"outsmarted" poems
The Robin And The Crow
A robin and a crow were perched upon a fence,
an unlikely combination but they seemed to be good friends.
Standing in the mid-day sun each on a separate picket,
basking in it's rays while staring at a cricket.
The crow looked very hungry the robin seemed content,
so he flapped his shiny wings and to the ground he went.
The cricket saw him coming and jumped away in a flash,
searching for some camouflage in an open field of grass.
The crow was disappointed outsmarted once again,
so he flew back to his perch and asked his feathered friend.
"Have you had your dinner tell me would you mind"
"I wondered if you'd share with me, could you be so kind?"
The robin fanned his wings and said "come follow me"
To his nest they flew at the top of an old oak tree.
Together they shared a feast the robin caught that day,
then they fell asleep passing the time away.
There's a lesson to be learned from the robin and the crow,
and carry this knowledge with you where ever you may go.
Friendship is a special thing it's always nice to share,
it shows the good inside of you so people know you care.
Written By Kathy J Parenteau
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 12:05 PM UTC
"if it pleases my Lord? Yes it pleases thee"
made famous by the English
formal gibberish saying nothing
well phrased for max words zero knowledge
this is ingrained in there offspring
Jackal smile and fancy words
the goose that could lay no egg
alas injustice is a good egg
penny wise pound foolish
the grandest motto ever
how proud can you feel, wallowing in mud and smiling
being led by the noise, following bread crumbs
who is the real servant and who is the master?
i know you have lost control
you serve the master you choose, thought it
would have been an envy apparent
you wee outsmarted, not outgunned
but know this my master owns it all
creator of all
master of all
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 2:35 AM UTC
Look, at that cup of coffee
Standing there
Without the fear of getting cold
The sun heats it up before a singel degree
Even starts to think about leaving
Look, look at that mountain
Standing there
Stronger than any hous or tree
Never like the ice afraid of breaking down
Look, look at time
Always moving forward
Giving people hard times
Never letting them have a single second back
Look, look at that kindergarten teacher
Teaching kids things he knows
Things he knows that he knows
Never afraid to be outsmarted
Look, look at that child
pretending better than anybody else
Turning nothing into play
Degrees into creatures
Mountains into needed friends
Time into the the enemy
And the teachers into outdated non fiction
Because she knows
Fiction is her home.
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 5:50 PM UTC
A helicopter fashioned
from feathers and fairy dust
buzzed the rioting fuchsia,
Newton's laws upended,
outsmarted,
The ruby-throated flier darted
over and under blossoms,
taking samples
with the lightest touch--
like a visitor from another planet
intending no harm,
then he backed off, surveying,
Lingering in weightlessness,
Suspended in the moment before,
when all is possible,
Poised on the edge of
free fall,
deciding what's next.
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 10:52 AM UTC
Their wars are small, petty, and grey.
I was subjected to a dialogue;
a war story.
Side A walked to Side B's kingdom
to fight them. Side B formed a plan.
Side B sent one person to confront Side A.
She maced them.
In their faces. In. Their. Faces.
Her offense was successful.
I heard this story from Side A.
All I wanted to ask was,
"Why fight them in the first place?".
Why should I feel empathy; that they wanted to
initiate violence instead of dialogue,
and ended up getting outsmarted.
What was the alternative?
A fistfight, and now injuries that can't be fixed?
Who ever learns from the mistakes of violence?
Someone calls my love,
"A stupid white ***** who
needs to learn to keep her mouth shut",
and I can't tell her not to carry a knife.
In all my need for logic, even as a pacifist...
Now, I take what little money I have
and I buy her a canister of
mace.
Men are afraid women will undercut their power
or make a fool of them.
Women are afraid men will ****** them.
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 11:31 PM UTC
Halloween was always one of my
Favorite nights of the year,
Although the waiting was torturous
As the date drew near.
What to wear? was always the question.
Not rich enough to be trendy,
We put together makeshift costumes,
And Dad would always pretend he
Didn't have enough money
To spend on fancy treats.
"Besides," he said, "my theory
Is basically sweets are sweets."
We didn't have Darth Vader back then;
Kids were pirates and cats,
Skeletons, hobos, cowboys and Indians,
Devils, witches, and bats.
Mummies, scarecrows, fairies, clowns--
Whatever we could devise.
Many kids were simply ghosts
In sheets with holes for eyes.
Ah, the treats: chocolate coins,
Cookies, Milky Ways,
Popcorn ***** candy corn,
Necco Wafers for days,
Abba-Zabas, Tootsie Rolls,
Bubble gum cigars,
Licorice, Candy cigarettes,
And Snickers candy bars.
We got Double Bubble in packs,
Taffy, Cup-O-Gold,
Milk Duds, Jujifruits--
A mountain of treats all told.
The experts had TWO costumes
And made the rounds twice,
As if one giant bag of candy
Was never going to suffice.
Back at home we'd pour out our candy,
And then the bartering started.
Since I had two older brothers,
I was usually outsmarted.
Mom and Dad let us monitor
Our own candy stash,
And we survived the candy feast
Without a sugar crash.
Until I was fourteen years of age,
I'd never had a cavity,
Despite living in Candyland
In utter sugar depravity.
But I can still eat candy now
And not go trick-or-treating,
Though, granted, there are more nutritious
Foods that I should be eating.
- by Bob B
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 1:11 PM UTC
Solitude brings it out of the creature
It's confusion apparent to the greater
M.I.N.D
Through the maze it scurries
Beneath the surgical lights
It could be the starvation
Violence its only outlet
Learned from old books and tapes
It easily outsmarted the psychiatrist
Memorizing the answers to the examinations
It always says the right thing
planting lies in the right light
Watering them when the time calls
One night it will chew and hack its way
Through the gleaming, sterile walls
To live forever among the trees and grass
Feb 6, 2013
Feb 6, 2013 at 1:32 AM UTC
build the earth from nothing,
she demanded.
build around me a shield of green and
carve your cityscapes into my ribcage,
burrow deep into my flesh and
drink from my throat like thieves.
i gave you everything but the clothes
on your back and the poison
you stole from my name,
shutting out birdsong and brainwaves for rocketships and
buckets of red that stained my dress like the frost.
i have been bleeding, starving, praying,
but you've only
licked your lips and settled
more comfortably into the rabbit's fur like the demons you are.
an outcry.
we had planted her fingers and
eaten the roots
just as she had asked,
pressed the dark, rich earth between our toes
as blood seeped from the pores of our skin
and acid dripped into the lungs of the children.
we had stood in the cold shivering and knocking
but her door remained sealed
for still she was not pleased.
we had outsmarted her
once before, you see.
twisted glacial rivers and sent showers of sparks towards
the sky in a beauty more precise than arrows,
and by luck of the dice
had turned her pieces round.
but she had shaken us off her shoulder
as easily as a dew droplet or
the shedding of a second skin,
an empty shell that filled with rainwater
when left out for a night.
our punishment was one of unusual origins and
hadn't a fathomable end,
one we couldn't even begin to guess.
our question stands in a noose of gold and silver
and i've a feeling the jury will clatter their knees
to protect the guilty.
and who were we to speak the truth when
the snapping of necks deafened the loudest voice?
Apr 11, 2010
Apr 11, 2010 at 8:34 PM UTC
it wont leave me alone
its taken everything i have
its draining my life away
it always makes me sad
there is no place to run
without it catching you
there is no place to hide
without it finding you
and if you ever think
for even a second
that you have outsmarted it
then it will show you
by the things you hold dear
that it will never go
never leave you alone
it will always win
because you belong to it
it will always be here
May 31, 2011
May 31, 2011 at 12:22 AM UTC
I once
Lost myself for you
Out on a limb reaching for you
Viscously fought for your attention
Expecting the worse hoping for the best
Didn't expect what you brought to the table
You walked right through me
Over my heart and through the forest you went
Used me like a love song
I once
Made you my all
I knew better
Shame on me
Shame on you
Everyone knew
Didn't see it coming
Yelling for closure
Outsmarted by your games
Utterly humiliated
I once
Forgot how to live
Evenings alone
Lusted for onces touch
Told myself never again
Alive in the midst of death
Living of the old memories
Inviting the reaper in for a cup
Victory wasn't an option anymore
Everlasting joy swallowed in darkness
Dec 27, 2011
Dec 27, 2011 at 5:02 AM UTC
Fred has to be a male,
so, he must be masculine,
a muscle man, an alpha bag,
with a core made of ego.
Fred as a noun is something known,
He must be working with his hands,
not with his mind, no thinking.
He must be strong, and fit and sporty,
not a kid who is gay for not lifting
- a kid is a gay if his not sporty.
Fred is a guy so he must smoke,
adore the feeling of the coke,
Drink his beer and get a toast,
he must be **** smelling dope.
Fred is a man so he must have pride,
Never cry, never try to apologize,
and he must think he is always right;
like the way fathers, brothers,
often won an argument,
as punches and fists were persuasive.
Fred is a male so he must love women,
women as in **** ladies in bikinis,
**** ladies as in **** making love,
so he must love *** love as in having fun,
having fun as in playing with everyone,
and he is macho for doing that.
Fred is a name who is always feared,
of his tounge and cursing,
acting tough, controlling,
like a god, he is supreme,
his words ****** every being,
with hurt, and dissappointment.
Fred is a dude so he must be a champ,
he must be the first in every rank,
he is the strongest and toughest guy,
and he must be vain for looking tough,
looking at the mirror, self-adoring,
“Who’s the fairest of them all?”
Fred is a man, so he must always be mad,
mad as in angry, always ready to fight,
his enemies were himself if his outsmarted,
her girl if she’s disobedient,
her wife if he thinks she’s unfaithful,
the gays for they are sinners but cowardly;
and all his anger is a real strong punch,
or a slap, or a curse, or a high-sounding insult,
or the smoking of a pack of coke or puff.
Fred?
He is a guy, so he must fail to express himself.
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 3:49 AM UTC
For this game
We don’t need a Nintendo
We don’t need a Wii
Not even a switch
The rules are simple:
Peachy can defeat Bowser only if Bowser removes his mask
He can do this himself or let it fall off in time
Peachy sees Bowser differently than everyone else
She doesn’t notice he’s not as appealing to the eye
She doesn’t notice that he breathes fire whenever he speaks
His grip is tighter than what she’s used to
He’s not always himself but snaps back when she realizes it
He adores her as an object, not as a Princess
She cries, he comforts her
But eventually her tears becomes his rage points
Each and every last one of them
Peachy is confused
He says he loves her
He says he’ll be ****** if he leaves her
But she knows he means well
Even if she doesn’t always believe it
Even if she doesn’t always understand him
Bowser stops caring
Bowser goes behind her back to pick another peachy
But he fails
Miserably
And he takes it out on her
Peachy stopped wearing pink
Bowser didn’t like it
She stopped wearing makeup
He said she can never match it right
She even stopped wearing her gold crown
Bowser can’t stand it on her
It reflects everything he’ll never be
It makes her attract the looks of Mario & Luigi
Peachy wouldn’t give away what’s Bowser’s
Initially, at least
But Daisy inspired her
And Rosalina guided her to better
While Pauline reminded her who she was
Peachy is herself again!
Bowser loss his own game
He thought he was smarter than Peachy
But Peachy outsmarted him long before they crossed paths
She wore her crown with grace
With elegance and with confidence
Things Bowser couldn’t dream of on his worst day
What was once a daily unwinnable final boss battle
Has turned into a well won victory for Princess Peachy!
-Mia J
7/7/2025
© 2025 Mia J
Sep 3, 2025
Sep 3, 2025 at 9:00 AM UTC
You're smart like that
Making me feel bad to give you treats
Sheltered in a dark corner
Your eyes glowing with fear,
or so you would have me think
Are you afraid?
Or just fishing?
Waiting for me to sit down next to you
Sweetening my voice
Hand out with one of your favorites
Is this your way of getting your way?
After you come out,
you act as if nothing happened
Your tail coiled up with confidence
Is that a smirk?
Perhaps I've been outsmarted again
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 12:04 PM UTC
Dark skies of midday madness,
The world has been painted in darkness.
Moments ago, the carnage of day,
Personification of pride, ran rampant.
Outsmarted, outwitted, outmatched
Pillars of ego fall, as all do, to their knees.
Nature is less forgiving, she has grown bitter.
She batters and bruises, lashing with rage.
But is this not her right, more so her duty.
Clouds pour their thick mist across heavens,
Day light is of a when long forgotten.
Bless this fortune, this humility.
Rise, embrace the turning of tides.
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 8:15 AM UTC
What can I say?
You have
outsmarted all my metaphors
and all of my clichés
are insulting to your love
I wouldn’t write another poem
telling you how much I care
I can’t say again I love you
in any other way
How do I
describe the color
of your soul; that light
No winter sends
shivers up my spine
the way your eyes do
and the fertile raindrop-whispers
falling on my ears
there’s no autumn, or spring
to show me life like your heart does
no sun could match
the summer of your love
What can I say?
I had no words left
to hide behind
So I ran, but
where wouldn’t you find me
in a world that revolves around
you and I?
and so you found me
and where I lay
didn’t drag me out
didn’t sweep me off my feet
but lay shaking
beside me
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 5:24 PM UTC
You think life is going well,
but in reality it's like you are locked up in a cell.
Every moment flashes before your eyes,
you hate those sorry 's and those lies.
You wish you could redo what you already started,
but it was already reported and outsmarted,
You always think about the what ifs and maybes,
I'm just asking please safe me.
We make mistakes we are only human,
we wish we were superhuman.
We have days that we want to forget,
you just can't help it but get upset.
You can't help but stare at the sky,
thinking about what might of been,and then you start to cry.
You never felt this angry,you just don't know what to do,
you just prey and hope that someday you outgrew.
You blame the world for your own mistakes,
you are so ignorant of what's at stake.
You see the world in black and grey,
you just hope when you go to bed it will all go away.
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 5:12 PM UTC
He's a shooting star,
You can love him even when he's so far.
I was crumbling and falling.
I was tired of being called a lie,
So sick of it I wanted to die.
I met you and you told me,
"If you do not love him, it's not meant to be."
I left him because you were right,
I cried all day and honestly, all night.
I did not love him, yet he loved me,
I only wish that's what my friends would see.
They left me broken-hearted,
They thought I had been outsmarted.
They claimed,
"Rosie, you left Fire because you found someone more,
You left him crying and you went to Wisp for galore."
Some "friends," because if only they knew,
The love between Fire and I just wasn't true.
I went back to Wisp, yes I did,
And guess what he said?
"What your friends did to you ****** me off.
How dare they think that about you?" He scoffed.
You still loved me,
Through the rumors.
I just wanted to say,
I'm lucky to have met you in every way.
Thank you for what you did two nights ago,
Because of it, I did not go for the knife.
And if you ever need it,
I'm here to pull you out of your strife
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 4:39 PM UTC
We say 'Wel-come' (such a nice word)
but never 'Wel--go'
(I've outsmarted Shakespeare)
this word even he didn't know.
Good-bye, adieu, farewell
words that seem so sombre and sad
'wel-go' has such a lovely ring and glow
it makes everyone glad.
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 9:15 PM UTC
If you’re incarcerated black man
for selling rock around the block
Outplay Reagan with your smart investments
In the 80’s rock
By getting some white kid to sell the rocks
Plus
The state protects them, ain’t for us
Finding any reason to keep us locked up.
Jan 23, 2021
Jan 23, 2021 at 4:54 PM UTC
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I knew when you came here
The truth would reveal
A thousand misgivings, a million appeals
Your words a disguise now
For actions concealed
And I left to wonder
Are you false?
Are you real?
Your warmth and conviction
When telling your lies
Shanghaied my logic
Bedazzled my eyes
A dozen maneuvers
Outsmarted my questions
A game long since honed
Via force and deception.
I could not be strong
When under your spell
I knew what the truth was
But I wouldn't tell.
And as you continue
Your seductive denial
I can’t help but wonder
At your own heart beguiled
Into a dream
Of no longer knowing
Which is reality and where is the scheme
But I cannot judge you
Nor seek to condemn
For I was held captive
By more than you knew.
What drew me and kept me
Was more than a con
But a hope for your truth
To finally shine through.
You are for the most part
A man in disguise
Yearning to impress
Fearing reprise
The light is within you
And its you who's not free
You can’t let me love you
You're unable to see
There’s nothing to fear here
It’s real
I’m me.
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 5:55 AM UTC
We once owned a little mutt named Genie
on occasion we called her Genie Panini
we tried not to feed her table scraps n' stuff
but then again, I had her heart on my cuff
so once in a while, we gave her little bits
to keep at bay her continuous barking fits
Each night hubby would eat a bowl of cheerio
while watching T.V. or listening to the stereo
Genie watched intently eyes peeled to the bowl
the ritual worked well, for she never stole
he gave her 1, there was nothing she could do
so she crunched it while she lay beside his shoe
One day hubby went to answer the door and left
Genie hopped on the couch and left him bereft
she ate all the cheerios but she did leave him one
when he returned he saw an empty bowl no fun
He'd been outsmarted by a funny little Shih Tzu
with Pomeranian smack, who knew what to do.
Moral of the story: Never trust a dog, when it comes to food.
Feb. 7, 2021
Feb 7, 2021
Feb 7, 2021 at 8:04 AM UTC
What do you see when you look at me?
Brown hair
Short, Fair
Curvy around the edges
Lipstick shade everyone judges
Comfortable wear, totes, and wedges
Uneven nail ridges, mascara smudges
Goofy mannerisms, a subject of criticism
prodigy of individualism with a slight tinge of feminism
Smart, Cute
an acute brute or a complete hoot
a witch, a narcissistic *****
or yet another girl you can easily ditch
Incredible, gullible
Adorable or terrible
Cold-hearted, Introverted
or easily outsmarted
the biggest smile you’ve ever seen
the one who addresses herself as the Queen
Kind, mean or everything in between.
What do you see when you look at me?
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 12:47 AM UTC