Best Outsmarting Poems
(Inveniam viam)
Far beyond these eerie things, where limits have no scales
Fish are replacing gills, with turbine aerated tails
Sea level’s losing all meaning, for the humpback whales
Ships piggyback them, harpoons syphon wind from their sails
Today I woke up early, lately I’ve let dreams flow
Into an abstract yonder, where visions often go
A wave came over me, up from my downy pillow
When tidal forces passed away, many moons ago
As the ocean waved goodbye, I called for an encore
Behaving like a poultice, the beach drew back old gore
You could’ve bowled me over, sent ripples to my core
Never again I’d sleep soundly, near this bloody shore
After a fretful lie-on, facing truths with each turn
My sundial running on empty, stars can’t always churn
Moribund in dimness, til an old spark can return
Reigniting glory days, (let supernovae burn)
Overhead the vacuum grows, just to make more space
Stretching my dysmorphia, to align with gods face
No one knows for certain, who enhanced his human race
Gave an artful hand, outsmarting evolution’s pace
As life spirals forward, in a world out of control
Entropy dismantles, stripping back our maker’s role
The poet in me keeps goofing, digging deeper holes
He’s a junkie rhymester, overdosing on this soul
So hail all billionaires, who never walk down my street
Flying above fake cripples, with power in their feet
Prodigies of bad and worse, scheming to make ends meet
Leaves an aftertaste of smugness, one that will repeat
As for those big questions, some take a straightforward twist
Two things I thought might go away, stubbornly exist
Not death or taxes, I’m already over that list
Each day I arise, how come lies and bullsh!t persist?
First there was oblivion, til I woke up and saw
Now fully awake, dead ahead looms a fatal flaw
But so long as I can dream, and able to guffaw
It only hurts when I laugh, Don’t you think? vents my jaw
By David Kavanagh
Hms
Categories:
outsmarting, dark, dream, life,
Form:
Rhyme
It’s not for lack of intelligence
My inhibitor is on the fritz
A frontal lobe phenomena
I’m prone to gaffes and fits
My amygdalae are loaded
A hair trigger set to snap
Sometimes words escape me
Like rats outsmarting a trap
Categories:
outsmarting, anger, mental health, rude,
Form:
Rhyme
I can’t understand the ambition
Of people who love to go fishin’.
Outsmarting your dinner
Might say you’re a winner,
But what when you fail in that mission?
Categories:
outsmarting, fish, fishing, funny, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
Heartbeat fast
Nerves so high
Senses tense
Mind trembling
Darkness surrounded
I’m turning
From side to side
Blood veins jumping
Thoughts in chaos
Brain running
Stars falling
I’m still turning
From side to side
Time is still
Clocks have turned
Against me
And my mind
Outsmarting time
I’m turning
From side to side
Eyelids falling
Heartbeat fast
Nerves so high
Mind is tense
I’m still turning
From side to side
Categories:
outsmarting, character, confusion, introspection, longing,
Form:
Free verse
Remember how the
morning was warm with
its first hint of spring
Under the sky unusually clear
our smiles were wandering
through streets with coffee scent
uplifting the mood and the sun
outsmarting the moon
Your bus arrived early when
I thought how again I am
walking you home half-way
Only half-way because the
day was Sunday and
everything closed half-early
in Luxembourg and the
buses too arrived early bringing
nostalgia too quickly
so the day was cut by half
half-early yet the
sun was outsmarting the moon
too soon
Categories:
outsmarting, city, dedication, dream, first
Form:
Free verse
Grab my pen for some strange and let loose,
Mysterious activity, Stonehenge hidden truths,
Boosting the brains roof with rhythm and funky grooves,
Improving thought producing sparks,
Hidden but released from the heart,
Outsmarting light and darkness, atomic quickness,
Removing the minds distress and subconscious mess.
Opened up to visions of visions, witnessing negative conditioning,
living within it, surrounded by blind human beings being ignorant dimwitted earthlings, why?
Third eye seeing reality as it is, or is it a dream?
Am I channeling higher thought through story rhymes writing idioms?
Your systems don't run on this level, where the devil and light battle over the control of upheavals,
The opposite to evil? Are you? Am I?
Is this all an illusion flying by and gone?
I want the answers of higher questioning looking for truth!
Miss understood youth climbing roofs to find skate spots,
I don't know alot, but I seek out jewels of wisdoms,
From imagination coexisting with rhythm I write them,
Without blemish, missions of word searching or straight from the dome?
Wiser written patterns writing unique philosophy unknown to Rome,
Mystic code, quick with power from the summit unloading flow,
Those who follow the inner teacher reach knowing from observing,
This brings serving your learning by seeking wise knowledge,
Stiching my self back together,
Im not saying you have a better life,
Devising an enticing writing, reviving ancient word play in layers,
Dirt occurs to be a top player,
Important to understand the language of the world,
At a later date we may make it,
Alchemist word tribes combined find fine lines, not for the blind,
What kind of writing is this pouring from my vessel as I sail,
Oceans of end less waters, deliver me mail from the almighty mailman.
Quincy Mac
Date Written: 5.8.2016
Categories:
outsmarting, meaningful, mystery, philosophy, truth,
Form:
Epic
1. Non-fiction
The bathroom faucet gushes nectar
drowns my hands in never-laughter,
"Sorry" is a specter
when you told me "0" I felt disgusting,
hopelessly deluded,
naked.
Last night I dreamed
that New York City was nuked,
another Twin Towers Lost,
everyone radiated.
But then I dreamed of you,
in a tight blue dress,
glaring,
cute pout,
"Is this right?" you asked
as you flawlessly played
Beethoven's "The Tempest."
I smiled. "Perfect."
I hardly smile these days.
2. Satisfaction
Deflection of your image is essential.
The closer I get, the more
those spiders right there
don't you see them
slipping on the stucco wall?
They remember the feeling
that satisfaction brings
of outsmarting us all
as the sky reflected in my fingernail
is a storyteller of love's plastic rings.
Is it summer yet?
This doesn't feel
adventurous, heart-warming,
sunsets, beaches,
grandfather, innocent crush,
my eyes in sugar rush,
and the books that told me much
so that I could die one day in your hush.
3. A Loss of Inspiration
Midnight's soon, the day's been wasted
thinking of worlds aside from This,
the walls' three dents from my broken fist
and the postcard she forgot she posted
in this odd room I fill
with jackets, wisdom, thrill,
come sundown I rush into wishes
that my jealousy could be just,
yet it's "brand-new in a landfill"
restoring your horrified webcam look.
Since you've gone and my love has died,
this pen's bloodstains have been my pride.
4. Medicine
Maybe you don't realize
you've crushed that tiny bug.
His funeral will not be held,
not until the walls cover their ears,
and blood diamonds ask for fears.
A refill
and a terror,
I can only see your purple sweater
bending once for all my vice;
Maroon Dream City is waiting for us.
These med heavens.
So addicting
until I relapsed into your eyes,
I'm still sick of it all:
the horizon never reached
and darkness perched and ready.
Stop confusing me already.
5. Hideout
Hey, why did
I miss you
Your smile from last June
And no girl will ever
I wonder
I wonder
Slow down, run me over
And laaaugh
Come walk beside this faster incompletion
On a chilly night of sirens
Hey, why did
And my head pounds from lack of
Hey, if I were to go forever
Come to me in my hideout
and I'll kiss your scream
with eternity.
Categories:
outsmarting, addiction, crazy, dark, ,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Every morning when I awake
And reach for my paper and coffee cake,
I check to see if my name appears,
Trying to quell my deepest fears
That this might be the very day
When the old grim reaper has his way
It’s really a little game we play!
He’s trying to catch me unawares,
I don’t think that he really cares
When it will be, as long as he can say he’s won…
The game is over… so long… it’s done.
But I must outwit his nefarious scheme
For it has always been my dream
To live as long as my enemies do
Longer is better from my point of view!
So I eat my veggies, drink my milk,
Cream my face till it’s smooth as silk
When I drink my wine, I never drive,
Insuring I will arrive home alive.
I watch my weight, walk a mile a day
And watch out for cars along the way.
I’ve followed the plan to a tee
But there is a problem that I see
I’ve gotten too old to run and hide
As I feel my bones rub together inside
So I’ve decided to lure him to bed
But with someone else lying there instead.
And since love is blind, he will not see,
The victim he smites is not me!
The game is over…so long…it’s done
But he’ll never know…it is I who’s won!
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Categories:
outsmarting, funny, old, drink, old,
Form:
Light Verse
Measure you may the enviro-crusader’s carbon footprint
As he globe-trots piling credits on his obese carbon profile.
Never mind, in exotic locations on eco-holiday does he relax,
Ready is he to depocket valuable dollars as carbon tax.
Lavishly he spends lucres to go green,
To erect sustainable habitat.
Is it all as it’s trendy? -You must have a bad spleen.
He rides Zero Emission Vehicle,
The grateful Department of Environment laurelled him
With an Environmental Identification Number (EIN).
In the superstore, he flaxes his financial muscle to go organic,
Practises his throw-away culture by biodegradables.
On Earth Hour, he delves deep into darkness abysmal;
On top of that he observes a Personal Earth Hour on his own.
Is it all to emerge as an Environmentally Important Person (EIP)?
This Messiah of the environment,
The EIP with an EIN,
Clamour the cynics, commits ecocide by alluring a locust of media men
Millions of tons of papers he devours
Newspapers blossom with his green-practice
And buzz tv channels and glow the cyberdom with his green-image.
The green-guru thus releases more carbon to the atmosphere
Outsmarting the global per capita carbon emission.
Categories:
outsmarting, social, earth,
Form:
Verse
Fat Mouse
He has scored three
me still none
He is fat
I, running out of cheese
a little critter he is
outsmarting my genius
this house
not big enough
for the both of us
the battle is on
the outcome
unknown
Categories:
outsmarting, animal, hilarious,
Form:
Free verse
How refreshing to experience
a reprieve from sultry weather
when hazy, hot,
and humid warm front
unleashes a very short sweaty tether.
Man hat tin dar overcast skies
hint potential rain on the way
perchance avast dastardly
flickr ring instagram
kickstarter linkedin shutterfly
Taurus headed soundcloud
skidding across celestial
(span hushed) rink
surprising forecasters by yowl
ling whimsically, unexpectedly oye vay
training (laser like),
Asian outsize dark cloud
climatological frontispiece
randomly making next stop Old
Rotten Gotham's Greenwich Village
zero wing in on
Poor (Chuck Keys) Uruguay
neighborhood possibly confidently
foretold by meteorologists today
pointing at map showing
cold air mass as it doth sashay
July twenty first 2018, though
Mother Nature defies pre
diction pulling out all (busted) stops,
vis a vis via "her" quay
zee bag of tricks nay
saying trained forecasters klan
hush all self importance
also to humble those mere mortals
getting paid a handsome buck
by anthropomorphizing viz cluck
king in tandem with duck
billed Baritone Horn
Trumpeting "FAKE" luck
trotting out obstreperous
Sunny Rays, who doth beam
with radiance a
diametrically opposed extreme
over zealous call for precipitation
instead raining one after another quanta
bright blinding meme
outsmarting the seem
ming airtight (cat in the bag)
prediction leaving once supreme
vouchsafing without a doubt forecasters
left holding the empty bag
large enough tuff fit the whole team.
Categories:
outsmarting, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Ironical Affair
It is just little before 1661, I was the finance
minister of Louis , the fourteenth who loved
wine and pretty woman in lavish party
I supplied him all including the much
needed money as he was leading
an extravagant lifestyle , I was
indispensible to him as he was
to me ,sometimes I outshined him
by merit , he was very pleased
with my charm and wit, I was
very happy ,too , as I was supposed
to be made the prime minister after the
death of Jules Mazarin but the post was
abolished and I was not surprised at all
as I knew it was the price he paid me for my
brilliant service and I comprehended
that I was falling out of his favour so
I needed a smart thing to win back him ,
I was too stupid to arrange a party,
With wine , woman , poetry
and cuisine from the orient which
he had never tested before , after
the seven-course dinner I showed
him a promenade through the
chateau’s gardens, I accompanied him
to the shrubbery and flower beds
, at the gardens’ canals he witnessed
a fireworks display followed
by the performance of Moliere’s play
but in the morning next day I was
banished from the court on the charges
of outsmarting the king .
Categories:
outsmarting, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse
One need not be David Copperfield,
nor a card shark/sharp, scrutinizing
random display codified
computer algorithm doth yield.
The chance to "win"
may appear tubby zero
analogous finding a diamond
in the rough, even
with help of
a heartfelt superhero
nonetheless toil away, asper
setting suitable spade work,
and cock sombrero
just so to avoid,
the virtual sun
shining in eyes, and affect
a fin guard hand sum
swagger that Cicero,
would be fain to boast
whereat sportsman/
woman ship touted
from one coast
to another for playing
fair and square
as with a ghost,
but essentially nobody,
but yourself dost host,
which one person team,
(thou self) essentially most
ideal match, when testing layout
random shuffle computer
program did post,
and no matter experiencing
cerebral neurons sizzling
like fifty shades plus
of gray matter roast
ting like chestnuts
on an open fire
envision accolades huzzahs,
and special toast
ye give yourself,
no matter stiff odds
stacked against thee,
and feel a bit whooshy
washy outsmarting the
game coder despite yar tushy
feeling comfortably numb,
with tingling sensation,
no matter squishy
tissue being pinched with
all out effort of most pushy
fan (again your sole self),
who succeeds as best
groupie getting mushy
timidly asking yourself
for an autograph,
and lastly taking a selfie
posing incognito with a
note tory us whig
outlandishly bushy.
Categories:
outsmarting, adventure, art, december, games,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
And I sit here silently holding on in a world that is not my own
Wondering why outsmarting drug dealers
And running away from broken homes has landed me into a brave new world
Where we go stalk miracles revolutionizing for truth to come from the mouths
of terrible liars has to go on
Why am I the one downing poison called medication with rashes and sleeping
disorders?
When some sick man can get on a plane
and sleep with a kidnapped little girl
for a one night stand
and politicians will fight and defend this political friend to the end
but we delude ourselves that we indeed have freedom
So here I stand clipping the wings of angels and heroes
speaking to madmen
and obsessive-compulsive demons
Telling every young person the use for an ******** is not a fetish that only
the underground spies can sabotage
While the rest of us complain about computer viruses
We all came from another world to come together to defeat something
And now that these tests arte being failed
And we approach god’s birthday
Gabrielle has a new dance not called the Macarena
And I have a few stories to tell of hybrid theories connecting the dots
and those poisoning the well
Silent wars
And official plots full of holes that never came from bullets
As I sit here studying the feathers
I have pulled from the angel’s wings
I have clipped
and the demons think I am on their side
I cry to myself
between me and you
because man has a plan
and the demons have no idea
that god and the angels
and the people they have poisoned are going to introduce them to one heck of a
ride
But I know you have nothing to say
Categories:
outsmarting, confusion, imagination, introspection, people,
Form:
Free verse
I don’t feel like praying for Rodney,
But I will keep doing it.
I don’t feel he will ever accept you.
I feel like I’m wasting my time,
Everything but You and me,
Is on his mind.
He wants nice things,
But he won’t open his heart,
To the one who will give them
To him. He’s not dumb.
He’s very smart. Right now,
He’s outsmarting himself.
Looking for all the wrong ways,
To gain wealth.
You already gave it to him.
We were totally the same.
Not feeling like we got,
Enough attention,
From parents and siblings,
Because God gave us everything,
We needed and much more,
To survive. He just won’t open,
His eyes to see that he is the star,
Of the family tree. Because God gave him,
The tools to rule within his gifting.
Maybe one day, he will forgive,
Parents and siblings.
And accept that God paved
The way for His wonderful life
That is ahead of him.
I don’t know why I still have the urge,
To pray for Rodney.
After all of the horrible things he did to me:
Stole my computer, kept my car out all night long,
Had this illiterate chick calling my phone,
As a result causing all kinds of confusion,
In my home. Calling me everyday to get,
Him out of jail, stressing me so badly
That we lost our baby, not coming home
To grieve with me. I don’t deserve,
Such mistreatment, But God still
Wants me to pray for this dude.
I should have a negative attitude,
Toward him. I still don’t feel like
Praying for him, but I am doing
What God wants. Maybe Rodney,
Will do so too. So I choose like
He has to make a voice to lift
My voice, and pray for change,
In his heart one day.
Categories:
outsmarting, faith, family, forgiveness, friendship,
Form:
Free verse