Best Outruns Poems
Unswallowed lumps of lobster immodest
Crustacean returns to pincers persimmon
Waitress whisk indiscernible clears linen
Custom of one equates her eight hour day
Has It All Paul wipes away gourmet residual
Exhaustion frightened by frothy latte
Fingers in pies finance necromancer denies
Bulging funds fail to complete, coins conflict
Periphery rebuffs, enough is finite, endless leers
Goblet of gluttony grape broth overflow inflicts
Victim of vanished virtue, bon vivant declaration
Transmutes rules, outruns consequence
Guidance glued in buttery dough glides rhetorical
Yacht reined in quay quiver, another arrow for Cupid
Entertainment timed to change with shifting tides
Inglots tossed overboard drown in debauch
Drunk playboy Paul while vulnerable divulges
Disdain for greeds' steep scrag, perpetual pursuit
Outdo, prove prowess for those who never realise
Incongruent grapple for further forgets to cherish
Partners relent, resources force caucus to submit
Patronising Paul procures boardroom obedience
Inundating debt retards bombastic boon reward
Promise of association silences indulgent sin
28th June
Plenty Stimulates
Written: Jun 2nd, 2026, for a contest sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
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A poetic reply to a piece created by Nobel Prize winner and Mexican poet /writer, Octavio Paz:
There is not
A single soul among the trees
And I
Don't know where I've gone.
"I step—"into the quiet rising from trees,
my fingers are tracing the cold, resistant bark.
"The path— waits, thin as~a breath before speaking"
Birds' flight testifies~our souls prowl woods.
"The wind—" fails to read~the omen of fate,
A frightful form frays from a furred finger.
"The gap—" between roots is all that we are;
a wraith, fumbling for skin~outruns my frantic stride.
"I follow—" until its echo threads my footsteps,
and I am found, rooted to~disappear...
a sugar maple leaf slips free
counting toward One proof
the Seven Mysteries
God, I count prime gaps
I watch prime numbers growing
only primes orbit
a rule sends one step
loops return periods double
recursion counts One
an iteration
within fluid smoothness frays
water turns inward
can you see the curve
study elliptic rank shifts
findings test the rank
questions spiral out
unknown patterns circle back
pi bends into sight
a proof can be checked
still search cannot prove it now
checking outruns search
every loop turns east
the count folds back into form
through form, God's Haiku
the sugar-maple leaf settles on frost
children of the corn start to awaken
Time outruns those who don't sprint
To keep up. It never turns back
Or bothers to wait for idle souls
Why carry coals to Newcastle?
Time misspent is time gone forever
Easy come and easy go
Time is too busy to wallow in
The stillness of now. Indeed, it does
Flee like a long-distance runner
With an engine that keeps on
Humming and chugging, it keeps on
Steadily; time never crawls, it sprints
CONTEST NO 218 any form-any theme with max of 12 lines Poetry Contest
Winner(8th Place)
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Date written: 10/03/2013
Date posted: 03/29/2016
An alligator always ate addax and antelopes.
Baby bats began bouncing before burping
Caterpillars climb cable crossings carefully
Dingos don't dine delicately during dinner.
Eager elephants enjoy easily eating eggplants
Funny frogs finally find flipping fun
Granny goat 's girl got green grapes
Healthy heavy happy hippos hate horrendous heat
Iguana is inhaling icky insects
Jolly Joey Jumps joyfully juggling jelly jars.
Kevin's kangaroo keeps kicking kids
Lions like long-legged little llamas
monkeys making magical music
Nightingales nest neatly nearby
Olly's old Ostrich outruns others
Polly parrot playfully peck puppies paws
Quick quirky quails quarrel quietly
Robert's rascally rabbits racing raccoons
Slinky slimy snakes slither slowly
Tony the Tiger tasted termites.
Unusual Ukari understands us
Voracious vicarious vultures visibly vibrate
Walruses wobble while wiggling wildly
x-ray tetras want worms
Young yellow yackety Yaks yawn
Zealous Zany Zesty Zebra
Beyond is Jordan, past the great Red Sea,
a distance cov’ring awesome, frightful years.
Invisible her pathway heading home
while Eve awaits the target of her soul.
Through darksome deserts, wand'ring back again
she learns the whereabouts concerning God.
The Holy Spirit is her breath from God;
she praises Him for opening her sea,
for granting ears to hear Him once again.
He’s been her Shield throughout these many years
since Satan hurled his darts upon her soul.
With thanks to God, she’s on the road called home.
She’s found wherever God is, that is home
and stakes her trust in One eternal God.
Like Josh and Caleb, she’s a faithful soul
to celebrate as she outruns her sea.
Her kith and kin show doubt for countless years -
complaining, fearful, time and time again.
When greed and jealous spirits plague again,
she starts to question what she called her home.
Her feet have tread on alleyways for years.
The place prepared by her omniscient God
has boulevards of gold just past the sea
no sun is needed, Christ will light her soul.
No cause for censure, heaven fills her soul
down here on earth. She ponders once again
by trusting God to clear her way of sea
eternal life begins on her way home.
The Holy Spirit lives within as God
and fills her as His temple all her years.
She trusts Him for the distance and for years
and lives with hope down deep within her soul.
Christ is the link that joins her life to God,
creating in her heart the will to gain
sweet fellowship with Him who wants our home
to be with Him well past this earthly sea.
Through endless years here crossing o’er the sea
Eve bares her soul and finds the perfect home
Almighty God spread Eden's gates again.
November 18, 2014
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Contest: Show Me God
Show your love and let it go
Show your ego and confine it
For your love it shall return
For the latter not so likely
Like the falcon on my arm
The swing out in the park
Just like a sailing boomerang
Or a cradle in the dark
When the hare outruns the fox
The cubs don't get to feed
Like a fortune to a fool
Driven only by his greed
Like the clouds release the rain
Like the tree, its seed to grow
Like the bird on fallen wing
Show your love and let it go
A mother's hand trembles
as she brushes a tear from her eyes;
while watching her awkward child
standing all alone, forgotten.
As others, in their budding self-awareness,
catch glimpses as they run by, playing
at their games and life.
They were too young, perhaps,
to appreciate that difference will
often foretell brilliance, that genius
sometimes hides behind
shyness, and strength within
softly stammered words.
Instead, we often feel we must march
to the same annoying drum beat,
speak the same exhausted phrases,
and think only empty thoughts
to feel connected. While left alone,
the one who's different
finds contentment in tending
a garden of his dreams.
Perhaps he should have come to this
life a little later, when humanity
might have learned acceptance
of those unlike themselves, and
tolerance for minds greater than
their own.
But, for now, there'll be derision
as insecurity outruns compassion
in the human race. Yet, as sometimes
happens, the awkward one, rejected as
a playmate, is now extolled by many
critics for his masterpieces.
And we gaze in wonder at the loveliness
of the unique.
My heart pounds swiftly and sweetly
As I set again home bound
My body is calmed in unreached respite
My soul outruns its line
And catches untouched pleasures
In a little while
I will lay my bent and beaten back on my bed
And rest my burdened head on my mother’s lap
I will savor her supple hands’ giftedness
And look into my father’s bright face
I shall hear again mother’s well-known tunes
That tickled me to thrill
I will walk proudly in the peaceful precinct
Where I am king
DAMSELS IN KUTTANAD
In Kuttanad
The damsels
Never outruns girlhood.
Like lakes,
Stirs in gentle breeze.
In the brook
Perches becomes stars
At their sight.
At the twinkling anklets
Water lilies flushed.
From the untied hair
The blackened shadows flies.
Seeing the ebony bossom
The sky bloomed wide.
TIME
Time
The turbid water
Everyone catches fish.
I'm waiting
turn to come.
FANTACY
Her cotton sari
Ensnared the city
Hands spirited
Neck sought to strangle
Legs fly
Hair soar madness
Ears melted cell phones
Heart collapsed the sky.
DISTORTED
Arabian sea
Encroached the city
With chopped head
And swelled legs.
Clouds fought like black cats
Spirit scented rain raged on.
The world lay
As if in a morgue
Varied dance accrued
Atop it.
View distorted.
‘Old Spice’ and wet grass carry years
of understanding between us.
What I wear and you gather into you,
become a language neither of us know,
but comprehend in mouse-tracks of deduction.
You read grease and engine oil, as if grease and engine oil
were two parts of a book left out in the wet,
a chemical patois revealed by an inborn knowledge
of petroleum pipes, and the long-distance howls
of Alaskan wolves.
If I break wind, you run to me, body rapt and heeding,
every hair translating a smudged paragraph or two into
volumes of memory.
Rubbernecking my attention with a fixed gaze,
(No, Timmy has not fallen down an abandoned mine shaft),
you are just staring at my next question,
willing to jaw with more whiffs of intimacy.
Tales of muddy boots, the flash-fiction of urine trails,
(hers and her canine buddies, not mine),
the breezy gossip of each rabbit hole.
A jargon of us both
surfacing in her millpond eyes,
idioms cresting now on her black nose,
a cloddish lingo,
but it outruns anything that could be said.
Its dark, the woods
Jacob sits beside the campfire thinking of all his miseries. A rainbow of thoughts of which one draws attention. "Why". The cackling of fire can still be heard. The thought taunts him.
A brief moment of silence, the cackling fades, no howls, no moon, emptyness. He has let it go, the thoughts. At that moment Jacob stops caring, His selfishness dead.
Renesmee..the fire reflects off her perfect face , as radiant as the sun. Her cheeks rosier than the reddest of the roses she outruns them all human or not.
Her heartbeats echo my name calling me closer. The future flashes in front of me. The glimpses i can't wait to see. Imprinting...this is what it is
It feels something like never before.. Knowing the world isnt about him, the story isnt about him. Jacob is not Jacob anymore, not just the creature of night,he is the author.
Mark Toney
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 2
15 th June
we play spin the bottle like children pulling wings off flies
no care full abandon no threat of the truth the next the
tomorrow the what just the now the moment the this a
spin spin spin that mocks time laughs at space ignores death
outruns faster pussycat kill kill with spinning twisting
promises of faster lips kiss kiss and faster lips lick lick
we play spin the bottle like gap year
backpackers lost waiting to be found
like dust floating settling wafted away
paper thin tissue not yet crumpled
as teenagers loose and joyous and
raptured in dares in youth in new flesh
we play spin the bottle like a lover’s roulette with
bullets firing when what who in erratic heartbeats
that pass pass pass by me in a twirling mirror of glass
with no sip left inside until it skims rotate slows rotate
slowing rotate when rotate what rotate who rotate to a
pause stop on me
The Adventures of Bruce the Moose ©
When Bruce the moose gets on the loose
Out running across our highways
He gambles a lot, but, never been caught
Reaching the other sides always.
Bruce the moose out on the loose
Has outrun wardens all over
From Vancouver B.C. to St. John’s town
He outruns them all no matter.
When Bruce the moose goes on the loose
He’s a very smart moose is Bruce
Running away from the wardens who prey
All evenings, nights and every day.
Now, Bruce the moose is quite clever;
He out runs trucks, wardens and cars
And out on the loose, he’s quite the moosey
Searching around for Miss Lucy
W.C.Hull © 2018-25-7-1034 (Humor Beat)
I can't describe how I feel for you - that's true
There are nights when I don't know what to do
This weekend, I was thinking about our love, left behind
I'm grateful to see you tonight in the back of my mind
In the long run,
You're my precious find
You're so much fun
A friend who's so kind
It's remarkable how time spent with you
Has gone out of sight
You're long gone after all we've been through
I'll be left alone tonight
It's brilliant how you and I get along
So well, yet we fight
You belong with me and don't prove me wrong
Because I know we'll both be alright
I can't describe the emotions I conceal right now
There are evenings when I want your company somehow
This week, I was thinking on the friendship we created with fascination
I'm relieved to let you know how much I've missed you in anticipation
In the long run,
You're my precious find
You're so much fun
A friend who's so kind
It's remarkable how time spent with you
Has gone out of sight
You're long gone after all we've been through
I'll be left alone tonight
It's brilliant how you and I get along
So well, yet we fight
You belong with me and don't prove me wrong
Because I know we'll both be alright
I'd kiss you if I had the strength to do so
I miss you, my precious find, my darling doe
My heart is beating a language of sacred love
We will fly into each other's arms, my delightful dove
In the long run,
You're my precious find
You're so much fun
A friend who's so kind
It's remarkable how time spent with you
Has gone out of sight
You're long gone after all we've been through
I'll be left alone tonight
It's brilliant how you and I get along
So well, yet we fight
You belong with me and don't prove me wrong
Because I know we'll both be alright
Our affectionate light will guide us with no more sorrow
Our fearlessness outruns our frightful spirits of no tomorrow
One day, we will be together and that's final
Someday, we will stand tall through it all