"supersedes" poems
I have come to realise that my imagination supersedes reality
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 11:01 PM UTC
~~~
for our children and their children
~~~
the reason we say so oft,
in whispers emboldened,
I love you
to our children
is not the utility of
its summarizing brevity
no, no.
it is because
the eloquence of simplicity
supersedes any other poem
we could ever write...
~~~
July 26 2015
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 9:14 AM UTC
Diminutive in frame and stature
defines him not, but instead enhances the
brilliance of his smile’s shine.
The golden flakes of honesty in his warm brown eyes
covey one vice that is captivation.
They hold hostage your most destructive thoughts
to instantaneously
replace them with the best; of
joy, contentment, and love-the best of him.
His high cheek bones define a mouth
so perfectly constructed.
They rise and fall like oceans’ waves with
every gentle gesture.
He thinks of love as a pool of chances
and illogically
he dives into the hurt he’s found himself in once
twice, no wait, three times.
But still, he never falters to give “chance”
just one more chance to prove he’s done what’s right.
Secondary comes his needs, in light of someone else’s.
The thoughts, “too tired” or “too busy” does nothing for him because
if someone needs help, you help them undoubtedly.
I have seen the coat that once
cascaded on his back give warmth to one
who had no coat
or smile
or joy
or light.
And for that one he lowered his head
to ask God for a favor.
I met this guy, this “perfect” guy when innocence consumed me
and since that day we’ve been each other’s confidant and comforter.
My love towards him supersedes that of a friend or
the best of that.
The truest thing I know is that when everyone one else
disappears to the mundane norms of life,
he will be there with me to cut through
the silence with rolls of laughter.
At what? It does not matter.
Because when I’m with him and he’s with me
there is a “we” that is formed and that “we” is captivates me
An infinite truth is that I will never stop
loving this young man.
He keeps my heartbeat steady so I
must exclaim the best of
joy, contentment, and love-the best of him.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 4:25 AM UTC
We are both Gods creation
Created to love and help one another
White or black it doesn't matter
Love supersedes all
Let us come together as one
Live as one
Be happy as one
Join hands to kick against racism
If you are black maybe your lover is white
If you are white maybe your ancestors are black
Let us say no to racism
Let be best friends
Love. Each other
Marry each other
Care for each other
And help each other
White man needs a black man
A black man needs a white man
Together. We can make this world a better place
A place we can live a life worth living
Send our kids to school worth going
Fall in love with someone worth loving irrespective of the color
Am black and I wanna mary a white for real that's love
If u r a white and wanna marry a black go ahead that's love for real
Let's make this world better for our kids
Better for our unborn kids
War isn't going to be any good
We might have done so many things
We might have heard so much about how our color as been treated
At some point even I wished I was white cos it seems the black had no place on the planet earth
My heart grows sick with hate, becomes as lead,
For this my race that has no home on earth.
Then from the dark depths of my soul I cry
To the avenging angel to consume
The white man's world of wonders utterly:
Let it be swallowed up in earth's vast womb,
Or upward roll as sacrificial smoke
To liberate my people from its yoke
But one dream changed my mind
The greatest dream ever dreamed by a man
A black activist
Martin luther king jr
Today white walks among blacks and blacks walks among white
White fall in love with blacks
Blacks marry white
That is love
Let us say no to racism and make the world a better place
One love
We are United
We are one
Black +White =Love and peace
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 8:51 AM UTC
Solitude is a blessing, forced by a changed mind.
Reflection and analysis rule the quiet times, pondering.
The feeling of completeness overwhelming, enjoying.
Disconnected madness from the daily normal grind.
Lost in the maybe, envisioned joy supersedes reality.
Euphoric pleasure tempers the momentous soul.
Searching to re-establish the understanding of clarity.
Heart closes almost reluctantly, unexpected peace returns.
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 6:59 PM UTC
Rise! Oh, Mighty Jupiter;
Our Father now forgotten.
Come claim your rightful reverence.
Your pagan pedigree misgotten.
You were once our Shining Father;
Great King of all the Sky.
But you allowed your world to set
so a new Son could arise.
Zeus once ruled before you, and
Jesus became your heir.
Today not many realize
how we got from here to there.
I have considered for some moments
how our thoughts of god do change.
Plural notions of so long ago,
today can seem so strange.
We like to think we've come so far,
since those pagan days of yore.
Have we abandoned superstition
or just embraced it even more?
It was millennia ago
that Zeus ruled Mount Olympus.
He, their leader, more than father,
often beaten by hubris.
The Greeks, they worshiped leaders,
seeking standing in this forum.
Such desires, democratic
became their gods that ruled before them.
As the centuries moved on,
your new Latin home was Roma.
Your title too, transformed
to reflect a new persona.
To Zeus we added "Father",
or in Latin, pater, we prefer.
So Zeus, becomes Zeus-pater,
Zupater, then Jupiter.
Our names for gods reveal
exactly how they fill our needs.
Over time our needs evolve
and so a new name supersedes.
As Rome aged, it developed
a need to know god as a man.
To be one of his number.
To see themselves as of his clan.
This zeus, he can be talked to,
can be greeted and be known.
They "Hail Zeus" as HeyZeus.
And now its Jesus on the Throne.
Through such inquests we can see
the needs Gods fill evolving,
from cold, covetous Kings
to a begotten Son absolving.
We imagine in the Heavens
things to help us understand,
how a universe so endless
can be the realm alone of man.
Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 5:53 PM UTC
Once again, I realize that many things in this world I am unsure of. Blessed with countless opportunities to excel and rise above the noise of the crowd. Chances slapped right across my face, and yet my constant excuse? I’m only human, Y.O.L.O (you only live once), constant procrastination, lack of persistence and commitment. Why? Why is it that when I’m presented with the chance to grow up and live a life much deserved but then again have no effort to gain it. Do I cower in the shadow of my potential, waiting for nothing to happen? Taking a half hearted approach to some but not all aspects of my life. A life built upon the hard work and sweat of my parents and their parents, parents. Strong values and beliefs which they nurtured into me, making the very being that I am today. I cannot take up these narrow gaps of escape any more. Its time take a stand and feed my ambition! Get so enthralled in it that I lose myself in my own success. Get so enticed by it, that the need to succeed supersedes the need to breathe.
Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 12:01 PM UTC
To my husband, my man, my love, my life
From your friend, your partner, your angel, your wife.
How lucky I feel to have the person you are
My love supersedes the planets and stars.
God has His hand in our every embrace
Heaven sparkles at times, in your eyes, on your face.
You've taken on challenges most would ignore,
Still your heart's filled with gladness and faith, I adore.
With unselfish delight, you've helped raise our kids
Their success possible because of who you are; what you did.
Your willingness to give doesn't even stop there
You've been a foster dad to help hearts in despair.
Yes, you amaze me in so many ways,
I thank God for your love in all of my days.
You're my hero, my rock. You see me through strife.
You humble me; complete me. I'm the luckiest wife.
Jan 25, 2011
Jan 25, 2011 at 7:34 PM UTC
The laments of little men, little hearts
Ashes to ashes, lurk beneath
Fear of breathing supersedes
The joy of longevity
The madhouse is filled with them
With these little men
With endless dreaming
With fumes of kerosene
And unpleasant breathing mouths
And uncouth, torn linen clothes
In dreams of dying with hopeless love
With promises of dreary kisses
The laments of little men, little hearts
Dust to dust, float above
Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 10:14 PM UTC
Prophetic words
prioritise &
immortalise
that which
we embrace
then slowly paralyse
Realisation supersedes
idealisation:
Prepare
for impact
Taste
the bitter sweet
fruits
you have carefully
nurtured
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 10:39 AM UTC
Walking Down the memory lane isn't always a good thing. I hope we all know that not everything good in the eye is actually Good. So is taking a stroll on memory lane is somewhat not healthy. What I'm about to do will somewhat heals each wounds and allow us to Forge forward. For every new friends I might have acquired this year might not know this but every year, I write a short essay on Christmas and give Hope for the year rolling in. How many of us have gone through the worst in 2013? If we are been asked to count, can we ( -_-) ? How many of us have gone through the best in 2013? If we choose we can write them out. Anyone who's misfortunes supersedes his or her Blessings or Gratifications, must sit back and work thrice so everything might be put in Perspective in 2014. One of the things I've learned last year is that; in life if we want something, one goes after it with prayers and supplications. If one never ask, the answer will always be No; and if one do not step forward from their comfort zone, one will always be in same place. I dare us to leave our comfort zone and acquire Faith and Strength. Christmas isn't all about gifts like Ralph Waldo Emmerson says, " Rings & Jewels are not gifts but apologies for gifts..the only gift is a portion of thyself", so I dare us to acquire Selflessness and give our whole to Christ. Life is made up of little things, this new year, 2014, lets start from the littlest things, pray, endure, keep God's word, forgive, have open arms, be patience and God will direct and put things in order. This way our Gratifications will weigh more than our misfortunes. I raise my glass, we've made it again! I wish us all a happy New month and Year...
Opemipo Oluwole aka Debola Oluyomi
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 6:48 PM UTC
The good verb “conn”
supersedes nounsies that say much the same
they leave their mark
and their stain.
organelles are found in living cells
but bacteria is barely surviving -
gasping, respire, respiring
god will swallow death as sure as sheol
still,
the microbes must thrive
one sloppy, the other ill
a slender hand of steel
excites it,
like the splendor of redwood mounted on peach
a cleavage emerges (causing a **** to swell)
increasing her capacity for desire
a seeker of truth now bound for duluth?
caught in an ice floe
preoccupied by the last degree
pulling shoals
of distance below,
the south pole is now our goal,
we land on land beyond sea
and space
where a wise man plays fool
to a young girl's angel face -
as an aside: he likes her
but she is not attracted to men or goys,
scattering the cremains
of
a nobody's boy
(a boy we tried to revive many a time)
into a river where the river never ends
he remains
sinking into darkness,
adrift in a pit
of lips of labrum
down the chosen depths
of the frozen abyss of Tehom
Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 9:30 PM UTC
As evolution jumped from eon to eon,
the foundational hunger to remain
surpassed all bounds this great celestial
has ever witnessed in its cosmic disturbance.
How must Mars and Jupiter, these stars in the sky
view the deep blue that flooded the desolate,
a clump of collected debris basking in the ultraviolet,
unable to resist the presence of life, ever-so unwanted
and needless to exist? For our neighbors in the sky,
glancing our way in their soulless façade,
they gossip to their peers about the news over here,
the autumnal shift from emerald to bronze,
willows who wept in the heat of summer days,
dandelions dotting the ridges of a rolling hillside,
at times dipping their toes in the whispering waters
of a backyard creek caressing the moss
atop smooth and shimmering stones.
From nothing you surged as entropy evermore,
and from everything you share your entities,
the very body you call your own, the breath
you maintain in this cyclical palindrome;
as mere extensions of the singularity’s core,
you find yourself in this position of awe,
gazing at the consequences never meant to be seen.
How fortunate we are to find ourselves here
in a sea of tumultuous chaos, conscious and
ever-so present in the discovery of knowledge.
To look to the past through a tubular lens
and remain unknowing of time’s present state,
the physical probabilities of potentials unforeseen
bending the rays of time to juxtapose new and old;
reality remains a pervasive illusion
evading the grasps of human cognition. Our
consciousness supersedes the premise of us all,
but our curiosity quivers in the breath of the
meaningless; how could something so rare
and inconceivable surmount to nothing more
than the imminent emergence of an empty abyss?
We must never misjudge the reign of the cosmos,
lose all hope that nothing awaits --
this I will not believe.
From nothing I surged as entropy evermore,
and from everything I share my entities,
the very body I call my own, the breath
I maintain in this cyclical palindrome;
as mere extensions of the singularity’s core,
I find myself in this position of awe,
gazing at the consequences never meant to be seen.
Mar 6, 2024
Mar 6, 2024 at 3:22 AM UTC
In Life's matrix of possibilities,
outcomes can be reduced to an array -
For the mixture of cursing and blessing correlates
directly to choices not carefully weighed.
With God on one axis
and Satan on the other,
challenges from many of Life's trials
have various payouts, from one cell to another.
From the earthly consequences,
which are the result of our actions,
we're ultimately responsible
and not saved by divine intervention.
Avoiding the repetitions of mistakes
until we learn to properly play,
requires heed to spiritual instruction -
For our Salvation awaits the day.
When it comes to being Godly people,
let us not grow weak and weary;
within our grasp is a winning strategy
that supersedes this World's... game theory.
Author Notes:
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
Sep 13, 2012
Sep 13, 2012 at 11:44 AM UTC
The mind rushes
To analyze
What future looms
I bide my time.
As I await.
The body tremors
Inside and out
Fatigued, it yells
The pain, it shouts.
As I await.
The eye stabs
Vision blurry
Migraines laugh
To watch me worry.
As I await.
The muscles dance
To tunes unknown
Lightning strikes
The weary bone.
As I await.
Memory fails
Words escape
The mind still fights
As I await.
As I await.
Heart palpitates
Stress enhances
Emotions calm
To steer advances.
As I await.
It fights to win
But all in vain
Corrupt the body
My soul remains.
As I await.
Love still lingers
Intentions pure
No anger lives
No pity here.
As I await.
Disease roars strong
Yet, I prevail
Love supersedes
This crumbling shell.
As I await.
Symptoms linger
Rise and fall
No sense to madness
Inside this wall.
As I await.
Stare in question
Distance fear
This child of God
Protected here.
As I await.
My blessings soar
Above the trial
Diagnosis looms
But still I smile.
As I await.
Jan 22, 2011
Jan 22, 2011 at 10:24 AM UTC
Nothing in life's e'er guaranteed
Borne of ink, on thin paper reeds,
Spades may shatter Diamond skies; So
in red or black, no tell, we'll show
Playing hard, as this life proceeds.
Marked cards, Bad & Good, defined; Deeds
shuffled, we love, we fight, we bleed.
"Roll the die" Jokers laugh, "Let's owe
nothing to Life!"
Dealing dirt hands, with want, not needs
Flushed; Their greediness supersedes
So let's choose our cards, best we know,
stay true in Hearts; Letting go,
where false relativity breeds
nothing in life
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 6:19 PM UTC
I am because you are
We're connected to one another
There's no me without you and vices versa
We should forget about the diversity that split
But we should embrace love that unite
The black color does not represent evil and the white doesn't mean purity
Love is beyond our skin color
And it supersedes our beliefs and religion
We're from the same source
And we are unique in our own ways
No one is indispensable and that's why need each other
Let's look out for one another
Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 4:18 AM UTC
I wish i was perfect but then i don't. For perfect means rigid, unlearned, inexperienced. Perfect people don't live life, they float though it. NO adventures. NO mistakes. Oh really? No. The biggest mistake is to float through life with no sense of purpose. For NO Battle scars. NO Rewards.
There is a haven i crawl to and lie prostrate at. It is like wonderland. When i get there with all my imperfections, worn out from the days battles. My form changes. I get renewed, and yes i am made perfect. This perfection supersedes the first one by infinity and more. And i choose it. I choose to be washed and cleansed to perfection by the spotless blood of the lamb. My good works i so strive to do daily are filthy rags i am tired of wearing. Emptiness. Condemnation. Guilt. Competition. Are no ways to live. Shackles or perfection? ******* or freedom? I choose to be free. Peace of mind. Genuine love. Joy unspeakable. Rest. I choose to be ME in YOU. The imperfect chosen by a perfect creator.
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 3:12 AM UTC
There is something you will come to realise.
Somewhere between regularly scheduled doctor checkups.
Between first credit cards and first credit card debt.
Somewhere around the second or maybe third serious ex.
Some time after the pipe and several dreams.
Long after all those half-cocked convictions
Declaring who and what and how exactly you will be.
A tad older and only slightly wiser.
Always late to funerals and early at parties.
You are a recovering introvert and you'll relapse, often.
You will always try to be ten degrees from the center of attention.
In fact, your want to be needed often supersedes your senses.
You love often, recklessly, but also selflessly.
Do nearly anything for a smile.
You will sometimes be too quick to anger.
Yet someone's tears will always make you soften.
At times, hurt others with a carelessly uttered half thought.
Balanced well by your excessive apologetic nature
and your undying compulsion to be liked.
You will learn the weight of giving your word
and the cost of failing to keep it too.
You will meet friends that feel like family.
And have times when family feels foreign.
But soon understand either is exactly worth
However much you are willing to invest.
Know that you will still have demons hiding around town.
In the end, we must slay our own monsters.
Be our own heroes.
Because ourselves are the only true thing.
We might be this for eternity
or maybe just this sliver.
All the more reason to try.
People improve in shades and moments.
It's a world of entropy and decay.
It's also a world of birth and hope.
A struggle sure, but one towards improvement.
Always try to be a better self than you are.
Because you are all you have.
Take care. It will be ok.
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 7:28 PM UTC
Tainted love once swept past my door stopping only for a brief moment.
Wreaking havoc Straining, spitting lunging anger and misdirected truths
Smiling softly, throwing insults into a face of innocence
Destroying the essence of beauty and faithfulness
Pure love cast aside by wickedness, Unfeeling, unjust accusations
Unmatched fury, bitter pride spewing forth obscenities of half eaten hate
A future wracked with pain and sorrow, desolate emptiness never ending fear.
Crushing resistance of commonsense, ending all hope
Fleeting moments of happiness, promises made, promises UN-kept, wringing hands of frustration
Stirring emotions of unfulfillment, and discontent
Seeking “nay” desiring solace in the arms of understanding
Giving all, breaking all vows for moments of contentment
Only thoughts of death to stop the pain, only to wake and feel again
Selfishness rears its ugly head, and smiles at the havoc wreaked
Love nurtured from an evil past, masked by innocent eyes.
Black sated desires, Intentional destruction of love.
Wilted rose clinging to hope. Unnoticed tears, fear supersedes all
Numbed pretense of happiness, escape inside.
Wander through mundane existence, Empty smiles, and soulless eyes.
Watching lovers embraced in happiness. Endless envy.
This prison, this life of darkness, this shameful existence
Hold together your true self. Unlock the beauty inside.
Wisely hear words of knowledge, speak to the pain. Re-live to lessen the hurt.
Open doors long locked, enter the domain of evil. Cast out doubt, and insecurities
An extended hand of happiness and safety, unconditional affection.
Surrender to love, and tenderness, embrace childhood dreams of love.
Awaken to a smile, a slight kiss, a lasting embrace
Sweet whispers of undying love. All passions fulfilled.
Written by
Edward Green
Feb 3, 2012
Feb 3, 2012 at 1:24 AM UTC
"gravity has taken better men than me
just keep me where the light is"...John Clayton Mayer
where the light is...
this lyric gets carried from midnight to midnight next,
from troubled sleep to the bus stop, to and from work,
onto, back to, the homebound bus stop once again,
from solitary man to father to grandfather and cycles back
to once again a troubled sleeper poem writer,
who just wants to know, John,
when I find it, will, does the light fill, complete and heal the cracks...when I find that light...
in the city, starlight been banished by street lamps pointed downward, far too often it is believable that the whole world has been wrapped in white crinkled, filmy, wax paper, then,
how will the light know where it is needed most,
how will it find the empty chest cavity that writes these lines
there is real and artificial they say, nature vs. man made,
sun upon the face that heals for but an eight minute
bandaid summer ferry crossing, the fluorescent that says here, here is the bus stop, tarry, sit and rest, while you wait for
answer unscheduled, on a bench beneath to the street light
that illuminates a small swatch of street
between the dark spots on the x-ray of
this patient patient's soul awaiting,
are either of those
the light I need John?
no worries man, I'm just teasing, well knowing, neither of us,
tables turned, know where the light is, up high, down low,
if it is yellow or gold, if light is real or imagined,
only the sensation of the curettage needed to be healed when the
chest drained and the light supplants the drained fluids,
when it interferes, interpolates, how it found me or I it,
how I recognized it, how it reignited the home fire, and
I'll drop you line how light, lightly to find or be heavy found,
how light supersedes, defeats, the gravity of daily tugging,
and how what happens afterwards is golightly
up to us
2:10am **** it
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 2:21 AM UTC
610
You’ll find—it when you try to die—
The Easier to let go—
For recollecting such as went—
You could not spare—you know.
And though their places somewhat filled—
As did their Marble names
With Moss—they never grew so full—
You chose the newer names—
And when this World—sets further back—
As Dying—say it does—
The former love—distincter grows—
And supersedes the fresh—
And Thought of them—so fair invites—
It looks too ****** Grace
To stay behind—with just the Toys
We bought—to ease their place—
1.1k
Did you know I am black...
Have you listened to His story....
My mother's hands planted me strong..
I have roots of strange fruits
Swinging, But Winds can't move me..
Sweetly I darken as I ripen...
I believe in The Masters plan..
I speak master of no Man..
I pray that He Rewrites His-tory
Things Only the #Master would demand..
Don't be moved by howling hounds..
I Stand firm upon shakend ground..
Hands up, around my royal stem.
Feet dangle until a breathless end..
One pulls back as ropes tighten..
I think of what could've been..
Come get a taste of sin..
I feed the hunger of men..
Look at me strangely Like deformity
My skin bares no such impurity
I am the son of Light
Burnt in the bossom of RA
My power supersedes this hanging state..
I transcended every time I'm consumed..
You only have days to repent..
Hell has cold places for hatred
Now that heavens a breath away..
Don't hunt what you don't eat..
There is blood on the leaves
As you planted gardens of death..
One hangs on as Strange fruit..
Memories linger in the frozen air..
I believe we share some roots..
Tears water the branches we break..
Stories that can't end as His-tory
Dangling Fruits From the popular trees..
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 8:49 PM UTC
a reaction to tears showed sense to a wistful mind
reassurance supersedes laughter
in times when you need to hear
"I am here"
and it's only for you
tomorrow there will be new hours to act as children
amongst music notes and bashful whispers
of what might become
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 9:06 PM UTC
Born you are to sing,
Turbid future beckoning
And your past, it seems, is urging,
This new melody emerging
Circumscribed by your death,
Consecrated from first breath,
This perpetual contortion,
Your vociferous misfortune,
Is the sonorous reprisal,
To the silence and the night,
In seraphic orchestration,
Past is settled, future sanctioned,
Though a voice belongs to you,
It is through harmony construed,
But these manifold vibrations,
Every violent incantation,
Every note new sung must blossom, languish,
Meet oblivion
Now your open wound is bleeding,
Life's full bloom, with haste, receding,
Each maenadic spasm leads you,
Supersedes you,
Life begins again,
So if a myriad of mellifluous moments multiplies,
Anticipate its inhumation 'neath the sediment of time,
For as the song, to flourish, wills each note meet its demise,
The singer is unravelled in a death he lives, but can't surmise
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 4:13 PM UTC