Retards Poems | Examples

Rent a ranter'

I observed quite stunned as lambie
Voicfully blundered
T'was indeed.. A great vicseral verbal chunda.! Contradictve.!
As it goes.. Is she addicted.? I guess
God only knows.?
Educational standards.? Of this minister?
All seems so skewed, I think indeed she is
More like a (sin-ister) maybe been speeded up
By the w e f.? I have suspicon shes of the
Left.? Or p'raps past any known reference point? I fully expected to hear an oink.' I guess
I ln Davos they've flattered her hard.'said you
Are the only clever person, a star.!
All other Aussies being only retards.' And i'll bet.? 
As they say in America..She swallowed
The  whole nine; yards.!

Broad-minded

My name doesn’t tell if I’ve got
Some meaningly posh coat of arms 
I didn’t contribute to national lot
But maybe I did for the arts
I don’t criticize politicians
It must be the easiest job
Yet I never praise politicians
For this is a job of a yob
So I’m a bit jobless you see
Hope you can guess that I am
An artist of air and the sea
A painter of skies and the land
This doesn’t imply that I stand for
The land that I thouroughly see
Political people can love it much more
With pleasure I gladly concede
I’m not patriotic since childhood
I haven’t changed in this regard
But this doesn’t mean that I would
Deem jingoes as utter retards 
Some folks are ok being homebound
Some other prefer rock and roll
And some will keep silent about it
I’ve equal respect for them all
To meet me you will not regret
My broad-minded soul plays no game
You’d think of me:”haven’t we met?
But I can’t remember his name”.

How Many Poets Did I Know Growing Up

  How many poets did I know growing up

   I knew doctors, lawyers and bricklayers
   Teachers, bookkeepers, naysayers
   Local politicians and crossing guards
   ‘Handicapped’ people, we called them ‘retards’

   I knew the guy who drove the ice cream truck
   A professional gambler who was quick with a buck
   I even knew a minister, rabbi, and priest
   People from the coast, the south, and the Middle East

  But I never knew a poet growing up 
  Seems that most were old or deceased

The Unappreciated Woman

Just take a good look at me;
My frame is attractive!
It does the unsated
appetite of the chauvinist
fuel.
My curves and your fantasies
are mutually inclusive!
Without them, dreams
are truncated.
But I am an orgasmic
symbol.
The self opinionated chauvinist
designs me in his sub-conscious
to serve and be utterly subservient.
I am incarcerated as a chef,
and timeless baby sitter.
A baby machine for a
patriarchal dynasty.
My education is a threat to chauvinist ego.
My ignorance hones his misogynist confidence,
whilst my erudite head
retards his self esteem and worth.
The illiterate orgasmic symbol is his
ideal and virtuous woman.
The smarter and more professional
is the age-old Jezebel.
My chastity and virginity
are twin virtues of a
mutilated genitalia.
My restrained sex urges are
designed for his unrestrained
proclivities and gratification.
I must be restrained,
for him to be unrestrained,
because, share him I must
with two or three others of
my kind.
But take another good look at me,
and see a versatile womb-man!
Translate each prejudice of yours'
and see my remarkable antonyms.

Xenophobia

“Let not narrowness of ego decoy ~
Every delusion, seek, search and destroy”
~ quote by poet


Defined as dislike of foreign races,
xenophobia retards growth of soul,
for we look at outer form of faces
and not God’s light within that makes us whole.
Oh hermit, narrow judgment defaces
our heart, deflecting us from our life’s role,
so let’s look deeper than mind-body form,
invoking by love, a benign bliss storm.

It is not only race, colour or caste
to which our heart reacts with aversion.
Beliefs of others oft leave us aghast;
we pause not to examine their version,
since within our closed minds, the die is cast
and ego fears in clear truth immersion.
Let’s wait not then for the next equinox,
becoming soul centric, here now detox.

28-April-2023
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Sensitization

My place of natural habitation, 
Lack of closeness and suffice of openness. 
Never ever lacks a sustained vibration, 
Possesses tenderness and politeness. 
Sudden bursts of emotions, 
Shows a genuine and tiredness. 
My body and soul seek consultation, 
As it lacks definite decisiveness. 
The monotonous thoughts  and their possession, 
Neither retards nor show laziness. 
The vigorous play is still on, 
It is known for its uniqueness. 
A deadly virus needs immunization, 
Otherwise shows its seriousness. 
Life is a matter of prevention and precaution, 
Don't exhibit effortlessness. 
Every action has got a reaction, 
It demonstrates completeness. 
Silent reunion of habit and habitation, 
Still to come and will bring happiness.

Kill With Truth Or Live a Lie

*Image of White Lies by PToday.

Kill With Truth Or Live a Lie

Innocence precedes with their mouth,
Bold-step, no Fred Astaire,
Unashamed, not from the deep south,
Turn a smile amid glare.

Embellished claims, "Friends to the bitter end,"
Advent sketched destiny...a reflection,
Candid critiques retards the heart--transcend.

'Twas best to conspire words of perfection,
Now rivals are close, turns I to pretend,
A picture's worth a thousand subjection.

Age turns to face, choices regret,
Quick death or suffering,
Was it stanza two? I forget.
Third stanza? I'm laughing.

2023 January 04

*HMS.

Kamala

Kindness blends with kindness
Anger sires anger
Mindfulness lingers with reason
Affection grows in caring and charity
Laziness retards inspiration
Abstinence dissolves patriotism...

Admirable New World An Irony

We came from

modernity for

teach beings

underdeveloped,

we found that

totally unhappy

are these retards

aliens

race scum

human... these

that segregated in

colonies where everything

happens equal to

 the ancient days...

live impure,

dirty,

accumulating garbage...

live persecuted

by bacteria,

infected by

promiscuous contacts:

touches,

hugs,

kisses and

mating...

Practices since

long time banned

in modernity...

these practices

are animal

atavistic fruit

addictions...

copulation and

dual enjoyment...

we all realize

that the enjoyment is

individual...

each one has

 his share of pleasure...

these addictions

prehistorics.

are so filthy

how to eat the

in opened air,..

or how they mix

Ingredients:

carbohydrates,

starches,

fats...

poor things!

unhappy that

survive

in thoughts

Out of reality of

Modern...

poor creatures

who still dare

practice love

 with body

  present...!

Enough Already

Enough Already!

You’re dawn’s ghost of a chance each new day can find meaning,
dusk’s thanks to creation, for gifts we’ve received.
You paint rhythm on roadblocks blank minds won’t let faze them,
revealing new words to lift poets from daze.
You’re fresh insights rhyme brings to the stupor of dullards,
not dreaming muse drifts when they raft what’s perverse!

You’re the models of physics, a Truth not demeaning,
that yields aid to pilgrims though some get deceived
when they think that they own Truth (pursuers of mayhem).
Your Truth’s democratic, a Truth all can praise.
You dethrone all religions that hoist up gross retards
who claim they know Truth, though they prove the inverse!

Let us praise that we’ve Science that isn’t religious,
elevate what’s pragmatic instead of prestigious.
Don’t let faith that God loves us be faith that’s less humble
or confuse faith with Truth! That could cause both to crumble!	


Brian Johnston
20th of November in 2020

The Loser

The loss: A slap to his face
He’s now been put in his place
   A pandemic let loose
   Cooked his own goose
To the world he is a disgrace

He lived in a house made of cards
Inside it he planted petards
   Believed his own hype
   Blew his own pipe
His support all came from retards

He’s never known such a defeat
His ego no longer in tweet
   Flattened, you see
   By voter decree
Awarded for conceit and deceit

Status and privilege are gone
Ripped from ol’ “Donald John”
   Neither deserved
   Neither preserved
It’s what you give to a “Con”.

Racism

It exists in every land 
It comes in every band 
Somewhere it's like water in sand
Somewhere a glove in hand
Somewhere they call it Social standards 
Somewhere they call it grace of the gods 
Somewhere they call it living out of the odds
Pity the people that live with it afterwards 
Pity the society full of all such retards, 
Racists, Racism and all cowards.

Sea Religion

when you dive into the sea you're an alien
atmosphere you cannot stay within
the waters surface their o zone layer
a suit to breathe limited time stayer

you cannot adapt and set up settlement
just observe and take in the experience
convoy as a pack and soak up elements
all the while just a full visual sense

to sea creatures you arrive otherworldly
on giant ships they can't comprehend
artificial materials not of the sea
appearing and disappearing no end

maybe smaller fish of trout and cod
consider us creatures of God's
but sharks and whales we're not,
present, absent and then forgot

for we can visit but they can't leave
we pollute the place they breed
or make clean so they can be
fish them up toward heaven believed

appear powerful and able to control
when really nature holds the cards
understanding with knowledge whole
could believe us Gods, when really retards

Consequences of Love

The Consequences of Love!

Does the meaning of life just boil down to one thing?
Does God's essence get stoned by the praise that folks give Him?
Might love have more impact on hearts in a vacuum
Where nothing retards it or cares about craters
That form in full view (by the way) of spectators?

Can love shine when it's dressed up in entropy's gains
Of low temp differentials where thought's disappointing
And hearts aren't impacted for days (should we bother?)
Can all be disorder dark matter's eclipsing?
Is dust the star witness to light that's collapsing?

Now there's beauty revealed in deep space once thought dark
And there's so much to learn though our memory flickers!
Is Logic a constant that lives out of time's reach?
Let specters that haunt us one day prove poor actors!
Does metered rhyme serve man? I laugh at detractors!


Long Tooth
October 16th in 2019

Rhyme of the Year

I’m actually a poet
with a natural flow
but I didn’t know it
it wasn’t on show

No one ever knew
my skill was hidden
then out of the blue
all feel my rhythm

Thought poetry was rubbish 
and had no interest
but now I'm getting published
and out to be best

I guess anything can happen
things not on the cards
I still remember back when
I was linked with retards

‘Cus I got two D's
in my GCSE’S
now rhyming with ease
I am flippin' pleased

It’s not that I’m kidding
there’s no lie here
soon I’ll be winning
Rhyme Of The Year.

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