Best Comparisons Poems
It's so easy to look with envy at others
thinking satisfaction can be won
by taking to yourself what they've got
when in the end you don't have fun
Comparing yourself with others
is never such a good idea
for you always are tricked offline
wishing to hear with a wax-free ear
Two days can change a person
for no couple of days are ever the same
yesterday's self always requires better
not to think so never brings you fame
Looking at someone else is not wise
even today it doesn't ring true
for you were made what you are
not as anybody else but just truly you
So compare you truly as you
look upwards move forward being wise
show yourself as one self-approved
others see you as one of the good guys
(Quote:
'Compare yourself to who you were yesterday, not to who someone else is today.')
- Jordan B. Petterson (Canadian Psychologist)
Then more you will love all English
and deeply obsessed by them,
than more you have been progressive
and ept and fast for gaining success,
and granting by freedom and blessed.
Then more you will love Russian
in temporal staff and condition,
than more you have been temptative
by post-soviet integration and stagnation
and trapped by sovereign democracy
and rule by ambitious and dictatos.
Then more you will love Arabic,
then more you have been islamic
with turban on the head
and Koran in the heart
with chronic problem of technology
and prisoning himself, womens and others
in oldest concepts and methodologies
from Al Kasim abu Bakr mister Mastodontes.
Then more you will love German
then more been precise and prosperous.
Never forget about it, chaban,
if you want to ride Mersedes, Opel, Bantley
in the company of kind and free persons
blessed by future elegancy.
Not in company of terrorist,
fanats, imperialists and others banditti.
riding the junked autos,
with weapon of mass destruction
and prehistoric instincts and traditions.
That is clear comparisons and bananas
for our dear shepperds,chabanes.
The woman is
juice to milk,
the man is
cane juice
The woman is
Apple pear,
the man is
prickly pineapple
The woman is
Prosecco wine,
the man is
porto...
The woman is
sweet potato,
the man is
manioc...
The woman is
the warmth,
the man is
popcorn...
The woman is
violin,
the man is
trombone...
The woman is
basilar
The man
it's acidity ...
The woman is
the road,
the man is
truck...
The woman is
a garden,
the man is
the backyard ...
The woman is
of giving forgiveness,
the man of
killing somebody
The woman
gives without fear,
the man has
fear of giving
The woman is
Calm sea,
the man is
angry river
The woman is
beauty flower,
the man is
ugly proud
The woman is
pure thing,
the man is
kind of crooked ...
The woman is
owner of the land,
the man is her
farmer...
But love is strong link.
which promotes communion,
love is the bond that unites them
and makes the feast of the heart ...
Separated nothing produces ...
but together they create humanity ...!
Husbands and wives are like salt and pepper...very different yet complimentary and
always seen together.
Marriage is a covenant with God and your spouse not to be broken!
God's standards are so high that he thinks lust is as bad as adultery and
hate as bad as murder...
Christians are brothers/sisters with different mothers but the same father!
******Not my ideas~~~ from the Fireproof Movie--Thought others might like to hear
these. If you haven't seen this movie it is great!~~
I want to live in a healthy place,
at least as mature as junior high school,
where who I reciprocally love,
gay or straight or span-sexually in-between,
is not a political and economic football,
a wildly bouncing and rebounding issue
full of hot air
for others to kick around
and divest of
as they lose punishing interest.
Yet who we choose to hate,
deviantly or not,
is a BusinessAsUsual privatized non-issue
for an unhealthy society
to publicly notice
before quickly fading
into private live and let live fields
of NO TRESPASSING apartheid.
I would strongly prefer
to never apologize
for who I healthy love,
and daily apologize
for,
and maybe to,
but most certainly with,
those I unhealthy hate.
Comedic contortionist claims clubfeet;
consider carefully, circus clowns cheat.
Chico chipped Carson City's carved concrete
clumsily chiseling cheap cardboard containers.
Charlatans can calm capitol complainers
confounding Congressional campaigners.
July 6, 2022
Comparing all things
In apples, oranges now
Same with same is game
written for
Sponsor Carol Brown
Contest Name APPLES ? ORANGES ?
Can the black live
without the white ...?
May the sun rise
no morning ...
The cock sound
without singing ...
The rose sprlackout
without button ...
Can color decorate
without tone...
Laughter be smile
without mourning ...
The pain live
without consolation ...
A star burns without
without heating ...
The beast his brother
fear...
The couple live together
without mating ...
The horse without
hungry horse ...
May death
die...
Can the poetry
poet itself ...
Without meed of
a poet ...
life alone
live...
be welcome
without
come ...
One can be joyful
alone...
Can youl livei without
me,
and me without
you...?
A Samurai once went to a Zen Master,
Sad that Zen, not sword claimed much more esteem.
Look, he said, Moon's no scent but silver lustre;
Roses live with thorns, fragrant no less seem.
Comparison's root of great misery--
Why world's goodness fails to enrich its life.
For, plunged in presumed patterns most men see,
Not its poetry, they see only strife.
O haply rejoice in richness your own,
Rose never envies Moon, nor yet Moon rose,
Behind masked faces look at men nigh close,
Hid behind every smile there's muted moan.
If life gets stuck on to preconceived grooves,
Change perspective and look. Life's life if moves.
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Sonnets | 04.12.2017 |
I relish spring's green growth; plants at their best
and babies after mama birds build nests.
But I cherish summer trips on fishing boats,
going barefoot, bare arms, no caps or coats.
Fall embellishes with gorgeous colors
but it’s back to school and few days outdoors.
Summer can have hellish heat from the sun
but then swimming makes for all kinds of fun.
Winter’s also nightmarish - snow and ice storms;
a fireplace brings comfort, hard work that warms.
Nourishing summer’s heat ripens gardens
corn on the cob, juicy watermelons.
Finished. No season’s perfect, I suppose -
outdoors is why I think summer comes close.
For all time, my darling, I am willing to wait
In this dark, achromatic void of emptiness encompassing me
‘Round and ‘round, as a carp circling the bate
Still unsure whether this privilege will bring pain or glee
Thereby embarking on a grand pilgrimage of esprit
Let yourself straight in, for I’ve been waiting so tenaciously
Often contemplating your very existence ‘til it aches
Venturing— as a hummingbird —hurriedly yet graciously
Excavating each new blossom, quenching my heart, ‘til it breaks.
People aren't perfect, for sure this is true.
They don't always do what they say they will do.
By the same token they often aren't guilty,
Of commissions, omissions that some will deem filthy.
Nefarious crimes, using darkness for cover,
Lest someone find out and all is discovered.
While often it's true not all are trustworthy,
It just isn't fair to be in a hurry,
To lump all in together and say there you are,
One's as bad as another, the fruit don't fall far.
Common sense tells us in some situations,
Most mistakes are made with the bet of intentions.
Don't be too quick to be judging your neighbor,
For sure some day you may need his favor.
Decide for yourself what works for you,
And don't criticize what your neighbor will do.
No one does anything the same way as you,
And the truth to be told you don't want them to.
It's rare that you'll find one exactly like you.
A soul mate, a brother, the same through and through.
Most people are different, not exactly the same,
'Cause individuality is the name of the game.
Jodie Foster is frying peppers and eggs.
It is late and her legs ache
as she scrambles the yokes,
sautés the jalapenos.
Today a jerk again compared her
to the film actress.
A life she never wanted keeps invading her reality.
Even though she was born earlier
people consider her the ‘wrong one.’
Not for the first time
she imagines changing her name,
A noise upstairs, the woman freezes
then runs to her understairs closet,
bolting the door.
Footsteps descend.
It is the movie star Jodie Foster,
She has a gun and is seeking her imposter.
Life-scripts are merging;
she understands why she has always avoided
cliffhangers - suspense thrillers.
Jodie cries softly in the dark
clutching a Dollar Store spatula
that will never work as well as a branded one.
SAID THE RABBIT TO THE FALCON
****************. Aug. 31, 2020
Oh, falcon, why are you scowling? As you are
Heraldic, so majestic flying beneath the clouds,
Why do I stir you so? I am but a countryside rabbit.
Surely, it’s not because of our mouths? For
Mine is a plain, pink cross; yet
Yours has the contour artists admire as
Showing a form to meet intent in an exquisite arc.
And, it can’t be our ears, because mine
Are whimsical, admired for their flop,
Alert to the ground, while
Yours can hear the tiniest of mice lick a toe.
And, of course, it’s not our speed:
I might be thought languishing, taking
Often merely nearly a yard with each leap, while
You will swoop and consume in the half-instant
Another just like me has half-blinked!
Perhaps, your sharpened glare shoots at
Me, because you need always hunt or seek,
Dreading any rest that may find
You imperfect...thus, hungry;
Still, I may eat along any garden’s row
Or even on a tasty weed while half-asleep.
(Please note, voracious falcon,
that I said, ‘half-asleep.’)
If...if only God had made you
To crave lettuce, happy, simply, in the garden...
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(C) Sally Young Eslinger 2020
The woman is
milk juice,
the man is
sugarcane juice...
the woman is
Apple pear,
the man is
lemon fruit...
the woman is
for pro sec
the man is
brandy...
the woman is
sweet potato,
the man is
manioc...
the woman is
the heat,
the man is
popcorn...
the woman is
violin,
the man is
trombone...
the woman is
basilar,
The man
it's acidity...
the woman is
the road,
the man is
truck...
the woman is
a garden,
the man is
the wilderness...
the woman is
to forgive,
the man from
kill executioner...
the woman
never is afraid,
tô donate
the man is
afraid to surrender...
the woman is
Calm sea,
the man is
angry river...
the woman is
beauty flower,
the man is
proud cactus...
the woman is
right sure,
the man is
kinda crooked...
the woman is
landlady,
your man is
farmer...
But love is a strong link
that promotes communion,
love is the amalgam that unites them
and do party in the heart...
Separated they produce nothing...
but together they bear fruits
in creation...!