Simple Minded Poems

The Eternal Question: God, No God, Maybe God

Gods of Man

In the days of yore, in distant times
Life was simple
Man was simple-minded
and his gods were simple, as well.

Life began with the light of day
and ended with the fall of night.
The light and the darkness were magical, 
mysterious, awe-inspiring, and dreadful.
So, he made the sun his god 
and the darkness his devil.

A little wiser, he made the graven images
to bow to, sacrifice and worship.

Then came the sly and savvy one
and he made god an anomaly,
a paradox and an enigma.
He made god like no one 
and no one was like him.
He was nowhere and everywhere,
And yet he built magnificent
houses of worship and
installed idols of gods
and turned it into a thriving enterprise.
He spawned dos and don’ts…
And as a deterrent he engineered hell,
As an incentive he promoted heaven.

         I did it my way

After I am dead and gone away
Let them say whatever they may,

     Night to night and day after day
     I have lived my life my own way,
     A god of my own I created to pray
     and my own devil I made to obey;

I will own all my sins at play
and vow all their wages to pay.

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Once we moved in time 
Our bodies mimicked like shadows 
Two beats connected by heart

Like strings on our ankles 
We chose each step carefully 
Until sudden fall

Shards of glass in the cracks of past times 
Salted cheeks under another layer of dedicate cotton 
Tears of papers singed by flame 

Parts of two that are missing as one 
A simple minded gimps of what could have been
But endlessly searching for the things once known 

We move in different times 
Are bodies mimicked like shadows?
One beat by broken hearts

A Simple Kind of Man

He was simple minded and hearted

From his grandmother's house departed

As he was homeward bound

He got so turned around

Thus ended up back where he started

There Will Be Ducks

It is a comforting thought that
there will always be ducks in our neighborhood.

Every decade of my life
there have always been Mallards,
though not many fancy ducks.

You can rely on Mallards to be the same,
not just in appearance, but in a certain duckiness,
a characteristic-ness.

When I was young Mallards
were just the same as they are now;
the ducklings have not changed either.

You might think I am being ridiculously obvious,
you might suppose me to be simple-minded,
but at age 74 it is most comforting
to know that something

as lovable, quarrelsome,
and irascible
as a Mallard duck has not changed.

The Power of Silence

# baptised in fire forced to drink bleach ~ tongue lost for words cancer speaks beneath #


Here comes the man, with unbreakable bones,
A brain of sawdust, muffles out his groans
Simple minded guy, 
statuesque on the eye 
Perhaps none too wise, 
so was chose for sacrifice 

There he goes, old twinkle toes, bobbing along
Never says a crooked word, nor puts a foot wrong 
Upstanding chap, 
til corruption set a trap
Forced to take the rap, 
on him handcuffs slap

Here he comes again, his spine broken and bent 
Never noticed that before, or the sterile scent
Still doesn’t know why, 
for he never told a lie 
Witnessed someone die,
but had no alibi 

There he goes again, blending in with the dark
Can’t stand the spotlight, shows up prison marks
Such indelible stains, 
God knows why they came
Numbers replace his name, 
only a scapegoat remains


By
David Kavanagh

Meteor

When you fell to earth
did you bring death or life?
Were we first base or a rock too large to miss?

Dead planets are everywhere.
Fire and ice spin around
a deadly vortex
with nothing mild enough
to be just enough.

Did a dragons eye capture creation
a vision seen at its destruction?
If you killed the lumbering reptilians
who brought them forth?
Was it the fire and Ice?

Some say earth is much older than we think,
some say it is younger,
only a simple unicellular proto-being
of a simple-minded creator knew
but had no eyes to see.

There is no memory,
and if humanity is to be extinguished
by a loose space pebble 
there will be no history either.

Truly Taught

Judy Clark taught me
two things
I never forgot


Once while killing
time in class
her irritation I wrought

Kicking a shoe across the
Aisle to a friend
doing same in kind

busily doing 
In lieu of
The work this hour assigned

teaching more
than English
A lesson that with truth still rings

Simple minded people
Find pleasure
In simple things

She also pointed out
to me quite sternly
On another day

Our words can be
healing or caustic
It's a choice we make to convey

A teacher who went
beyond the pale
to share what of life she knew

A woman with
dignity earning a place
In the hearts of more than a few

The World I Should Enjoy

His wisdom did his happiness destroy,
Aiming to know that world he should enjoy;
And wit was his vain, frivolous pretense
Of pleasing others, at his own expense

              - John Wilmot, 2nd Earl of Rochester

I’ve often wondered would I have been happier
had I been born more simple minded
If my brain was unable to conceptualize
considerations that go deeper than 
what is necessary knowledge to survive
If I was blind to all the bullsh*t
If being tethered to this tiny dead end town
bereft of options or opportunity
were enough to placate me
If I wasn’t aware of a 
whole wondrous world out there
though I’ve experienced so little of it
never having seen a sea or left the country
despite the Rand McNally map
hanging on my bedroom wall as a kid
decorated with different colored tacks 
denoting all the far away places 
upon whose soil I was sure I’d someday set my feet
If I wasn’t confident I could have achieved so much more 
if fate had seen fit to give me a chance
the smallest crack in the door
If I didn’t suffer from this fire inside burning me alive
driving me to strive for what I will never have

Simple Minded

Tap.

Freedom Found

fist full of cash 
tray full of ash 
dinner served with couch burns
toilet time with one  ticket left 
clean up time dishes make the mess 
tick tock is the clock watch tv do house work till bed 
where's the freedom is there anything out there 
past mental brutality's i hit reality i cant get away from this 
routine chronological simply unstoppable 
there has to be more to life 
than this simple minded strife 
a neighbor here a movie night out there 
but i see no freedom anywhere  
all i see is my brother Tim coming through the door he looks so sad i wonder what its for he said now Jim look outside the box you live your whole life on a rotting thought 
there is more you just don't see you could be starving like bill and me
you could have no toilet and no tv to watch 
no bed to lay in or sheets pulled tot no cigarettes' your lungs could wither with disease  butts filled with gonorrhea  syphilis's unseen
this simple routine between you and me its the best part of life you just have to see

You Look Mad When You Tell of the Mad

Trying to express horrifically unsavoury and odious acts of heinousness, 
such unspeakable repugnant opprobrium packed with horrendousness 
is a test stacked with specific unfavourable hopeless stress, 
seen a crying fuzz of the weakened redundant mental mess.

You will find, 
when telling of the mad, 
you're unkind, 
and seemingly bad. 

People will treat you insanely s*it,
but insanity is you when you tell of it, 

in short: if the stories are mad
and the people in them are mad
but nobody knows they are mad
when telling others you look mad




*because sometimes the simple words 
better the poetry 
with regards to simple minded herds, 
that's what life is showing me

Crash Dummies

Depress gasp peddle
make jest mettle, mannequin IQs
easy to steering will move

Simple-minded plan acceleration,
night shift flux be
turbo stupidity

Oxy dark vacillation
speedily end in
moronic wind tunnel termination

Pulse crash dummies
swerve change rational lanes
dash bored recklessly

Cranial balloon buffoons
always gon fail
those lobby pop quiz pitch tease

Stooge sputtering cartoons
fatally skid sail — 
Icy ad vice was a lemon squeeze

Vacuous palpitations
ventricle bend:
Idiotic windy flummox sensation

Pulse crash dummies
defective air bag manic brag
of vent kill mentality

Empty parking lot feelings
are plastic bosom empathetic tested
Accidental findings be fume ingested,
poser belt fear unfastening

Sift through the scattered remains 
of collateral crash dummies
Tik-tok stamp the carnage strange,
ventriloqi emotional debris

Red Octopus

Wet market government, not allowing a billion people to vote
spreading then hiding their contempt and contagion from the world
but the simple minded blame the only country to stand up to them,
closet communists firing their impotent blanks into dead pigs
but the echo of the coward dies in the first wave of resistance..
World, you need to resist communism, they want to silence all
just like they've cut the voice box from their own people
the red octopus with 5 yellow eyes
is building artificial islands
wishing to extend their wet market tentacles
into every crevice of the free world.
To the blind who mock the united states
and wish for her downfall
you'll be the first to grab 
hold of her starry robes
when the red wave
kicks you in the nuts
and slaps you
in the face.

Why

Whenever I start to think that God doesn't exist
He has the audacity to prove me wrong every single time.

"Why?"

Is the question that surfaces from my simple-minded thoughts
As I am caught 
Dumbfounded when something that is not of my or any other human hand
Has happened right before my eyes 
The word surprised doesn't even begin to describe 
How I feel.

At that point 
I have no choice but to look up and acknowledge the love that I am not worthy of
So as I glance
I ask once more,

"Why?"

Beautiful Sadness

We are happy because we choose to be
Though it's a bit simple-minded for me.
I don't desire to feel it all the time
Happiness is just the half of my rhyme.

Sadness is a more complex emotion
Caged inside a heavy heart's perception
Allowing you to divulge the unfelt
To go to a place happiness can't melt.

Sadness is more noble than happiness;
A love announced not a sign of weakness.
It takes greater strength to live and be sad
Since happiness is mind's natural bod.

Sadness is quite deeper than happiness
Like a wilting rose in the wilderness.

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