
It takes a wonderful brain and exquisite senses to produce a few stupid ideas.
quote by George Santayana

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Just Some Stupid Girl
Just some stupid girl,
just fourteen years old.
She should have stayed silent.
She shouldn't act bold.
Just some stupid girl
lacking all sense of dread.
Classes for girls?
She should have been dead.
Just some stupid girl
only infidels note.
She took a shot to the head,
next a knife to the throat.
Just some stupid girl
that we failed to kill
filled with stupid ideas
that are not Allah's will.
Just some stupid girl
that some have called brave
just for daring to think
she won't wind up a slave.
poem by John F. McCullagh

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Me So Stupid
I could have been a brain surgeon
I could have been a pharmacist
I gave a shot at radio revivalist
With the bossman I'd have never been missed
Me so stupid
Me so stupid
Me so stupid
What is my IQ?
What is my intelligent quotiant
I could have built the Golden Gate Bridge
Or Einstein's nemesis
I could have been a derby jockey
But it's all come down to this
Me so stupid
Me so stupid
Me so stupid
What is my IQ?
What is my intelligent quotiant
I could have built Las Vegas
I could have built a drumsized Rolls Royce
I could have been President of the world
Could have had Ali on the ropes
Could have had Miss August
Again
Could have had Miss May
Again
Could have had Miss September
Again
But I waited till December
Me so stupid
Me so stupid
Me so stupid
What is my IQ?
What is my intelligent quotiant?
That's so wrong.............
song performed by by ZZ Top

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Stupid
So sad to hear that you dont want to hang around with me
So lame to see you leave and to know that you believe that its over
Cause when your weak I feel the need to get underneith your skin
And when you start to tweak I find a way to get up beside you
Stupid, stupid, stupid
Stupid, stupid, stupid
In time youll learn to love me as much as you love yourself
Oh in time youll learn to hate me
Cause when I feel the need to have you back by my side
I am sweet it makes me sick to know that I can be so blind
Stupid, stupid, stupid
Stupid, stupid, stupid
Stupid, stupid, stupid
Stupid, stupid, stupid
song performed by by Oleander

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What is called for is an exquisite balance between two conflicting needs: the most skeptical scrutiny of all hypotheses that are served up to us and at the same time a great openness to new ideas. If you are only skeptical, then no new ideas make it through to you. On the other hand, if you are open to the point of gullibility and have not an ounce of skeptical sense in you, then you cannot distinguish useful ideas from the worthless ones.
quote by Carl Sagan

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Physical Poetry
The physics of poetry
is best explained in a mind experiment
in the construction of this very poem.
As I write the question becomes
what is the word-next and its origins?
Now what word-next can be
is a question of probabilities;
since if I choose rhyme as my scheme
and since the words which will rhyme are finite
and not infinite
the only question then becomes
which one of these will I choose.
Now if I choose a word-next outside
rhyming
then I risk not making poetic sense
since writing a gibberish word,
or one not related to the whole,
would be judged word-next nonsense.
Now we ask who or what in the brain
is making these two decisions
is it me or is it something mysterious;
is it drawing upon the past and memory
or from an instantaneous present
or even perhaps from my future?
Or is it just random choices I make
without even understanding them?
But suppose it is something we call
consciousness which exists
in the brain-cloud of cells which
can with millions of possibilities
produce a entirely new idea
which by definition
can come to exist
like language itself
and produce something never before said;
and now is being compiled in the brain
in this very instant and brought into existence.
That is humans have with language
the ability to create sentences
which have never before existed,
spoken or written because some languages have
enough words in them to make these permutations
near infinite and hence new ideas possible therewith.
Suppose the same is true of the human mind
and human senses make possible from this
this exercise we call
the idea.
So beyond the physical aspects of the brain
there must be a non-physical aspect we call
consciousness, the spiritual, or whatever
word we choose as its name.
Now the other half of the transaction
is even more amazing:
I just made up a new idea
never been expressed before
and can talk to you about it
and given enough clues
it becomes something you understand
and you yourself can write
a poem about.
This must be trans-consciousness
which is now a double miracle
nobody understands.
poem by Lonnie Hicks

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To begin with, you must realize that any idea accepted by the brain is automatically transformed into an action of some sort. It may take seconds or minutes or longer - but ideas always produce a reaction of some sort.
quote by Scott Reed

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Stupid
Honestly, I like the word
Stupid,
I like you calling me
Stupid
In all the stupid things
That you think
I do
Which I think are
Stupid too,
Stupid!
Stupid makes me feel
That I am
Non-stupid
That I am nobody
That I am not
Like you calling me
Stupid
That I am not like you
That I am not
Alone
That I have no reason
To be sad
That confusion is not
A disease
That we all belong to one
Beautiful world
Stupid!
That is enough
Heaven for me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

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STUPID PEOPLE...by Talile Ali
STUPID PEOPLE EVERYWHERE
STUPID PEOPLE WITHOUT A CARE
STUPID PEOPLE WANNA SHARE
STUPID PEOPLE IN MY HAIR
IM IN THE UNITED STATES OF STUPID PEOPLE
STUPID PEOPLE ALL THEY WROTE
STUPID PEOPLE WHO THEY QUOTE
STUPID PEOPLE GET AROUND
STUPID PEOPLE THAT I FOUND
I'M IN THE SQUALLER AND THE WIT OF STUPID PEOPLE
STUPID PEOPLE SO I SWEAR
STUPID PEOPLE I DON'T DARE
STUPID PEOPLE ALL AROUND
STUPID PEOPLE LOST AND FOUND
CAN I GET A BREAK FROM BEING AROUND YOU
STUPID PEOPLE
poem by Talile Ali

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Stupid Cupid
stupid cupid
on that stupid day
hits my stupid heart
with his stupid arrow
stupid blood flows
from my stupid heart
and you are there
stupid enough to
just watch me
on that stupid day
i fall in love with you
and so stupid enough
i never tell you
and you are there
on that stupid day
watching me
and stupid enough
you love me too
but never tell me
stupid day stupid love
stupid cupid stupid us
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

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An Easier Way to Get Outside
I feed ideas.
And they still attempt to produce,
Fire from striking rocks.
I see them,
Knocking their heads against walls.
I do my best to show them...
An easier way to get outside,
Is to use the door.
That's what it is there for.
I feed ideas.
And they still attempt to produce,
Fire from striking rocks.
I turn on the lights.
And no one notices,
The switch.
I am accused of having magic powers.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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Our Parents Are Always Ours!
wonderful universe
Wonderful are sky and stars
Wonderful are sun and planets
Wonderful are Earth and moon!
Wonderful are ocean and land
Wonderful are forest and deserts
Wonderful are flora and fauna,
wonderful are you, me they, wonderful are body of all living beings,
Wonderful are words,
Wonderful are thoughts,
Wonderful are brain and heart!
When God has put all systems together,
One system work for another,
Or one system work for all,
All should be well and healthy!
All has to go together
and what is wrong,
And who is wrong,
The one who gave thirst,
Himself created water,
The one who has created hunger,
Has created food,
The one who has created one,
Has created Everything for him!
But the thirsty is wrong if want milk alone!
one who is hungry is wrong eats for taste alone,
Or Eats more than hunger
need will be fulfilled,
greed will be punished!
one has Everything ready here for his need,
For the greed things ready
are pain and agony!
Every senses and systems are there,
But it is left to one's choice,
How to use!
Parents work and bring things for children,
And children are good if they use and keep every thing
Good!
If not they try and play to break,
As man is doing with nature!
Ages may change, people may change,
But the absolute remain absolute,
The one started and stared in the play,
The one started his drama,
Know how to play it,
Know how and when
Where and why!
Knows how to change the scene and acts!
Those who brought you are real parents of your soul,
Those who borrowed you,
are your parents of body and mind!
Both parents are good and to be respected,
Those who taught what love is,
They should be loved,
they are your blood running through your heart and brain,
Our parents are our parents,
They gave their all to us,
Shared our fate,
Our children may not be our children,
As they come with their own taste and fate!
If any of our child can share our pain,
And give more love, more than what it take from us,
Is greater than,
Our heart and brain!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar

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Beba
ah beba you drive me crazy,
my brain disconnects from my senses
when i think of you and it takes me to a world of fantasies,
a world where i can be with you
and be happy in our own little beach house,
and in that world, when the night comes
the beach is all for the both of us,
and we make love on the sand
with waves splashing against our bare bodies,
and when we're done and lay next to each other
I look at you and tell you,
I love you,
and that's when i come back to my senses
and realize that
i've just said that outloud
in front of my whole class.
poem by Julio Anzueto

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The brain makes you perish.
An autocrat brain works fast,
Senses no danger and sooner
Would perish..
A democrat brain balances
Its move to reactions and soon
Would perish.
A monarch brain stays up,
Earns name and in saving it,
Would perish.
A slavery brain toils,
Lags behind and later
Would perish.
Your brain is the cause
Of your disaster.
25.12.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

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This is stupid,
This is stupid,
Stupid is anything that conspires agains't man's beauty,
I see stupid in anything called folly and illiterally ignorant behaviours,
My attitude is so not hot,
Either way my insanity is my negation and greed for respect and glory,
Man can talk alot of stupid things,
Even when educated,
Emotions take us to greed and hatred,
Impatience,
Blasphemies,
Changing patterns worser like Hatred,
Talk all bad,
And never mute our senses,
This is stupid how Iam,
Not to realise that Iam fallible like any man,
That I have alot of instincts to give a message to mankind,
Equality and surely you will be called blessed,
Behaviours and attitude's talk alot about us.
poem by Abdul Karim

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Writer's Block
Writers block
a gift for us
in multitudes
an unending treasure
wealth of the seven kings
when we are two together
but I deprived
of the sweet grain
barren of the quite
drizzling rain
bereft from the
blissful stream
I am blocked.
though
senses go
for a thrill
ideas score
a nil
a sense of infertility
creeps in
in solitude
crowded in,
the clouds
with heavy rain
flooded me
and I am marooned.
among the great ideas
I lose myself
In the cobweb
knitted
So complex
I can not find
My desired thread
My senses starved
I am blocked, again.
poem by Abdul Wahab

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One Man's Brain
Distasteful references of the inner city
by an uninhabited brain from the outer rim
It is so far gone from the real world
that it splatters itself all over the tv
A fly stuck in its own blood
The eyes still work and everything else is intact
The heart has a pulse and the brain an electrical current
It believes that this theatrical commentary
is the mediator of real knowledge
The TV is a screen into one man's brain
his thoughts and ideas about how life should be
Each channel flashes into different thoughts and interests
They are the same thoughts but with different scenery
There are mostly people who look like him
The reality of the channels are so far gone
Brains farts of psycho babble that is unintelligible
A cocktail mixed with tree and birds
poured over everything that is bad
turns into this fake goodness
This is why their is racism because there is racism on tv
This is why dogs are painted with nail polish
Everything stupid is on tv to be laughed at
Everything smart and rational is left out
poem by Cokbod Lodwogo

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Sometimes
sometimes i feel
so stupid and so stupid
that i like being called stupid
by other stupid people out
there who think that
they are not stupid
sometimes i like to laugh
at myself and call myself
crazy and behave like i
am crazy and then suddenly
a man comes next to me
and asks me
why am i happy?
i think he is not stupid anymore.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

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Stupid I
My stupid I,
do not know,
the sight of the
falling snow.
My stupid I,
didn't see,
the depth of,
unexplored sea.
My stupid I,
never watch,
how the honey-bees,
do flowers touch!
My stupid I,
do always kill,
the busy ants,
doing their drill.
My stupid I,
can never stand,
to enjoy the sky,
and beautiful land.
Now, my stupid I,
want to feel all,
she missed before,
Oh! Nature's call!
poem by Nilakshi Das

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Peter Patter...
i must not be stupid enough to know that
i am stupid but stupid or not i must realize
that stupidity is not that stupid
sometimes it has flashes of wisdom
wears its whiskers
smokes pipes and
wipes that stupid look that makes other wonder
it is just the look?
or the spook?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

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That's wonderful love.......
How wonderful to win your heart with a smile
How wonderful to kiss your lips with hopeful
How wonderful to get your heart with love
How wonderful to see your soul in me
How wonderful to laugh with your sweet words
How wonderful to hold you tight and kiss gently
How wonderful to fly with you to the dream land
How wonderful to drive you through the mountain valleys
How wonderful to be with you within four walls
How wonderful to give you what you look for
How wonderful to hug you and keep you in my arms
How wonderful to wear our wedding rings on our wedding day
How wonderful to bind your love to last for ever
poem by Ravi Sathasivam

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