Best Outsmart Poems
In search of the human mind
Different thoughts crossed my mind,
a few conclusions I could not find
The human mind has no stop!
Receiving input, danger, before I blow my top
Sometimes the light clicks
I think I figured out the problem
It's at the tip of my mind ;-)
Sorry, my brain cells did it again,
Ran out of THINK!
When it comes to love, I'm brain dead!
This is me talking to my brain,
"Are you just being lazy, you fell too quick?"
A game in a maze inside my head!
Give me some help, or what use are you
Open the way only you can unlock the door.
Unfold my future, stop hiding the key
How about it mind?
Do you want me to put you back on pills?
Stand back brain, while I explain your job.
The Human mind is not easy to read like a book
However, some are cruel limiting judgment, with one look
The mind plays tricks when too much information is perceived
The mind is related to the heart, sending signals the wrong way
The mind works when the body's asleep
(I call it a dream, I hope you don't mind I put it there!)
The mind creates beauty, wonders of the world
The mind is a soft whisper, a secret, my conscious ---I Swear
The mind is devious, tricky can outsmart like a fox
The mind is a beautiful thing to waste in a box
The mind can journey, without leaving its nest
The mind is knowledge, many fail to explore
The mind is a Captain, traveling far and beyond
The mind is like a paint brush, colorful art
The mind is a creature who hides in a cave
The mind is like pain, don't stop in its way
The mind is like a mime who does not talk at all
The mind is fragile, don't use it like a sponge
The mind is like a pair of shoes,
without the mind we're bare
The bottom line is, the mind is a mystery!
Don't mind me, I lost my mind, years ago :):):)
(THOUGHTS)
I love Guns
Guns make us safe
Guns are rights and freedoms
The more guns, the more freedoms we shall bear
Every man woman and child should be armed
So that we are all safe
All schools should be armed
Teachers, Principals, Janitors, arm them all
The finally we can relax
in total safety
knowing we are all armed
I say give arms to the amputees too
Gun control is socialist and fascist
We registers cars
Houses
Pets
Bikes
We have banned toys
We regulate all kinds of things
Yet we are free
Totally free
Because we all have our right
To bare arms
Ask Kim Campbell! she agrees!!!
Not only guns
They must be automatics
The more bullets you can empty out of a gun
the better
the more freedom you shall feel
Its called projectile dysfunction
And......... any man with a high IQ
Need's an assault rifle
Why of course to outsmart those ducks and turkeys
I firmly believe in a fair fight
Assault rifles to catch a duck
common sense to me
Quack quack
Guns have rights
Own a gun you have double rights
They are made to kill kill kill
Did I say they KILL?
Nothing more, nothing less
I need that right
Any child killed by a Gun
is only because we haven't enough guns
By the way
Children have no rights
Kill em all for all I care
as long as I have my rights
I am not concerned with facts
Evidence
Or the humanity of it
Is all about my Guns
Why
Cause I love Guns
More than humans
And thats my right
No matter how wrong it is
A high school reunion on Zoom;
Alumni all home in a room.
Each face that I’ll see
Like a stranger to me
As I will be to them, I assume.
I haven’t seen most now for years.
We’ve traveled in different spheres.
So then why should I care
What I look like or wear
To this jury of long-ago peers?
Yet, preparing before it will start
I get dressed and make-up for the part,
Though my face on the screen
Will look less like a teen
Than an image no lens can outsmart.
In the mirror, I see what I know
But the camera makes each wrinkle grow.
Still, I’m living my life –
Nana, friend, mom and wife
So my aging is quite apropos.
I like the thought of evolution
That a fish could outsmart god
Show him something new and bold
Like a human is something odd
I guess that’s just how people are
We think we’re all so special
7 billion people, all unique
Well I hate to be your buzz kill
But anarchist are just conformist
With a little dash of black
And an individual is just another punk
Who says rap is dead and the 60’s are back
An emo kid’s just a prep
Who balks at social adaptation
And a gothic kid is just a meat head jock
With less hand-eye coordination
So you’ll all pick: Fad or Fad
And you’ll all be some kind of elitist
Remember however, no one is truly unique
…well…except for all us artists
what do you do when your enemies are friends
plot them against eachother?
hold them back for as long as you can
do you believe in revenge for the scar i left upon you i cannot heal?
i did not seek you out
its like a ghost story
but if your still haunted
if you are hiring people to visit me which i doubt
you are a queen of the underground
and i will never tell
what have you learned about your new power?
and how far down did you have to go to get revenge?
im sorry seriously i cried yesterday i cried the day before and i cried back then
but nothing can replace what i did
and sorry is not good enough
and i deserve a lesson
but life is so precious and you know that
queen of the underground
are you gonna be a good queen or bad?
outsmart me
or use violence
You know ive vowed for silence
i respect you
im onto you
in my deluded thought
im afraid everyday
but every ghost haunts
you are now a queen of the underground
let me help you make the best of it
you are needed in society in case things go awry
im not your target anymore
but you have connections
and your powerfull
what if the world was chaos
what would you change and how
and can i help?
Unwanted in Heaven, most wanted in Hell,
He’s the one to whom your soul you sell.
Right from creation, the onset of time,
The bane of mankind, a cartload of slime.
What makes him outsmart those playing their part?
Is he an upstart with an accurate chart?
Using his mind and most tempting of ways,
Never gives up till the end of your days.
Theres only one defence, we all know that’s true,
And that is for God, to truly love you.
Anything less and lifes in a mess,
From the womb to the tomb;
Its some game of chess.
We humans are one lot with a whole lot of weakness,
The ideal group, for old beelzebubs sleekness.
Without a doubt its God’s greatest desire,
To outwit this charlatan and forked tongue liar.
Prayer is the one thing from which you never must tire,
Your ticket to paradise, escape from the fire.
- Prince Freakasso(Artist & Poet)
The future with AI is already here,
A world that's changing, with each passing year.
We've come so far, from the first spark of AI,
With endless possibilities, that reach for the sky.
The current possibilities with AI are vast,
From medical diagnosis, to predicting weather that will last,
Smart home technology, that knows our every need,
Digital personal assistants, that keep up with our speed.
The future with AI, a world of wonder and awe,
A leap into the unknown, that leaves us in awe.
From smart cities, that know our every move,
To self-driving cars, that easily groove.
But with the wonders, come fears of mankind,
As we question the consequences, that we may find.
Artificial intelligence, that will soon outsmart,
And replace us humans, with a robotic heart.
But with the fears, come opportunities that shine,
As AI creates more jobs, that we cannot decline.
From automation, and the rise of new technology,
To vast amounts of data, that help us make discoveries.
AI will affect jobs in different sectors,
As automation takes over, and humans become electors.
Retail workers, truck drivers, even doctors and lawyers,
Will all be affected, as the world undergoes new voyagers.
The government and scholars agree,
AI is a force that's here to stay and help set us free.
With new policies and regulations, to address our fears,
And new programs and investments that help us persevere.
But with the research, comes a glimmer of light,
As experts suggest a future that's so very bright.
A world that's safe, and filled with endless possibilities,
As AI continues to help in all human activities.
The future with AI, a change that's here to stay,
A bright new era, that's unveiling every day.
With a world that's smarter, and more efficient than ever,
The future with AI, a world we'll cherish forever.
It was just a typical ordinary night
I was all tucked up in bed
Radio on reading a book
By lamp light.
When suddenly
I saw a flash in the corner of my eye
Boy I was so scared
I nearly wet myself
I was petrified.
For there under the wardrobe
I did see
A giant mouse twitching it's nose
I could have sworn
It was laughing at me.
It had two huge eyes
The size of dinner plates
It was nearly as huge as a house
It was my worst nightmare come true
A giant enormous mouse.
I screamed when I realized it wasn't a dream
At the huge hairy monster fiend
Well I panicked and jumped out of bed
Ran down stairs screaming!!!!!
And banged my head.
I grabbed a pile of books
And hid in the bathroom
And locked the door
and put some things against the door
And some towels at the bottom on the floor.
And there I stayed for two weeks or more only occationaly
Leaving to get a drink or some food
Anything else I wasn't in the mood.
Well I wasn't going to let a mouse outsmart me
That would have been so silly
You see
So I bought a humane mouse trap
Because I hate killing things
And tried to tempt it in
I tried every contraption on the market
But still the mouse would win
It was like a mouse hotel
I tried sardines cheese and pastabake
Chocolate and well done steak
Salmon toast boiled egg and sweets
It ate me out of house and home
With all the treats.
But still I couldn't get it.
Well soon I turned into a crazed mad killer!
With a shotgun and an axe
I was a hunter and my mouse was my prey
But still the mouse had it's day
Dynamite was the last resort
I tried real hard but it couldn't be bought.
Then one day I found it dead
The fattest mouse I'd ever seen laid by my bed.
It was finally over to my relief
But I felt so sorry for the critter
that caused me so much grief.
But having spent two weeks
In the bathroom with all those books
At least I came out a much wiser well read man
And a mouse is all that it took
But now I was broke
I didn't have a penny left
As I'd overfed the mouse to death
Peter Dome.copyright.2014. June.
I saw him in my office,
He seemed so small.
His eyes were large and sad.
His name was Pete.
His mother said that he was "slow."
His sister, Sissy, she was "great:"
The lead in the Christmas play,
The best pianist in school,
A "straight A" student,
A great helper around the house,
A true gem!
But, Pete was slow,
A handful who needed to be watched.
They'd had him tested, to make sure.
Pete's eyes were troubled;
His daddy knew he wasn't slow.
He could outrun the fastest,
And, outsmart the smartest on the block.
But, then... his daddy was gone
And his momma didn't know.
I took them to their classrooms . . .
"This is Sissy, you are lucky.
Put her with the best,
For she is tops in everything."
Let me take Pete by myself.
We stopped along the way and talked.
"I'm Mr. C, and I know
You're fast like me.
I also know you're smart.
Do you like to hike?"
We made a bargain to be friends.
He promised to bring me samples of his work . . .
This would prove that he was smart.
And, I would race him once a day
This would prove that he was fast.
"Miss T., this is Pete
He's my friend,
I will see him once a day.
He's fast and smart;
Pleae help him stay that way."
To prove that he was fast . . .
He ran the children down.
He brought me terrible work . . .
To show me he was smart.
But, he learned to be the boss . . .
To make the letters stay on lines
And numbers to correctly add.
His strength and speed he did control . . .
After sitting on the bench.
Each day he came and leaned on me.
We talked and laughed
And sometimes cried.
He learned to be wise and strong.
He became a MAN,
With heart and soul,
And helped his sister . . .
Who fell down.
((Haiku))
Love seems endlessly
Then stalactites stalagmites
Divorce comes for sure
((Limerick))
She walk down the isle smiling in white dress
In the courthouse in black dress, what a mess
Lovers dancing on the sand
Divorce and money in hand
Got her money's worth, who laughs last laughs best
((Couplet))
The guy thinks he can outsmart the girl
The girl knows after divorce she owns his world
~Divorce Club~
Contest for : (Destroyer ((Poet
Well, bless your cotton-picking heart,
she said in that sweet southern way
they have of nicely saying dumb fart.
Sorry i didn't know your precious art
was not Picasso, but paint by numbers
Well, "bless your cotton-picking heart"
Well didn't know it was a pushcart
When the nag, I tried to saddle
as they were nicely saying dumb fart,
So when music they fiddled "Mozart,"
Sneeringly flipped "Oh Mozart is it?"
And they smirking said Bless your heart,
Knew had surely their ignorance I did outsmart,
When to fisticuffs challenged, knocked out,
Knew I was that mythical dumb fart
Therefore, knew had to face this challenging fact,
That the South never, never rises unattacked,
Unless you mess with bless your heart,
Which they use to call you so sweetly a "dumb fart."
Tourists gathered ‘round a tree,
With cell phone cameras out,
Are not impressed by daffodils
Or tulips soon to sprout.
They’re focused on a squirrel
Which, to jaded local eyes,
Wouldn’t rate a second glance
But somehow seems to tantalize.
For in many other places,
Squirrels simply don’t exist;
With their bushy tails and antics,
How could visitors resist?
Back when I was just a child,
An acquaintance pulled one’s tail
And was bitten rather badly;
Now a scar he could unveil.
Squirrels also raid the feeders
And deprive the birds of seed.
They’ll outsmart all the deterrents
With their cleverness and greed.
So let tourists take their photos
Of these rodents oh, so cute.
To New Yorkers, their attraction
Is a subject of dispute.
There were wolves, coyotes and wildcats:
all fighting for supremacy in vast grasslands,
but envy made them greener than grass and harder than rock...
trying to break up the alliance between the rabbit and the fox.
Morning came without delay as light shone on the dusky, sea-weeded reefs;
they silently gathered behind the tallest weeds resembling hungry beasts,
hoping they'd pass by and entrap them and have a meal...
and they waited many hours to make that imagined kill.
How could they outsmart a rabbit with his agility
and a fox with his shrewdness? Their plot had to have ingenuity
to make them fall for that something they desperately craved...
and what was it they were looking for? Was it flesh they desired?
These two harmless animals looked out for each other ,
any unfamiliar sound or noise would make them shiver
and alarm them to keep a sharp eye on anything that moved...
even a gecko climbing rocks would would make them feel awkward.
And the shy rabbit and the sly fox gave a hint to hunters,
pointing where they were hiding: in the shade of poison oaks;
not knowing that they would have a mad rash so unexpected...
they ran chased by a dozen of dogs as the rabbit and foxed reveled.
The wolves, coyotes and wildcats vowed revenge, if they ever escaped;
no rabbit or fox would survive in their territory...if they were found
snoozing under the shady wildflowers or on the top of logs:
they'd surely be the perfect treat for their growling stomachs!
The rabbit and the fox finally enjoyed their freedom and loyalty
by planning a more effective strategy despite fret or calamity.
"Fattening up time" the wall calendar read
which meant only one thing to old farmer Ted
Christmas was coming and there's money to be made
you see the bigger the bird the more he'd be paid
He'd saved up all year and bought high quality feed
to ensure that his flock was the best he could breed
So this year Ted's turkeys would be the tastiest in town
and the best biggest birds would bring more bucks per pound
Last Christmas one turkey was the luckiest bird
You see she was too small to be sold, so her death was deferred
and being the braniest of birds ever born on the farm
meant she could outsmart farmer Ted instead of coming to harm
Whilst Farmer Ted fed her friends to fatten the flock
she counted her calories to avoid the chopping block
And as Ted's children had played, their fondness had grown
for "Tiny Tina the turkey", as she was affectionately known
This year she told other turkeys of why they were bred
"they'll feed you and fatten you and then cut off your head
and then stuff and roast you and on you they'll be fed"
The head turkey was horrified and asked "what could they do"
"should we run and hide or hold a farmyard coup?"
"Don't worry" replied Tina "I've hatched a plan so daring"
"I'm convinced it won't fail cos I've spent the last year preparing"
So she told the turkeys her plan of what she had devised
"We'll fool the farmer this year by going disguised"
"I've collected wool from the sheep for the perfect scam
and made us costumes to wear as part of my plan
to avoid the oven this year if disguised as a lamb"
Next day the farmer was up with the cracking of dawn
and couldn't believe what he saw as he stepped out on his lawn
No turkeys in sight, he could see none around
and after searching his farm, none could be found
He stood in his farmyard scratching his beard
wondering how all his turkeys could have just disappeared
and why were his lambs walking with a waddle?
and instead of a bleat they spoke with a gobble!
I remember, I remember
To be displaced in South Beach Psych Isolation room
I, alone
Four empty walls
Gloom
Otherworldly space most crude.
How would I chase woebegone state... seemed no use
Mouthing off, vexing psych's medicine man
Forthwith he summoned more mean hands.
Found myself in freezing room, so
I had to take a stand
Ranted some
Conjured up my very own plan
So sacred freedom would side with me.
Eyes closed, I saw skylight with halcyon words of love
That tempered emptiness no one should ingest.
I knew I'd be energized with pose-
Scintilla of faith saw me on my knees
Flexed; unraveling moves
I imagined summery cell
Soothing the better of me
Free from cravings for nicotine, you see
For quintessential to my soul, silence
Dissolved gloomy empty walls
And I knew I would emerge fetching
Having warmed cold floors with soft might
That boost reserve.
Need to outsmart the medicine man...
Breathe, carve a master plan.
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Entry for C.T. "Four Walls" poetry contest