"outwit" poems
"Be careful who you call a King"
All the romantic girls want a 'knight in shining armour'
All princesses want some noble king to sweep them off their feet
All the bad girls want a rebel who's mean with lots of green
Well... I'm all three
I want the joker
Who can outwit the knight in a fight with only his words
Who can make the king laugh with accents and gestures so absurd
Who can cause the rebel to cry and fly away like a scared little bird
I want the joker
I'm a poet
I need the joker to take away the sadness in the words I write
I need the joker to willingly fight for me with his own life
I need the joker to stand tall and proud, yet admit when he's not right
I need the joker to love me fully, unbiasedly and with all his might
I'm a poet
Knights are overrated
Kings are old and outdated
Rebels are deathly fated
Jokers are an eternity
Cause laughter can surely never die
Jokers are everything
Cause my heart will surely never cry
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 6:53 PM UTC
Is it a bird?
Or is it a plane?
It's… It's… It's…
It's no limit to your dreams,
What you so desire to aspire to be,
All you must do as hard as it seems
Is believe that you can succeed;
Others may try to hinder you stride,
Some will so much as doubt you indeed,
But you cannot surrender to kryptonite,
Because I see the superwoman you are to me.
Dignified, poised, strong,
A superwoman you are to see;
Confident, able, young,
The superwoman you are to me;
What a superwoman, to the rescue
Even for villains whose ridicules tested you,
They cannot outwit the superwoman..
You are to me.
You have been mistreated,
By slander, blackmail, and betrayal;
Somehow you still stand undefeated,
No one has seized you to fail;
You are a heroine, a matriarch
A woman of admiration in any degree;
Willing to give and help from your heart,
And that's the superwoman you are to me.
Dignified, poised, strong,
A superwoman you are to see;
Confident, able, young,
The superwoman you are to me;
What a superwoman, to the rescue
Even for villains whose ridicules tested you,
They cannot outwit the superwoman..
You are to me.
It's Superwoman!!!
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 10:52 AM UTC
Its in these waters, when I was merely a Parr
Or as you might refer to me as a fry,
This wise but young Brook Trout cruised the slow water with my kinfolk fry.
Moving to and fro hiding among the biome vegetation
The sunlight supported my living space and warmed my growth rings.
I dart in and out of the oxygenated seams which help me flourish.
Some days, I had to use stealth to outwit the pine marten and warblers,
I shadowed the cattail and watched them fill their bellies with those around me.
But I felt fate had a purpose for me to be something special.
And When the time was right, I'd propel myself above the water into the night air.
The large circle of orange light filled my eyes and the night sky was filled with luminary.
I imagined what it must be like to live outside this riffle domain.
This morning, through my refractory vision I spot some floating objects,
And through an inherited sensory recall I can see these are hatching green Drakes.
I immediately shoot to the surface and fill my stomach, then swim back to the undercut for cover.
As the years pass by and maturity abounds, I find my self settling in behind a large boulder
Right at the tail out of the back eddy, providing me with an ample food supply.
And it's here I prefer to live my life in the slow current, content and peaceful.
And one day as I swam into the current seam, I spotted what appeared to be,
A different looking bug with yellow belly, so I make my move.
He's not moving much so I decide to raise my head above the water line and sip.
As I grab the hopper I start to slide back behind the boulder,
When I feel a pinch, as if someone try's to pull me towards the surface
I fight with all my might but this force proves to be stronger than I.
It's now I realize a human reels me towards the shore line, and I'm fearful.
This one called a human, grabs my tail and places his hand on my under belly.
Pulling me from my home, he dislodges the hook from my mouth. I gasp for oxygen.
He looks me over from nose to tail, smiles and says how beautiful I am.
He looks me in the eye And says " This was a wonderful fight my friend, enjoy the rest of your life,
He places me back in water, gently reviving me and finally lets me swim away.
I dare to turn and look back at him for a moment and as he continues to watch me,
I hear him say " I fish, knowing everyday on this stream is a gift."
Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 3:59 PM UTC
I will love you seven days a week.
I will tell you tales, and love you as we speak.
I will love you today,
And I will love you more each day.
I will love you like Monday.
Like how the Moon loves to kiss the bay.
Like what happened on July 20, 1969,
I will take the risk like my life is on the line.
Because this day will be the start,
Of a one giant leap for my heart.
I will love you like Tuesday.
Like how Ares loves to slay.
I will fight for you till the end of the week,
And claim you as the prize that I seek.
Because even the God of War,
Lost the battle to the one he adore.
I will love you like Wednesday.
Like how Hermes loves to play.
To your heart, I will become a guide.
Everything that you'll need, I will provide.
Every problem we will outwit.
We will face it together, we won't quit.
I will love you like Thursday.
Like how Thor loves to throw his hammer away.
I'll try to be perfect like him,
Even though I am weak and I am slim.
And when our love meets Ragnarok,
I will remind you how I love you again like an alarm clock.
I will love you like Friday.
Like how Freya loves her beauty to be portray.
On this day I will adore your beauty,
I'll touch and give pleasure to your body.
I'll bring you gifts and other thing,
And I'll hope that one day you'll wear that diamond ring.
I will love you like Saturday.
Like how Cronus loves to eat a new-borns buffet.
How I hope I won't suffer the same fate,
Because did you know what happened to this mate?
I promise not to be a Cronus.
I'll love you and our children as a bonus.
I will love you like Sunday.
Like how the Sun loves to give us a brand new day.
This may be the end of the week,
But my love for you won't end, this I speak.
For I love you seven days a week,
And I'll end everyday with a kiss on your cheek.
Dec 25, 2017
Dec 25, 2017 at 1:38 AM UTC
On chain they did put me,
tied up to the burglary protector,
handcuffed and battered.
Tortured and meant to be broken.
Poisoned but survived.
Marked for assassination,
and shot twice,
bullets flying around,
resilient and unflinching,
was ready to confront them.
Dead or alive I must choose one.
Must find a way out of this mess,
to escape was on my mind,
but how do I get out of here without
jeopardizing the lives of my family.
Courage summoned I revert to plan B,
the art of fighting without fighting.
Intelligence and wisdom must come into play.
Must outwit them to survive.
Cunning and craftiness must be used,
the uncanny ways of the spirit is amazing.
Become like water,
be flexible,
Yielding but still immovable.
Stealth in action but remain like the firefly.
Understanding their intent
and misdirected anger,
their aggression towards me was contained.
Tranquilized and overpowered,
their capture became imminent for
i am more than a conquerer,
for the greater one lives in me.
Today I stand here to testify of that victory against
the intruders and assassins with a grateful heart.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 7:26 AM UTC
The sea is full of secrets;
undiscovered lies and deceiving waves--
with an odd lay.
Like a fathomless man which
conceals the most heart-rending tales
And only a few could sense the depth it owns.
A great consolation--it may seem.
But do not let it's allurement outwit you.
Mar 24, 2021
Mar 24, 2021 at 10:51 AM UTC
Roller coaster...
it propels you to the zenith of ecstasy
to hurl you surlily to the pits of agony.
It mocks your senses,
turns your sensibilities upside down,
pounds your heart to panic bewilderment.
It dishevels your tranquillity,
shoves you to a hysteric frenzy,
pushes you into the dark world of insanity.
Still, we cherish the thrill of its madness,
outwit each other
to jump on the bandwagon
that takes us to the holes of delusion!
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 11:59 PM UTC
The bottom of this chain is scary, frustrating
like a puzzle you can't solve.
You try to move up the chain but it is difficult
then finally you do, now go seize this chance
to become the top animal in the food chain.
You bust your *** to get to the top sacrificing
friendships, relationships, even marriage.
Your almost there, what to do?
Oh I guess I will have to outwit the boss
at this game of human chess and finally
I will be at the top of the food chain.
Nov 27, 2010
Nov 27, 2010 at 9:44 AM UTC
Eons old ink
Echo from the depths of the sea where the distelfink
Lay. It’s resting place discovered by divers who deserve to sink.
Not because of their ability to dive, but because of their ability to lip-synch.
What do I do, and to whom do I do it to? Think
I must, for I am on the brink
Of collapse. Do I go on living; knowing full well that this paper, on the brink
Of destruction, will lay forever on the bottom of the ink
Colored water from which my work was discovered. Think,
For my life depends on it, the life of my beloved distelfink.
This whole tiddly-wink of a subject puts a kink in my ability to lip-synch.
Wow, what a link I thought, might this have something to do with the ancient sink?
Yes, yes, but of course, the sink
Of my past people; presented nicely in the present. My people, on the brink
Of destruction, now have but one hope…my ability to lip-synch.
Where is my paper? Where is my ink?
I must create more, more distelfink!
What can I do, this is such a stink? How can I think
About the distelfink? When I must think
Solely about the outcome, the cease of distruction, to our precious ancient sink.
No, no my brain of pink must help me render up some distelfink.
**** my mind is not in sync! My body is on the brink
Because of how much I have to double-think. The ink
Will not flow, and with that, in a wink, I’ve lost my ability to lip-synch.
Outthink, outwit, out measure, I must regain my gift of lip-synch.
This cannot happen unless the cross-link in my brain fixes itself and allows me to think.
What will happen if my ability to think and cross-link forces me to ink?
Like an octopus scared for it’s life, scared that we may never save the sink.
Like blue-birds that can’t sing, I am on the brink
Of madness, madness at the thought of never completing my distelfink.
What if I never complete my distelfink.
Will I ever be able to lip-synch?
Will I constantly be on the brink
With the thought of not being able to think?
Will I save my people, my sink?
It all depends on my eons old ink.
Eons old ink creates pink water soaked distelfink
As it flows into the sink and out as lip-synch.
I must think or I will stay forever on the brink.
Feb 11, 2010
Feb 11, 2010 at 9:05 AM UTC
The sun was up, and daylight blue
Filled all the air, but in the streets
An obsidian dress fast cloaked la rue
As evil crept on stealthy feet
Which seemed at first to be small threat
And undetect; but threat was rife
With subtle moves the spylings breathe
The stench of death, they lower life
In a malicious, abrupt way
Bewildered me, made themselves known
Enemies to Freedom they
Serve only to protect the crown
We tangled, thrashed, my soul abashed
As in obsidian pall it drowned
And so throughout the bleak days, years
They barricade the street and skies
Their poxy prisons bring me years
As they cull freebird as he flies
He nimble tells their secrets for dear
Price, a price upon his years
Whereon the chase upon my back
The devils apace to do their Ill
Behind, beside me hearts pure black
Know only evil Love no thrill
For ****** rank they have the knack
Of making life turn still
The car swerved in with metal groan
I run past them ever fast
They the inquisition to my Joan
Freedoms flag upon my
mast
Such fearfulness I have not known
Than that they inspire, all hope lost
What will become of our good man?
Their petulance stalks him, his friends
If all this time with strength he can
Put doomed world on the mend
He hath outwit them, beat the man
Even if to grave they him send
It is about a year ago
The hunt, chase for me was afoot
As we pacing to and fro
In that town of soot
A town of beauty till I behold
The black coats and jackboots
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 1:26 PM UTC
How you mesmerize
How you mimic the seasonal calm
And quietude of the restless ocean
How you bow in concentration
To arch your absorbent nature
And rapture in a cosmetic smile that
Swallows like a whirl pool
How you carry the gravitation field
And the forces that pull and bind
How you repel sadness and sorrow
In all faces and brighten some gloomy soul
How you set the stage for colorful dreams
And some “sweetistic” imaginations
How you define beauty in high definition
A creature of absolutely amazing design
Turning a ghostly atmosphere of earth
Into a haze of bliss and paradise scenic
Wafting some breeze of glory
Refreshing souls lost the inferno beneath
How you dim audacious eye gaze
By the razor of your eyes that pierce
How you outshine daylight and light
Outsmarting the very phrase neat and tidy
You’re the best and not the rest without debut
It’s why they find no rest and burst for you
How you dazzle and outwit
Injecting madness in minds active
Accelerating the speed of hormones
Beyond light or supersonic speed
Desire giving way to passion sway
And the vocal chords automated confess it
How you **** and make alive
When you put it short and tight
And the fabric can’t bear it a moment
Reproducing a perfect figurine clone of yours
As though you would burst out from it
Electrify and sizzle hearts inflamed
That’s how you mesmerize me
Walk no more in my sight her highness
How you catch my eye miss sacred
And reign enthroned in my frontal lobe
How you consume my thinkative energy
And gear on the driving seat of my life
Feb 1, 2012
Feb 1, 2012 at 8:10 AM UTC
Solve the addiction with a curious puzzle
Cure the remedy with a gracious smile
Grace the presence of a Lord never seen
And see the sun rise by a broken man’s hand.
Snap the twig that bends the senses
Sense the dangerous game of wits
Outwit the gent who’s gummy skin
Stains the tendons, we breath from within.
Staining the tendons cost you your life.
Stain them all you want, they will bleed no less.
Do you see the logic in the ropes I bind you with?
You can’t break luck like you break those dimes.
Wake up tomorrow and face your face, not mine, not theirs, but yours.
I doubt you’ve challenged yourself to this before
Shells have protection, cheese molds with time, forks break and bend and spark
Are you hiding, or is this the mirror you throw at me, whistling through your teeth.
Do you break dimes to scratch protein from under your nails?
I make sense if you look at this not as a riddle
For it’s not, merely lines of interconnecting senseless thought.
But is it really senseless, when in our world of ‘sense’
We hardly ever make any?
Look at your tendons- you’ve stained them yellow
Patterns of the Lord like the church windows I know
Glazed over with skin, hiding the yellow
Biting the yellow in your gummy-ass skin.
Aug 27, 2012
Aug 27, 2012 at 10:29 PM UTC
Temptation shies
From revealing sun,
Its subtleties
Shine on everyone.
Don't look for horns,
Fork and tail;
Its method ensnares
The unsuspecting,
Should they dare
Challenge to outwit.
We'll trade our souls,
For a sack;
Barter what we dearly hold;
Trade it in
For selfish goals.
Some advertise
A soul for sale
By self-service.
That ultimately fails.
Cuckold a friend,
Cheat at the end;
The tempter likes it
When we're lost
In the simplicity
Of detail.
So sly
We think
We lose our souls.
Terrified by
Eternal flames
That burn without
Consuming skin.
We don't
Lose that,
We wallow
In our sins.
This temptation needs
To stick us
In the end.
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 8:47 AM UTC
Until the rain melts
and clouds bump
into the sun,
you can try
and elude me.
Until rabbit ******
is outlawed and
Alice grows up,
you can try and
outwit me.
Until horses
stop galloping
and cheetahs are fat,
you can try and
outrun me.
Until beggers
choose and choosers
beg,
you can try and
turn on me.
Until down is up
and up is down,
you can try and
outreach me.
But I will continue chasing you,
around landmines,
hopping rabbit holes,
and fighting currents,
until you are mine.
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 11:01 PM UTC
Too-simple eludes as
too-complex disturbs
the instinct to grasp,
clutching at emptiness
in trembling fear
Hope says, "there is
always Hope,"
A lure to elongate
the reach, further
overbalancing.
*Hope the crafty wolf
stalks a deer in the glade.*
Hope for what?
Acquire what?
Purchase what?
Become what --
that could fulfill the yearning
of the bough for the root?
...that could elucidate its relentless
aspiration skyward?
Oh, but if -- !
freeze at the snap of a twig
All aflutter at the
promise of sweet water
against seeking lips
hungry fools chase
Hope for a taste
Into devil wilderness
exposure threatening
surviving by the teeth.
Reduced to mating behavior,
territoriality, predation --
all else forgotten.
*the measured twitch and
watchful eye fail to outwit
the cunning wolf in wait*
Nowhere we bring ourselves
is safe.
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 10:37 PM UTC
Just woke up now
My eyes still puffy
Can't believe this lovely dream
I had of being with you.
I dreamt I took a plane to you
And stole into your house
Crept around in search of you
But heard voices, hid beneath a bed!
Then some granny came into that room
Shuffling in and mumbling low
She lay down on that bed and tried
To wrestle comfort from sagging mattress.
Her nagging complaints drew them all
While I froze in fear, yet so alive
I shut my eyes and waited bated breath
While they tended to the dame.
Then you leaned down and saw me there
I turned, you looked right into frighted deer eyes
You ensconced the granny to another room
All left the room, turned out the lights.
Then fifty minutes later, when all asleep
I felt you pulling out me
All stiff by now, we rubbed a bit abed
And settled into shy embrace.
You kissed my eyes by sullen moon
Raking crescent fingernails over me
Barely hold the delight; no more
Dazzling slivers of light dance in your eyes.
But with time not on our side
We subtly reach that exquisite point
Where I hover twixt your crux
I wait and wait, then gently ****** ....
I yearn for you to move with me, oh!
And when you do, you writhe and twist
Then delicious thrills outwit in surprising bend
As you . . .
(.......)
(Daddy, daddy, please I want some ice-cream!)
Ohhhhh, crap!
This sure is one bedazzled catnap I did not want hijacked.
Star Toucher, 09 March 2013
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 10:01 AM UTC
*Is an end
In itself
It’ll outwit its own wit.*
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 6:15 AM UTC
No magician could ever escape it
Nor any athlete ever outrun it
No genius could ever outwit it
Nor any man ever buy out of it
It's the only thing that no one wants
But everyone shares as equals
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 1:17 PM UTC
In an enchanted wood
Surrounded by plant life
Faeries play
Never knowing strife.
When humans come along
They're told to hide
Forming a throng
The law, they must abide.
What would become
Of one who would stay?
Would she succumb?
Would that human play?
They'd never risk it
For fear of their immortality
Could a lone human
Outwit a faerie?
The risk is immense
She really shouldn't try.
But in her defense,
Her wings wouldn't allow her to fly.
The human approaches
The one tiny faerie
His presence encroaches
On feelings that vary.
Anxiety and zeal
But most of all fear
Is what she feels
As he draws near.
She darts behind a bush
Hoping he didn't see
She knows she shouldn't push
And should let him be.
He looks to the left
And then to the right.
He wonders if something just left
His line of sight.
He almost passes
The bush that she's inside.
But something falls, crashes
And he jumps to the side.
A tree limb falls
And collides with his leg
He begins to call
For anyone, he begs.
He cries out in pain
As the blood begins to flow.
Knowing its in vain,
His tears begin to show.
The time is right
For her to leave.
She should take flight.
This, she believes.
As she readies her wings
To get away from this man,
The anguish this brings
Is more than she can stand.
She emerges from hiding
Her heart beating fast
She shouldn't be siding
With humans, they're so brash.
She flies to where he lays
His breathing grows slow
She knows she must stay
The healing energy from her begins to flow.
With a sudden jolt
The man sits upright.
Before she can bolt
He grabs her, mid flight.
This must be a dream
He believes in his mind
Her wings begin to gleam
As he holds her inside.
His hand grows hot
And he releases his touch.
He becomes distraught.
This is too much!
Faeries aren't real
He says to the air
He begins to feel
A longing to care.
She flies to his ear
And whispers lightly
Faeries ARE real
So believe, if only slightly.
With a wink she's gone
And then a bright flash
He lifts himself from the lawn
This realization will last.
Feb 3, 2010
Feb 3, 2010 at 2:23 AM UTC
You're insisting to meet me in a battle of wits
And are woefully oblivious to the fact you are unarmed
I don't want to battle
But backing down isn't in my DNA
I'll outwit you every day
Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 2:55 PM UTC
i choose to be a misfit, it's part of my artistry. i choose to be a misfit, a pirate and a bandit. a slave to my ministry. i outwit your chemistry and scream from the pulpit. i awoke to explosions and time lapsed erosions. the air filled with fire and rainbow smoke. i couldn't find my breath, the bed was ablaze. i inhaled the nightmare and began to choke... just then, things went fragmentary. i was more than just a dignitary. i found myself in a cinerary, facing someone legendary, and they were me. so i looked up my apothecary, knowing that i should be wary. i quickly dispensed with commentary, avoiding all things monetary. but nothing's free. speaking briefly of the goings-on, i stopped to berate the hangers-on. my mouth wove a verbal marathon, it was a virtual phenomenon. lost in my ego. restless, like the myrmidon, i was unsure of my prolegomenon. when i heard the ringing carillon, i went for a swim in the phlegethon. like abednego.
Aug 29, 2010
Aug 29, 2010 at 6:35 PM UTC
Don't give me the knight in shining armor.
He hasn't fought his fight.
He may be too frail to pick me up,
Too weak to slay my dragon.
Don't give me the boy with a flawless life,
A pretty smile and feminine hands
Show how hard he has never worked,
How many demons he has never strangled.
Give me the knight with beaten armor,
Knocked off his high horse,
But still standing.
Give me the boy with calloused hands,
Hands that show how many times he tried.
Give me the boy with a perfect smile,
Knowledge in his eyes,
Knowing how to **** the dragon,
Knowing how to outwit the demons.
Give me the knight who slayed the dragon.
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC
As a young child I would
awaked from my mid-day nap
to the glorious smell of fresh
home-baked cookies, not the
premade out of the tube crap
... the real deal made by mom
Was I dreaming of her awesome
soft baked chocolate chips, the
classic sugar cookie or the
peanut butter thumb print
No matter... I was good with
anything produced by her hand
Sneaking down the stairs to the
kitchen I follow my nose to
discover nothing but aroma
Mixing bowls are all cleaned and
no sign of any used baking sheet
First instinct is to climb the cabinet
and search the old hiding spot
to no avail, she has out smarted
me yet again in concealing evidence
No jar is left probing by my best
Sherlock Holmes investigation
the HIDDEN COOKIE JAM will
not outwit me again and again
I will seek you until I find you
then I will lay waste to you like
Cookie Monster had his way on
Sesame Street.
Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 6:14 AM UTC
My heart beats to the rhythm of the ballad of the century.
It matches yours, with the resonance of a thousand hearts,
pumping blood ferociously through my body.
Your hands make mine shake,
with the magnitude of the strongest earthquake.
They produce an irresistable melody when you trace my every pattern.
Your eyes belt out a secret bridge,
one that could outwit any prodigy.
It sings of a smoldering inside of you, with the intensity of many suns,
and it sets me on fire.
Your lips whisper sweet, absolute nothings,
but the real lyrics are written in your movement.
I can only listen with my body,
mocking your moves,
trying to keep up.
trying to interpret the meaning.
With the percussion of your heart,
the notes your hands play,
the private verse that echoes from your eyes,
the words your body screams at me..
you create beautiful music.
Music that is nothing less than pure feeling.
I have fallen in love with your talent,
with our harmony and soul..
so sing to me, let's make music.
play for me my favorite song.
Jul 20, 2011
Jul 20, 2011 at 9:28 AM UTC
Not to greet the dawn of the day
At care free weekends
Leisure infused lethargy
For him it was up 7 at 10 AM
He was at sixes n’ sevens
Quipped from cuddle of bed
At the warning warrant
Of piled up weekend errands
He sipped tea n’ clicked on screen
To play music of unseen scene
As he surveyed household
To bring home into his fold
Cutlery rattled prattled
Vessels cranked in sink
Threatening to stink
If not surfed to shine
Used clothes hanging banging
Summoned washing wearing
Carpet in sequence flared up
To mop it up long along
Bathing tub demanded its bath
Well before he had his bath
As he peeped out a while
For refreshing breeze
Waving blades of grass
Accosted to trim their size
Sinking hope of a post lunch nap
Grouse of grocery then unveiled
And kid’s unrest for the day-out outwit
Took a long drive for the joy ride
Week end outing weakened though
Alas! Weary weekend seemed longer than week
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 8:02 AM UTC