Best Comparatively Poems
Comparatively you will never be like me
You do not have the necessary personality
Your judgements about me are undefined
Being equipped without the stronger mind
Jealousy is the ugliest character defect
To hate on me does not earn you respect
People like you are societies negative breed
Never a helping hand just one held out in greed
Trying so very hard for your voice to be heard
But there is no substance behind your word
Stubbornly you just continue on trying
Everyone else already knows you are lying
All that you do just makes me stronger
I doubt you'll even be around much longer
So next time that you may decide to attack
I'll be right behind you so better watch your back
11/15/17
Written for contest: "Judgemental People & Haters"
Hosted by: Brenda Chiri
Placed 4th in Contest Results
another day in the woods. on Strawberry ridge
looking out over undulating green hills to
the next great wall of mountains. the last
morning clouds left from last night's storm
hanging in the valley mistily. the sun eventually
burns them away.
the respect between old Paul Karlsen and I continues
to exist. even though he's a Mormon and I'm a fallen
New Yorker. the work is comparatively easy, lifting
hundred pound bags, so you can just imagine what
we do other days. in fact, it's fun, especially for
young Bates. we get all white (and our lungs dusty).
on the way to and from the work site I read
in Silent Spring, the chapter against herbicides, gathering
inspiration for the upcoming controversy. in the end
perhaps I'll be fired for refusing to lay down Tordon
beads. realizing this, as I drive with Bates,
I see the dark green conifers and begin to miss them.
Rocks and rattlesnakes, bluebells
and mountain daisies, grasses and cactuses, mahogany
bush, lodgepole pine and quaking aspen, lush forest
and dry sun-tortured mountainside, wind and seed
carried by wind, ants, streams, hummingbird
and hawk, deer, badger, ground squirrel, wolverine.
Deep purple tulips - virtually black,
I spied,
amidst the otherwise boring
pastels,
for the merlot-colored beauties
drew me near,
to drink them into my eyes -
a tiger-eye smile, where light shines.
I’m made up
for a celebratory party, comparatively
trivial
alongside such divine buttercups -
royal, sublime.
Deep purple tulips speak poetry
in a foreign tongue.
I lean in to listen to their strange
speech.
Not apt to forget their whisper amidst
the clique of colors,
and the colorless whites I rub elbows with.
The servers meld into the mix. Their smiles,
brighten my experience, with deep purple lips.
4/2/2022
He came night after night.
I don’t know how long he favored me
in such an appreciative manner, but I
was most pleased when I realized it.
We had moved back into a property
that had been rented out for nearly fifteen years.
The clean-up was one tough job because the backyard
was filled with more than a few of 'this, that, or the other'
that had to be trashed. So, when my neighborly friend
was spotted patrolling my yard one night, I was more
than elated and grateful to see him.
He took the same route each night,
and we did make eye contact. But I purposely refused
to formally meet him, because I did not want to become
close to him. So, I never bothered to offer him food or drink.
For reasons I will never know, he ceased to make his rounds.
During the tenure of that treasured neighbor, the rodents
disappeared. But I’m very disappointed with myself for
keeping a wall between us. He deserved better.
Sometimes I feel sad because comparatively, I gave him so little.
But I must say that I have always been very appreciative of
the kindness he shared with me. I shall never forget the
dedication with which the neighborly cat donated his time
and served me so faithfully.
4thPSCtest061821
Alan who is a great man and a peerless philosopher
Has run for public office including the presidency
Several times but still have not got to first base.
He casts a long shadow,
but people don’t appreciate his shade.
Even his opponent who happened to be
a small man comparatively,
Not fit to be a parrot on his shoulder
And yet public chose not Alan
but the man with a long shadow.
The small men when in power with weak leadership
can cast long shadows of large range of influence.
It often happens as the saying goes;
"the smallest ants cast long shadows"
It is a sure sign that the sun is about to set,
Like an oil lamp burns brighter when oil is at its end.
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January 8, 2014
Form: Free verse
Sun Shines On The Righteous
93,000,000 miles from the earth, the sun heats our planet in varying degrees.
If the sun were not appropriately set in place by God, life could not exist, because we would certainly freeze.
Though it be true that the sun shines on the righteous;
it is equally true that the sun also shines on the unrighteous.
I cannot imagine a world of sunshine only upon the righteous,
because the righteous are comparatively so few.
Our prosperous planet would appear as one with beautiful and pleasant strips of light and comfort; but so much of the earth would be in a sad state of neglect and unused potential. There would be breathtaking views of high snow capped mountains and grassy valleys, sandwiched between blue skies, clear waters, and greenish landscapes.
Nevertheless, such beauty would, in turn, be painfully segmented by massive strips of the pure ugliness of cold, darkness, and death.
It is so incredibly descriptive of a benevolent and magnanimous creator, that he would design and engineer a “sun” which dares to
express, like him, a love so far reaching and unconditional.
04112016 PS Contest, Sun Shines On The Righteous, by
Seren Roberts
The Boy from the Tail End of the Goldhawk Road
1.
The Boy from the Tail End of the Goldhawk Road
I was born Carl Robert Halling at the tail end of the Goldhawk Road which runs through Shepherds Bush in west London and which in the mid 1960s served as one of the great centres of the Mod movement, whose dandified acolytes were infamous for their vanity and hedonism.
I was raised in nearby Bedford Park, a comparatively genteel district close to the largely working class area of South Acton.
My first school was the Lycee Francais du Kensington du Sud, and by the time I was 4 years old, I was already bilingual.
I wasted little time at the Lycee in establishing a reputation as a troublemaker, a popular one admittedly, but a troublemaker nonetheless, constantly in trouble.
I was popular, that much is certain, not just with girls but boys too and blessed with a vivid imagination but I was a near impossible pupil which caused my poor mother a good deal of heartache, and on at least one occasion she drove me home in tears.
I seemed born to controversy, being impatient, disobedient, mischievous, remorselessly attention-seeking, a true imp of a child, on which the full force of the innate depravity of Man appeared to have landed.
At the same time, I was friendly, sincere and open, a good friend, and well-liked.
My Judo teacher at the Budokan in Hammersmith once told someone no doubt with a sickly feeling in the pit of his stomach that whenever he heard me he always knew it was Saturday.
I was no less a trial in the quaint little back streets of suburban west London.
My roughness could hardly have been helped by the popular music of the times.
By the time it came for me to leave the Lycee my scholastic standing had improved a little, and after some months spent at Davies Preparatory School, I received the most glittering school report of my entire young life; and was actually declared an excellent pupil.
Relation mainly based on Faith,
Faith in order to Maintain a Relationship.
Essential that neither let one Down,
Try to be Reliable as much as possible,
Rather than waiting for someone to have Faith.
Relationship is the matter of Heart and Reliability,
Is impossible unless there is Natural Warmth.
In maintaining Personal Relationship,
It bring a little order into the Contemporary Chaos,
In Life and Society.
One must be Fond of people and Trust them,
If one is not to make a Mess of Life.
It is sometime Comparatively Solid,
In a World full of Violence and Cruelty.
I am content to walk alone,
but to walk in company with others
adds vigor and passion to the journey.
Rumi
Good Taoists,
although I am not sure I actually know any,
refine their inclusively subordinate clauses,
and sentences,
and contracts,
and lives
Define eternally and mutually satisfactory gratitude,
anthrosupremely alone
LeftBrain dominantly apart
We camouflage EarthTribe's cooperative ecological praxis
producing win/win healthy outcomes
consistent with multicultural peak experience research
within human natural systems
Analogically synthesizing sacred principles of Earth's nature,
Her natural flow and spirited functions
Her decay and lifeless dysfunction;
like post-millennial PermaCulturalists.
But, Western Monotheistic Cultures
prefer more compassionate vigor in our strut
through this divinely manifest live-system
we inherited from Indigenous Elders past,
comparatively short-sighted
about EarthMother's healthy global future.
All newborns are experiential researchers of balance,
symmetry,
flow and rhythm,
form and beauty,
capacity and lack thereof,
time's sufficiency and spatial synergy,
and lack thereof.
Human children also evolve as recreative muses
of color, shape, paradigms, stories,
rhythms of patterned confluence,
and denigrated dissonance.
We can,
Taoist or not,
child or not,
use dissonance to show us our way
toward appositional confluence.
We are each compelled to survive,
and sometimes togathering thrive,
in this Tao way,
within double-boundaries of systemic spacetime trauma
and therapeutic imagination,
rooted in regenetic memory.
Imaginations grow intuitively fueled,
empathic powered,
passioned,
vigorous,
with polysystemic comprehension of Prime Relationship
P-Yang=NP-YinYin,
binomial win/win thermodynamic balance,
as +1 = -(-0)
co-binary eco-empathic.
Cooperative economic polycultural balance,
exploring inclusive oppositional subsidiarity
to optimize EarthDay's slow-growth atmosphere
as one EarthTribe Community,
both compassionate,
and, hopefully, still content
with being less lonely
hiding behind all our LeftBrain dominant
verbal camouflage.
I have great respect for you, and I have refused to take any of you for granted, even though I have never experienced your presence. Even though we do not always understand, I know that everything that God has created has also been given a time and purpose.
You are a mighty force to be reckoned with. I know that it is not your fault and that it is even beyond your control. The dear people of Texas suffered the wrath of Hurricane Harvey just a few days ago. He was a category 4 storm, and you, Irma are coming across the Caribbean as a category 5.
One loss of life is one too many, but with Harvey there were comparatively small numbers of lives lost. We are hoping and praying that God will hear our cry for lives to be spared by you also. One thing is sure: we can prepare for you and pray to God, because only God can control you.
You have been next to impossible to predict, and the models cannot get a real fix on you. You are strong; you are huge; and your winds speeds of 185 MPH are probably historical. Unfortunately, you might change all the rules about hurricanes. There is nothing like you, and you may be the most powerful in history. At 18 miles per hour, at least you are moving faster than Harvey, and that is a good thing for which we are grateful.
For Atlantic hurricanes like yourself, there is a list of names for every six years. So the 2017 list will be used again in 2023. This cycle changes if a storm is so deadly or costly that the use of it's name is deemed inappropriate. It is retired and removed from the rotation. For example, to name a few: Matthew 2016, Sandy 2012, Irene 2011, and Katrina 2005 are hurricane names that have been retired. Your name and Harvey's will not appear again. We also pray that no hurricane like you will ever cross the Caribbean again.
09062017 PS Contest #2, Another 2017 Stunner. Line Gauthier, 3P; Late October Standard, Brian Strand
Between a Million and a Billion Morning of Yesterday, There is Only One for Today
Those who does not enjoy today maybe there is no more time for them to do it tomorrow, and every mistakes that we have committed for the first time yesterday, we won’t want to repeat those today.
Life is so comparatively so enjoy every second to be always cheerful and positive, because a smile give more joy than tears.
Acceptance is the answer to many things and then go on with our life, because we are alone in many cases.
Even we are standing along, we should keep thinking optimistic because there always be good opportunities arrive to us after setbacks, a bad day does not meant that we will be lousy for the entire week, month, year or life.
Have incessant self-confidence with faith then all will be well again, there is no mountain too high, so we always have the way to get to the other side if we take the time.
Just look back into our own life, sometimes we’re moving abit forward or backward, but we still can make it to the end, there are plenty of other opportunities to use if we want to put our effort.
Today we can start again and put an end to the past, change our life by starting it right now, never waiting for something better as time wait for nobody.
Between a million and a billion morning of yesterday, there is only one for today and I would never want to let this day go by without telling You “never give up, there is always a solution for everything”, if we want to accept it, want to go search for it, or decide to give it up directly.
I wish you a healthy life.
Kindly Regards,
Author Jan Jansen
http://poems.easybranches.com/between-a-million-and-a-billion-morning-of-yesterday-there-is-only-one-for-today/
People sing in praise of a lead performer;
And the person playing the second fiddle
Often goes unsung and unhonoured.
That is the fate of all such auxiliary artistes, say,
A guitarist strumming the chords—
To keep up the rhythm
Or, as typically in India,
The tambura player,
providing the continuous harmonic drone,
Which no electronic substitute
Can possibly offer—
Not to the entire satisfaction of the audience,
As it would be lacking in timbre and temper.
Yet, comparatively speaking,
There may not be much money in it.
Percussion artistes, on the drums,
The Mrudangam or Tabala,
Are all worse off,
Though they often perform multiple tasks.
Now striking, for instance, a cymbal,
Now a triangle or a xylaphone.
Even the famous Sivamani has got to do it.
They all, however, go about their tasks on the stage
With as much zest as the lead performer—
Yet a Sivamani or a Zakir Hussein
Hitting the headlines, is very rare.
Their presence is hardly noticed,
Though their absence may surely be felt.
Their role is comparable
To that of the squirrel—in the Ramayana,
Which helped Rama,
In its own humble way,
To put up the bridge
(preparatory to his encounter with Ravana)
Across the Palk Strait to Sri Lanka,
And yet did its best.
Such artistes do exemplify team spirit.
They also serve who stand (or sit)
On the stage and do auxiliary work!
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You've been a rock
When I felt vulnerable and unsteady
You've been a comfort
When I felt weary and downcast
You've been a balm
When I was in agony and distrust
When those I counted as friends betrayed me
You stayed true
When others regarded my feelings as a doormat
You gently placed them in a jeweled box
When those closest to me could not vindicate me
You affirmed my intelligence and sanity
When others dismissed me as less than human
You regarded me as more than just a man
When others took more than they gave
You gave more than you took.
A greater portion of comfort
Was derived from the fact that
You were only
A one hour drive
A mere train ride
Away
But now
Life inflicts yet another reminder
That the best things never last
Although it is for the best
It is a bitter, painful pill to ingest
Although it is a comparatively short distance
Shorter than the Oregon Trail
It is a far distance
Far from your jokes, you’re your sisterly scolding
As well as your shami kebab. curried okra, and chai
Although I am happy for you
And although I wish you much success and joy
My heart is tearing at the very seams
Of your own mending
And while your map can lead you to your destination,
My abundant tears, like Hansel's breadcrumbs
Can easily lead you back to me, when G-d is willing
For you have been more than a friend
You have been a sister
Though you have the courage
To keep bulls at bay
You have the tenderness of a lady
And the wisdom to know when to use both
Where yonder can I find your duplicate?
Whereabouts may I find your twin?
For there is no one I know of quite like you
And your absence will be a void
As craterous as the Grand Canyon
Therefore keep me in your heart
Even in the tiniest nook
And never forget me, sister
For as sure as the sun in the sky
And the blood in my veins
I will always remember you
In my heart.
Autumn's moon truly radiant and full
in a stippled and rapture blue sailcloth
of inward bliss. How fragile is the troth
in nature's errs that's hurled into the pull?
Alter of light dramatize trembling leaves
drifting throughout on the gravel below.
Shadows cast across the ground in repose.
Silence surge as darkness draws, heed for thieves.
Snappish breeze spring up slicing through darkness.
Wet mist and fever dew glimmer and press
earth's unturned heart yet bizarrely ageless.
Then, gently kiss in soft fading stillness.
Winters day lull in early calm slumber,
veiling life into a frosted wonder.
2/26/2019
al·ter
verb
change or cause to change in character or composition, typically in a comparatively small but significant way.
Lost Slippers
Spirited little feet, to walk barefoot
Struggles of naked feet sounded a hoot
How the soles have long been unprotected
Stepping on prickly brambles, it collected
The sore feet luckily found one slipper
Color green and had a slit figure
Eagerness suggested bringing it home
Unworthy, hoping the other one will come
Now quilted the torn portion
The feet demanded a replica version
A knitted fabric as temporary ply
To flaunt a style, need to defy
A storm came, there was flooding
Down the river swept many things
Possibly detached and swept downstream
Footwear washed and lodged in bamboo beams
The little one took it and tried to fit
For the right foot, if the size permits
The color yellow and comparatively new
A rightful match showed out of the blue
Green and yellow, beauty and happy
Slippers style worn casually
Gone are the days of sore feet, now snug feet
Living in remote areas denied by cozy sheet
September 16, 2015