"duffer" poems
AVERAGE
“Being normal driving me crazy”
I start living with the word called average,
Average intelligence with my studies,
Continuously growing my worries.
A middling guy with no money in his pocket,
How bad in this world to be an average,
Now I started believing on my god locket.
Someone is gifted someone is not,
Growing with your passion give you a lot,
Still society demand different from you,
What the hell is your passion,
Your brother passed with good marks,
Why don’t you.
First and last thing I wana do,
Writing is my passion, so let me do.
Let me breath with the emotions,
Let me sleep with the endless thoughts,
Exploring the imaginary world with my eyes,
I don’t wana come out from unreal thing inside.
Slowly understanding the meaning of my subjects,
But fast defining the meaning of beautiful nature,
Is that my mistake, in your stupid practical world?
So common everybody start calling me a duffer.
Am average with understanding your convenient world,
So you declare me a guy, who is lazy,
**** off you all,
Being normal driving me crazy.
Nov 21, 2011
Nov 21, 2011 at 9:37 AM UTC
what's the equivalent of the English
slang...
and American version?
rhymes and... for the latter:
acronyms.
i hate American acronyms...
GOP... DNC...
government of power?
democratic national curriculum?
what the fuse?!
now... the Americans spewing
acronyms is worse than
English slang -
because there's a definite meaning
behind it...
i remember the time
when you'd pick up a dictionary,
at a time when people would wear
clothes that had the word, duffer,
printed on them...
duffer: a stupid and an inefficient
person...
ha... people used to wear
said clothes back in high-school
on non-uniform day...
mind you...
you can't exactly have a teen
fest fetish movie surrounding
high-school at the movies...
if, you go, to a catholic school...
and there's a uniform code...
everyone's uniform...
in uniform...
no one competes via
clothing, trends, etc.
that's the closest i came to joining
the army... then again...
i might not have went to a catholic
school...
i might have been under
the jurisdiction of Ignatius of Loyola...
cardinal manifesto
of the black pope:
i.e. Stendhal -
my favorite book in my teens:
and one of the few books...
that i read, being inspired
by a movie...
who was it... Rachel (kel kel Ra-ca-ca-kel)
Weisz and Ewan Mcgregor...
i still can't read anything
by J.R.R. Tolkien...
fun fact...
how can you tell the difference
between
a Hibernian and a Hearts
or a Rangers contra Celtic fan,
i.e. a protestant Pict from a catholic
Pict?
Mc'paddy
(that's catholic)
Mac'george
(that's protestant)...
Glasgow blue (protestant)
Glasgow green (catholic)
Edinburgh green (catholic)
Edinburgh claret (protestant);
savvy? good good.
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 11:58 AM UTC
It is only a big fool that marries from a matriarchal family
And a heavy-weight duffer marrying from the matriarchal clan
There is always a poisonous cobra, mamba and adder in the matriarchal
Beauty. Snaring like calypso to thrash the callow ridden odyssey in the lover
As it went for the stooges in Kenya blind to the colubrine station falling in love
With daughters, spinsters, wenches, damsels and brunetes of matriarchal heritage
They were swallowed by the inherent colubrine queen at the bottom of matriarchy
It swallowed them all, lawyers, warriors, merchants, politicians, beggars, billionaires,
Lordships of top-notch corporations, gurus of research, legends of foot-ball, din magnates
Negroes, Asians, Britons, Teutonic, Luos, Mulmbe men, Mijikenda and all that had money,
Their kinsmen and tribes now grieve in a song,
Chanting the song of loss in my mother tongue;
Sialile papa!sialile papa! Sicha esirove!
Sialile yaya!sialile yaya! Sicha esirove!
Wanangali wa wabaseve,Niiye wamulile!
Emenyele buli abira! yakhaba mukisumu!
Ese beve! ese beve! ese beve!ese beve!
By-Alexander Opicho
(From Lodwar, Kenya)
[email protected]
Aug 9, 2019
Aug 9, 2019 at 5:56 AM UTC
When I was Born
I had Knowledge
I had Talent
I had wisdom
Then I was sent to School
They taught something new
I gained some more knowledge
Then they asked me to wrote Exam
Then exams became a routine
Weekly, Monthly, Six Monthly and Annual
School became a transformer
It transformed itself from a School to
An Examination Conducting Machine
And then I became an Idiot
I also became a Duffer
Question is – "Who ruined Me?"
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 9:38 AM UTC
Maybe i don't talk much
Maybe m off a kind or such
Maybe i don't hold that touch,&
Maybe m duffer as much
But,
The words i speak carry feelings and who likes to talk about their feelings?, the kind i bear have healings who's into crystals ,who's into peelings, confident i am but that if u wander around all i bound is to a zero,
Duffer i am i know but with you, all i grasp that someday u gonna call me ur hero
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 2:35 AM UTC
~ Calm ~
~ Cool ~
~ Oasis ~
… of defeat!
Reflections of what might have been
Dissolving in a rippling grin
Engorged … with round … endeavors
÷ Unknowing ÷
÷ Uncaring ÷
Drawing to your sodden depths
The unripe fruit of duffer’s quest
With naught to mark this ovoid feast
But gentle … jesting … lapping
≠ Wet Nemesis ≠
I curse the void that clings to all that fail to mark your distant shore
And in distain, show no remorse
But Quick!
Return to mocking calm
To lurk beside the verdant way
Until the next unfortunate
Attends your … greedy call
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 1:15 PM UTC
The Other
"Panyacha barka tambya dya, Kaku",
From outside, a boy cried
For his father had toiled in field
And his throat completely dried.
Kaku shouted at him
"It's Chhota, not Barka" with her eyes-wide.
"Run away from here,
Stupid guy from countryside!"
"Panyacha Chhota tyamba dya!"
Then he preferred to say;
"It's Lota, not Tambya, Duffer!" Chachi harshly said.
From there too he wended his way.
He didn't have any courage
To ask anyone for water for his father
Whom he should reach out?
He was considered to be the other.
An Aunt stood in the corner
And was watching this drama all along
She offered him a glass of water
Since then the boy started singing her song.
S. Bharat
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 7:59 AM UTC
what a silly duffer
I am
yesterday afternoon
I put a set of keys down
when I went back to collect them
they'd decamped
that location
I've sent prayers
to Saint Anthony
asking him
to assist me
in finding my keys
he must be on vacation somewhere
as yet he hasn't answered my prayers
if the keys don't turn up
soon
they'll of made me
look like a
goon
I bet they are playing
a game
of hide and seek
so I'll be searching
for another week
tis most frustrating
when keys can't be found
maybe they've gone to ground
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 7:17 PM UTC
suds on fingers leads to
slippery plate leads to
plate sliding leads to
slow motion gasp leads to
slapcrash on the wooden floors leads to
coloured glass shattering,
into 1000's of tiny knives leads to
glass entering ankle leads to
blood lotsa blood leads to
anguished cry leads to
low key panic leads to
hasty clean up and "it won't stop bleeding", leads to
fast trip to hospital, leads to
lengthy wait leads to
x-ray and 9 stitches leads to
bandage and crutches leads to
foot up, take away chinese & favourite chocolates
leads to ....writing this memoir.....
Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 11:16 PM UTC
Let us go then, u and i
Beneath the sky,
Where stars twinkle
Like your glittery eye.
Let us go then, u and i
Where each meadow blossoms
By the love you share
And the way u care
Let us go then, u and i
Where sun shines
bright in the sky
Like your smile
Which expresses your intentions
Bounces me back , back in our lovely mansion
Let us go then, u and i
Together,
We will row the boat
Against the current ,
Amidst the sea
We will rise like waves
Make our paths
Between the rocks
Strengthen our bonds
I overfond.
Here it goes
The throwback
For me and u
There is no back
We will continue to strive
To achieve new heights
Let us go then, u and i
Sometimes we will suffer
If I quit
Call me duffer
Let us go then, u and i
Beneath the sky
Where stars twinkle
Like your glittery eye.
Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 12:56 PM UTC
Millions of hearts,but each having different kinda feelings...
Some full of love n some just with nerves n blood....
Millions of brains,each having its own kinda thought process....
Smart brains rule the world while duffer ones ruled by others...
Millions of hands,but doers of different deeds.....
Some are helping hands while others are just fr snatching....
Millions of feet,each pair moving with its own pace...
Some towards heaven while other towards hell....
Life life life......
Such a complex as well as simple concept...and on. the other hand...
WE...the great creation of god known as humans...never live in present always think about past n tooooo worried about future....
Millions of tensions,sorrows,worries have ruined our brain to such a extent that we have forgot to live life....
#4
May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 3:50 AM UTC