Short Supersede Poems
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Above and beyond
Both profession and calling
I only wish every child has a teacher
Like Caren in life
Then not a single child
Would ever be left behind
And have a fighting chance
To advance
enchanting ravishing seductress
keeps men guessing her constant needs
her latest conquest is my cousin Gus
victim of her spells, no one can supersede
full of blarney and oodles of bull
twisting him about with great success
she has mesmerized poor Gus’s soul
a black widow who does not confess
If every month’s a color
Then October has to be
The same orange as a pumpkin
And I think we’d all agree.
For as fall, in its ascendance,
Turns the leaves and ripens gourds,
Golds and oranges and ochres
Are the notes of autumn’s chords.
So I welcome Ms. October
Gussied up in tangerine,
Bringing just enough of chilly days
To supersede the green.
When you plant good seeds watch out for weeds. They will try to supersede and snuff out all good deeds.
Because weeds grow to impede and to do misdeeds. Once freed the weed will proceed to take the lead and have you treed indeed.
So take heed, when you plant your seeds, watch for weeds, if you feed, they will breed and will make you concede.
Proofread, then proceed with Godspeed.
I am looking at triangle
From inside a square
Above the earthy atmosphere
Speeding at 1 million miles per hour
And all for what ?
To supersede a satellite
Of unfinished symphony
As i am E=MC2
Yes i am Einstein
I am Brown
I am the Manhattan project
I am the Big Bang Theory
I am Nuclear
I am the greatest killer
Know to man
For i am dead pan
I am the son of Sam
Like the dawning sun
Our liberty is coming soon
The light of the full moon
Reflecting the journey
In circadian rhythm
The seasons come and go
As the laws of nature
Give each a time to be free
Like the seasons
We are children of the sun
And the laws of nature
Supersede the laws of man
As with the seasons
A change is going to come
And the winter of inequality
Will fade into the spring of liberty
Bring on the blessings
Shangrala the soul
Reap rewards from heaven
As momentum starts to roll
Supersede your potential
Give the world your gift
Keep your passion flowing
And progress will be swift
Energize your empathy
Galvanize your grace
Clarify your compassion
And put a smile on your face
A hacienda of happiness
Is what your world should be
A galaxy of goodness
That leads you straight to me.
_Shaman
Thou perceiveth all
To.. to.. surrender or to render
To tres..S..pass or supersede
Lest i watch and crave ..and..crravv
To unveil the malice
Thou hath hidden ..as..unhidden it may be
In thy maiden eyelids and tatters ..utter
For mine soul to die for
As we lay buried and bare..all..wear
With our lips woven
Like a spider's net
And wet
Yes wet
oh Yes...wet t t
Yet warm all over
Hot and soft
And sweet
And oh No!!
You are
Sacred Secrets
Somethings are so special,
They just cannot be penned.
Like the true beauty of the
jasmine.
Or how profoundly the depth
and love of your man.
Somethings supersede imagery,
words or similes.
Too sacred to be written or
expressed.
It's just you, leaning closely in
God's ear....
Whispering your life's personal eucharist!
*Greek origin. Eucharistia meant a giving
of thanks, gratitude, etc.
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Everything I write, say,
gets into the mind, heart
and soul of the reader;
everything I write or say,
comes from the mind,
heart and soul of the writer:
These are my Living words...
not written to supersede
those of God, but truly a
sincere attempt to emulate;
– I am a selfless nobody...
appealing to let His words
flow through me, encompass
me, be my breath and Light –
I serve as a vessel – not a host.
If Insanity? Then a blessed
one....
Laws are the framework
for an orderly society –
we subject ourselves
to them, not because they
are perfect, but because
we realize and acknowledge
our own imperfections, and
a need to be governed
uniformly by something
outside the individual…
God gave us the Bible –
And our forefathers
guided by Heaven’s great
example wrote the US
Constitution; not to
supersede His Holy Worship,
but to affirm the Lord’s Presence
in the spirit of His rightly free
man….
Love poems, how trite they become.
Their hackneyed themes we want to scream.
We purposely shy away from
That genre, teeming so it seems
With grandiloquent, large supplies
Of conjured words with empty rings
Of cheating hearts and love that dies.
Ad nauseam is all it brings.
We wish just once that we could read
Where love’s expressed differently:
Brand new verses that supersede
Love’s banal themes in poetry.
Love-lost poems are sickening
But most of all they are boring.
we are worn glass;
lungs shorn to a staple
of grammatical haste
that worsens when
inhaled by smoke.
He tells me:
believe in ghosts,
and always let
pride supersede you.
but I don't have much
faith to those
that only tell me
that time is ticking
right underneath rib bones
and cigarettes.
There's no lines
to read between,
and I lied when I said
it was fine, and okay.
He says:
you're a cheater.
And I simply say,
tell me you weren't asking for it.