"stupidities" poems
Death patiently files his nails
And smokes a casual cigarette
Grinning and eyeless
He says so calmly
"Catch you later
Brave little dreamer"
Despite such brittle certainty
Men and women build
Despite such small mortality
Every space is filled
In the midst of death's destruction
Men and women build again
Fear, like a cringing bowel
Exudes an acrid stench
And whimpers and whines
Simpers and cries
"Don't you dare
Don't you ever dare"
Despite this clinging dread
Some will need to dare
Despite the bursting head
Dreams insist on birth
In the midst of our stupidities
Something wondrous strives
By Phil Roberts
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 12:08 PM UTC
Blackbirds backwards
and your solid foil to my boiling yawn
is remembered
I’ll always love you my dude
even though it’s mostly memory now
we travelled odd eighties early nineties
hinterlands
full of clear stupidities and hidden
immutable truths
but I’ll always hold
ridiculous dry heated cricket pitches,
run dark *** and loose joints
as what drove us
“What should we do today?”
“I dunno”
Jun 18, 2021
Jun 18, 2021 at 6:09 PM UTC
Death patiently files his nails
And smokes a casual cigarette
Grinning and eyeless
He says so calmly
"Catch you later
Brave little dreamer"
Despite such brittle certainty
Men and women build
Despite such small mortality
Every space is filled
In the midst of death's destruction
Men and women build again
Fear, like a cringing bowel
Exudes an acrid stench
And whimpers and whines
Simpers and cries
"Don't you dare
Don't you ever dare"
Despite this clinging dread
Some will need to dare
Despite the bursting head
Dreams insist on birth
In the midst of our stupidities
Something wondrous strives
By Phil Roberts
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 8:57 AM UTC
*Keeping please and thank you
within the answers held far
from talking eyes.
Is a burst of air splashing casually
from the pages of a book,
waltzing into sighs.
I just saw indignation
standing out in a thin smile again.
Emotionless laughter is at my door
with another sign, still and pausing
when night has entered
silently my friend.
On one side little boxes full of hope
grow bigger as they sit.
Yet, misting gently in the distance
comes the morning
instinctively they grow smaller
then they quit.
I do not know where I should be walking
or if I should mention what I see.
When uncertainty brings a little chill
hardens this soft heart
I carry
here inside of me.
You may hear stones from the ground
drinking the truth from my hands.
But not, if you still have
an axe to grind
stupidities pipe to smoke
at your command.
Listen to the cries of no, no, no
breathing inside all human souls.
Close your eyes and pretend
you are in Disneyland
burning every letter I sent you
but never wrote.
Your breath will come in a whispered kiss,
running through your head.
The poison from your mouth
will empty out into all the goodbyes
you meant, but never
quite said.*
Sep 6, 2011
Sep 6, 2011 at 12:43 PM UTC
Death patiently files his nails
And smokes a casual cigarette
Grinning and eyeless
He says so calmly
"Catch you later
Brave little dreamer"
Despite such brittle certainty
Men and women build
Despite such small mortality
Every space is filled
In the midst of death's destruction
Men and women build again
Fear, like a cringing bowel
Exudes an acrid stench
And whimpers and whines
Simpers and cries
"Don't you dare
Don't you ever dare"
Despite this clinging dread
Some will need to dare
Despite the bursting head
Dreams insist on birth
In the midst of our stupidities
Something wondrous strives
By Phil Roberts
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 10:00 AM UTC
I think about all
The stupid things
You've said to me,
And one of my favourite
Little stupidities
Is the one about the limo.
There was a contest
And the winner would
Win a limo ride.
I joked,
I asked if you had won.
You hadn't.
But you told me
That if you had won,
You would have made me ride
In the limo with you,
Just to embarrass me.
I wish you would have won.
Dec 9, 2011
Dec 9, 2011 at 6:20 AM UTC
I missed you today when i wished to have a moment of unadulterated joy
Every sign of being lost and blank i wished to destroy
I often smile with the thought of you
On all my worries it imposes a curfew
I missed you today when i enjoyed
That joy would have been doubled with you by my side
Your thought is inevitable, i fail to avoid
Without you my life seems to be void
I missed you today, as i picked up the phone
As there is no one i wait for in the internet zone
I wished to hear you scold me loud
Even it was somewhere between the crowd
I missed you today when i wished to share
As irrespective of my stupidities i know you would be there
Restless mind did tire me from within
Even the bright light around seemed to be dim.
I missed you today with all my heart
i wish we weren’t this far apart..
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 11:16 AM UTC
Death patiently files his nails
And smokes a casual cigarette
Grinning and eyeless
He says so calmly
"Catch you later
Brave little dreamer"
Despite such brittle certainty
Men and women build
Despite such small mortality
Every space is filled
In the midst of death's destruction
Men and women build again
Fear, like a cringing bowel
Exudes an acrid stench
And whimpers and whines
Simpers and cries
"Don't you dare
Don't you ever dare"
Despite this clinging dread
Some will need to dare
Despite the bursting head
Dreams insist on birth
In the midst of our stupidities
Something wondrous strives
By Phil Roberts
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 1:42 PM UTC
Quarreling lovers,
Put out the light.
Shut up,
Go to bed.
Don't forget to turn out the light,
Your rambling arguments are childish shambles.
Get up and get over it,
Or figure out your unlearned parables.
Your stupidities reach beyond your garden wall,
Stop fighting and grow up.
Stop using the wall,
Obvious fallacies lay on both sides.
Either work it out and be adults,
Or for the love of the almighty.
Say your goodbyes,
Your public fights are childish with no reaching results.
Shut up,
Go to bed.
And leave relationships to those wishing to be there at all.
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 10:43 PM UTC
Whenever
you enter
a room,
your
whole life
enters
with you.
---
Once I wandered
into the labyrinth
of madness.
I spent
some quality
time there.
I don't know
that all of me
returned.
---
We were as gods then, he said, but the clocks came and rendered our lives into pieces.
---
People misunderstand me;
I only mean what I am.
---
On good mornings
I wake up
and sincerely vow
to change my life
for the better
which never
seems to happen.
On bad mornings
I realize that
I am what I am
and even
in America,
land of
mindless optimism,
endless second chances,
tsunamis of self-help books,
and an infinity
of religions,
that is all
I'll ever be.
---
If something
we value
means nothing,
then more
of something
becomes
an excess
of nothing.
---
Life without
a woman
to temper
my stupidities
is difficult
indeed.
===
It is easy
in stray moments
to forgive
yourself.
---
Don't be afraid of the world;
it isn't afraid of you.
---
Love rarely suffices;
friendship often does.
---
You are
the only sunlight
on my skin;
when you go,
I slip
into darkness.
---
The future
is a patient
dog,
always beside us
waiting
to be noticed.
---
I would die
for your eyes.
~mce
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 8:07 PM UTC
Death patiently files his nails
And smokes a casual cigarette
Grinning and eyeless
He says so calmly
"Catch you later
Brave little dreamer"
Despite such brittle certainty
Men and women build
Despite such small mortality
Every space is filled
In the midst of death's destruction
Men and women build again
Fear, like a cringing bowel
Exudes an acrid stench
And whimpers and whines
Simpers and cries
"Don't you dare
Don't you ever dare"
Despite this clinging dread
Some will need to dare
Despite the bursting head
Dreams insist on birth
In the midst of our stupidities
Something wondrous strives
By Phil Roberts
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 3:03 PM UTC
Freedom is somewhat limited
In a so-called democratic society
At times, people cannot truly tell it like it is
People cannot vote freely
Without some restrictions or some stupidities
In order to weaken the disadvantaged
Even though the US first amendment guarantees
Freedom of speech, freedom of expression
To assemble peacefully, freedom of religion
Freedom is not what it is
It is not how it is articulated in the glossary
Freedom is relative, please
Do not say fire vociferously
Or yell gun in the theater
At church or in the street corner
You will be prosecuted
Freedom is not what it should be
It is not what the US Constitution intended
It to be
Freedom is somewhat controlled and limited.
Copyright © 2016 Logerie Hebert, all rights reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several books of poems.
May 15, 2025
May 15, 2025 at 7:43 AM UTC
unburdened by knowledge
or traditions of polite civility
some powermongers
brazenly
demand attention of the media
force their way onto title pages
assuming that bland lies
combined with contradictions
and outrageous stupidities
mostly echoing sycophantic TV news
will satisfy their followers
ensure their loyalty
and even guarantee
their reelection into higher office
there is a tendency
to underestimate ‘the people’
they usually take their time to watch
and talk and reconsider
after all
one does not lightly
throw away the expectations
one has projected onto the preferred
then comes the point
when ruthless ignorance
and greed for power
become too obvious
too much
people no longer do approve
the powermonger tumbles from his throne
his reign remembered as a somber blob
in people’s history
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 6:24 PM UTC
*the jewels on your ruby lips are pale
and the sundering of all earthly pleasures
wane as I wax into impotence and null frames...
I join the ghosts of our habit
and clown around the Maypole
like a Fool.... Nothing deters me from being
broken and unrequited and self abused.
your skin is lovely.
And yes... I remember the solemn vows
of Our intimate embrace.... But am I the only one
who would return to our hurricane
without preaching the Fifth.
I am ready and able to unload a Jupiter
of raw Lust and Kismet.
Are you ready to consume me ?
as I walk fire ?
As I approach you
to appease so many stupidities ?
God knows nothing but sharp sticks
and Halos.... As -
Human love knows nothing
But The One We Love....
and the yellow
in Midnight*
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 5:57 PM UTC
It's actually pathetic.
She fell for some *******
someone taken
some gay guy
someone out of her league
some *********
How could she be so stupid?
She did it again at 9 years old
at 10
13
16
21
Like a pattern of chaotic yet predictable events.
She knew it was coming: the pointlessness of it all. It would always end up the same way.
Why can't she be normal? she asked
She asked that every single day.
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 5:02 PM UTC
I remember crying because I failed to put the pedal on my bicycle
I remember the day when I got hit by my old friend for hiding his marbles
I remember the lies, tears, and dullness for which I created
When I was younger, gazillion times I always thought about the miracle
I remember those nights when my mom put me in bed and became a storyteller
Telling me how easily people fly crossing islands which was beyond the normal
Sometimes, I wish I could have that superpower
Wish someday when I get older, I would be a perfect girl
People would forget my stupidities and give me that label
That, is, miracle.
The cycle comes, and little me was gone
Hello nineteen me,
Welcome to another bedtime story
When you could pick a dream, but not really sure whether it'll be real or just fantasy
Still hoping that might you be a prodigy,
But you forget about the term of mental therapy
I do really sorry,
Your timeline didn't go as you planned
The majority of them was dreadfully failed
Haven't you realized it?
How many pains did you have?
How many failures did you receive?
And how many silly things did you do?
There are too many to be counted.
You always doing dumb things
Procrastinating in something,
And jeopardizing everything,
You are so embarrassing that you even couldn't bear with your own being
You always try yet you always fail
You always walk though you always want to fly
You always attempt to smile yet you do a lot of cries
You compare yourself to other people
You always think their life is much easier
You start blaming yourself about your awful character
Loathing your asymmetric face for not getting prettier
Cursing how bad annoying voice out of your manner
And blah.
Out of time, wish I could rewind the time
Wish I never wanted to dream to have superpower
Wish I never wanted to dream it at all
I regret dreaming for some miracle
Cos' miracles are unattainable
In fortune, there is only fate.
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 1:37 PM UTC
Finally, I am able to open my mouth
And Breathe
Without tension or stress.
No longer must I hold my breath and tighten my chest
And conform, appeal, or impress
The expectations, vanities, and stupidities
Of certain personalities.
Now,
I progress.
I have tolerated and waited,
Filling up the quotas issued by the blind
Outdated, unknowledgeable of the strife,
Of how many times we have broken down
And forced ourselves to shuffingly, reluctantly
Gather our pieces with disconnected, searching hands
And red-rimmed eyes.
For our will was to continue
Playing the game to be accepted into
A bigger game that offers
A paradox
Of freedom and responsibility.
I ordered the pocket-sized portion so
My portable paradox will have never have to leave my sight.
Feb 13, 2010
Feb 13, 2010 at 9:19 PM UTC
It's really about ways to develop. Or rather, the Way among ways. Or, ways to The Way. There's a word I've always been fond of. It's 'ineffable'. It means many things, but it really means beyond description. That's what all this stuff is. One is always making a stab at it, but that's it.
A ********** Of The Present
A ********** of the present -
It is thought?
Perhaps.
And yet you have to use thought
To divest yourself of thought
(at least to start with).
Riddle; paradox; conundrum:
How to solve it?
Krishnamurti, (clever man)
Used verbs like ‘carve the brain’
‘Scoop out’, ‘uproot’, and ‘empty’, aimed
At silencing a brain that’s interfered with by:
‘Ambitions, greed, stupidities, & vanities’.
All the same,
He never tells you How
He only tells you That.
Corwin (not-so-clever girl) says,
It’s the Now and only Now
That is the What and is the How;
The instrument, the what-to-do
That only you
Can find
Inside that mind
of yours.
Focus on a body part,
Your spleen, your heart
A word repeated,
On your breathing in and out.
On God, a saint,
If that’s your bent.
Focus, watch, come back to Now
When sidetracked,
Drift away or stray.
The only entrance back is Now.
I’m limited, I know –
But it’s a start with which
To scratch that wandering and misleading itch
Of wishing, longing, reminiscing,
Guilt and backward/forward thinking;
Start by which
To squelch & wash away the errors, launch your niche
Your cubbyhole, your branch…
I promise you, you won’t go wrong.
A ********** Of The Present 12.29.2016
The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;
Arlene Corwin
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 7:30 AM UTC
I have wide ranging
stupidities
and unsupervised
fantastic ideas
dancing with
confusing urges
just another sign
thee entrained vibe
originated
from a string pulled
and a call made
so other is unmade
your interaction here
your entanglement
if you are dancing
somewhere with vowels
spelled out aye aye
is preluded after all
Mar 8, 2025
Mar 8, 2025 at 12:45 AM UTC
Death patiently files his nails
And smokes a casual cigarette
Grinning and eyeless
He says so calmly
"Catch you later
Brave little dreamer"
Despite such brittle certainty
Men and women build
Despite such small mortality
Every space is filled
In the midst of death's destruction
Men and women build again
Fear, like a cringing bowel
Exudes an acrid stench
And whimpers and whines
Simpers and cries
"Don't you dare
Don't you ever dare"
Despite this clinging dread
Some will need to dare
Despite the bursting head
Dreams insist on birth
In the midst of our stupidities
Something wondrous strives
By Phil Roberts
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 4:01 PM UTC
DEFIANCE
By Erwin L. Rimban
Power hungry, you parade
Your deceptive stupidities in front
Of the apathetic world populace; Yet
A nucleus of enlightened humans are
Now awakening to the manipulations
You have showered on us for thousands
Upon thousands of years. Proceed then
With your plans within plans for utter
World ********** Intent on scavenging the remains
Of apathetic mortals whose daily toil can only be
Abject suffering, delusion and ignorance.
We measure the tides of suffering with the parameters
Of deceit you pile up on top of the avarice
That drives your dark selves and infamous cabals.
But never think that we shall surrender our souls
To your rapacious intent, for now
Is the time we rise and give answer
To millennia of darkness! And freedom beckons
At last to the Souls of Wisdom.
Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 3:39 AM UTC
I think love is a blind person
who have acceptance as his legs
trust as his hands ,
he has biggest heart
and other body parts too.
Nervousness and stupidities
all wander like butterflies
in his inexperienced stomach.
The tongue knows all the taste
whether its aesthetic , pathetic ,pain or agony.
Love knows the most exquisite languages
though he stutters many times .
He always stumble and fell down whenever he feels the weakness in his legs.
Survival gets lil harder
when arthritis touches his hands.
I have seen him getting paralyzed on his own.
Love has love in his heart but sometimes this place also became all cramped
like a flexible balloon .
No wonder I agree
That each body part is equally important
But the mind tell them all which one lacks where
to make it a whole.
He will be there for you always .
Sometimes with strongest trust fist,
bandaids on his heart ,
ready to give the punch mark on faces of those
who dared to give you scars
as if he is telling you
I have taken my lessons to stand still on your side
no matter what crosses my path.
He can't unlove your flaws
they never existed
Or it doesn't matter if they exists
As you know
Love is a blind person!
🖤
Sep 18, 2020
Sep 18, 2020 at 12:54 AM UTC
Thousands of galaxies swirl around my mind
Millions of dreams that I see
None of them makes any sense
All these eyes are judging me
Every mouth shouting
Yelling that I'm crazy
But I'm ignoring every stupidities
I'm living in my own world
May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 5:02 AM UTC