"excelled" poems
yours is the music for no instrument
yours the preposterous colour unbeheld
—mine the unbought contemptuous intent
till this our felsh merely shall be excelled
by speaking flower
(if I have made songs
it does not greatly matter to the sun,
nor will rain care
cautiously who prolongs
unserious twilight)Shadows have begun
the hair’s worm huge,ecstatic,rathe….
yours are the poems i do not write.
In this at least we have got a bulge on death,
silence,and the keenly musical light
of sudden nothing….la bocca mia “he
kissed wholly trembling”
or so thought the lady.
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Her lips constant at the utterance
Of sweet and serene words filled
With adoration, praising him,
He who made endless hearts
do cartwheels and somersaults
Of multiple, millions nigh and far
their hearts loving
As long as he’s living
Nonetheless, changing courses
Of history was what she excelled
One glance, one encounter turned
Her lips managing
to do none but stutter
To his shielded heart
no one managed to flutter
His deer like eyes observing
With admiration, eyes sparkling
every look, crook, nook
Of her smile that shook
The worlds and heavens
Devout in his heart and mind
His earth's plates shifting
His massive planets orbiting
He witnessed it all in one being
The gravity of the universe on her
Shoulders heavy from responsibility
The heavens challenging her capability
Her hardships conveyed as she blinked
their dilated orbs communicating
language barriers unstoppable
To what her eyes held
He understood his needs
To care, to cherish, to love,
Feeling his heart pumping blood
Faster, quicker than light
Travelling the dark domains
Undiscovered, just like her soul
That he felt the need to explore
As his heart finally fluttered
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 2:46 AM UTC
No country’s history makes us proud.
It is mere exploitation and colonization.
the poor were suppressed and oppressed.
The rich reveled in utmost luxury
And the weak lived in extreme penury.
The kings were fond of eulogy
And the poets excelled themselves in their elegy.
In the countries like India, the money was looted
the temples were plundered, and the system was blundered
And her progress was greatly hindered
Slowly the kings and kingdoms vanished
the so called democracies and socialism flourished
the bureaucracy and plutocracy replaced autocracy
Corruption and criminality maintained their status quo
After Independence, a new class emerged in India.
They became the rulers in the name of democracy.
There have been un-imaginable scandals
Money reached the Swiss bank like pearls in the ocean
India is a poor country but the Indians are rich
Mar 10, 2011
Mar 10, 2011 at 3:59 AM UTC
By all accounts he’s had a lifelong case of OCD.
“Donald was a disruptive tyke”- his teachers all agree.
He was not much of a scholar but, as a youth, excelled in sports.
As a builder and developer he was often seen in Courts.
When it comes to matters of the heart, he sadly is no wiser
He loves them and he leaves them. He’s a noted womanizer.
Oh, he pays them for their trouble; that much I will allow.
Still he’s never had compunction over breaking wedding vows.
Now he is our President and making noise on Trade.
If he doesn’t get his way beware his twitterverse tirade.
He's paying farmers Billions to forgo their tillage.
Hillary was wrong- It takes a child to raze a village.
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 4:45 PM UTC
As late I rambled in the happy fields,
What time the skylark shakes the tremulous dew
From his lush clover covert;—when anew
Adventurous knights take up their dinted shields;
I saw the sweetest flower wild nature yields,
A fresh-blown musk-rose; 'twas the first that threw
Its sweets upon the summer: graceful it grew
As is the wand that Queen Titania wields.
And, as I feasted on its fragrancy,
I thought the garden-rose it far excelled;
But when, O Wells! thy roses came to me,
My sense with their deliciousness was spelled:
Soft voices had they, that with tender plea
Whispered of peace, and truth, and friendliness unquelled.
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A job for life,
that's what was advertised.
But I was just a penny in the slot.
Mine wasn't as shinny as the others.
Even though I was on top of my work.
Just because I didn't shine up to those above me.
Ok, I wasn't the silver coin, I wasn't even bronze.
But they tainted me, because I wasn't
the right side of a flipped coin.
And just like that I was the penny in the poor box..
Why was I of less worth than those
that never excelled..
I never put a word wrong.
never gargling *****
sniffing the cheeks of brown refuse.
But still I'm in the food bank,
like Oliver,
Can I have some more sir...
I'll never delve to the depravity of others..
feeding glutinous egos..
They can starve, I'll find a worth among
the wasted, and show that I'm more than
what's needed.
I have worth..
But for now I'll be on the bread line,
cooking my own..
And even though now I've not risen,
I'll show what time cooks..
I'm more than my last resamay..
I 'll never understand where quality of slavery
means I'm less of worth...
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 3:55 PM UTC
With this Gift our Sterling Mentor progress
In lending your time for our Efforts grow
Though at first we fear the Alum Rod - less,
Is really your Way of True Friendship show
Though I ask where the First Silence once had
Was which my Stamps took your Character stern
That I actualise; A Great Heart you have
Which we Stunned Locals have begun to Learn
And really do your Words explain the Map
This Growing Business where our Voices speed
Helping your Brethren on their Cards and Lap
With Excelled Service do we take great heed.
And now you Return where most Teachers rest
Feeling confident that we did our Best.
Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 8:42 PM UTC
I seek in Prayer that you would Forgive
This Uttering Whisper cense your Penance
By the Cross and Wheel for this Dharma, live
My own Locked Fortress that Demon's Seance
Mindful do the Scriptures from Heaven remind
That once a Duty to my Sister's Lord
Invoke this Baptist; To Salvation find
The Enfavoured Trust to your Bandaged Word
Then by your God's Hopeful Mercy relay
My added Petition you both be well
Across the White March Doves mirror that Day
You and his hand - Magnificent we tell.
Such was his Title. And Excelled at that
Knowing your Wound heals, I tip-off my Hat.
Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 5:21 AM UTC
They said she was a strange girl
The odd one out in any group
Dressed in black, like a vampire
So they threw stones at her
She liked to listen to Heavy Rock
While they listened to the lastest Pop
Spat at her, rubbed things in her hair
Called her bad names and dragged her down
She excelled at school. she did her best
She was always the top of her class
Still they would make her life a misery
Tears would stain her black eye liner
Her parents found her, hanging in her room
With a note telling of the sadness of her life
Those that caused it, they never cared
Over the death of a poor strange girl
Jul 17, 2010
Jul 17, 2010 at 5:16 PM UTC
In Silence
The English ex SAS Special Forces member went to the Ukraine to fight. He travelled light and took just a small back pack and a head full of skills. A gun was a gun and a bayonet a bayonet. He was trained to use most things as weapon especially military articles.
He decided to go to the Ukraine after the Russians invaded proper in early 2022. The Ukrainian Army took him to a holding facility where they vetted him. This took three days. Included was basic close combat skills and weapons use.
He excelled and was given a job, being sent to a forward artillery position with a dozen other foreign troops to protect it. The SAS man was in charge and most men and the single girl spoke English. All understood military commands and signals. All were veterans from either conscript or professional armies.
Each was here for their own reasons and all disliked either what Russia had done or Russians themselves. The English SAS member had killed several Muslim terrorists from Daesh and al Qaeda in Iraq and Afghanistan. Now he looked forward to fighting and killing some Russians, officers if possible. After being in the Ukraine six days he was on the front line leading his first patrol. This was better than being a bouncer in a Manchester night club!
The SAS guy ordered his men to only use bayonets as they silently crept to a Russian fox hole a mile away. He wanted blood and the rush of combat, of killing. There was the trench and a single sentry, asleep. He would knife him himself. Then his squad would ****** the rest and take back any weapons, maps or documents. He spoke four languages including Russian. Any Intel was good for his bosses though. Here we go! There’s the sleeping sentry. Gently now, he must die in silence…
Mar 20, 2022
Mar 20, 2022 at 5:33 PM UTC
Don't obsess over the romantics-
shadows of eyelashes
what longing is and means
the way a chest falls
when bad news is heard.
Do anticipate disappointment-
and revel in pleasant surprise
only for the moment it exists.
Understand nothing lasts forever.
Don't give it away all the time.
and form a forcefield- a wall if it wills.
Always focus on the next task at hand.
Stop being so gracious-
and have more ambition,
demands that are either met or excelled,
higher standards.
You are stone until you want to be water.
Trees until you want to be storms.
The mouse until you want to be the owl.
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 3:19 PM UTC
"I Need It"
[Intro:]
Turn it up, let me hear it
Turn it up, let me hear it, Oh DUMB
[Hook:]
I need it up in my life
Every night I get on my knees ask but
Heaven ain't been speaking back (speaking back) I need it up in my life
This goes out to every ghetto every project who know losing's not an option
I need it up in my life (yeah)
All this money cars and clothes
You know I'm balling out control, on you hoes
[Verse 1:]
They attempt to label me inhumane
I believe in God but not your God
Last ***** got outta pocket on the wrong decor got broke off What the **** is up with these A&Rs; "I Need It"
[Intro:]
Turn it up, let me hear it
Turn it up, let me hear it, Oh DUMB
[Hook:]
I need it up in my life
Every night I get on my knees ask but
Heaven ain't been speaking back (speaking back)
I need it up in my life
This goes out to every ghetto every project who know losing's not an option
I need it up in my life (yeah)
All this money cars and clothes
You know I'm balling out control, on you hoes
[Verse 1:]
They attempt to label me inhumane
I believe in God but not your God
Last ***** got outta pocket on the wrong decor got broke off
What the **** is up with these A&Rs;
Criticizing music they can't make
Poking fun at my struggles I don't find **** funny
I live in places that ain't safe
2008 I got my leg blown off
Any given day could get my head blown off
Rest in peace to Tyree Edwards
Bullet in his head got his head blown off
Tried school was a great kid
Academically I excelled in it
Grew up poor got teased a lot
Cause my school clothes had a smell in 'em
Same shirt four weeks straight
On the block grinding, got sales in 'em
Juvenile detention my case worker said I might be headed for a crash course
No father figure role models up in prison all my jump shots hit the back board
Head-on collision, not watching while I'm steering
No air bag, head hit the dash board
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Approaching me and wanna shoot the ****
But pretend as if they're here to help Gates
Behind my back in front of label heads
Saying "Kevin just won't cooperate"
Missed flights, showing up late
I live life didn't rap about it
No time to live, my time for them
How the **** I'm gon' rap about it
Speak the truth or rap around it
And in a wrap around I rapped about it
Tragic ending for some family members
In heaven sitting wishing I was with them
Instead I'm stuck in this hell on earth
With pretend friends who think of ways to get me
Couple ****** I loaned money
Said they got me and never get me
Tell a ***** no I'm never guilty
Still ain't got no guilty feeling
Always telling me what I should do different
But can't explain why they ain't winning
My own blood just turned against me
In disbelief I'm like "not true"
Devastated, got caught off guard
When I seen the switch I'm like "not you"Criticizing music they can't make
Poking fun at my struggles I don't find **** funny I live in places that ain't safe
2008 I got my leg blown off
Any given day could get my head blown off
Rest in peace to Tyree Edwards
Bullet in his head got his head blown off
Tried school was a great kid
Academically I excelled in it
Grew up poor got teased a lot
Cause my school clothes had a smell in 'em
Same shirt four weeks straight
On the block grinding, got sales in 'em
Juvenile detention my case worker said I might be headed for a crash course
No father figure role models up in prison all my jump shots hit the back board
Head-on collision, not watching while I'm Steering no air bag, head hit the dash board
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Approaching me and wanna shoot the ****
But pretend as if they're here to help Gates
Behind my back in front of label heads
Saying "Kevin just won't cooperate"
Missed flights, showing up late
I live life didn't rap about it
No time to live, my time for them
How the **** I'm gon' rap about it
Speak the truth or rap around it
And in a wrap around I rapped about it
Tragic ending for some family members
In heaven sitting wishing I was with them
Instead I'm stuck in this hell on earth
With pretend friends who think of ways to Get me couple ****** I loaned money
Said they got me and never get me
Tell a ***** no I'm never guilty
Still ain't got no guilty feeling
Always telling me what I should do different
But can't explain why they ain't winning
My own blood just turned against me
In disbelief I'm like "not true"
Devastated, got caught off guard
When I seen the switch I'm like "not you"
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 2:12 AM UTC
#
Sadly true, and difficult.. all of it..
but you are the defiant-one--
Your greatest act of defiance
is to love deeply, the very one
that she so excelled at
in nearly completely dismembering.
We who care about you, cringe
at the thought of you even remotely
agreeing with the horrendous
message that she put into you.
No one that cares about you
agrees with that message..
including you.
She did her job well, gorgeous..
you are split almost into
two separate people--
the you who agrees with her
because of the guilt and shame
she put on you,
for going against her self-centered
view of the world
(and the all too vulnerable, little you)
But there is another part of you
that thrives through creativity..
almost as an advocate/encourager
of the misfits.. the downtrodden.
You are in essence, a comforter
of your own, broken
and dismembered self.
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Dec 27, 2021
Dec 27, 2021 at 2:45 PM UTC
I existed for you, mister;
I extolled your complex nature.
I was intoxicated, briefly; you were good.
You excelled at smart seduction;
you outfoxed me with your hoaxes.
I didn't watch my heart the way I should;
but by the flux of your affections,
it meant approximately nothing.
Any buxom minx could have you if she tried.
It was a lonely anticlimax,
but I kicked my sad fixation
and nixed your plans to decimate my pride.
Feb 25, 2011
Feb 25, 2011 at 5:29 PM UTC
She was electric in hot pink heels
That's why he ******* hated her
Her tight black pencil skirt helped her to prevail
His ego a morsel in comparison to her priorities
Once a love now devoured
A misery deserved
He was a mistake in the making
Confidence she held to a high society
He was a risk never worth taking
Love is a disgust, as he held her hand in front of a judge
He took a life time opportunity for granted
Her strong will had excelled planning
His ugly button up shirt and shiney shoes is all he has left
Dismantled, his pride is nonexistent
She a constant certanty
Walking with narccism pink arched bow ties, she has no reason to cry
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 2:01 AM UTC
I’m sorry I’m such a disappointment
so dim witted
I’m sorry I can’t recall every minor detail
so oblivious to the world
I’m sorry I can no longer carry a tune
like when I was a child
I’m sorry I never lived up to your standards
so high I could not even glimpse them
I’m sorry I failed to be your perfect princess
too small and frail
I’m sorry I was never the musician she was
so awkwardly sitting
clumsily manipulating the strings
I’m sorry I never excelled the way she did
so distracted and unwilling
I’m sorry I never followed your laws
to many to count on my fingers
struggling to be free
I’m sorry I did the things I did
ashamed of who I was and confined
I’m sorry I made you cry
so depressed, my insecurities being repeated back at me
as if I didn’t say it to myself every time I looked into the treacherous mirror
I’m sorry I’d rather lose my self in poetry than your games
so confused and lost in this world
I’m sorry I can’t even keep my friends happy
anxiously shy and afraid to disappoint
I’m sorry about who I am
so wild and untamed like fire
I’m sorry I never turned out slightly like you wanted
banging against the windows begging to be free
I’m sorry your interests never drew me in
always alone with my thoughts and buried in a book
and I’m sorry for everything that I am and everything I’m yet to be
I hate to disappoint but there’s nothing I can do
I’m sorry my soul body mind and blood are riddled with imperfections
every breath toxic and infectious
I don’t mean to infect
I am a walking disease so please don’t come too close
I never meant to infect
just let me be in peace and I swear you won’t catch my disease
my toxic poison will never touch your lips
I’m sorry my imperfections have marred your skin
I don’t mean to seek your destruction
but it seems I have no control in who catches my slow disease
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 12:36 AM UTC
surprise surprise I read between the lines,
gobbling up the bread crumbs youse guys leave in;
yours and hers in the edible empty spaces and
hints and clues from other lines from other places
grew up in a family of storytellers, historians and book writers:
we did not play Scrabble in my house; was too contentious,
and besides, someone excelled in literary obscura and
Ancient Poets,
which made it most unfaira
instead we read the dictionary for fun and
broke into the unlocked local library at night,
were called The Borrowers in our little town,
I think affectionately
The FBI employed my momma,
the Original Literary Profiler,
cause she could see the signature of the same writer,
no matter how many names or disguises he tried,
in everything they had written
the skill was transferred genetically,
which is visible in all my escapades poetically:
I live here under many names so superciliously,
but I never have yet, fooled myself^
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 1:26 PM UTC
[You can hear the air moving the
l e a v e s of the
p a l m t r e e s.
Last rays of sun and it’s June 3]
We walk on a white-washed street and
Forget Me Not flowers on the fences screaming this is your new world.
You are that world, your eyes are Portofino in the middle of a neighborhood of coins.
We are walking and you stop because you look at a window of someone, while I was (I was) fixing the shouts of light on your temple, living the new world.
[All my cracks filled with water]
It’s warm pleasant, we walk, seeing life taking and not just wishing,
-^^^-
we have excelled
in the plastic world.
I stood by the ho^use with the most beautiful garden, I touched bird in paradise and you say that it’s [our garden]
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 11:24 AM UTC
What exactly does this expenditure of energy for solving a math problem do?
After I forget about solving it, what do I have?
An accomplishment?
I have conquered a bit of logic and reasoning; just as this sentence does, but math takes more effort usually.
It is precisely the reason that math requires more effort than reading or writing that there is a following behind it.
That's probably why I'm into it.
Because not everyone does it due to its difficulty.
So it is an exclusive group.
This is why it is bothersome to know others have excelled beyond me in math, because they have put forth the work; that they were tired enough of their ignorance to accomplish so much.
It is nice to know what I
could and couldn't accomplish from seeing them.
99% of mathematicians will never put forth a new theory or solve a once unsolvable question.
It would seem my whole life of math would prove futile in light that this exclusive "club" only allows 1% to make a dent in human history.
Therefore, I must strive, see it as a process of unending steps, and pray that I will add some work to humanity's progress.
Feb 25, 2021
Feb 25, 2021 at 1:46 PM UTC
So many matters to be ashamed
But,the greatest is mother-tongue
Ya,any other than English
Such a great joke
I excelled myself
as a puppet
In slavery of English
But,born in INDIA
as an Indian
Really,matter of great shame
better to be breathless
Only pray;will born next time
In an English state
As an Englishman
Birth'll successful
Slavery is my basic instinct
I'm a human being
Having a lot fantasies
may be less of personality-Written on 13.07.2012,Friday
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 3:55 PM UTC
Again with regards to The Phantom,
I wish you were here again.
Just so I can show you,
How mush I've excelled,
Without you.
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 5:39 PM UTC
Such expectation in our hearts,
When the World Cup football starts,
Off to Tesco, for shirts and flags,
Carried home in plastic bags,
3 Lions worn upon our chest,
England's going to be the best,
Little kids collecting footy cards,
In sticker books, they love this part,
You know where they will be found,
Swapping cards in the playground,
Our team heroes now they stand in line,
Mumbling national anthem, or some just mime,
Our pubs are full, the fans all wait,
For our team England to be just great,
Yet once again, it's a crock of ****
Still we can't quite believe it,
Our national team can't find the goal,
Been better if we'ad learned to bowl,
Excelled ourselves this time, it seems,
An early exit home, it means,
In some ways it's ended all the fuss,
Of buttock clenching, for all of us!
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC
As a kid, I used to think I was lucky. My other friends' parents yelled at them left and right and expected perfection. My parents made deals and laughed and said it was okay if I got a B. My friends' parents forced them to take violin lessons, piano lessons, Chinese lessons, ACT lessons, SAT lessons, and expected nothing less than superior for all of them. My parents asked what my hobbies were, what I wanted to do and what I cherished. They wanted to cherish them too. My other friends' parents envied me, their faces grew longing when I described the silky cheesecake I was allowed to eat at breakfast. Their eyebrows lifted in wonder at the thought of being praised for giving an effort and failing.
As I grew older, my happiness turned into envy again. Even though their parents pushed them to the brink and mine barely controlled me, I started doing worse. First came the B-'s then it dropped to C's and possibly even lower. I didn't think it was a problem at first, then came the time when my parents realized they did something wrong. They couldn't maintain the specific balance between too much and too less. I turned out to be a hopeless kid; one who struggled in class, one who couldn't keep up. My other friends, the ones with tiger parents excelled. Some were precocious, some were average smart. I couldn't compare. Their parents stopped yelling, finally satisfied with their work.
But that was when mine started yelling. Anger management wouldn't be able to handle them. Their poisonous words fell off their mouths like acid rain in a forest. I was the one who bore all the blame. My teenage rebellious personality wouldn't let me sit and watch, I had to talk back. The 5 minute talks grew to 10 minute admonishing and to 20 minute arguments where both sides were screaming at the top of their lungs in order to get their point across. We kept a drawer full of cough drops whenever these high-pitched arguments stopped. Each side would nurse their pride along with their swollen throats.
So now I wonder by myself, is it better to be strict to young kids and relax with older kids or the other way around? Each path brings its own side of pain, but each with its own reward.
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 6:16 PM UTC
The banished cloud in outer space
Traveled at a rapid pace
But it was not its will to go
Where its master told it so
Still it went where there was nothing
Hovering above like future stuffing
Till it cried and cried for ages
Forming waters, each tear’s wages
Then the spirit of the cloud
Went into the liquid, proud
All its salty tears had made
Below the surface, many shapes
Going up, it cried some more
Then went back down to see the score
The shapes began to have symmetry
And soon our oceans came to be
Still the cloud was unimpressed
It missed the old home it knew best
It had its creatures build a floor
To catapult threw surface door
The impact was tremendous waves
Inching forwards with every spray
Soon the ocean floor was broken
Each wave with debris its token
Till a piece of solid land
Formed amid the ocean’s band
Now the waves had a place to rest
And the cloud began to build its nest
Each drop of water made seeds in the ground
Trees were made, an Earth made its first sound
The map of green grew, from small and from great
The grid of one color, on a blue spinning plate
But in spite of its creatures, the cloud felt alone
It realized the trees would make better homes
He taught all his followers how to rise up
To crawl on the land, an eventually stand up
Some, above others, excelled for the better
Till their scaly features became wombs of feathers
So the question remains, what will this cloud become?
Why was it banished, by whom and where from?
Are there a group of dragons, living in the fiery sun?
Was the cloud a mere disguise for this banished one?
Cause even a dragon has wings to fly
It’s surely not the same as just floating on by
So perhaps this shamed dragon, in its new form
Aimed to make its own world, out of its scorn
Instead of fire, it breathed in the air
After first making water its lair
Now it too had wings, but all the control
Anyone made here comes from its soul
Still, a surprise came before it could think-
Two perfect walking images- and It tricked them in a blink
Nov 22, 2011
Nov 22, 2011 at 2:42 PM UTC
Today,
I woke with confidence.
I excelled and did not disappoint.
I got a bit tired.
I became so happy I felt like I could die,
I was love-struck,
I was nostalgic,
I gained new inspiration,
I made a bad mistake,
I aced the test
but failed the homework,
I had a severe panic-attack.
I cried in utter self loathing,
I was comforted.
I was sheltered.
I was loved.
I was picked up
and put back together
by strangers.
I misjudged
I gained new confidence
and lost it.
Today was the best day I've ever had.
Today was the worst day I've ever had.
Today, was perfect.
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 7:24 PM UTC