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...

Continue reading...

COMPARISONS

I sit here now back on my bed
Bandaged and still quite sore
I think back to my Mum and Dad
And all they both endured

My Dad he died of cancer
My Mum of MND
Both were unpleasant ways to go
Distressing all and me

My Dad he said the whole way...

Continue reading...

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...

Continue reading...

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...

Continue reading...

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 
   ...

Continue reading...

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...

Continue reading...

Comparing all things
In apples, oranges now
Same with same is game


written for
Sponsor Carol Brown 
Contest Name APPLES ? ORANGES ?...

Continue reading...

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...

Continue reading...

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...

Continue reading...

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...

Continue reading...

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...

Continue reading...

That which once was and can no longer be,
a vision once seen you can no longer see.
When described as a thought, a memory,
or a seed or seedling if you are a tree.
The beginning of something the world now calls me!...

Continue reading...

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...

Continue reading...

Can the black live
                        without the white ...?
              ...

Continue reading...

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,...

Continue reading...