"ignoramus" poems
I am stupid
And naive
To think this would be easy.
I am stupid
And naive
To believe it would be served
On a silver platter.
I am a complete and utter ignoramus.
Sep 29, 2019
Sep 29, 2019 at 2:25 PM UTC
What if they had a War and nobody came !
my sentiment all along
Actions so transparent and telegraphed a mile long
absurd anchoring, even more absurd triggering
so absurd as to be meaningless
the hotchpotch logic of simpletons on acid
The banal manifestations of the anodyne retards with advanced hysteria
Think unruly kids on Colombian marching powder
think advanced psychosis with total stage ten delusions
Watch mass hysteria contagion
Logic was never there, rationality bolted beating Usain Bolt
Inveterate liars and fantasists now control maddened throngs
Oh dear! they decided I am madly in love with acquaintance
neither I or poor acquaintance know this
But let not the truth get in the way of a soap opera by the insanes
After All meaningless triggers and Delusionary prompts
keep the sheeples busy in People's Power utopia
They are all having a war, nobody has told me about it
I don't understand their language yet they are very eloquent
Deep in their imagined Neuro-linguistic Programming or mental pygmies playing Pavlov Dog theory of the semi-illiterates
I just realized why cancer is prevalent amongst them
They carry so much poison and emotional ******* in their beings
It pollutes and eat away at them internally, they get cancer!
Never have been interested in little minds and liars and thieves
Have little time for dumb people, the toxics and the sheeples
What makes cretins think I take anything of theirs to mind
what can I learn or gain from contemptibles
I don't feel inferior so why would I want to learn
how to slander and defame others to bring them down
'Slander is the GREAT LEVELLER voiced one of them
poor inadequate soul, poor pathetic degenerate
I look twenty years younger than my years, no wrinkles
Just slightly greying, mind as sharp as razor
Because I don't carry acidic ******* hate or foul nonsense
in my head,
Because my mind is full of worthy knowledge
because I am not an ignoramus with attitude
because I am not a shameless coward or an empty headed nonentity
Because I am not amongst the madding crowd
I am not an insignificant pointless HATER with cancer in waiting!
I am NOT a SHAMELESS RACIST white THIEF discrediting the
Victim I STOLE from
OR
an OBNOXIOUS gang of SOCIALIST crazed subhumans cancerized
by jealousy and envy
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 4:47 PM UTC
Johnny wants to be a soldier. Johnny had a *******
Johnny now is Jenny and The Donald says it's wrong.
Jenny loves her country and she wants to serve and fight.
Trump says she's not worthy and no longer has the right.
Susie was born as a girl but knew she was a guy.
Susie now is Sammy and he only wants to fly.
Went to join the Air Force - Was rejected on the spot.
Knew that he was qualified, but Trump says that he's not.
Trump was born an ignoramus - still is one today.
Never served the military - always got his way.
If you're not the same as him you are the enemy.
You're not worthy if you're poor or a minority.
Started with transgendered, better watch out if you're gay.
Blacks, Hispanics, women, he would love to throw away.
When nobody's left the military will be grim.
Trump will have nobody left who wants to fight for him.
If you're an American and if you long to serve,
better not be different or they'll label you a perv.
If you say you're boy or girl and ready for your chance,
all that matters now is the equipment in your pants!
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 7:40 PM UTC
Light-years north of the purple, zephyr dome.
The saccharine amulet is like euphoria
Buried below the wet soil of Utopian plains,
An aura born of visual brilliance like the aurora borealis
Is this the homely orphanage for poetic spirits and souls?
The intuitive life- forms worthy of sempiternal light?
Tyrant Ignoramus's army is multiplying,
And assembling more power,
Lascivious like an extreme **********
Certainty of survival? No, there is not,
Nervous like claustrophobic Nibbana.
Life-forces forced to test
The stability of the precipice.
Can balance be maintained?
Only for so long....
Loping for miles,
Exhausting it must be,
Their hooves must go on and on,
Heedless of stopping.
Past Ignoramus's Fortress,
Past the Alchemist's Bridge over yonder,
Light-years north of the purple, zephyr dome.
The saccharine amulet is like euphoria
Buried below the wet soil of the Utopian plains,
An aura born of visual brilliance like the aurora borealis.
This is the homely orphanage for poetic spirits and souls,
The intuitive life-forms worthy of sempiternal light.
Originally written 7/30/11
Revised 10/17/14
(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC
Let me frame this aimless persuasion to flame me right til the day I’m famous
Ignoramus, who is brainless, will be met with a death that’s painless
while the critics statistics are met with verbal ballistics
that due to rapid linguistics make her go
“that man’s ****
Undiscovered emanation of a wave
across the nation
will by false-
hoods
deci
mation
prove that
you can’t
best me
Oct 9, 2012
Oct 9, 2012 at 8:03 PM UTC
Saintly cassock,
Glittering altar
Ornamental pulpit.
Driving the congregants
in a paroxysm of fib,
Gullibility enshrines adherents
hearts.
Do you know the Messiah more
than the apostles ?
Thou traders in the temple.
Parrotic tongues set out
commands
Loquacious sweet-coated mouths
misdirects faithfuls.
But the uncreated Creator who
creates creatures watches
Dreadful silence astonishingly
permeates the entireness
of the universe.
Do you preach love?
Do you follow peace with all?
Ye robbers in the temple.
Command darkness to produce
light.
But you turned moonlight into
tale.
Can you display Davidic dance
steps on the road?
Profanity of sanctuary with
false homiletics.
Merchants of dross in tabernacle
Speak.
Let us hear you.
Preach
To the congregants.
Righteousness afar from the
apron of faith.
Charity locked up in the
tunic of hope.
Sanctity of holiness sprinkled
into the tributary of sin.
Commanding the stars to turn
to sun,
Captains of night in light.
Ye robbers in the sanctuary.
Pastoral advertisers of chattels
in the tabernacle,
Merchandising gold dross in
sermonic hymns.
Sugar-coated doctrine wept in
the tomb of Lazarus.
Prompting Him to weep again?
Ye merchants in synagogue.
Disentangle faithfuls from the
webs of worriment.
Dislodge congregants out of the
shackles of sin.
Deliver ignoramus from the
isle of incendiary.
Let the sifter of strength
separate out afflictions from
feebleminded faithfuls.
Ye robbers in the temple
You love prayers more than God
But who answers prayers?
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 3:45 AM UTC
*I hanker myself to find illumination within myself.
The more I explore,
the more I confront the ineluctable iniquity.
Being cognizant of my enmity,
I wish to be ignoramus of myself.*
Jul 25, 2015
Jul 25, 2015 at 1:12 PM UTC
Love is a phenomenon
Not dissimilar to gravity
Like an ignoramus
The stoic heart denies it
Until it falls.
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 4:14 PM UTC
summertime sadness
curtains pulled tightly, thick lashes
american spirit fading into mechanics
people moving with faces hot as the embers
the ashes dropping from my cancer stick, citizens
told to embrace their pride and freedom
how can I join them when I don't need them?
patriots, ignoramus culture
dreaming with eyes clamored shut, little emotion
zombie status, a rose-colored illusion
i plant the astilbe in the ***
dianthus, echinacea
fighting words never said, nor thought
watering cans filled with poison, over easy
the banging on the gate is loud and *****
Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 12:53 AM UTC
Reality tv feeding the idiocracy
It's no secret my idiosyncrasy is increasing
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Parallel to my ever elevating feel of paranoia
I have a sympathy insufficiency
I demand more catastrophe
It's a ******* conspiracy!
I blame the aliens
Harvesting our brains
We are the sheep
Home on the range
Chalk it up for each and every mindless chucklefuck
More concerned with dynasty ducks
Distractions and false flags
You are my demise
Scourge of Mother Earth
?sdrawkcab evlover dlrow eht seod yhW
Such staunch contempt for the human race
Object of my fascination
Thou wilt bow to my conquest
Lo, hear my battle cry;
Oh how I vie,
to assassinate
all asinine swine!
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 10:03 PM UTC
anger unabated
as sinful "humanity"
sows
karmic seeds
of self destruction
the future
visceral
in the present
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 6:56 AM UTC
Some moments a thought comes -
It’s so much easier just to give up.
So comfy a feeling to visualize
nothing but blank-nothing –
Not to be. Not to think
or feel or breathe. No pressure
to present a concocted identity
one can’t even see that’s not at all me.
No stress keeping abreast of every snippet
of someone else’s reality. No figuring
or wondering or worrying or plans.
Nothing to hope for or hate
or to signify or demand.
No side-eyes screaming "how weird".
No stink-eyes looking to strike.
No evil intentions peering behind
some ignoramus’s unbelievable disguise.
No more fake smiles
and rhetorical "how are you's".
No more seeing wrong numbers
and choosing them too. Absent
anxiety and anger and acrid, stone-cold fear.
Absent color. Absent pattern.
Without texture or taste. No feeling
a thing like the aching of pain.
Some moments a thought comes -
Just end this silly race sooner.
Why stick around any longer
perceiving the same old, unpolished,
frayed and slightly greyed images
on a disappearing, silky screen,
when there is glorious and
unending nothing awaiting
this little, tiny insignificant me.
Jan 22, 2022
Jan 22, 2022 at 9:25 PM UTC
Heavy clouds hang over me.
Condensing blood to my feet.
Unable to move faster than cement blocks decay.
Always three steps behind, never able to walk side by side.
Just close enough to be in your shadow.
Ignoramus decisions and moments of nonsensical muttering run through my mind.
I see those blank stares.
I am the fall from there rise.
My feet almost ready to burst and send me to another world,
A place between time and space itself, a place of nothing.
The splatters and explosion of red bellow blind me.
I feel that last moment of pressure,
And I release myself.
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 5:30 PM UTC
A man was elected with no view on the most controversial issue.
Ignoramus within the southern states believed
This man to be a danger to their lifestyle and their
Wanted rights.
One by one, they became their own.
One fort, Sumter, became a commonplace for
Controversy. Belonging to the north, within the
Newly founded Confederate States, the fort was tossed back and forth in a game of table tennis.
A threat of war hovered above their heads, but supplies were sent.
No weapons.
No orders to attack.
Complete neutrality.
The attack came from an impatient general Beauregard,
Who ordered his men to open fire,
In a hope to force evacuation and surrender.
It worked. And all hell broke loose.
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 7:58 PM UTC
Beginning to remember
How it had just started
Now it's gone
I was gone for two weeks
And the river is now frozen
It was an inchoate group
Laying the bricks
One by one
But they departed so soon
Like the ignoramus men on the sidewalks
Herding like sheep to make a living
Like some old fat lady sitting by her children
With a half filled cup of happiness
Afraid of losing herself
Like those water drops on cold winter mornings
Forcing life to stay torpid
Pragmatism collapsed into my veins and
I heard the cat door slam and immediately looked at the clock
It was dead
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 4:01 AM UTC
Accompany the good always,
Free thyself from alluring delusion,
Tide over the turbulence of mind,
And seek liberation of Soul.
Believe in boundless bliss beyond ……9
Whither bound kin so keen,
When wealth is withered out?
Whither paled out lust and lucre,
When youth is lost in transit?
Akin to drained out pond on land.
Believe in boundless bliss beyond ….10
Behold the fugitive wheel of world,
Of lustrous wealth and wishes to seek.
Bereft you are to be, as time swipes off,
All ephemeral illusions in its course.
Believe in boundless bliss beyond ….11
Dawn n’ dusk make day n’ night,
Spring and winter take their turn,
Time plays the game of ebb n’ tide,
Yet, ignoramus hugs the storm of desires.
Believe in boundless bliss beyond ….12
None can save the rotten humdrum of life,
Save the sane and wise who guide n’ ferry,
Like a rescue boat in stormy ocean,
Of life revolving in birth and death.
Believe in boundless bliss beyond ….13
Be it an ascetic of ochre robes,
Or one in tucked from tie to toe,
Always strives only to fill his belly,
Thoughtless to the truth behind.
Believe in boundless bliss beyond ….14
Upper age freezing the warmth of life,
Unheeding head heading bald n’ grey,
Sickly face ******* toothless smiles,
Yet the soul clings to the pangs of life.
Believe in boundless bliss beyond ….15
Enslaved by the ire n’ desire,
Even in uneven evening of life,
Posthumous, none to carry or care,
Yet, one is passionate to the core.
Believe in boundless bliss beyond ….16
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 5:00 AM UTC
What in your life could be so difficult
that you confide in keyboards
when surrounded by voices
your adult nature
in a malnourished body
is the culprit perhaps
negligee that neglects curves
your synapses are not firing
can you not get the message to your brain
your oxygen starved brain
so you breathe more quickly
and in turn produce tears
you’re not happy
unless you don’t see him
but are still melancholy
and exaggerate
this is getting monotonous
as we sit at round tables
and discuss your behavior
you lone hairless baby
shush your sickly sweet sniffles
Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 11:16 PM UTC
Venus Ramey Murphy,
(September 26, 1924 – June 17, 2017)
American beauty pageant contestant &
activist; Venus won the Miss America
competition in Atlantic City,
New Jersey | | | |
on September 9, 1944;
Born in Ashland, Kentucky,
Venus left Kentucky to work
for the war effort in
Washington, DC, & there won
the Miss District of Columbia pageant,
& then onto Miss America in 1944;
Venus Ramey
was the first Miss America
to be photographed in color
& the first red-haired to win the title
I started listening to AM Christian
radio b/c it's funny; but on one side
of the dial is Rush Limbaugh & on
the other is Pravda in Russian; a
little further up the dial, I can hear
the latest on the record number of
undocumented transgenders running
for public office; I never thought I'd
miss dumb blondes & ****** but
happily married gay couples are the
reason a bloviating ignoramus like
Limbaugh is on the radio in the first
place;
|
[I'm not
the sort to gawk at penises, but even
that would be a marked improvement
over watching Rush Limbaugh] | [I
don't watch Christian TV b/c it's too
calculatedly stupid, as if anyone still
believed in backwoods hucksterism]
or the visible, risible conundrum of
an over-the-hill beauty queen; what
does one do after being crowned one
of the most beautiful women on earth;
Jesus, **** or homosexuality [ ]
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 3:38 PM UTC
I live in a hole,
but,
I'm not a hobbit,
I am whole,
complete construction of DNA,
a being,
a mixture of parts,
a mixed mash,
of colourful art,
I have charms,
they're buried far in the reaches of my eyes,
and,
at the end of my arms,
in the land where no-one lives but me,
I work in care,
as care I do,
I earn,
but I still just exist,
in my hole,
maybe my whole,
not even a half,
or a quarter,
not the devil's daughter,
ever,
not never,
never in a million years
this non hobbit woman,
is not an American,
in my case,
it's England,
that is the land of the free,
free speech,
that's a laugh,
free standing,
a lamp or a politician,
full of ignoramus blues,
all left over remnants,
from yesterday's news.
(C) Livvi
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 9:28 AM UTC
You don't like love
You just know time is a tickin'
Life is a bomb, and the heart is the victim
Eyes big with ambition
And wanting bad ******* becomes
The way you feel free, but it's krypted
It's a trap for those who are less gifted
The ignoramus who your teachers depicted
As the ones
You don't wanna become
You waste your day away the way you make
Your world say ****** words about your being
Striving to be the "spice" of the night
But you didn't think twice
Stuck your tongue in a vice
And it bit you with the venom
Now you're scarred up for life
In the mind there are things like,
Demons you shouldn't expose to light
Look beyond the little temporary pleasures
Find what's left in life for your face to elate to
Long live the bad ******* you didn't need
They gonna find the right man, indeed
Tell them mazel tov, and tell yourself
There's plenty people for me
And keep swimming, indefinitely
You're a lost soul half stepping
The pain of the game got you trippin
Thought the head was whatever
That place was good, but this is better
Smile and shake a new hand for the change
Reaching happiness inside, you're not far from range.
Don't trend like the words a poet site
Strive for success and live life right
Not taking no for an answer
Lift the sagging pants up
And walk with dignity into your dream
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 4:45 AM UTC
The gated gap between us--built of miles and time zones--
Made you oblivious; so certain that you'd be blind to my wounds.
You cherished every rolling hill and stretching road that kept you alone,
But hills were climbed and roads traversed so you'd be consumed!
I'd nearly died so many times--my own hand my fated doom--
But you'd built your walls to lock me out, and barred away my cries.
Well, old man, now's the time to see you've only built yourself a tomb,
And that, while my words live on, it shall be your arrogance that dies.
Ignorant, old condescending fool; a rotting sack of wasted promise,
I've built my throne from the bones of the soldiers you've sent--
Your heinous words, you ignoramus **** are a hymn to my success--
And I'm ready to break your spine (since your soul's already bent)!
Tell me now about your paints while I scribble with your blood!
Come now, dear father, come bask in your flood!
I'll open veins above you and reign with a rain of ink!
You think I'd be just like you? Here comes another think!
I'm twice the man with four times the wit;
All the grit without an ounce of ****
Let me slit my throat on quill-pen tip,
And watch you choke upon my quip.
Your ***** are tethered to a weathered brick of bitter remorse,
While I conduct a mantra diction of contradicted course.
I won't say you're dead to me; you're worth much more intact.
While there's many who can fit the mold, you help me construct losers--
The fodder I write just to slaughter; I've killed you frequently, in fact--
So when I need a worthless sack of **** you're the one I choose, sir!
So thanks for that, you beatnik **** I'll **** it on your epitaph!
And I'll do it all for free!
This ain't a vindictive son bellowing slander just for grandeur, no sir!
This is an oath to an old oaf that, though I can't remember your voice,
You WILL remember me!
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 3:42 PM UTC
It was so evident
The glimpse into your eye
Your fabled promise
Your, ignoramus
Closing to me, why?
It was so clear
No shadows fear
Your bloom on deep lagoon
Your spiraled scented perfume
Your history's last gloom
It was so right
As dawn breaking over the sound
Sheer carts of wheeling...ground
The love of promise, promised found
It was so evident, so clear
Because I was talking to a witch
Oct 30, 2019
Oct 30, 2019 at 8:03 PM UTC
Northern, Eastern, Western and South of our land is in great trouble
There's nothing to make, craft or do, jobs falling by double
We've lost all of our skills, mines, industries factories
None of the closed business will ever move back here
We were living the high life with Blair and his magical funding
Unaware the ground was falling beneath us and crumbling
Conditioned in good times and taken for granted
Now the shock is too much to handle
All prices up! Minimum wage no longer exists
European competition has seen to this
Competing with ex-slave labour
Who are prepared to work for peanuts and good favour
Tories fooling, ‘Ha ha there is no North and South divide’
While hammering the poorest, robbing us of all remaining pride
As he stands in Teesside he thinks it’s the Tyne
What hope does the UK have with such ignoramus Tory crime
With no hope of work futures look grim
Once happy people now stressed to the brink
We watch and listen about the mythical recovery
I think to myself, ‘London must be some far away country!’
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 9:56 AM UTC
True Story
Hello, do you remember me,
I'm the one with no college degree,
turned out alright, wouldn't you agree.
Always wanted to be famous,
I've been called an ignoramus,
until now, I was just nameless.
All I ask now is for a home and car,
haven't quite gotten that far,
everyday I earn a brand new scar.
Asking for enough money to live,
if only I could learn to forgive,
I still have a lot more to give.
At my age, I haven't done enough,
not making excuses about life being tough,
is it that wrong, to take a little puff.
Two great kids I hardly see,
but I know they totally love me,
it's too bad having kids wasn't free.
Just when things are going right,
the sun goes down, and it becomes night,
if there is a God, I bet he does it out of spite.
I do my best to outweigh the bad to good,
never did what I have should,
I feel like my life is misunderstood.
At the age when things are supposed to get better,
they never sent me that very important letter,
well it's middle age I'm about to enter.
Still I always try and be positive,
so what if I'm a bit provocative,
well that's my **** prerogative.
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 2:28 AM UTC
There is no such thing as freedom because you can play God
because he only pretends to sit in his sofa castle
laughing at your foolishness
eating your baby noodles
Anyone can play this game but I won't stand for it
because spilling their guts makes it criminal
because it makes me liberal
like it's all okay
Their cynical smirks and superior rationale
burn me alive into a ******* Charleston
I curse them all and **** them all
and I am ****** for it
Words of evil percieved only as evil by the weak
because killing and ****** is a neccessity
a demand for destiny which the world stages
it's freedom for all but the just
I know I know nothing unlike all the other pigs
they can cheer and chortle because they're boxed in their world
epileptic to my hare-ful truth that means nothing
because I am an ignoramus who is free
To the glamour dressed diesel alcoholic
to the giraffe-wearing radicalist
to the artistocratic plum-picking ***********
to the uneducated, cock-smoking secretary
to the briefless, cold-handed ******
to the green-spiked punk with a polarized attitude
to the one who sent nukes overseas to G**bless other countries
I pity your concealment; your pathetic, two-dimensional box
For I know nothing, so when you find me
Sit me down, and shoot me in the ******* head
Because you wish you had nothing like me
So find me and burn me on the stake
Huff the audacity my smoking flesh omits
Breed your Reptilian filth over my dead body
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 6:23 PM UTC