"outperform" poems
Listen O Time!
I must perform regally again,
And I must rise from the frightening ghoulish depths of darkness,
Right in the face of the sun & prevail.
Listen O Time!
I must perform regally again,
As I rise from darkness I will outperform many and conquer the difficulties arising,
Out of competitive spirit & succeed in the face of glory with each difficulty easing.
Listen O Time!
I must perform regally again,
As I defy class-boundaries and become the king of my own small world,
Away from this mean society & in the calm peace of loneliness.
Listen O Time!
I must perform regally again,
And you must not present me with another obstacle in the path I choose myself,
Sweet revenge for the taking after the 7 Seconds that you consumed.
Listen O Time!
I must perform regally again,
And my anger is calm enough to not err again in life whatever I may choose,
Disciplined it shall be as I break your ritual of carelessly punishing people for their sins.
Listen O Time!
I must perform regally again,
I accept all the negatives that I ever have had and work to nullify them,
I chose this path for me where I stand against the blizzard of in this hostile snowy world.
Listen O Time!
I must perform regally again,
I accept all my weaknesses too as I started my life anew sometime ago as the second life,
In revelry I'm not going to lose your track either & let you take over my life in your hands again.
Listen O Time!
I must perform regally again,
I must perform regally again,
I must perform regally again...
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 11:17 PM UTC
There is no better way
to do heavy lifting
than with a machine
or perform countless repetitive tasks
or manufacture microscopic objects
or handle toxic substances
or fly across an ocean
or accomplish a variety of
actions that humans
can't or won't do
And we rely on machines
to do what we tell them
when and where
and how and why
we decide
without fail
and without error
Machines outperform
humans for such purposes
and are more reliable,
consistent and
cost-effective as well
They do require maintenance
and spare parts
but nothing like health care
and benefits that humans demand
And they can be upgraded
or replaced without fear
of lawsuits or labor unions
or semiautomatic rifles and
sacks full of magazines
They are almost perfect
and better than humans
in many ways
But they can't laugh
or cry or sing
the way we do
they can't get angry
or sad or happy
or feel emotion
the way we do
they can't love
or break your heart
the way we do
and they can't
make you feel
the way you do
when you come home
from work and your
daughter comes
running to the door
shouting, "Daddy's home!!!!!!"
Not in a million years
So humans are actually
far better than machines
in the ways that matter
and the imperfections,
shortcomings, idiosyncrasies,
flaws in our character, mistakes
we make and an endless list
all prove that we are human
and capable of all these
things that machines
can't or won't do
And I am thankful
that I am not some
perfect, error free
switch-on-switch-off
low maintenance
obedient, emotionless
and highly repetitive
tool that strives
to be a machine
because I would rather
take pride in mistakes
I make and be human
especially when
I come home
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 1:03 PM UTC
the path lays trodden;
a milestone, leads to nowhere;
somewhere down, a leaf floats -
mid-air - to the whims of the cold breeze,
afraid to touch the bitter ground.
the soldiers are afoot;
marching to the sound
of static, broadcast by their
unreliable leaders.
the innocent seek asylum -
flee from states of unrest;
the power seems absolute -
hardly dynamic;
pistols aim for the heads;
warheads aim for the heads -
of nations - all trying to outperform
each others’ retribution;
panzers guard the rogue bases,
like hellhounds, starved of souls.
mothers kiss their babes, ‘--night’,
then wipe their hapless tears;
fathers beg for their sons’ lives,
and their daughters’ honour;
God exists only in afterthoughts;
ceremonies shroud in silence;
children become too self-aware
for their undemanding ages;
schools shut their gates -
push them further into the nightmare;
tell them they don’t belong;
one of them’s had enough…
pushes back.
Dec 25, 2024
Dec 25, 2024 at 1:34 AM UTC
To make a great joke,
first study the subject.
It tickles me
when the people
who are joking
outperform the people
who are serious.
That, to me,
is poetic justice.
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 2:30 AM UTC
They have tried to turn the language of your body
into ***** words, calling
your strength, grace of motion–
your poetry,
“Black Magic”.
But, Dark Art is that whitewashing illusion.
Misdirection.
Magic
is whatever color you see when you look in the mirror.
So, they slip their mirrors into your pockets,
commandeer the covers of magazines,
and big screens.
They costume in your clothing, your words, your art and artifact.
Keep you chasing shadows and slurs.
I want to say to you,
you need no one’s permission
to shatter glass,
take up space,
to outperform the top-hatted man blowing smoke from his stage.
Tell him to
Move. Over.
Unmask his ball-gowned, silent accomplices.
If publicness is not being shared,
it is being stolen.
Carry on.
Perform your magic in every spotlight.
I will stand aside,
and shout down your imposters.
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 11:48 AM UTC