"incompetency" poems
The line between necessity and decency...
Is often blurred by laziness
Fancy that!
And when you do, the implosion of a galaxy
Is easily possible based on the Unit of Humanitarian incompetency
The fat man eating doritos on a couch
The ****** who won't study
The Goat that lays no eggs
Good night
Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 1:41 AM UTC
Why in the big government today,
are there so many politics,
and not enough policy.
Why are we like the mice to their cat,
as we run and scrounge,
and they grow fat.
Why do we sit and let them decide,
when incompetency and latency,
strip us of our pride.
As we sit and choose who is best,
we forget that these men must pass a test,
it is not about who has better hair,
or whether they say their daily prayer.
The test should be one of valor and bravery,
someone who can fight for our safety,
one who is even-keel and not unsavory,
and most importantly
someone who saves us from slavery.
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 10:35 AM UTC
One could might hypothesize
That the tears would have
Drained more than
The veins drawing out
Of the confines of the muscle
Pumping sweltering anger
On such a transportation
Of creating a new home
Out of one recognized for three years.
The stacks upon stacks
Of emotional drainage
After the physical had worn out
From problem after inconvenience
After incompetency.
A departure I wrote an outline for
Before I stood at the border
Of goodbyes,
I quickly threw out.
The itch and discomfort,
The aching and drainage
The constant questions in my mind
Throughout the entire time
Divorced me from the clouds
That I foresaw above us
Hugging goodbyes.
The storm was in the lies
That made me hurt
To see such discomfort in your eyes.
Here’s to the storm’s dispersion,
No good deed can split the coming tidal wave.
May 25, 2021
May 25, 2021 at 7:34 PM UTC
With the sunlight on my face,
All the walls surrounding me; opaque,
The outside world completely efface,
I found myself, now awake.
The fortress of my captivity,
Keeping me alive but still,
The fortress of my incompetency,
The last of me it killed.
The pleasure it tingled,
Cannot be replaced,
Still I wish to run away,
To the land outside these gates,
All the gold I have,
Is nothing but metal,
All the joy I need,
Is not for what I’ve settled,
This fortress of my solitude,
Forever screaming the pains it felt,
This fortress of my extinction.
With me, dying many deaths.
Curtains in this room,
Stopped speaking now,
Left their bodies here,
And heart outside the realm, astound.
It’s marvellous how miserable I am,
With all the wonders at my foot,
The jewels, the pleasures,
Even so,
I’d love to take all my plans and scram.
The palace of illusion,
I am living in,
Has given me more than I ever deserved,
Yet the feeling of me belonging in the field,
Is something I’ve always preserved .
The fortress of my hopelessness,
Falling down now,
With the reign of my lord changing,
In front of an unknown king we bow,
Thrown out of this boundary,
Helplessness prevails,
But the joy it brought me,
I set a new sail.
For life has always been,
Catastrophic,
Dreadful it seemed,
It felt worthwhile now,
Alas! It is just a dream.
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 10:53 AM UTC
you killed it.
okay,-
maybe it was me.
possibly killed it with my jealousy.
or maybe with my own incompetency.
or with my ignorance.
or just plain mania, you see.
i guess i can't say you killed what used to be.
its my fallacy.
forgive me please,
this place no longer renders-
the heart of my vile poetry.
Aug 16, 2010
Aug 16, 2010 at 11:49 PM UTC
This will be the last time.
The last time you’ll be reminded of us.
Of what we had, did, and wanted to do.
It’s quite bitter now, and for that I apologize.
I should have left it alone when I had the chance.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t regret us.
Not for one ******* second.
I regret that I wasn’t the one that could make you happy.
I regret that I wasn’t the one who could brighten your day with one smile.
I regret that I couldn’t bring you to where you needed to be.
After all, you did all that for me.
Regardless of miles or paths, I will never regret you, or us.
I will never regret our **** days in your bed being playful.
I will never regret the kisses and hugs that brought my world back into focus.
And I will never regret you.
I removed the necklace and rings for one reason.
I can’t live with the constant reminder that I lost the best part of my life.
Truly, I will miss you.
But you need more than just me.
So fly and be free from this cage of moral incompetency.
Now, I give you permission.
Permission to live freely.
Now, go.
And please don’t forget me, or the time I spent by your side.
For I will never truly be completely gone from there.
Only temporarily misplaced, and ready for when you may need me once again.
Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 2:55 AM UTC
The outline as your lips quiver
The way your four wrinkles align with your emerald eyes
You're flummoxed
Suffocating in a loaded box
You become disoriented
Unable to fulfill your own yen
The incompetency for serenity
You're detained in a stage of captivity
Stuck in a cloud of woe
Your brain is a disaster as so
Again, the process of creation begins
1,2,3 Go
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 5:39 AM UTC
Her stained thoughts manifest
as reckless voice that
critiques and confines.
Her words jars authenticity
and snubs their narrative,
cooked from their perspective,
and experience.
Flames of disapproval,
burn brighter with every beat
as incompetency bites
and acceptance withers.
She captures snapshots,
and confines them into
stereotyped framed
of idiosyncratic value.
But steadily,
as she delayers,
scrubs the scrutiny of judgements
of her thoughts, and emotions —
she steps off the battleground
of others skin
and becomes the change of creating
a embracing society.
Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 11:52 AM UTC
*"said my muse to me,
'look in thy heart and write.'"*
-Philip Sidney
1
"i have a song to show you," i said in the late morning
but did not play it until eleven that night.
your eyes seemed blue when i met you
i realized they are green or maybe temperamental.
as the train swept past the neighborhoods and the forests
in between them
and the white delicate soot of the snow lifted in the air
for a second, or two or three
one couldn't see anything from the window
on one side, this
on the other, you
one ethereal
the other, just frozen rain
2
in the museum,
the serious straight lines of malevich stared me down
i walked towards the other side of the room
when i turned around, the back of your head
ash blonde and head tilted
i looked at the art, then the floor, then the white walls
you looking at your favorite painting
you implied it was an honor and
i touched your shoulder
and called you the prettiest thing here.
you smiled. it was just the truth.
i said i would see my favorite painting
but i don't know where it is
you told me, with a laugh,
you did not mind traveling
i later found out
Portrait of Maude Abrantes
is in Haifa.
3
"where do we go?" you asked.
"good question. i don't know,"
figure out for yourself what i meant.
The subways were all closed
and only the 7 was running
*who gives a **** about the 7?* i'd always said
guess the joke was on me.
walking to the station, whichever one we could find
i looked up at you with snow dusted hair
and frostbitten hands
feeling something i hadn't felt in years
"let's hop on a train and get off wherever"
it took 15 minutes
but the D train rolled in
and up to 59th we went,
then the E down to west 14th.
We laughed at the incompetency of bureaucracy
and hopped from the train onto the platform,
watching the gap as we did.
4
there,
on west 14th
the Chelsea streets were wordless,
sleeping in on a saturday night
we walked past snowed in cars and i laughed at the
ridiculousness of it all
this is how badly i'd wanted to go to the city with you!
but i didn't mind
i walked a bit ahead
turned around
the beaux arts townhouses
on either side of us
strategically planned trees
and a pair of lost gloves
it was so quiet i couldn't hear my thoughts
just my heart's rhythm
in the station that night
you had told me you wished i had a place in brooklyn to go back to
"yeah, if we could even find a train that went there," i laughed.
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 11:26 PM UTC
I cannot understand most people...
Why do people put limitations on their life?
Yet, everyone seems to be broke....
Struggles in life......
Poor mouths and borrows.....
The answer.....
Fear the unknown...
Lazy in life....
No drive or aggression....
All the excuses in the world.....
Excuses are tools of incompetency that build monuments of nothing
and people that use them are seldom good at anything else!!!!!
I don't want to hear I had a tough life...
Step in my shoes.....
The two most important in my world is God and $$$$
People say that I am all about money......
Yes I am, how can I help people if I am broke...
Sew into someones life and watch them grow...
Stay positive....
There is always a flip side to everything....
Never speak doubt.....
God wants you to have big things,
ask him for them and quit blaming him...
It's not God's fault,
it's one's own fault, poor you boohoo....
Sorry if I offend,
some must hear this....
Learn what love really means...
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 12:12 PM UTC
We will charge harder
Yes sir!
We will strike when it is cold
Yes sir!
Let's go by night
Yes sir!
Prepare the feeryboats and other vessels
Yes sir!
Send them West at once
Yes sir!
Charge our men forward
Yes sir!
Eliminate thy enemies
Yes sir!
Crucify their men to the cross
Yes sir!
Their women
Bring spoils from the merry
Yes sir!
Gold
Your dignity of war
Yes sir!
What's with the yes sir?
Yes sir!
Incompetency tthou keep under thy bossom
Yes sir!
Are you sure you can lead,
Thy men to battle?
Yes sir!
What's with the yes sir?
Yes sir!
Colnel!
Yes sir!
Thou look less serious
Yes sir!
Go forth and disseminate thy rivals
Yes sir!
Go now!
Yes sir!
Go!
Yes sir!
What are thou waiting for?
Yes sir!
Written Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson
Nov 20, 2020
Nov 20, 2020 at 7:05 AM UTC
what words do i need to put here next?
o yeah right, i just lost an argument today
and i didn't bother speaking out my stand.
speak out what?
speak about how ****** my life
is turning out to be?
i was late at work today
because of the ****** traffic enforcers who
delayed my travel because of their
incompetency on handling the ****** up
traffic
and funny; they make a living out of my taxes.
my fingers wants to explode,
my fists wants to punch a hole out of thin air.
this frustration can't even take a shape of a ball
and so it goes ******** my head all day
is it fair to say i'm doing my best every
single ******* day just to make it through the fire?
bukowski, i imagine your ghost
but i can't tell what would be your reaction.
maybe you'll ignore me like those desperate
writers from the past who sent you their poems
you ignored unless it was a fuckable *****
you don't give a **** for what matters most to you is
how well you walk through the fire.
i am walking through the fire.
every day.
every cigarette.
every breath.
every dump.
every ****
frustration at its finest
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 3:34 AM UTC
It makes me wonder why people have so many excuses
Life isn't fair to me
I was dealt this hand in life
It's not my fault
No one care's
Always wining
Nobody loves me
Give me a ******* break
I hear people say that God works in mysterious ways
God is not mysterious, they just don't know him
If your one of these people
******* grow up
Educate yourself
It's a great big world we live in
Plenty of, places, people and things, including jobs
Step out and be your own person
Sorry if I offend some of you
But you need to hear it sooner, then later
Excuses are tools of incompetency that build monument of nothing
And people who use them are seldom good at anything else
Good Luck!
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 8:22 PM UTC
*It seems that he is in pain great,
The dam of emotions broken at last.
Such vitality there is in words his,
Only hope I can too match earnestness such.
Won't deny my jealousy,
Assumed I had it to be domain mine,
Only to be reminded that,
The avenue is open for all.
Open for all to vent out grief and joy,
His grief seems pure,
While mine is tainted,
Tainted with greed, incompetency and lust.
Look up to him I do,
Hope that he finds peace,
Peace in a world filled with betrayal and incompetency,
And brutally lacking empathy.*
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 8:12 AM UTC