Short Witless Poems

As in every genius, a witless man is slumbering 

So

In every sinner, a pious man waits to be aroused 







© Demetrios Trifiatis 
  14 September 2021...

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CRIMINAL CONVICTED WITNESS

What's that
Bad rap

Accused
Misused

Convict
Misfit

witless 
witness


7/31/18
written  words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018...

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Witless Willy

5 lines i'm told will fit alright
but words they fail to fit just right
slap under the ear2 spark the wit
but will witless Willy manage it
dodge pelicans tonight

Don Johnson

When things go white


5 lines down...

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FROSTY   DAY  IN   THE   CITY

Wetless day,  birdless trees,
Witless denizens of metropolis
Long await the bus into
The delights of Manchester.

Townless  bus waiters  -
Their earphones are essential
For Deaf  Man’s Buff  -
Tuneless music....

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Art without that touch
Poetry’s inspiration so much
Music without feeling
Science and its logic appealing
Philosophy without tragic
Mysticism and its magic 
Faith without devotion
Witless jokes in proportion
Lover without willing sacrifice
Modest compassion precise...

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Rendering rainbows over candy kisses
Above the marvels of a mindless moon
Meandering with fairies and flower wishes
Miming melodies frolicking with a flirting tune
Nimble poets prance scribing wistful words
Courting playful paramours to canoodle and swoon
Entranced in witless wooing, amorously absurd...

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I live by the mouth
quick wit is my bullet
the trigger no doubt
my impulses pull it

You could say on the hole
it does me no good 
but I haven’t control
would stop if I could

The day my mouth runs witless
I’ll stand a prat to witness




*hole - play on words, on the whole/ on my mouth hole...

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Their clueless inane fangs of reed 
Strive to bite what's made of steel; 
Deriding the stronger sinew of virtue
They cling onto feeble foibles untrue.

To headache more reasonable head
Is the very principal aim they're bred...
These pithy bothersome numbskulls 
Coined with dimmest grasp that lulls. 
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AI is worthy - but is it a pity?
Nothing's been done on synthetic stupidity
Smart may be good, but dumb gullibility
Will grow without limit and tend to infinity
Clever and cunning is not very hard
But it takes a brainbox to program a dullard
So why not SS instead of AI?
Well witless behaviour's in no short supply...

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Not driven by madness
sadness
gladness
over aptness
the glass hits the ground…….

It’s the hapless
witless
heartless
thoughtless
that bring the falling down…….

When the tremor
quiver
shiver
undeliver
able, don’t quite make it home…….

Refusing to cry
try
fly 
wonder why
and then never answer the phone……....

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O' shallow tree
 Baron surrounding me
 branches and limbs
 gray Baron winter standing tree 

old golden grass Baron and brown 
witless and dry
Winters grass no longer dew in green
Whisper wicked world waving wash dry
Dead not O' shallow tree

3/14/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022...

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MIdnight Hour



Close your eyes
Drifting in darkened skies
Roam that place of private dream and thought

A world that is all your own: a place that judges not
Here your free to love, the love for so long you fought
Witless longing ,far beyond your power

Release, let love flower
Midnight hour


For the Trois Par Huit contest....

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Several sirens singing on the shore
Called Calypso’s crew for them to adore.
Willing witless wanderers;
Oblivious obeyers, 
Which waves washed through a rocky tidal bore.

Svelte sisters sieved the sailor’s gore
That the salty surging sea cast ashore.
Boiling briny blunderers
With olive oil and oysters
And feasting until they could eat no more....

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Frightful feelings flush his face,
damned to dance with his disgrace,
stigma stained though sight unseen,
damaged days depress, demean.

Silent secrets simmer, sulk,
hardened hairy heartless hulk,
oracle of all obscene,
decoy demons daunt his dreams.

Witless words waging war,
baleful bully, beastly bore,
cancer catches in his craw,
fury was his fatal flaw....

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Hope ; This too shall pass
 
This sunrise maybe not meant for you, 
And your shadow may not rise for you, 
 
 All your surroundings are dark drown, 
And your connections are crowning you as a clown. 
 
 But ;
      Don't step back as a witless, 
      'Cause this too shall pass. 

Once a pain can hurt, 
But the same pain can become an ART, 
Hope; Be you  , with trust....

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Doth if not thrill thee, Poet,
Dead and dust through thy art,
To feel how I press thy singing
Close to my heart?

You tell of a forlorn maiden
So much out of time,
Diminish stance, witless mind
Reft, with thy Rhyme.       

Alas, it is so simple to dictate
With prerogative quill of pose,
Upon life’s inflexibilities
Cast upon a wretched ‘Old Rose’ 

© Harry J Horsman  2011...

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My mind is filled with ravish notions.
Without sensory, poetry is bereft of intimations.

In no way is rhapsody suitable with my place. 
Everyone's nations are their whole universe. 

I'll utilize my free voice, even if it's irritating.
In my nation, how many witless is howling?

Nothing will smother my voice.
I can't be scared by wickedness.


Written: July 30, 2021...

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Starved of work his sharpened blade 
is dulled by anonymity, 
witless, drifting here and there, 
he has no true identity, 
time has no fidelity, 
and space has no consistency, 
there are no frames of reference to rely on. 

Work is the measure of the man, 
his strengths and limitations. 
Now, shrunken wallet, shabby shoes 
and shrinking reputation, 
a shadow of his former self, 
a soulless apparition all but spent, 
a stranger to the seasons....

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The Mermaid Calls

You draw me close, 
and I can not swim. 
You lure me, 
tempt me, 
and tell me…
things.

Your beauty is beyond, 
all that I have ever known, 
or will know. 
How can I look away?

I want to touch what I see, 
I want to be part of 
what I do not know.
You are illusive. 
You are austere…

The woman, 
bodiless and boundless.  
Her hair soft kelp, 
Her touch…

The hope to drown, 
a witless man, 
and support 
a mariner....

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Feast galloped into a hole
And king held just its tail
But his tummy did tell
A tale his tongue didn’t tell.

I’ve read an anti-heroic tale:
A jackal a king cat fooled
And aptly proved him a fool
Witless, tasteless, and old.

Voices hissed in her ears
To mourn, to fight for rights
Or free this bloodless tree
And flee from deceit and lie.

“I’ll wear,” lastly, he did swear,
“Atop, thee, my starry crown
And sit beside thee benumbed
Adoring thy rosy, fairy feet”....

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RHYMER FRANK HALLIWELL SENT ME POEM
 BY FAMOUS AUSSIE BANJO PATTERSON,
 ABOUT A MYSTERIOUS COME BY CHANCE TOWNSHIP,
 THAT DON'T EXIST....




to Frank

so come by chance becomes a poem,
for the dreamers of the garden gnomes,
till the witless in their folly,
give up this ghasty dance,
and the sheep do run it terror,
from their romantic advance,
bleating c'mon termorrer,
it's our only Kiwi chance,
begorrah...

(AUSSIE JOKE ABOUT POMS AND SHEEP MAKING KIWIS , New Zealanders)
Don...

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The Hedgerow birds are wilting,
even the circling hawk
gives them no alarm.

All is too low to the baking ground,
the hot irons of the sun
are smelting bones.
This listless stupor
threatens to unwind the mainsprings
of a limber joy.
The hot sky has no memory
it plants one moment,
into the next,
seeds squish and crush
the earth with a jejune heaviness.

The day will end wingless
in pools of turgid body-sweat.
We will simmer slow then
wingless unto God we go
wet & witless....

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