Best Outsmarts Poems
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It has no brain
yet it outsmarts
many little red funny caps
thanks to them
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Categories:
outsmarts, america, death, international, surreal,
Form:
Free verse
Miss Foxy and Hound
The fox senses spring,
The hound is too tired to fight,
Conflict delayed, friends.
The hound hides in wait,
How smart are you, Miss Foxy?
Nature in action.
The fox loves to play,
The hound takes his role to heart,
Frustration sets in.
Lone opossum roams in.
The Hound comes to Foxy’s aid,
It’s complicated.
Cherry Blossoms bloom,
Foxy outsmarts Hound again,
The Hound likes his friend.
Autumn winds blowing.
They both know their time grows short,
Hound will miss Foxy.
Winter winds bite deep.
Foxy thinks of Hound, fondly.
It’s a lonely time.
The circle of life,
‘Twas just a matter of time,
The reaper commeth.
Spring winds blow, sadly,
Foxy searches for her friend,
Silence all around.
Miss Foxy now knows,
“My foe is gone!”, with a tear,
I will miss you, Hound.
Categories:
outsmarts, adventure, animals
Form:
Haiku
My vacuum cleaner’s broken,
sits in the garage gathering dust
Beside dad’s old green car,
oxidising an orangey rust
I tried washing it last week,
and the water turned to wine
Well the colour miraculously looks,
venetian turpentine
World weary in a dusty brain,
contemplating null dividends
Doubtful the universe grew from zero,
to mere accidental existence
I’m never sure of anything,
other than opening up my eyes
When intelligence outsmarts evolution,
worlds of meaninglessness arrives
Nothing ventured everything gained,
the cosmos just gave and came
Dust clumped together,
galaxies burst forth into flame
No blueprint just chaos,
serendipity’s our only friend
Instructions out the window,
laws of physics can’t comprehend
Anyway God created us,
a few millennia after we made him
Mankind needed order,
to rid an infernal world of sin
I mean who’d hold faith in dust,
when all is said and done
Well some of us actually do,
on the mantlepiece in an urn
Yeah I’m full of bull, this
agnostic needs little imagination
I’m wasting space on the fence,
making these observations
I watch dust versus crosses,
and a universe going bust
Neurons keep me company,
as my brain churns out mush
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Categories:
outsmarts, allegory, life, me, universe,
Form:
Rhyme
To those of us that struggle with addiction,
It's a choice you could say a self-infliction.
You’re a slave to the substance and you’re not aware,
A heavy cross for one to bare.
All the wheeling and dealing you can muster,
your wife a Tweeker you can't trust her.
Shady characters come with a song and dance,
getting ahead in this game a slim chance.
Every night you pray for a tomorrow,
another day filled with betrayal and sorrow.
Everyone is a liar, a thief and cheaters,
junkies, pill poppers, coke heads and Tweekers.
A mirage of addicts come and go,
tomorrow someone here could be Jane Doe.
The same thing day in and day out,
sometimes there is enough others you go without.
Addiction is with you everywhere you go,
It outsmarts you, you have no control.
Addiction comes in all shapes and sizes,
hand in hand with denial, deceit and lies.
You can never really be at ease,
My name is Addiction and I'm your disease.
TURBO1904 OCT. 2021
Categories:
outsmarts, addiction,
Form:
Rhyme
A nights rest seems just to the fact of a bleeding heart with fresh wounds inflected by a dagger of many blades, the lies and the regret turns a soul to solid stone. The need to trust and love outsmarts the master mind behind the shade of mystery. The crazy is placed in the pot to boil and send sweet aroma to the tables where the heartless rest, the race to the finish line must start before it ends. Hurt and pain are the real winners at the table of fools and desperate thieves who fights to get a touch of power and greed. The push factor pulls you instead to the danger that creeps up at the shadows who misses home. Flattery presents itself as a common ground between strangers and the unseen. Freedom lowers itself to finger grasping reach and the form of being even is hunted and stripped of dignity.
Categories:
outsmarts, feelings,
Form:
Light Verse
Your beauty beats
whole lot said to be beautiful
why God seldom appears in public ?
God fears your decorum
outsmarts his glow
you gravitate everything
even the 'black hole' of the universe
your moves make melody in my moments
your eyes are my entrance gates into
deepest ocean to tickle the feet of the earth
tallest Himalayas to shoulder the stretch of sky
your glimpses dance on
every cell of air that goes by me
all objects they meet me
eyes opened, I see you
eyes closed, I feel you
unfortunate to utter
my eyes are okay to embrace you
my dreams are afoot to decorate you
my aim is seated to welcome you
nonetheless...
my wallet can't withstand your weight
my back succumbs to carry your beauty's basket
so is the cause my love...
I wanna be your
booming onlooker than
bankrupt sponsor
Categories:
outsmarts, absence, beautiful, beauty, boyfriend,
Form:
Free verse
isn't it? kent fog burger faces driving in a motorised saucepan.
A nine foot rod is better than a three foot stick and a three foot stick outsmarts any microfiber jewel encrusted steel bow when attempting to cast over to catch, kill and consume. Oh pearly pink mushrooms and cheeses, must you sway so and must the writings writhe upon the wind and ground to create such chaotic interruptions and vibrational discomfort. Well it is most hampering really. Hampering to effortless sweeps through the air with lines through the atom less sky. This is no automatic controlled playlist. And nor is it a bacon sandwich jumping out of the pan and leaving the camping stove at high speed metronome roundabout weaves. Like tick tick tick tick tick tick tick. Oh go ring a bell then. Rather irksome. I however will spin and cast and spin around on the ground. After waiting several hours it will then be pull then gutted then head chopped after a short collision with a little rock to break the breath of life. Exciting expunging experience explosive explicative extract even eight eels. And eels are not wheels nor turning on tubular tree pipes whose drone knowledge spans the scented breezes of the triangle lake. At dusk. Variant variable vary. And a whisky and cream pie with a fragrant jooos is neither a dilapidated delicatessen nor a dragging depopulation curve on a Swiss cheese map of syrup shreds. Beam then break then alight the cable cars with ten trotting ponies, fifteen mugs of beer, a fortune cookie with nice long legs, an elongated pile of flamingos weighing eighty two thousand kilos and a small tie pin grinning. Now go up to the apex over there and admire the view with that crew. Then set up the tent on the highest peak and bake a culinary delight. Of over eight courses. Heavenly and divine and rather outstanding too. Cloud clings climbing cups. Z precautionary Z at nine moomins to eleven left handed chest of drawers. Xxxxx Z
Categories:
outsmarts, beautiful,
Form:
I'm bested by my grandson, who's not an engineer
because he outbuilds me in Lego construction, I fear.
My contention overwhelms me with dread and woe,
because Lego toys are addictive, as I'm sure you know.
I built a house only using the colors of red and blue,
but always find I'm one Lego short. What am I to do?
A nine-year old outsmarts me, doing it much better.
He's focused on the task at hand... a real go-getter!
All over the living room floor, they end up scattered.
I enjoy feeling like a kid again... that's what mattered.
Sometimes I erect something equal to an architect,
but too soon it breaks apart and my effort is wrecked!
One day I carefully assembled a church and its steeple,
proud of what I'd built... pews and itsy-bitsy people.
Then, my grandson said, "Nana, you used every Lego!"
Then he dismantled all my work and deflated my ego.
Legos present a challenge to adults and kids alike.
They're more fun to play with than riding a new bike.
I lose tract of time when I'm playing with Lego blocks.
Never want to put them away so I don't look at clocks.
Categories:
outsmarts, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
From the deepest shadows
To my hidden sorrows
In a land full of disease
Where the fire cannot cease
A place where a lonely sin
Desire within
Hunts my lust
Throwing me into the dust
And when I wake up from your dream
Wishing you'd be my greatest sin
I lose my actions and my destiny
My desire to be your mistery
And bow upon my chosen fate
And my desire to be your mate
And now a lonely child is born
With no desire to watch ****
Society bans him
With the desire to be mean
He desires Everything
But there is no such thing
He outsmarts Everyone
Yet he loves No One
He commited greatest sin
To have no desire within
Loneliness and lack of passion
Made his heart enjoy no fashion
But there is someshe in his brain
One she which fights in vain the pain
Killing the beast which has the right
To have his life and throw no light
Categories:
outsmarts, inspirational, life, loss, passion,
Form:
Couplet
The rooster calls us
To the recurrent feasts of vultures
‘The Spirits amongst you, have prepared a table before us,’
The vultures vaunt vociferously
‘What Spirits…?’
‘The Spirits that outsmarts your soldiers
Which your Justicia herself cannot sentence’
‘Come quickly,’ they told themselves
‘To the butchers’ table of Plateau
Their losses are our own gains.
It’s no business of ours
If they fail to leak the linchpins behind the lynches
And unmask their monstrous marionettes and masquerades
That now make us stable staple meals’
II
How long would we give free reins to these awful feasts?
And watch the cruel carnage of our kith and kin?
Hide, when henchmen hang our households
Who knows whose name is in the noose already?
When shall we seize these scarpering Spirits?
Before they host the vultures to another banquet
Categories:
outsmarts, abuse, angst, anxiety, cry,
Form:
Free verse
Our tam tams are vibrating
to the rhythm of the hunt.
Mighty bear is in the forest
showing his angst.
His claws are large
as the tips of our spears.
His teeth are as tips of arrows,
which fly to his fur.
Tam Tams are playing,
wounded bear is roaring.
Man outsmarts him with his tomahawk,
but no one conquers the circle of life.
Categories:
outsmarts, native american,
Form:
Verse
Mirror, mirror you are either friend or foe
There is no middle of the road for you
Your bluntness of the truth you perceive
Can be so cruel and even demoralizing
It can leave one afraid to face the world
Take away confidence
And can be the destruction
Of what could have blossomed into a good day
Your unkindness annihilates the onlooker
He retreats, wishing to start over again
Oh! but you have a much kinder side
One that leaves the onlooker
Feeling that they have cheated time
Not cheated in a sense that it is a crime
But rather a victory
A cunningness that outsmarts the Enemy
Reflecting beauty and poise
And a happiness that glows from deep within
From the truth you have revealed
The victorious will have a good day!
Frances! Stoneham
Categories:
outsmarts, life, truth,
Form:
the child is six, and sharp
I knew this when he said “that looks like a DNA tester.”
What is a DNA tester? I asked.
“You know. You test blood, saliva and urine with it.”
I was impressed.
I had been asked to let the child know we cannot speak of guns in school.
Apparently he made the mistake of sharing a video game story of violence.
“Did you know we cannot say gun in school?” I asked him.
He stared at me.
Then he said “Can I say pistol?”
He is six, mind you, in first grade.
I shook my head “no”.
“Can I say assault rifle?”
“Is that a gun?”
He grinned.
He is bright, I will give him that.
Probably way too bright for his teacher.
I am the school counselor.
My job is to not appear bright.
“We cannot talk about any weapons at school,” I said.
“What about machete?”
“Not any weapons,” I warned him. “Okay?”
“Not even pink nun-chucks?”
I was running out of poker faces.
Categories:
outsmarts, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Prose Poetry
time is not a spell - porous plague:
bounty bewitchment squinching crest,
la-de-da odds fostering surge,
drooling dirge heaving lanky lurch
time ain't perforated portion
ascribed by nocturnal nature:
hankering hectares feigning fields,
swaying swigs, fused figs, sumptuous spree
time outsmarts a tool - meagre mist:
gaunt fashion, gullible mimick,
fleshened forensics, torn tactics
inflected blitzkrieg, damp disc'pline
taunted time is an oxygen
breathe through it or wane without it.
'20:06:10:15:57
Note: of taunted time.
Categories:
outsmarts, wisdom,
Form:
Sonnet
looking into the mirror
the truth of what my mind feels
isn't necisarily me
looking at myself thinking of what i should change
what i must do
The reality of reflections
aren't always that profound when you look into a mirror
inner workings
society has me ashamed
no guilt feelings
i paint my own inner reflections
on mirrors
taking the world outside of me
changing me from within
i dont always see the truth when i reflect upon reality
and reality outsmarts me more than i care to admit
A game of life, to save lives, is something id rather see
than the confusion that there is to this routine
The reality of wisdom passed along, always trying to improve itself
when i look in the mirror
i see these things
makes it easier to reflect
when i work to show myself
the outside world changing me
from inside out
my own hands in my head
a reminder of what life actually is
and what is a delusion
when i do my reflecting
i may feel i see enlightenment
yet there is more to the picture to see
Like peering into the depths of a mirror
to scry to see the future
writing down the reality of the world around me
outside taken in
the mirror not so easy to define
a reflection of the world painted on the mirror
and one so i can see the beauty
i desire yet deny
Categories:
outsmarts, art, introspection, lifeme, world,
Form:
Free verse