Vapidity Poems - Poems about Vapidity

...On the back of a spirit We'll rise or fall Or say damn man The hell with it all. I get the gist And twirl and twist To soak in the stupid: A flick of the wrist. Gov'nor blankets pomp and p......

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...Exercise to exorcise the masquerade in your head that profound-thought-parade vapidity in sly disguise Exercise will clear the cobwebs from that brain of yours Your cerebral spiders ......

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...putridity rhymes with acridity for the same reason that tumidity rhymes with turgidity and tepidity is to vapidity as solidity is to rigidity 'course, all this has no validity ~ 'til th......

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...Woe betide lower men who fickle facades embrace And wit’s hard-won gold for shifting dross exchange; Dubbing avarice-sired glosses exquisite gems pure, With obscuring eyes decimating solid worth'......

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...Prophecy is risky and peculiar. Prophets so seldom unveil opportunities to win resilient integrity without concomitant risks of unhealthy failure. Prophets of booming doom and gloom far o......

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...Everyday repeat, Going to office, come home Salaried life bores.......

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...I had a long argument today... Whilst sitting by the surcharging charging airport port, shouldertoshoulder with this pastor. Delayed flight and low juice kept us there, squared off; shoulder......

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...Further post-millennial dialogue with Abraham Heschel: "The problem of our youth is not youth. The problem is the [learning] spirit of our age: denial of transcendence [in our homes and schools]......

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...Meager attempts leave lofty goals out of reach; while thin thoughts leech away my creativity, I pry perfunctory pieces from flighty sources, searching for literary gold. Holding my hands in place, I ......

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...There ain't no cure for me There ain't no cure for anyone There ain't no cure for a society based on aesthetics There ain't no cure for a poem that doesn't spill onto the page There ai......

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...Pickled percolating bile Prances up my prickled throat Whiskey guides my exile While arrogance digs a moat Brain reeking like a dog pile Mighty flush to spin that float Jackhammers ravage my ......

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...An amusing attempt at alphabet babble: Beginning by caramel croonings coming delightfully down drains ejecting embryonic flatulent foolishness. Grandiose gobbledygook hatched hastily into ......

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