Short Outshone Poems
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Those little holes in Cheerios
boast a flavor all their own,
distinctly Iowan, distinctly unique,
Nothingness here is not outshone,
in nourishment or things antique.
Once had a friend, Ken Steeles
With the girlies he sure had appeal
Outshone me I agree
Chopped liver was me
But my star possession was concealed
© Jack Ellison 2015
One evening, the stars seemed so bright.
A child thought she’d see them all night.
Along came full moon,
And then pretty soon,
It drowned out most stars with its light.
Like waves on the ocean,
good ideas have fetches.
They come having travelled
vast distances and stretches.
Their past is invisible
and often unknown,
but when brought to fruition
are rarely outshone.
Mae West Sensual Frog was the ultimate diva
Who outshone saloon gals like Francine and Steveah
Attended parent teacher conferences in a sexy gown.
Green eyes popped out of new teacher’s head, Mr. Toado Brown.
The Moon descended into my room
To thank me for leaving you
For your smile had outshone its silver glow
"It wasn't a choice," I whispered,
"But an altar, to fill our plates."
Beyond the seas, hearts long for each other.
Of all unsettling mysteries
Speechless, to be left by
What religious apparition
Or what waking vision
Has, for its love's aura outshone
Or as unearthly fair
This pleasant a tingling warmth spread?
And but mortally shed!
This is written with tons of tongue in cheek
But I loved watching Mickey Mouse each week
He was my favorite star
Outshone Donny Duck by far
A talking mouse ne'er to utter a squeak
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
I am shadow, lost in a world of light
Outshone by day, hidden by night
I’m in the background, you see me everyday
But you don’t care; to you it’s all the same
You don’t feel loneliness like I do
You could never care to
You have friends to guide you through
But no one is there for me
I am a shadow
Form:
I
Delicious evening
Furtive moon, modest stars
2023 but ancient Sky
II
Cooler, Eastern Cape evenings - delicious
Blazing hot days, 40 degrees Celsius
Give way to ancient ways, in the stars
Only a few tonight (why?) And Venus perhaps?
Two of the four stars in a box, outshone the rest
- when Moon escaped the cloudy hedge
A few belts with triune stars consoled me
She wore exotic the way I wear nothing
We were all in awe
Standing backstage
Giving her the floor
She was unaware
That her beauty outshone everyone
Her silence bespoke an erotic quality
She was not able to handle
It ran away from her in waves
Intriguing us, me at least
I still think of her as peacock woman
Just a glance twenty years ago
Yet I have never forgotten it.
You came into our world,
Like a ray of sunshine.
Slowly our palms uncurled,
And like a pearl you outshone.
In the days of darkness,
You brought a ray of hope.
Removed all the bleakness,
With renewed zest we could cope.
You are the apple of our eye,
You brought joy happiness and laughter.
All the goodness no money can buy,
Lucky to have such a loving and precious daughter.
Slowly rising towards
Unseen wisps of clouds
Murky shadows projected
Muffled light reflected
Endlessly cycles by
Roving Summer's sky
Mornings hide Selene's face
Ongoing celestial race
Only by Apollo outshone
Never travels alone
"Rolled Oats"
Age shall not weary
trolls counting strange fruit
golden apples rolled
Lord Laden put to sleep
on an alter Hippomenes
there Atalanta lights a candle
underneath the dry rot
Ovid’s oracle prophecy not far wrong
3 golden apples racing along
Hippomenes
strange addiction was outshone
the race never to be won
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
your sword, my destiny
roaming
the length of my lattice
the punctuation of persistence
amid perseverance
alone you allow
the allure
an acumen of accumulation
resting upon my once dormant domain
thru such,
a window
I
but a reflection
of your moon
living/loving
as one
with the sun
a lover of fortitude and valor
fermenting in your fortress
not allowed to ever be outshone
Hark, hear the panther's almighty roar
Smell his sweet breaths emitted odour
He's rousing up from a three day sleep
Sleeping off a rather splendid feast.
Spot the flames escape his mouth and ears
Luring creatures of prey to appear
Fierce and proud he struts around in pride
Of his multi coloured spotted hide.
The legend of the panther lives on
A handsome beast who can’t be outshone.
~ * ~
Trinetta was as gorgeous as her name, delicate too.
Standing on the steps, she outshone the Eiffel Tower.
Was she wearing Dior? Anyway, she looked expensive.
Elegance was her middle name; her hair was perfect.
Modeling certainly suited her, she had a flair and an air.
Her shoes were designer, she looked casually beautiful.
How do you know her? My smitten cousin asked me.
Apparently surprised that I had an elegant friend.
That day the sun hid its face, too ashamed
to be outshone by the light in your eyes,
the moon and stars were waiting to exhale
the magical mayhem of our romance,
defying ocean’s endless restless tides
and time’s defenseless vulgar mortal jail.
Bright sparks the beat of your enduring heart,
bright sparks mine to answer in the travail
of such joy as life stingily provides~
love is as precious as the finest art
and is the sweetest gale.
Listen to poem:
I saw you seated by the flame,
You outshone in frame and name.
This hand for faint a line I blame,
That has not painted you too well.
I searched you in the jostling crowd.
Your being when I saw set my core aloud.
Such face as yours is not behind the Cloud
As nature still has painted you too well.
Lest I give you o’erwhelming praise,
The doubting Thomas would think me crazed.
They would not credit what my poor tongue says,
Yet well they know my tongue is not a useless Swell.