"nitwit" poems
she is outspoken and bold
bold like the sun
bolder than an army of boulders
falling from a hillside
she is an avalanche
when there is nowhere left to run
she is despised by some
and others wish to fill her
with some old fashioned whisky
i am sanctified by her ways
and returned to my former glory
as this poem has tasted far better days
she is a morning glory
her eyes are like the petals of a flower
she is the Wordsworth of the decade
a wordsmith dancing in her own decay
i am essentially a target
a lost projectile in the arrow's path
she has coaxed me back to sanity
with her sardonic gestures
and her sarcastic use of wit
i am a nitwit she said
so i laugh and pick the flowers from her hair
slowly and soporifically
i am seaweed adrift in her bonnet
sandpaper scattered along the shoreline
remove the blind spectacles
and eat the lines i’ve written
a poem is just a candle anyway
to spray the eyes of infinity with lightning
mars is retrograde regardless
so i’ll just sit here and pretend
that i’m not too much of a target for her beauty
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 3:05 PM UTC
Trump sat in his tower, supreme in every way
Whatever he wanted, he only had to say
The President to the press corps, of him, one day made fun
I’m gonna replace you bud, when your term is done
He started his campaign, they said he was a joke
But he became popular with all the common folk
The stuff that he spouted, was more and more absurd
But the stupid morons, swallowed his every word
He’s a Super Callous Fragile Racist Sexist **** Potus
Even though the sound of it is really quite atrocious
Maybe we could change him, if we tried hypnosis
He’s a Super Callous Fragile Racist Sexist **** Potus
There's no such thing as climate change, everything is fine
Burning coal and shale oil is perfectly divine
Those lefty enviornmentalists love to yell and shout
(making lots of money is what I'm all about)
The Mexicans are gonna pay when I build the wall
And I’ll lock you up Clinton, guaranteed next fall
No one could believe it, when the count was done
The blonde haired, orange faced, nitwit, actually had won
He’s a Super Callous Fragile Racist Sexist **** Potus
Even though the sound of it is really quite atrocious
Maybe we could change him, if we tried hypnosis
He’s a Super Callous Fragile Racist Sexist **** Potus
It’s just that he was used to, always getting his way
He signed executive orders, on his very first day
The Judges over ruled him, and put him in his place
They threw the executive orders, right back in his face
He’s having lot’s of problems, with the phoney press
And though he tweets daily, it’s still causing distress
If he bombed the Syrians, maybe it would make amends
But all he succeeded in doing, was **** off his Russian friends
He’s a Super Callous Fragile Racist Sexist **** Potus
Even though the sound of it is really quite atrocious
Maybe we could change him, if we tried hypnosis
He’s a Super Callous Fragile Racist Sexist **** Potus
The FBI investigate, so he fired their chief
The replacement just carried on, Trump got no relief
Congress is thinking, let's put Trump against the wall
Pence is in the wings, just waiting for their call
He’s a Super Callous Fragile Racist Sexist **** Potus
Even though the sound of it is really quite atrocious
Maybe we could change him, if we tried hypnosis
He’s a Super Callous Fragile Racist Sexist **** Potus
May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 3:55 PM UTC
A guy said, "Wow! My stress level
Has really dropped. I am elated!
I owe it to my meditation."
"Yes, and maybe endorphins," I stated.
"What?" he asked. "What do you mean?
What do orphans have to do with it?
I'm TRYING to share what happened to
My mind, and here you go and ***** with it."
"No," I chuckled. "You don't understand.
You see, 'and orphans' is not what I said.
It has nothing to do with orphans.
I was saying 'endorphins' instead."
"There you go again," he continued,
"Saying it over and over again:
'And orphans, and orphans.' You sound like
A nitwit with a capital 'N'!"
"I, a nitwit?" I said, astonished.
"You are the one who keeps repeating
'And orphans.' Now I see that trying
To reason with you is self-defeating."
"Self-defeating? B...b…but," he stammered,
"I was merely attempting to share
The benefits of my meditation.
Orphans are neither here nor there."
"Listen: I WASN'T saying 'ORPHANS'!"
I yelled. "And frankly, I have to confess
Meditation in your case is
Of questionable effectiveness."
"Although your criticism," he said,
"Should bother me, I will not let it."
He walked away, and as he did,
He mumbled, "And orphans? I STILL don't get it."
-by Bob B (7-27-21)
Jul 27, 2021
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Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC
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Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 12:35 PM UTC
we used to play
you used to call
and now we email
back & forth
once in awhile ~
I sign my new name:
love you, Samasati
but I feel the same,
clinging to a pipe dream;
however, aware of the glum analogy that:
other hearts are to me as my heart is to you
and still forgiveness is
an issue.
hypocritical overly heartswelled idiot;
blockhead, nitwit;
I am.
but when you told me
you miss me,
you miss my ******
you miss my intensity,
all I could muster up was
a hardy laugh.
Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 10:41 AM UTC
The clock struck mid-night London on the cheeks of her rosy smile. Glancing at Big Ben her high heels shined posh over the moon. Bold, intelligent and independent she stood at the corner of Westminster and Margret upon a shadow that faded her invisible to the alley of the big black door. She wanted a walk on the wild….. so with crimson lips the brazen beauty blew a kiss that knocked deaths door three times firm.
Beauty: Hello sweetheart. Could you be a doll and crack the bolt. She playfully inquired.
Death’s Door: ****** off!” I’m tired and about to hit the rack!
Beauty: "Eee you cheeky monkey" Do not play coy! For you may be a Fit Bloke for most but I’m
Karen Wankerstien the sexiest women in England! Crack the bolt I say!!!
Death’s Door: Who?
Beauty: Don’t be a ****** I’m Karen Wankerstien, business women of the year and the toast of this year’s Queen Charlotte Ball! Crack the bolt I say!!
Death’s Door: Who?
Beauty: You Nitwit. You know me well. It’s me Karen!
Death’s Door: OOO Hi Karen!!! You know I don’t recognize any of those fancy titles! For once you pass through these doors they all vanish. It’s best you live your life for the unseen beauty that never fades! “Charm is deceitful and beauty is passing, But a woman who fears the Lord, she shall be praised.” (proverbs 31).
Then crack goes the deadbolt! Fluttering her spine with the momentary thrill that danced upon the sun-rise of her temporal fairy-tale identity.
Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 7:57 PM UTC
Oh me oh my
such tall tale lies
upstream and down
by this Political Clown,
***** made of brass?!! My ***
Washing Brains with numbskullish hate
this pathetic excuse of a man with reality
his base does not relate, Whether near or far
those believing his words it is garbage they do eat
allowing many behaviors and nicknaming mistreats.
oh me oh my
a sad tear to be cried days and nights so dim as he is,
It will take years upon years to fix the damage done
& finally after 5 dead including an officer of the Law!
This smug poor loser ordered this result and now admits
his time is over, it's time to quit this nitwit says adios
and hello prison mates, I will make all the inmates love me,
You will see as I bend over backward to gain your gratitudes
all my prison base friends will share the same attitude
but please don't get me wrong! You will Love me long live
this master debater let's make a deal, okay we will talk later.
Farewell...So Long... it's been a great run.
Jan 7, 2021
Jan 7, 2021 at 10:50 PM UTC
No Clicking Of Heels
I don't cry anymore
Because I know
Anything that lasts
Must go slow.
We burned it out
With passion hot.
I touched you softly
And found your spot.
Not the one
Between your legs
Or your neck
Or pulling hair while you begged.
Far deeper than that
Did we go.
To a place unknown
In our soul.
A place that scared
The living hell
To a point
We did bid farewell.
We burned it out
Before we began
To see each other
From end to end.
From heart to heart
From head to toe
From places beneath
That none will know.
To places far more vast
Than we can see within ourselves.
Places never written about
On tall bookshelves.
Places beyond
space and time
Where angels dance
Where all things rhyme
And gel within
To grow us far
From egos to souls
On other sides of stars.
Where did we meet?
In halls of school?
And where's that baby
We wanted, with coo?
And I think of this
From time to time.
Wondering how
To end this rhyme
This hell to heaven
All wrapped in one
The memories of pain
And so much fun.
Where we are together
Making love and peace
As gypsies do
Living in ease.
But all my logic
And all you feels
Can't bring us back home
By click of heels.
The storm is too great
In your mind from then.
Yet I'll dream of you
Until my end.
4 mins flat,
This took to write.
And it's done with love
Not worry or fright.
You're within me
And you just flow out
So it all much be true
I have no doubt
That you miss me too,
Now and then
And have great wonder
Why did we end
Or could we begin again.
My feels; your logic;
My logic; your feels.
But no fine answer;
And no clicking of heels.
I've tried.
Haha
Love,
Smarty Pants [aka NitWit;) :*]
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 10:18 AM UTC
We went to the woods for a picnic
That girl was such a nitwit
She promised a lot
But all I got
Was a peck on the cheek and a biscuit
Her parents went to Rhyll
To me that sounded brill
I went to her place
All prepared (just in case)
And fed the budgie some trill
I said I've fallen for ya
Let's cuddle in the corner
She said that's nice
But tonight I might
Practise my recorder
She said it's good to share
I said I'm with you there
Then I was led
To a single bed
And loaned a teddy bear
I did my best to please her
But she was just a teaser
My money spent
My patience went
So it was time to leave her
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 2:17 PM UTC
You're insisting to meet me in a battle of wits
And are woefully oblivious to the fact you are unarmed
I don't want to battle
But backing down isn't in my DNA
I'll outwit you every day
Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 2:55 PM UTC
I - The Sound Abattoir
Crisp fractal, sunlight
on new-day sweat.
No one inside knows
about the new day yet.
Forms **** and spin
and they toil not.
Skeletons can sway
with impulse 'til they rot.
Crush-a-pill with rosy tint
to last you all the night.
Catch-a-number 'neath your tongue
and later you'll revive his Fright.
Pleasure, fleshly grimace
scours the brain against the skull.
Apartment movement never stops
and starts and sweat-sheen from the pull.
II - O Androgyne
I cannot see the world for his broad face.
The smell of sulphur would be welcome but
To choke the alcoholic reek he brings
By clutching him to me in slick embrace.
I gain his absence when I ask for breath
And he, the smiling nitwit, must consent,
So I duck to the streets with haste and breathe.
A moment in my father's sight is death.
He could not know the life that I now lead,
And all the misery I rail against;
My form is set upon the grind of days
To starve in hard-brick walls of earthly need.
Moonlit ********** strips charm from the sick
And faces all too masculine leer back
From windows; prostitutes with glitter hair
As deathbed cries of need cut down the quick.
III - A Solomon Grundy Secret
I will be, as a child,
Crushed under black boot
and throttled with Belt.
Taught to be the Man we were.
I am, as a man,
disciplined with the
golden silence
and icegrip of
solitude. No one knows
my stigmata better than
the Romans that wash
their hands of me.
I was,
as graying
Figure
nearing death,
too late to
utter any-thing of
Weight
at my
dying,
Last
breath.
Feb 7, 2010
Feb 7, 2010 at 7:00 PM UTC
I just found out from a good friend that miss jc Stole and reposted mine own poem dwindling on her page making people think its her poem.. . to you Mrs Jc... And other people who come on this site to make us miserable, I don't hate you.. Actually I feel sorry for you and believe more than ever you need God in your life and for someone to care for you.. sad thing is.. Good people left like me don't hate you nor am I mad at you... I know you have some good down in that soul... So please on mine behalf and others stop copying poems from me and from others and stop acting like a nitwit on a page for people to express their souls and hearts.. People already have bad enough days.. Like alot on here just as you have bad enough day.. How about everyone on here copies your work and posts it as theirs???? Huh jc? What than?
Or what if we constantly cut you down daily when noone did before and now from your childish bullcrap you've brought this on you... Like the others who have done that here.... Soo I'm not mad at you again nor do I hate you.... I forgive all and love all beings.. I pray you find your inner peace and God and true love and stop messing with others true love and poems and their own selves..... . your broken.. Angry at yourself God and the world... And you decide to take your anger and pain out in others. Well guess what? Not me JC!!!!! Not me.. I'm forgiving.. But unlike alot I will draw you out...not from rage or anger but to show you people are trying to helpppppppppp youuuuuuuuu!!!! Why? You ask because they have good souls??? Now where is that good soul I know you have in you Mrs Jc? Huh where is it.... Stop covering yourself with a mask and for once except others help... Though you don't feel love... From a being to another being who cares for your well-being.. Because you are soo unhappy it will lead you down to more major damage to your self. Others and more God...... Can't you see people in HP love you.??? And you wanna lose the privilege of people trying to help you? What then when people stop trying to help? You'll lose yourself... Which I can see you are losing self now.... Again not mad don't hate you. But except our love and trying to help you instead of you harming us . thank you
Brandon cory NAGLEY!!!!
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 7:04 PM UTC
Getting in the shower with my socks still on
Instead of fighting
Getting along
Wondering why the spaghetti is taking so long
Realizing
After much trouble
That the range wasn't on
Can't find my glasses
On my head
They still sit
Shaking my head
Feeling like a nitwit
The red sock I lost
Among the white laundry, I think
I wish I had thought longer
Now half of my laundry is pink
I don't sweat the small stuff much
There's bigger stuff to worry about
Call it a hunch
The imperfections that make me
An individual
Just one
Make the battle of being myself
Already won
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 12:53 AM UTC
i might give you this. but you won't change.
we have new ways of getting the pain in.
are you even aware of the practical agony of our bliss-less gloom ?
our two rooms a-jumblerumpskin ?
we live in the crease of at least two invalids.
but you steal cake and i witness. **** i've been this
nitwit who had a mind but squandered the perils of success in a losing myth.
i was a shut in
over the moon of my misadventures. tucked into jupiter sugar with my hair clean.
but my fear out.
Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 8:52 PM UTC
I made an oath,
While being between life and death
When I was left ghastly choice
Surrendered nothing but grimace
In the kingdom of three-wise-men
All of a sudden,
I found one among the right path
Then I was on the other side
I swore the truth but nothing less
I never felt such crossed between the lines
But I paved a way to a vicious lies
I was scared for trespassing the word of God
Cruelly I decided on the base of no ground
I shall receive a trial for what I have done
Even though how foolish it must be to acquiesce,
For the one who could see; for those who should see?
After all that I have been through,
I lost control and fainted on the dusty ground
Everything happened for good;
All my pain gone away and healed forever hatred
A miracle done for me; all that I have ever asked
Yes, my life is spared
Almighty God answered all of my thoughtful prayer
Thinking I will never ask again and ever
In the meantime,
I vowed sincerely to further distant cause
While thousands of critical problems right close to my nose
I made enough bluff, all the night turned ugly but puff
And the day became tough and rough for some stuff
The whole week turns up-side down
I am still a grown man but stubborn
A man who enjoys life to the fullest
Just like a piece of ****
I must be a nitwit.
Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 10:58 AM UTC
i might give you this. but you won't change. we have new ways of getting the pain in.
are you aware of the practical agony of our bliss-less gloom ? our two rooms a-jumblerumpskin ?
we live in the crease of at least two invalids. but you steal cake and i witness. **** i've been this
nitwit who had a mind but squandered the perils of success in a losing myth. i was a shut in
over the moon of my misadventures. tucked into jupiter sugar with my hair clean.
but my fear out.
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 10:34 AM UTC
Do not stand far off,
casting off bad thoughts and
negative critiques,
when two people are gathered
with romance and love,
you wonder as to why?
‘Why is she with him?
why he’s nothing more than
complete nitwit!’
and then you beg the reason
why is he with she?
‘Why she’s neither beautiful,
nor smart!’
without the heart,
to gain the closer look.
Ay, they may not seem
to bright, polite, or beams
of sunlight,
but here we are,
we stand and judge from afar,
without so much a wish
or will, to go and
have a closer look.
They hug and smile,
and you wonder why?
because unlike you, they
look not for just look,
intellect or past,
but instead to the contents
of their hearts.
Jan 18, 2012
Jan 18, 2012 at 5:26 AM UTC
**** this system, I ain't with it
I'm tired of always submitting
To what you say, I don't know I'll admit to it
I'll go against the people and be a misfit
To this messed up system, what a hypocrite
America is, "the president" is clearly unfit
What a freaking nitwit
I'm willing to outwit
this ****** system, misfit I'll be
Watch me; I'll get the innocent acquitted
And the immoral readmitted
Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 2:18 PM UTC
How does he not love me
Let me count the many ways not
Not with flower petals
What are flowers, I forgot
Just like Christmas gifts
And birthday too
At least for 7 years
You let me float adrift
You never hold my hand
Or kiss me just because
You never sit with me
These are just some of your flaws
You called me vicious names
That were meant to tear me down
You're just a mean old grump
For stupidity you wear the crown
Who would expect a woman to put up with
This petty ********
But I guess I feel sorry for you
Cuz you're such a nitwit
You got us thrown out
Of yet another place
Do you think that in my mind
These things can be erased
You have no right
To love me any less
I know, you know you're wrong
Why don't you just confess
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 12:07 PM UTC
I'm just your average idiot
Let me make that clear
I am nothing special;
A failure, but sincere
Clever are my thoughts
But I never follow through
In a lie detector test
I answered every question "true".
I smile through the pain
Feeling a sense of shame
Maybe I'm insane
Not right in the brain
Or am I just a nitwit
A simpleton at best
Gathering my twigs
To someday build a nest
Screaming out "I'm normal!"
But still not like the rest
Never fitting in
No matter who I'm with
You would understand the truth
From one day in my shoes
No need to feel pity
After all, I've got nothing to lose
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 6:27 AM UTC
Drowning in a sea of disbelief
Just can't conceive what you've done to me
What did I do to earn such grief
It's breaking me apart, I'm tearing at the seams
Nothing hurts me more
Than seeing you in the arms of that stupid *****
What the hell was I thinking when I thought you cared
You never gave a **** about the memories we shared
I gave you all I could but I guess that didn't cut it
What more do you want from me you greedy little nitwit
What was first a numbing pain, is now a raging fire
You think that little ***** will quench your desire?
Trust me, love, you'll miss me, and this is how I know
You love the thrill of the hunt and the prize at the end of the show
She'll sneak around behind your back, like you did mine
She'll give you lists and excuses till her story is a web of lies
Haven't you heard, karma's a *****
Keep that in mind for the next girl you ditch
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 1:46 PM UTC
On that night with bloodshot eyes
Who wants a shake, who wants some fries
I surfed the waves, stopped to swim
The light was on, but now it’s dim
A talking meatball, nitwit shake
Contentious fries, all in my face
Mindless droning of rusted gears
Drilling holes between my ears
Where’s a awl, where’s a knife
Someone please, poke out my eyes
Loose me from this garish spell
A wine induced living hell
Give me a hammer, NO! A rock
Something to slay the screeching box
Give me strength to fight the fool
Else a bucket, to catch the drool
All logic is wasted, as I slip
Down the drain, a steady drip
Mindless, gutless babbling dolt
To dense to run, to slow to bolt
Caught between the haze and hell
Falling deeper in the well
I close my eyes to stop the pain
The steady slipping of my brain
Wake me, wake me, wake me please
Life’s too short for this disease
**** me till my senses wake
Free me now, before I break
Up one night, with bloodshot eyes
Please…no more shakes and no more fries
The light is on, but quickly dims
I’d rather drown, than chance to swim
Nov 1, 2019
Nov 1, 2019 at 11:18 AM UTC