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"outdoing" poems
I am one, In a trillion, Significant enough, With standoffish movement of air, Of any velocity. I will furnish you with an upchucking sensation, In your solar plexus, And move your heavy head, Round and round, Round and round. Outdoing the darkness, Above and beneath, I will emerge cold-eyed; I will emerge cold-eyed, And hit the strong, And bold, And black boulders. And sprinkle moisture droplets on your pale face. I am one, In a trillion, Vying with my facsimiles, And similar ones, For reaching the untraced, Unknown, And unfrequented coves, With puissance, And robbing the possessions, I will recede. I will recede, And submerse everything with me, And what awaits me, On my way. Come, And dunk yourselves, Thinking I will wash all your transgresses, Come, You puny creatures, I will, But wash only your grimy, And filthy bodies. Advance farther, And you will be another meal, To me. I am one, In a trillion, Significant enough, Roaring monotonously. I am a wave, In a humongous ocean, Busier than a bee, Rising and falling, Forever, Growing old, And working harder, Than ever.
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May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 1:36 PM UTC
Wave
be blunter not, be no folly still: this is our heartland's voice. we are not this land's tenant, nor are we the shadows that inhabit light — this is out highest meed, we go on with nobler steads. languorous scraps of warfare and a ****** of metal heed the clarion call of our oneness yet when it rains all shall rend in rust as how our nation furiously drowns yet emerges victorious past the renegade of hours! in it and from it shall rise the true meaning of our blood. our large voices mellow down in our guts outdoing our smallness - there is a river of phantasmagoria yet its rustle is same in its breadth in our deep land. o, yelp never a lie! consider truthfully brutal affording solace: it is our form reshaping our body. it is our wills carving our flesh. it is the dreams that are ensanguined in us that forge the arms of our fatherland: language!
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Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 6:55 AM UTC
The Land
Book holds for Reader The secret to divinity, Between ink and fiber Lies the universe. Sustaining itself by Luring others inside, Book fools Reader That escape is within Then entraps them in the Fantasy that life could be Like Reader's favorite Book. But Book lies to Reader. Great literature is proof Against God. For God created World, Author and Ink and Paper- Reader and Book. But Reader wants to escape World (created by God) And travel into Book (created by Author) His creation has outdone Him And has been outdoing him For centuries.
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Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 11:47 PM UTC
Reader and Book
Oh shout, never whisper your thoughts only loud voices get their point across. Practice all that you believe and preach or all your worth will be ****** as blood to a leech. Believe that you are, not just one of many, but one of few outdoing others plenty. Reach out to those who have less than you, one good deed can pull many smiles through. Stay true to yourself, and realize that one simple dream can evolve into something greater than the world has ever seen.
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Jun 22, 2012
Jun 22, 2012 at 9:47 PM UTC
Wise Words
The singular marble of energy, infinitely dense, Elected to expand towards inexistent directions, Creating space to unfold volatile carpets of navy Blue time, on which to develop endless potential. Light ignites for particles to amalgamate reflections, Evolving energy into matter, for atoms to compose Spinning molecules assembled, filled with purpose Pulled by force, of gravity building fusing stars. Refractory minerals travel unnoticed and afar, Leaving home to shower dust on spheres aligned Orbiting a sun, where ingredients perfectly meld Hosting falling comets and chondrites, water in disguise. Suddenly life. As the marble now exceeds measurement possibilities, Perpetrating its expansion, outdoing light speed limits, It decides to visit itself and its creations through the eyes Of a species with a mind. Consciousness rise. From a remote planet lost in its meanders, Inhabitants of Earth slowly challenge their perceptions, Reflecting shadows of primitive light to comprehend Their role in the marble game encompassing all. Suddenly the Universe.
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Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 4:53 AM UTC
Playing marbles
Determine within yourself, to smile more, worry less Let love and peace guide you away from the path of bigotry That will slay the soul and mind, look to the lush green cornfields Standing as silent guards in America, the blooming summer apples The the rapid streams, with minnows swimming in clear creeks Junebugs buzzing in sundown , butterflies floating in soft winds Fireflies glowing as tiny neon signs, outliving, outdoing, stonings Beatings to the body , spirit, of being called "shine'' , '' nigger'' , '' darky'' Which of themselves, are never unforgettable, ever hoping that a stain will be left on white souls, so that one might be able to smile in autumn
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Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 5:21 PM UTC
To Smile In Autumn By Victor Tripp
The eyes are the ******* of the soul You play your cards right Let the eyes tell the lies People will believe anything that they see The upside to being depressed Is you become professional to outdoing the best A smile here and raise of the eyebrow there proves everything Especially that "I love you" is true It's the truth if the matter, that the best is yet to come and I hope you're there to see it and I won't have to tell lies.
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Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 1:37 AM UTC
Untitled
By the border they drink cactus  wine breathless outdoing   each other cussing their own Mothers they tell poignant  stories  for a few guineas on their first and only  loves before they became tramps of sorts profusely  coughing  up nobody wants them mow
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Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 3:49 PM UTC
unwanted prays
Well, what did you expect? A parade and celebration to honor your return? A banquet and feast laid out just for you? A thousand people waving and waiting to give you gifts, every person outdoing the other, each gift more extravagant than the next? For me to fall into your arms and say that I was waiting for you to come back? Well, then you've got something coming. I'm sorry if when I opened the door to your knock, I didn't react like you thought I would, But you were the one who said we were over So I quit crying over you and moved on, I tried to tell you before, that if you dump me, You wouldn't get a second chance. You found someone else with a lot of money, And so you dumped me and picked her up. But now you're back and wanting me again, Your smile and open arms are tempting But I know better than to trust someone, Who told me they would never choose another over me. So don't mind me as I tell you to never set foot here again, And slam the door in your face. Because in truth, while I am moving on with my life, Inside a part of my heart, I'm still crying,   Wishing, I could rewind time.
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Dec 23, 2017
Dec 23, 2017 at 3:19 PM UTC
What did you expect?
Shelter me from a playground of indecisions Bury my fear and grant me that my hope brings me visions I am never whom I was I am never these illusions The child in me still searching for absolution. I don’t want my youth to be a grave that I visit I don’t want my youth to be a grave that I visit I don’t want my youth to be a grave that I visit More than fire and rain More than sticks and stones A home A castle of glass misguiding emotions that are born Never growing younger the age outdoing the clock Decisions growling Decisions howling The child in me still looking for a flower. I don’t want my youth to be a grave that I visit I don’t want my youth to be a grave that I visit I don’t want my youth to be a grave that I visit More than fire and rain More than sticks and stones A home A home A home A home A home Welcome home to childhood dreams Welcome home to a destiny Welcome home to a fragile heart Welcome home I don’t want my youth to be a grave that I visit.
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Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 4:36 PM UTC
Shelter me