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"outdid" poems
EᔕᔕᕼI ~ ⚪♫⚪ ~ The kitchen's air is redolent with spices, peppers and cinnamon, all-spice and star anise, thyme and curry. The cooks are shouting orders; taking rose-silver pots and copper pans; each having the print of the Lily of Aurelinaea; from the wooden shelves, plates and bowls from the cup- boards; some are stirring soups over coal-fire stoves; others are dicing carrots, potatoes, fresh poultry and more. ~ ⚪♫⚪ ~ Esshi, in a light-green off-the-shoulder dress of rose-silk with a triple ruffle trim, lined with yellow ribbon, a thigh high slit and white lilies beadery, is speaking to the head-chef who nods. "Certainly, Lady Esshi." he says and turns to his busy staff. "Bring out the paella pans! We have orders for the Queen Mother!" "Yes, chef!" a woman says as she pulls out a rose-silver paella pan and places it on the stove. The head-chef turns to Esshi. "You need not worry, Lady Esshi," he smiles. "I will make the dishes with care." ~ ⚪♫⚪ ~ "You always do, Bael," Esshi chuckles as he washes his hands and she walks to the corner, sighing. 'My Lady...' she thinks worried. "Lady Esshi?" her thoughts are broken by a woman's voice. She turns to see a   florist behind her. *'So lost in thought, that I did not hear the door open.'* She thinks as her eyes fall on the flower vase. ~ ⚪♫⚪ ~ The vase is art noveau style; a deep emerald green with a maiden in flowing silks, her hair bejewelled with lilies. Esshi's eyes then rise to look at the flower arrangement - white lilies with lilac kisses, purple roses and several stems of lavender. "Lady Ainhara said I should bring this to you." "It's lovely," Esshi sniffs the fresh flowers. "Very beautiful! You certainly outdid yourself. It's for our young Queen, I take it?" "Yes. And Lady Ainhara said I should bring you this also." She sees her place some paper, quill and ink down and Esshi smiles.
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Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 3:41 PM UTC
♪♫♛♕ тнє мαѕкє∂ вαя∂ IV ♕♛♫♪
EᔕᔕᕼI ~ ⚪♫⚪ ~ The kitchen's air is redolent with spices, peppers and cinnamon, all-spice and star anise, thyme and curry. The cooks are shouting orders; taking rose-silver pots and copper pans; each having the print of the Lily of Aurelinaea; from the wooden shelves, plates and bowls from the cup- boards; some are stirring soups over coal-fire stoves; others are dicing carrots, potatoes, fresh poultry and more. ~ ⚪♫⚪ ~ Esshi, in a light-green off-the-shoulder dress of rose-silk with a triple ruffle trim, lined with yellow ribbon, a thigh high slit and white lilies beadery, is speaking to the head-chef who nods. "Certainly, Lady Esshi." he says and turns to his busy staff. "Bring out the paella pans! We have orders for the Queen Mother!" "Yes, chef!" a woman says as she pulls out a rose-silver paella pan and places it on the stove. The head-chef turns to Esshi. "You need not worry, Lady Esshi," he smiles. "I will make the dishes with care." ~ ⚪♫⚪ ~ "You always do, Bael," Esshi chuckles as he washes his hands and she walks to the corner, sighing. 'My Lady...' she thinks worried. "Lady Esshi?" her thoughts are broken by a woman's voice. She turns to see a   florist behind her. *'So lost in thought, that I did not hear the door open.'* She thinks as her eyes fall on the flower vase. ~ ⚪♫⚪ ~ The vase is art noveau style; a deep emerald green with a maiden in flowing silks, her hair bejewelled with lilies. Esshi's eyes then rise to look at the flower arrangement - white lilies with lilac kisses, purple roses and several stems of lavender. "Lady Ainhara said I should bring this to you." "It's lovely," Esshi sniffs the fresh flowers. "Very beautiful! You certainly outdid yourself. It's for our young Queen, I take it?" "Yes. And Lady Ainhara said I should bring you this also." She sees her place some paper, quill and ink down and Esshi smiles.
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Momentary mourning peace. Mama pours a glass of mulled wine, lights a scented candle                                (- "cherries on snow" -) and drinks to ol' Joan. Passed down with the jewellery box, somewhere in the will, the daughters receive the annual chore of roasting the turkey (delicious!) and the veggies (good job!) and (could you pass the?) breadsauce for their brothers and husbands huddled             on a threadbare sofa -- and a younger girl,             barely there, staring at a laptop screen. Mama's not festive - always too tired - barely celebrates, but orchestrates. Years barely there 'cause she's needed in their kitchen and someone's gotta cook can she please get a hand? and one chivalrous male puffs out his chest, takes one for the team, gestures to the girl with no discernible attention span and half-laughs an "ay, one day this'll be you! Best get in there while you're young!"                                                           ((A baritone chorus of laughter.)) "You outdid yourself on the turkey." "S'great, ain't it? Pass the potatoes." Sometimes here, sometimes Spain. We stay over. It's tradition: we're scattered across the country, maid duties are the least she can do. Never our kitchen or living room. Tiny. Messy. Unwelcoming. Come Boxing Day, Mama gives a bear hug goodbye and an "it's good to see you"; Because it is, she thinks. Thank you for inviting me to carry out your labour. I'm just grateful to be needed. A month of red 'SALE' tapes scouring the clearance shelves; overtime for extra cash scraped to afford the food she cooks you; paying half for gifts she'd brainstormed while Dad buys partial credit on the gift tag. We vanish from your house - like elves - by morning.
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Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 8:17 AM UTC
Mrs Claus & the Working-Class Christmas
Momentary mourning peace. Mama pours a glass of mulled wine, lights a scented candle                                (- "cherries on snow" -) and drinks to ol' Joan. Passed down with the jewellery box, somewhere in the will, the daughters receive the annual chore of roasting the turkey (delicious!) and the veggies (good job!) and (could you pass the?) breadsauce for their brothers and husbands huddled             on a threadbare sofa -- and a younger girl,             barely there, staring at a laptop screen. Mama's not festive - always too tired - barely celebrates, but orchestrates. Years barely there 'cause she's needed in their kitchen and someone's gotta cook can she please get a hand? and one chivalrous male puffs out his chest, takes one for the team, gestures to the girl with no discernible attention span and half-laughs an "ay, one day this'll be you! Best get in there while you're young!"                                                           ((A baritone chorus of laughter.)) "You outdid yourself on the turkey." "S'great, ain't it? Pass the potatoes." Sometimes here, sometimes Spain. We stay over. It's tradition: we're scattered across the country, maid duties are the least she can do. Never our kitchen or living room. Tiny. Messy. Unwelcoming. Come Boxing Day, Mama gives a bear hug goodbye and an "it's good to see you"; Because it is, she thinks. Thank you for inviting me to carry out your labour. I'm just grateful to be needed. A month of red 'SALE' tapes scouring the clearance shelves; overtime for extra cash scraped to afford the food she cooks you; paying half for gifts she'd brainstormed while Dad buys partial credit on the gift tag. We vanish from your house - like elves - by morning.
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Seasons melted one into one, Transfixed was I at the magic they flaunt! Harvesting love is all I did, Plenty of hearts I need to feed. A heart started homing the heart of one more, Transfixed was I at how love could soar! Harvesting love is all I did, Love is what life embodied. A time walked into another time, Transfixed was I at the passage of prime, Harvesting love is all I did, Although it’s time who outdid.
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Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 1:48 AM UTC
Harvesting Love
As he gazed on my face I saw waves of emotion rise and crash in his deep almond eyes and I became a river hurtling down to join the mighty current When he whispered to me honeyed words of passion in the enormity of silence I blossomed into a red tulip of love As he played on the strings of my heart’s violin I got tuned into an alluring symphony When he held my palms I evolved into a beautiful painting on a blank canvas When he cupped my face to stamp on my lips the seal of love I became a flitting butterfly When he lifted me up in his arms all the stars came down to see the spark in my eyes wondering if it outdid their combined lustre
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Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 10:36 AM UTC
Sparkling Love
quipping maliciously the learned scholar outdid himself and keeled over backward into a huge barrel of seething criticism
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Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 4:26 PM UTC
hazards of the profession
The 25th of April was just gone I had no time to prepare My beautiful kids done wrong I had to just watch and stare The mother decided it was best So they took the bus The night before was a sleepless rest Then everything rushed Now I stay in this dark room Holding their toys His favorite was his vroom vroom Because it made the most noise The livingroom hasn't been touched I keep the door closed This feeling is more than enough Cause my heart has froze They were more than just two kids They gave me light My niece and nephew outdid Everything in sight Rose could barely make words Cyler was a chatter Together they were beautiful birds And the world didn't matter I taught them beautiful things Like beatboxing a sound I wanna handle what life brings Even if they aren't around I don't know how to stop my cry Because I miss my loves I wish I could've got a better goodbye *Maybe one last hug...*
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Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 10:20 AM UTC
My light through dark
YOUNG-OLD-LADY I saw this ad in the paper and I was intrigued by it Because it said: young-old-lady So I got in touch with her! She said: “I am young in heart but old in body” But my *** drive is still quite hardy. So I put her to the test and she outdid all the rest. You see: I was a young woman of the night Until I got into a fight. She was twice my size- and messed up both my eyes So it became hard for me to see, so I did things naturally. My hands would pull down their pants in a hurry Because my vision was quite blurry. Then I got to be known as the universal queen Because I had (Russian) rushing hands and (roman) Roaming fingers and their pleasures would forever linger. So now, I am older and have to advertise To get more clients down the line. You‘ve just been added to my clients list So pay the money and do not get ******
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Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 1:58 PM UTC
humor #5
I've got nothing. In the world of words and here I exist non-complacent,ready to jump into anything.... I sat with a flower and it only outdid me. I once turned down a flame and it bumped up and burnt me. I took a leap of faith and it leaped up and bit me. How did he do and who did he do it to to make it all surreal?
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Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 12:20 AM UTC
fem
One, two three, Do you see yourself with me? One, two, three I really have to *** One, Two, Three Four is being left out One, Two, Three You're a fire that doesn't damage but heats me up One, Two, Three Million times To light me up I like fireworks but you already outdid them Fourth of June You left too soon For my eyes to get used to pure pulchritude and grace.
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Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 2:18 AM UTC
Fourth Of June
top of the heap you are King and along comes someone to show you a thing a new way of doing what you have done for years at first, you judge him by his looks, only, his long hair his ragged jeans his sandals and ***** feet his passivity his long beard and he looks preoccupied taken away by drugs or drink his mind blown by crack **** or LSD he seems to hover so slow so deeply occupied in a world he made for himself burnt out we used to call it then when the day is over and you look closer at the results and not the scruffy exterior you see he outdid you and you have been the King for thirty years knew it all you thought you were sure and here this man rides in on a stinking mule in sandals looking like a beggar and changes every ******* thing?
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Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 7:18 PM UTC
ever think you have the act down pat
i'm trying to understand be patient with me really outdid yourself this time can't reach far enough to jump to the conclusions that would make any of this alright wrong names and tiring games changing your mind in the middle of the night the universe just really wanted me to know that the only thing i can get from someone like you is a pretty lie and short-lived one at that can't even keep the ruse up long enough for me be hypnotized letting the anesthesia wear off before you bleed me dry cause you get pleasure from watching the last of my hope die
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Oct 24, 2021
Oct 24, 2021 at 9:48 AM UTC
extraction
I hate the way you smile when you talk about her, I hate the way you look forlorn when you think about what you did. I hate that I wasn't there to be part of what you were. I hate that I'm always second best, always outdid. I hate the way I melt when our eyes meet. I hate the way the toxins disperse. I hate the way your eyes make my voice sweet, I hate the way I make it so much worse. I hate that I see love in your colors, And I hate that I don't know if its' mine, Or if its' others. But I love the way those colors shine. But most of all I hate that I can't hate you, even if I had to. Because it's true. I have always loved you.
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Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 1:53 PM UTC
Insecure bouts of mock hatred (A Sonnet)
i hope i don't miss your ****** cavalier with the paint stains on the rooftop, your out-of-place beard hairs that i'd pluck with my teeth, your chipped tooth that you had fixed a few times then gave up on, your eyelashes that outdid mine every day, your timberlands, the way you were my best friend, my lover, my everything. i hope i don't miss you forever.
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Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 9:39 PM UTC
ihopeidon'tmiss