Outnumbered Poems

adjectives ooze like black blood

words tiptoe through my mind’s dendrite fields
struggling with an inner battle
do they want to be shared
or merely heard by someone?

adjectives ooze like black blood
under the shut doors of my brain
I feel outnumbered and overpowered
my pen smiles as I reach for him

Red Banner, No Quarter

Early on a cold March morning
a handful of men took a stand
in the year of eighteen thirty six
when a sabre drew a line in the sand
it was victory or death for the valiant few
outnumbered and out-gunned
surrender and be spared an ultimatum they knew
with a cannon shot by Travis it was shunned
even as the day was dawning
the handful of men held their ground
thirteen days in San Antonio
such a fearful sight a dreadful sound
Santa Ana gave the order,
'Fly the red banner, show no quarter,'
a bloody battle to the bitter end
while the Mexican band played 'El Degüello'
now the guns are silent the smoke has cleared
to this day Texians all say, "Remember the Alamo."

Latter-Day Don Quixote

When and how
did we see chivalry last
or is it now
a thing of the past
and honour among thieves
is no honour at all
while beating my brains
against the wall
besting the dragons
at City Hall
am I wrong in thinking
it's my fight
or am I errant
as a roving knight
exhibiting gallantry
within a crowd
of apathy
indifferent 
to the powers that be
outnumbered and outgunned
Sancho when needed oh where is he?

With apologies to Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra (1547 – 1616)

I Am A Black Man In Florida Buried In A Unmarked Grave

they built a ballpark over my bones,
laid asphalt like a priest's last lie—
no headstone, no name,
just beer guts and baseball caps
spilling nacho cheese
where I once bled.

I was twenty-three,
shot twice in the alley behind Leroy’s Bar,
the paper called me
“suspected.”
that was all they needed.

the morgue forgot me,
the state ignored me,
and my mother—
she wept
until the flies outnumbered her prayers.

now they cheer a double play
while I sleep beneath their roars,
rootless and rotted,
a ghost who never swung a bat—
but still waits
for justice
to round third base and come home.

My Views With Men

This New Year
Wish half of the world
Always be successful in life
May all of us men stay
Strong and responsible in the eyes
Of the rest of the world
We are the hope of X chromosomes 
The forever partner of Y chromosomes
In our shoulders lies the powers of this world
Think of it, men is diminishing in numbers
We are outnumbered in every facet in life
Sprung up and show your wise innovation 
The world is lacking World Leaders
Men, fill up the challenge to lead
Women, need us the whole time
When will life become a balance 
Men are getting degradation in power
Women are taking positions in echelon
Of business, fashion, leadership, executives
Topping in population, in sports, and innovation
Wake up my fellow men, be brave in all ways
The world is going Y dominance 
There are resistance, rebellion and conspiracy
Among men, more died in battle and addiction
Wake up men from deep stupor and slumber
Many men perish everyday of life's operation
How would this world be like without men
Science and Scientist help men genes generate
For life and mankind proliferation and regeneration.

Crime

Dummy
tries to rob gun store
outnumbered

Desolate Trekker

A desolate trekker who walks undauntedly, 
Truth moves slowly but surefootedly
Through matted crowds of lies,
Ever stung by lethal fangs of vice. 

Her trek through moistureless terrains 
Unperturbedly winds on amidst pains;
Outnumbered by loathing children of gloom,
Till the coming of Diablo’s definite doom.

Quietly Watching

I’m just quietly sitting watching 
Through a younger man’s eyes.
You wouldn’t know if you looked
For my brain’s there in disguise.
It’s wearing the body of one
Who’s of a much greater age,
Trying to understand how
It arrived  at this stage.
I’m my mind I’m much younger,
Twenty one or even twenty two,
But these days it’s not as easy
To do things I could once easily do.
My yesterday’s have outnumbered
The tomorrow’s there are to come,
But I’ve been so lucky I suppose,
I’ve lived much longer than some.
With old age there’s an acceptance,
Each breath is just one more on the way
To the completion of a journey that
Ends with that unavoidable dying  day.
So, I’m sat here enjoying my coffee
As I’m  watching  the world go by
And I’ve made the adjustment to
See it through an older man’s eye.
I’ll be back here tomorrow
If that’s the way that it goes ,
It’s one of those thing in life
That nobody ever knows.

I Love Life in Washington State

I love life in Washington state
With a Democrat governor to keep it all straight. 

Tear down the dams put windmills in place,
The cold in midwinter we'll surely embrace.

Next we must ban all gas-powered leaf blowers,
And then do the same with all the lawn mowers.

Ban every tire with too much friction,
This climate change is such an addiction!

I love life in Washington state,
But it's natural beauty just can't compensate.

We are outnumbered by Liberals way up north,
Their insane edicts will surely go forth!

Outnumbered

Outnumbered
Miracle Man
September 16, 2023

No matter which direction we turn our head,
Drugs and lawlessness continues it’s spread.

We vote to legalize things currently banned,
putting the illegal element in direct command.

Some try law changing when it doesn’t fit them,
and most disagreements are reason to condemn.

Social media has evolved into a coward’s tool,
we ruin social standing, and cause bullying at school.

Most morals are gone and we’re filled with hate,
if hurt, to get even, that person we invalidate.

It’s in the numbers of illegals breaching our borders,
the cost is billions as they become resource hoarders.

We’re running out of space so some sleep on he street,
causing much resentment and some will mistreat.

When they come many bring their socialist belief,
wouldn’t sealing the border bring lasting relief?

Lesbian Betrayal

You told me a lie
You said that you were gay
Found out you were lying 
Now I’m feeling betrayed

Said you were a fem
And that you loved only women
Now you want to explore
That haughty trans woman

I’m hurting inside
Cause I loved the woman in you
Now you say it doesn’t matter
Cause it’s what they told you to do

Said you were fem
You felt it inside
Now a man in a dress
Has taken your pride

I’m hurting
Yes I’m hurting
I’m hurting inside
Cause I luv the woman in you

Your identity
Never meant much to me
It’s the character I loved
Your personality

It was the values that you held
The truths you held dear
You cared for humanity
You fought for the truth
It’s lies you forswear 
That drew me, drew me closer to you


Said you were a fem
And that you loved only women
Now you want to explore
That haughty trans woman

He will always be a man
Whatever drugs he takes
His attempt to fool himself 
Until he awakes

You told me a lie
You said that you were gay
Found out you were lying 
Now I’m feeling betrayed

Feeling outnumbered 
So I’ll be on my way

Thermopylae

Bold King Leonidas and his band of brave men,
Marched forth to meet their fate at Thermopylae's glen.
The Persian army, vast and fierce,
Hailed arrows down with deadly pierce.

But Leonidas stood tall and firm,
A Spartan king with a heart that burned.
He fought with might and with great skill,
And led his men with iron will.

Their shields held strong against the foe,
As they struck back with a mighty blow.
For three long days they held the line,
Against the odds, they fought divine.

Though outnumbered and outmatched,
The Spartans fought with valour unmatched.
Their bravery and sacrifice,
Became a legend that would never die.

I Write Left I Fight Right

I write with the left and fight with the right 
cross dominance thinking prone to insight 
the right hand said that the left hand’s cack 
the left hand said that the right’s a prat 
but I’m never sure which hand I’ll draw 
I can write with the right but the right gets sore 
so I switch to the left and the left writes pure, 
but my brain won’t let one hemisphere rule 
so I think out of sync with the other people 
staying rationalised while their passion lets fly 
they see what suits while I see both sides 
and I can’t decide so I seem less wise 
I think they think cack through selecting facts 
and I’m outnumbered by the stupid prats

Freedom Worth Celebrating

Cannons firing from the left and right 
Taking place during America’s fight
A fight for independence 
From England’s transcendence 
Colonists paid increased taxes to England’s royalty
Causing wide spread disloyalty 

The Continental Army and militias took up arms 
Consisting of men who worked on farms 
The fight was against the British crown 
Outnumbered the colonists never backed down 
Minutemen took to the street
While the British hoped for an easy defeat 

Paul Revere took to the midnight ride. 
Upwards of 40 men joined him in stride. 
Never did he yell “The British are coming!”
Thinking otherwise may be unbecoming. 
Revere never made it to Concord
He was detained by a British horde. 

In the end, it was a stunning defeat 
One that England did not want to repeat 
General Cornwallis surrendered his sword 
George Washington returned it to the lord
The Treaty of Paris solidified peace
Allowing the bloodshed to cease. 

Fireworks coming from the left and right 
Celebrating America’s victorious fight. 
Remembering events from the past
Knowing our independence will last. 
We are free thanks to them
Putting an end to the mayhem.

Dont Hold Back

In the darkness not a soul in sight
Outnumbered but still join the fight
All around you there’s no where to turn
It’s time to sink or swim I know you’ll learn 
Stand your ground there’s no where to run
Gave it your all don’t hold back for anyone

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