Long Supersede Poems
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Isn’t it exciting?
How this event
Can make you feel
All warm and at ease and finally content
Graduating from High School
Is the beginning of your life,
You know to keep your cool
And must forever strife
For going on to College
Is a wish we parents have
So you can get the knowledge
We as parents wish we had
To succeed and supersede
Is what it’s all about
Because an education
Is something you can’t do without
That knowledge that you’ll get
Will forever replace
The inexperience and seclusion
And the lack of feeling misplaced
Remember, for you to see the world
Education will make you proud
Because with education
You will have a wealth of knowledge, mind, and sound
So today CONGRATULATIONS
And know
That with education
You are honor bound
Love: Nena Enriquez
Form:
Knit by the Greatest Unknown,
You please the eye and captivate the soul,
How you're shaped,
How you're divinely coded with colour,
How you are carefully chiseled into form,
How you are bountifully toned at essence,
My aesthetic senses are galloping for your fervour and fragrance,
Your humane is just breathtaking,
You're one-of-a-kind,
Your show up makes galaxies go silent and ponder,
A display of you by your Maker leaves hearts contemplating on the mystery that you're,
The woman that you are.
The gravity of your beauty is irresistible, Your elegance is stunning and voluptuous,
You're an alluring petite, Every particle that makes you is gorgeous and charming,
At every inch of your breadth is far thrilling fashion than art and design,
But who can fathom...
The woman that you are?
Great things supersede the world of expressions,
Great things like you.
Your intelligent mind even the great gather to celebrate;
How enlightened you're,
How ethical and credible you remain,
Who can comprehend to the core your astute and resoluteness?
Even the earth is still in awe of...
The woman that you are
The world looks at you in wrong lenses;
When they see you they see frail,
They see shyness,
They see fearfulness,
They see curiosity,
Your calmness they misrepresent,
Your temperance they Misunderstand,
Your compliance they exploit with their err
They know not...
The woman that you are
Full of strength and bravery you lead and submit,
Full of compassion and humility you live and grow,
Full of devotion and motivation you build and glow,
Full of grace and harmony you reign,
Being around you is like breathing in the cool of the after rain,
Loving every bit of...
The woman that you are
You're independent yet nurturing the world in diversity,
You're remarkable, unmatched, and exceptional,
Many things are ignorable and avoidable but where you walk you leave memories unforgettable,
You're a memorial in every life you walk,
Even heaven awaits to host you through eternity,
Your living and being glorifies your maker,
He is pleased by...
The woman that you're are
Form:
through the mist
vision blurred by the bias of our views
intelligently present our clouded vision
never attempting to walk in another men's shoes.
blinded by the fog inhabits our thoughts
signs in hand we offer our misted words.
convinced we are right
our dissenters lost
so we draw chalky lines
dare others to cross.
the air thick as stew our opinions attempt to dice
destroy the filmy feels of those on another side
war is declared
battles commence
with our guns blowing smoke,
our swords red hot metal forged
and still wrapped in the rising haze of heat.
our voices raised
yell through the dirty streets.
nowhere in sight a space of clear rationale
take the time to hear or see through this toxic mist
not a chance my friend
my eyes blurry with tears
the gas they release
the inner pain that i feel
through the mist
no one hears
everyone deaf
this our reality
when ideas
supersede our fellow beings
through the mist i see no love
hate covered and guised as ideas
oh if they could see through the mist
that is us on both sides of the street.
We think of value as a set amount
that's given to an item held or sold.
Most often- currency is paramount;
in olden times- perhaps silver or gold.
But, there is value in a different kind-
assessed and held by memories and heart,
which far surpasses any worth assigned;
for us, become forever works of art.
A mom's embroidery, dad's old-time tools,
or grandma's written recipes spelled out.
Intrinsic values follow no set rules;
the love assigned is what they're all about.
These values- held and stored by heart and mind
Far supersede the ordinary kind.
A CASTLE OF TEMPTATION - collab with JA Fraser
A CASTLE OF TEMPTATION
Proudly standing amidst three lochs, verdant hills
a Castle enciente breathing beauty but sadly chants
passed feuds sparking battles having harried their foe
and it's demise caused by Frigates cannonball screams.
Colonel MacRae-Gilstrap rebuilds now redeemed:
stoned arch bridge supersede the sea highway flow,
circular stairs and ceilings with coat of arms grants
changes made but its history today remains still
Tourists not deterred by ghost tales scary extreme
But await they exercise for imaginations to show
the setting, a romantic reincarnation that enchants
attracted lovers to celebrate their matrimonial thrill
Eilean Donan Castle in its stunning reachable location
pose the Western Highlands of Scotland a temptation.
Written by: Olive Eloisa Guillermo and James Andrew Fraser
8:46 pm; August 18, 2015
I wrote what I thought was a 'poem' some years ago,
but it lacked rhythm, rhyme, and had no smooth flow.
Its imagery was blurry, and it filled my heart with grief
to read the overdose of alliteration, so far beyond belief.
To be quite blunt, it was a freakin, fricken, flippen flop.
I was distraught reading what I'd written and had to stop.
"W T F W T?" I shouted at myself in complete disgust!
Had I just said that aloud? Was I so irked that I'd cussed?
The vibrato pulsing in my voice shook the high bookshelf,
and on the floor fell the pimp... the spying Christmas elf!
"Stay there you lil bugger!" I yelled down at him. "You suck!!"
I could've sworn he made a mental note for Santa. W T F?
Threw him in the trash. With greasy, yucky stuff he went.
I sat at my keyboard, deciding time would be better spent
in writing poetry that would supersede that piece of crap.
I wanted to clear myself of fault and put on my thinking cap.
The first line read, "My muse is older, and I should scold her..."
But I heard a loud gasp and felt a hard punch on my shoulder.
Atop my head she beat me with a broom!, Yes, I was struck
from behind. I saw blind fury in her eyes and yelled, "W T F?"
Through the mist ...
vision blurred by the bias of our views
clouding our reason
unable to walk in another men's shoes.
Blinded by the fog ...
thoughts offered by signs in hand
daring others to cross
convinced we are right, our dissenters lost.
War is declared ...
the air thick with opinion.
Battles commence ...
destruction of all that is held dear.
Guns blowing smoke
Swords red hot metal forged
Wrapped in the rising haze of heat
Voices raised dirty the streets.
Nowhere in sight ... clear rationale
no time to hear; no effort to see.
Air, a toxic mist, release the inner pain that i feel
eyes blinded by tears - no more chances, my friend.
Through the mist ...
no one hears.
This our reality when ideas supersede our fellow beings.
Through the mist ...
I see no love - hate guised as ideas.
Oh if they could see through the mist...
That is us on both sides of the street.
18~12~2014
Maurice Yvonne
awakes, striding seamlessly towards the
trajectory of daybreak. Abed, passionately
attended by orectic thoughts; of whom
early on was created from man’s thoracic cage.
~Envisages;~
Without the least trace of compunction; exfoliating the
Saccharine damped canal with the tongue. Combined oils
and aroma lingers on the lips. Though the stiffened, unbridled,
solid thick muscle would supersede the tongue as the
warm tightened canal adjusts to its width inextricably.
~Pausing~
Waterfalls pouring profusely
Eyes trudge backwards
to that of yesterday
Fingers ascendant
to the nearest limb.
Digits of the foot holding forth
discourse with the sun.
~Orgasms~
Simultaneously
In due course.
Garnished bed linens
Accompanied by
Whitish fluid
~P-H-A-N-T-A-S-M-A-G-O-R-I-A~
"1st Pace Winner"
Contest Name: Best Descriptive Poem
Pace, G
INK-U-SCRIPT
THE HARD DAYS
Way to vision is full of gloominess,
Many obstacles are hide in it like evilness,
Tremendous lightning of will power can supersede it,
Just command yourself to do it,
Sometimes circumstances are not auspicious,
Shattered hopes tell to kill the dreams and itself,
Life feels like gehenna,
Seems like as if burning on the grave of hopes,
Gather the shattered hopes and move towards morality,
Be patient and wait for the opportunity,
Oh! Look opportunities are falling into my hands,
Like god is showering blessings on me
flowers in bloom have taken the place of withered flowers,
Hard days will be remembered till the last hour,
- ASHNEH SINGH
A CASTLE OF TEMPTATION
Proudly standing amidst three lochs, verdant hills
a Castle enciente breathing beauty but sadly chants
passed feuds sparking battles having harried their foe
and it's demise caused by Frigates cannonball screams.
Colonel MacRae-Gilstrap rebuilds now redeemed:
stoned arch bridge supersede the sea highway flow,
circular stairs and ceilings with coat of arms grants
changes made but its history today remains still
Tourists not deterred by ghost tales scary extreme
But await they exercise for imaginations to show
the setting, a romantic reincarnation that enchants
attracted lovers to celebrate their matrimonial thrill
Eilean Donan Castle in its stunning reachable location
pose the Western Highlands of Scotland a temptation.
Written by: Olive Eloisa Guillermo and James Andrew Fraser
8:46 pm; August 18, 2015