Best Outdoing Poems
I want to live
Not to focus on the end
Or on ENDING it
Not to see what’s wrong but right
Try to see beyond darkness to light
I want to try to dry my tears
To think of the coming years
To make a mark
To be strong
Not give up the fight
I want to live
And even when
I wish for death
There is that voice
That whispers to go on
To survive
To leave something behind
Death will come
Soon enough
In his own time
He will come and call
And take my hand
But till that time
I don’t want to flirt with him
Or be consumed with thoughts
Of joining him too soon
In a bonding embrace
No….I want to live!
I want to laugh
I want to dance
To sing
To write my little heart out
I want to love
I want to make love
With a deluge of passion
That bathes the universe in light
A glowing, pulsating star of the night,
I want to display...every hue of desire
Matching…NO…outdoing the kaleidoscope light show
Of the Aurora Borealis
YES….I want to FEEL
EVERY SENSATION
I want to experience
Ecstasy
Exhilaration
Elation
Ebullience supreme
Excitement galore
What’s more
I want to taste
On my lips
The saltiness of my own tears
Tears of joy
Of sated desire, but also
Tears of pain
Yes, even pain needs to visit
The home of my heart
For she makes JOY more precious
Happiness more REAL
For joy and pain are siblings
In the family of feelings
They visit at different times
I accept each call
Each visit
Though unexpected
I will act the host
And try my best
To focus on each visitor
And converse with my heart
And understand with my mind
The reason why
And THEN… I’ll determine
To go on….
I NEED to go on……
To give and not expect a return
To lavish and ravish
With all I have
With every minute particle of me
TO LOVE….
To love…
Myself
For I need my own acceptance
I crave my own praise
I desire my own kindness
I must train myself to see
My own beauty to believe
I have something to share
I have words to gift
Thoughts that could light up the world
And if not the world
To light up a face
Oh, what grace!!!
I want to live
This moment
NOW
For the fabric of this garment
Is sewn with the thread
Of
E T E R N I T Y
Yes, I want to live...
And I will...
I WILL
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Follow me and walk down an avenue of Firs
To my Log Cabin you'll view, I'm sure you'll concur
Overlooking Loch Ness, look in the fields you'll see
A herd of beautiful Reindeer roaming so free
But it's when you look around, my world glistens
It started by walking to here, footsteps to listen
Crunching, crunching, crunching, white virgin snow
Where here it's normally dark, now it's all aglow
As we turn the corner many colours in radiate
Glistening amidst the white kaleidoscopic drape
Then to the cabin we view, lanterns of every colour
Hanging in joyful sway never outdoing each other
As we draw nearer through the arched window I see
So beautiful in adorn, a most lovely Christmas Tree
Through the door we enter, Sleigh Bells in the Snow
It's at this time of year, so many many smiles show
.
All thanks to William Wordsworth, one of our greats
I wandered in my kitchen round
floating high on cocaine broaches
all at once guess what I found
a nest of golden cockroaches
inside the stove, beside the fridge
singing and dancing on every ridge
Continuous gold in costumes fine
eyes a-twinkling; looks of gay
parades in never-ending lines
the bug-stards out in full array
ten thousand I would estimate
with spindly legs on roller skates
They weaved and waved in glorious tune
to Bug Stars' hit "We're wild and free"
well good to make a poet swoon
to hear such perfect harmony
I gazed in wonder at this troupe
outdoing any pro rock group
Skilled crooners crooned while chorus girls
in-sync tap-tapped and showed slim knee
with hoops and loops and swirls and twirls
each pitch they met with practiced ease
involuntarily I swayed
blew air kisses in accolade
Now oft in bed when sleep eludes
in vacant and depressive mode
their scrabble on my mind intrudes
as on my food their sh-t they load
and then my heart with rue is stocked
cocaine's a bug-ger!! I'll smoke my socks!!
after all the idiots who followed Camping
found themselves up ****’s crick
after May of 2011 &
after all the morons hoping & “praying”
that they would get a “get out of life free” card
with the ending of the Mayan calendar
just a little more than a week ago,
discussion has already begun to loom,
spewing forth like the foulest vomit
(outdoing even lil’ Linda Blair’s projectile in
“The Exorcist”)
from the mouths of these
apocalyptophobiacs,
who cannot go to sleep at night,
unless they are counting repeating images of
Nostradamus,
hopping over the farmyard fence
with the rest of the
sheep.
yes fans,
the batshit****ingnuts of the world
have begun to spin their minds like a top,
panicking about “solar flares in 2013,”
“robots taking over the world in 2030,”
“Prof. Cunningham’s time capsule
predicting biological weapons eliminating
us all in 2016” & of course, our favorite
fictional character with his flowing blond hair,
blue eyes & ability to walk on water,
he’s supposed to be returning sometime to
“fight satan,” um, just as he has been
supposed to for, um,
quite some time…
but those avid readers of Jeane Dixon
will be waiting for 2020,
when “satan” & “jesus” fight for the big
heavyweight title…um,
but supposedly he has a window of 17 years
to arrive in the ring,
so, this writer certainly hopes that “satan”
brings a book or an ipod or some jax or
something, cause’ ****,
he’s got a while.
and then there’s the jewish end-seekers who
abide by the talmud’s 6000 year lifespan of the world…
and then there’s the numerology numbskulls
who are counting up how many times “allah” shows up
in the qur’an &
on &
on &
on &
on,
until these people are
scratching out their eyes
because they can’t stop twitching in fear
of
something happening at
some time, some place in the
future,
when they are
ALL DEAD---
DEAD
DEAD
DEAD---
just like the rest of us,
so,
this is an ode,
a salute to those who
are sick to ****ing death of
these people who will not embrace the
fact that their lives will not end in any grandiose,
metaphysically charged,
special, or unique kind of way---
hoorah.
Strokes of pungent ink,
outdoing realities,
recovering the soul.
Imagine the most successful version of you.
Imagine something that can actually come true.
Imagine all that success and what it would do.
Imagine all the failure that you plough through.
Imagine that dream job or successful career.
Imagine a life partner you love more each year.
Imagine your children you hold so dear.
Imagine happiness and a world of no fear.
Imagine your unrivalled talent,
the happiness, respect, wealth and love.
A life where you are most gallant,
imagine a freedom that flies like a dove.
A fantastic life which you empower,
away from sadness, bitter and sour,
outdoing rivals and making them cower,
when every hour is your finest hour.
Imagine imagine the life you imagine will actually happen
and you will live it for real one day.
Your resilience creates brilliance as skills broaden,
creating access to success on a vast array.
Now process this motion picture that is your own notion,
the life of glory and its extraordinary story.
Right now it lives in your imagination,
you hide it there to avoid humiliation.
But, just think about this,
this could be your only chance to exist.
Can you choose to believe wholeheartedly
what you imagine can become reality?
It's already real,
it's happened in your head,
so can become something you feel
before you are dead.
You can imagine
and you can dream,
with application these ways
could be seen.
If you can dream and imagine what life could be like,
then be brave each day and try to reach that height.
Your energy will drain so use it sensibly,
rest as you need to along this tiresome journey.
Difficulties always ease with familiarity,
strive for your aim and never switch to plan b.
Be strong physically and mentally,
and life will become what you want it to be.
And know you may seem deluded,
until the day the journey is concluded.
If you are persistent you will get through,
and the impossible will someday happen to you.
Dream a dream of the best you,
chase that dream until it comes true.
If it can happen in your head,
it can happen before you're dead,
live life brave before you reach the grave.
"it always seems impossible until it is done" - Ghandi
Inflation rages
Outdoing wages
Stock Market tanked
Stench from DC stank
Fed increases spending
High interest on homes, impending
The answer in November comes
Do not re-elect the same bums
9/29/2022
This life ain't right, so I'll just dream on/
Of you, our sex is on fire, I'm a king of Leon/
With you everything is just so in sync/
don't wanna miss a thing, so I don't blink/
My heart skips a beat, writes a rhyme, and bleeds for you/
I don't think, i don't want or could live a life without us two/
They say that there's always someone who's more perfect/
But you keep outdoing perfection, amazing just stays to reflect/
My only regret was not being enough to project/
confidence and looks that you couldn't reject/
I'm not perfect but baby I am worth it/
You're perfect but are you really worth it/
You say you're thankful but do I get anything in return?/
All I ask is for some love and a chance to have my turn/
To show you the world, one where you are the queen/
Your Prince Charming into a king, this is my dream/
Survival is a progressively efficient viral machine outdoing all competition.
Survival is an effortless, yet taxing, mediocrity sweetened by gratification.
Today Survival is a swirl of societal expectations, social roles, all learned precepts pressing against a cruel animal-istic cerebral, itching to be free.
A repetitive monologue of moving forward with an infinite fog of variables that masks survivals purpose, and yet still provides comfort through knowledge-less normality.
Everything we see survives but, why?
We reach outward for guidance.
We reach inward for peace
We only know how to survive because we accept what we see
For when the last person remembers you,
You cease to survive.
By,
Nathan Reger
love is tender, love is kind
it's the magic, hard to find
love means sharing,all your fears
sometimes it makes you shed tears
love is to fulfill your dreams
it's eternal , never it gleams
love is the sense, to endear a soul
a virtuous passion,aspired to extol
love knows no boundaries nor race
in all tongues ,it embraces grace
love is glory of two hearts bond
outdoing visions, if you respond
love is a tune , inscribed in code
a verse which mellows to be an ode
Abbas Kiamiri
RIVER
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My trail comes to face a wide river
With no bridges to be seen under these
evergreens —
Outdoing one another in height.
No rustling leaves underfoot:
The pines let fall their needles
For years and years, so
I walk over a padded bed of silence
Laid thick upon the earth,
softly, light browns beside
The sparkling…gurgling…never-to-end
Swooshing bustle-rush of the river’s
Blue flowing full with divine signs,
gifts, I am meant
To mark this spot, stop where I stand
Of a glance endowed with inspiration
From nature’s lit beauty
I will paint fast in memory.
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(c) sally ypung Eslinger 12/21/2
Thanks be to God
Many years ago, the thrill of traveling was
special to us, mostly in the summer months.
We planned to visit sites never seen before-
outdoing last year's joy.
To Turkey, Mexico, France, and Germany,
Florida, Alaska, Canada, and more;
cruises galore- plane flights over land and sea-
filling photo albums.
Many sights and untold memories had we,
even though, each year was harder to outdo.
Soon, we chose to slow down making travel plans-
enjoy our domain more.
Right here, in our grasp- comforts of our abode;
river view, mountains, trails, plus a lovely pool.
Done with tiresome traveling- the thrill is gone;
replacing home sweet home!
July 6, 2020
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Goldfish were in a decorating contest this week
They painted their scales in patterns that peek
Outdoing each other in swirls, lines, shapes and dots.
I saw them as far away as twelve hundred knots.
plethora of cakes and pies arrive
irregular shapes and forms
works of art
each mother outdoing herself
to show off for her darling children,
teachers week never tasted so great