Best Comparing Poems
“A person’s a person, no matter how small.”
Dr. Seuss
Comparing
A young man stood next to a man who was much taller.
He began to feel lesser; so very much smaller.
Never of concern before;
His inches above the floor.
The next day he stood by a man much shorter than he.
How proud he felt when beyond his head he did see.
The following day he walked over to a man his own size.
This other man was one who was known to be wise.
The young fellow stood up on his toes,
But shortly after, back down he goes!
He said to the man, “Man so wise, to my surprise,
We both seem to be the same size.
How can you look up towards me or me to you?”
He pointed to the top of the young man’s head and said,
“To yourself be fair;
There was no problem until you put it there.”
Then, he quickly and concisely stated,
“There is no measure by which a man can be rated.”
Barbara Campbell
08/07/15
Shall I forget my asking a brother:
“Who of The Two has A Much Taller Order?”
And Dairy Hand mishandled An Udder,
For round spinning to watch Close Adder…
Martin Luther and Nelson Mandela,
If they were Fidelis - Fidelia,
Then Stark Crudity of South Africa
Matched Mixed Decency of America
And True killers, sometimes reasonable,
Same as Searching Eyes for The Treasonable;
Or would one Some Healthy Type Writer
Praise like Zealous Breathless Writer?
More air outside The Cell for Martins,
Nelson in Dark Prison with Batons.
Martin Luther could time find for Quotes,
Nelson Mandela for The Word that floats...
And one had had A Far-Too-Funny Wife
That drew a picture of Another Strife,
The bizarre assembling for journalists;
For her Cosmetics the longest lists...
There always is some First Among Equals:
The same family but Yells aren’t Squalls…
Whilst in ones youth, I beg to question,
Why twice ten years sums darkly fossil,
If numbered twenty from conception,
Whilst in ones youth.
Immortal years, weaned blindly hostile,
Demanding half and whole apart as one,
Until twice twenty, rears itself colossal.
Twice again, steers an Elysian direction,
A course prepaid, far too late to jostle,
Time is never subject to dissection,
Whilst in ones youth.
Legs are faster
than feet...
Feet fastest
than shoes...
We are that react
slowly in life.... !
Comparing to your heart,
Diamond and all gems are minors!
Stars in the sky of your mind.
Poetry contests. How ridiculous. Silly even. It is like comparing:
dogs with underarms,
underarms with toothbrushes,
toothbrushes with giraffes,
giraffes with garden parties,
garden parties with throw pillows,
throw pillows with coffee cups,
coffee cups with light switches,
light switches with spitballs,
spitballs with cinnamon buns,
cinnamon buns with alligators,
alligators with rubies,
rubies with motorcycles,
motorcycles with sumo wrestlers,
sumo wrestlers with bubble gum,
bubble gum with swimming pools,
swimming pools with rabid skunks,
rabid skunks with toothaches,
toothaches with garter belts,
garter belts with police officers,
police officers with dinosaurs,
dinosaurs with sauce pans,
sauce pans with an art show,
an art show with a pumpkin pie,
a pumpkin pie with a speedboat,
a speed boat with a stepmother,
a stepmother with another step mother.
Poetry contests are silly.
An old sweetheart of mine never believed
in daytime dreams, because they shattered
quickly and shaking her unconvinced head
silly words came out of her mouth admitting,
" Aren't fantasies unrealistic dreams...
when they appear more tempting
then a cake with irresistible frosting?
And while she cut it with careful fingers,
" The outside tasted very sweet,
but the inside looked kind of hard;
its whipped cream was soft and white,
its filling was solid and not much inviting! "
It's worse than a thriller too unconvincing and trite,
although to the novice novelist the tragic plot
appeared to be real with the small-minded bigot.
Comparing fantasies to a decorated cake
is a huge and unforgivable mistake,
the ingredients look fine and exquisite;
but who garnishes it may lack artistry
and gastronomic skills to create an extraordinary
delight not applauded by someone who's inquisitive
about what went into it before baking it,
and laying it down on the table it looks perfect.
Are we still pursuing hallucinating fantasies
that weave themselves into allusive dreams
that make others notice how disappointing
they are having put all our trust in them?
Is this an end to dreaming coming to grips
with a stark and naked reality never being
challenged by a mindless dreamer who causes an ahem
not realizing that he's in a dire state of optical illusions...
instead of being persuaded that nobody ever wins.
This year 2021 seems so very hard
with covid and all its limited implications
but it's worth comparing centuries before
five hundred years before was no celebration
In comparing all these 500 years ago
when it was a world so different from today
this was what Europe then was like
even U.S. hadn't been brought into play
During the 1500s there were no basics
no sewer system, central heating, water supply
refrigeration, antibiotics, penicillin or surgery
in our day not having these we would die
As well as no water heater or water
also, ballpoint pen, typewriter, pc was none
it beggars belief what life was like
life was harsh certainly not much fun
People in that day would've been so poor
struggling would have been a daily chore
so be thankful we're not still back then
despite covid we're still able to roar!
No matter how wonderful your writing is
Someone else will say it better with a pen that is more magical
Sometimes with poetry, other times with prose
To compare your missive to theirs is to turn your poem into a dust rag.
It could get moldy and dank, and stinky; you might elect to throw it into a ditch.
Whether or not she continues to survive and hold her head up with pride is up to you. Remember how proud you were of her yesterday?
Let's go back to that.
Comparing Clarity with Disparity and Gravity
With some things we must compare clarity,
As it always does and determine disparity;;
Similarity lacking;
Could be cracking,
Assimilated with variable that is gravity.
Parity has to do with a woman's neonatal
condition and the ability of a variable to
agree with others and be correlated.
Jim Horn
This has a high probability that it has
been completely over your head.
Silence is, a noble
lifetime counselor...
That conduct us to elaborate...
Noise ,
Is a braggart that
it just annoys... !
Death is not what you realize
lt is lighter than a leaf...
As long as life can be
heavier than a mountain...
Neighbor's kids, groomed and manicured
like a well-kept lawn
Greet their parents joyfully
smiles, hugs, a beaming ‘Good morn’
Not that we’re jealous, not in the least
as we struggle to get ours out of bed
By the time they’ve rejected breakfast
My wife and I are half-dead…
Yet patience, patience, patience
wins the day
For they will surely grow out of it ~
please God, before we’re old and gray
Should a winter's frigid sky
be as clear as the coolest spring day?
Peaceful is Nature with its frosted, naked trees
that the lightest breeze won't make swing,
I hear their lament, " Long is winter, short are the days! "
Why has the purple finch stopped warbling?
Mom walks in carrying a paper bag full of groceries,
my sisters run to greet her, everybody's eyes sparkle:
chocolate bunnies, gummies and crayons,
pens, pencils and notebooks, apples, cherries
and red grapes from California in the middle
of December, but do they like an afternoon with a frozen sky
that is beautiful to watch from windows? Who likes to stay inside
when no ice covers the lawn...when restrictions don't apply?
How sad is to see only pines from where the last robin flew
unable to save her nest, but was able to escape with her little one!
How nostalgic is to think of spring missing sunshine
and meadows with their wild smell and gleaming morning dew...
while the red-breasted robins catch insects, not butterflies!
Yes, all children love to pick fragrant wild flowers,
yes, all mothers love them when they're given with a big smile;
and who felt that gladness inside more than mom with an embrace?
Written on 7/22/2020
Are you comparing me?
To the others before me
The others in your life
Ex-girlfriends, ex-lovers, ex-wife?
How did I do?
Did I surprise you?
When I showed another side
One you never knew
There are other sides of me I do hide
You need to peel them back layer by layer
There’s no better compliment
That you can pay her
Than by comparing her
To those in your past
But while you are accessing
I am guessing
That is why I asked
Who Are you comparing me to?