. Thank you for allowing me this opportunity to speak to you about these different parts of me.
I hid in plain sight
Mocked the censors
Defied the preachers
Chuckled
At their ineptitude
Took refuge
In the blank page
Hiding myself
In swirling lines
Dancing
Along the borders
Of truth
Cursed them
In muted metaphor
Defied them
In metered verse
Challenged them
In rebellious rhyme
Laughed as they counted
Syllables and iambs
Punctuated
My verses freedom
For they were frozen
And I a seething cauldron
Of love and hate
Struggling youth
Battling
The lunacy of life’s
Illusions
Thus I wrote
And hid
In plain sight
On a blank page
4/3/2023
Writing Challenge – ‘R’ Words Poetry Contest
Constance LaFrance - sponsor
I look at my life and see so many wonderful attempts to maintain my existence. Bad things and inopportune developments will always present themselves. Listen about how many times I have wanted to go hide and crawl up under the lowest crevice of this earth. I have sought out darkness so that I could cover myself up from any and every spectrum of light. I get so tired as I have had to negotiate with the henchmen of ignorance and ineptitude. Some people don't care because their skin feels no part of any consequence. When you fall down and you will make it your goal simply to stand back up. Coming up always feels much better than descending downward. I've always heard that God takes care of babies and fool, well I guess you can call me the babyfool.
Platitudes of gratitude
reveal a shallow attitude
A plentitude of finger food
does not result in pulchritude
Multitudes of semi-nudes
enhance a life of turpitude
Inaptitude and incertitude
pave the path of ineptitude
Listen to her death certificate’
Who’d fought for life’s duplicate
“Severe Anorexia
Secondary to status asthmaticus”.
Oh! How it had rung worse than Amnesia
And had meant some asthmatic curse.
Several struggle -out “God, Receive my soul’’
As death bell was about to toll
I, to the hilt, a struck-dumb spectator
For the longest seconds, tongue-tied commentator
Soon, rapidly pondering not why she should expire
But why villainous terminator should soon acquire…
At conspiratorial 9:25 pm
Breathing becoming lame,
A kick-started rigor- mortis locking her jaw,
My father striving to restrain a law
My own hand withdrawing from a once-banging heart,
Never wanting a second nearing of what should be soundless.
A new contentment with a mentally arranged cart
That should to a fridge make it noiseless…
A resuming night nurse in a provocative see-through,
Richly delivering part of what Irene had said as true..
A hospital of some ineptitude
For losses borne with fortitude.
On this day, twenty- four years you left
Rock of ages for me cleft.
The Big Boss
My manager is a locust brain
He doesn’t know what he’s doing
My manager is a locust brain
The job is kaos when he’s in charge here
My manager is a locust brain
Production takes a dip under him
My manager is a locust brain
He got the job by kissing arses
My manager is a locust brain
The supervisor is much more skilled
My manager is a locust brain
I ignore him due to his utter ineptitude
My manager is a locust brain
Even the toilet cleaner hates him!
My manager is a locust brain
Because he can’t read or write
My manager is a locust brain
Due to his lack of experience and nonce
My manager is a locust brain
Simply because he’s my manager
My manager is a locust brain
And we’re gonna set him on fire!
My manager is a locust brain
Is my manager no longer cos he’s dead!
I've generally battled vulnerability.
I'm not even close to what I ought to be.
I notice myself faltering in the water alike a log.
Mr. Culpability, can you hear my pathetic blog.
I've been in anguish because of my apathy.
I don't notice whether I mend and gain some theory.
I'm similar to a plane colliding with the Earth.
Mr. Obligation, temper me in going girth.
My transgression was my erroneous gloss.
I've needed to stumble rather than be in progress.
I've been oppressed by lethargy for longer.
I'm tired of hearing "Morons" again and over.
Ineptitude won't sustain the edge unexpectedly.
Flightiness won't ever again hold the mastery.
1st place contest winner
Written: August 7, 2021
A Brian Strand 4 to 14 line Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
folly
senseless, ignorant
neglecting, sacrificing, ignoring
ineptitude, foolishness, knowledge, sagacity
prevailing, imparting, acquiring
precocious, intelligent
wisdom
Date written: 10/20/2020
Oh sapience of musings, oh savior of poetic art!
How longingly I seek you out to inspire my ballad
When lassitude of the night envelopes my mind
And grimace of dawn darkens shrouded in fog.
Oh lyrics of melodies, oh harmonies of music!
How eloquently you speak in articulate dreams
When wordless melancholy poignantly echoes
And voice of emptiness confiscates my themes.
Oh redeemer of words, oh language of feelings!
How musically you evoke rhythms of symphony
When broken phrases languish in depleted ink
And haze of confusion subjugates my euphony.
Oh oratory of wisdom, oh intellect of vocabulary!
How metaphorically you divulge motifs of imagery
When ineptitude of simile diminish comparability
And wordplay disappoints in misplaced analogies.
Oh allure of meaning, oh enticement of literacy!
How singularly you elevate cadence of my poetry
When decaying thoughts linger forever miserably
And creativity encounters nothingness of drudgery.
October 5, 2020
Placed 1st: When there is no inspiration poetry contest
Sponsor: Silent One
Impulsive poetry, fueled by mood
~ power-lines of ineptitude
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