Best Compartmentalize Poems
You watched it on TV
And you might have wondered why
Colin knelt on that football field
What was he attempting to try?
The narrative of his actions
Were about America's attitude
Towards Black men
How they've been lynched, harassed
And murdered again, again and again
Yes he got the attention of the world
Especially this nation
He started a dialog
Of unparalleled participation
And when the so-called powers that be
Showed their true colors
As their prejudice was aired
The movement then flourished
Took on a life of its own
And fruit it now has bared
To kneel or not to kneel
On what principles do you stand?
To kneel or not to kneel
Racism is alive and doing well in this land
As people of color we will no longer
Compartmentalize our pain
And our degradation
We now stand bold and unapologetic
In righteous indignation
We give our God the glory
Because in our hearts we truly know
That He's the Creator and the one who's
Really running this show
To kneel or to take a knee
Is not a sign of disrespect
But a gesture to show honor, esteem
And merit as one genuflects
For every knee shall bow
and every tongue shall confess
That Jesus the name above all other names
Is sovereign and blessed
And as we take a knee in the church
Or on the football field
We kneel in privilege and in protest
To let the world know how we feel
For when one is knighted
one kneels in supplication
And when a soldier has fallen
All kneel in commiseration
And when we kneel to pray
To Father God our heavenly Lord
We are showing respect and reverence
To Him in all accord
Colin didn't realize that his actions
Were pregnant with infinite possibilities
That by kneeling he opened the eyes
Of this nation and revealed its frailties
To kneel or not to kneel
Jesus Himself did kneel in fact
He took a knee for all of us
To let us know He had our backs
TO KNEEL OR NOT TO KNEEL
Though I am dark, the light ignites my curiosity, see me as an abstract manipulation and acknowledge me but please don’t shun me. Just like the butterfly we blossomed from a cocoon not a day too soon. Although I am not seen as having splendor and grace but in the dark I can even see beauty upon your face.
Yet our existence you compartmentalize, so therefore I have to put up a disguise. Yet still, you want me to believe that you don’t think that I'm wise. So now you find it fit to categorize instead of synchronize. Haven't you heard, that the sum of all parts are better than the whole?
Pain is a catalyst for Change and yet it's the only thing that's constant.
So like the butterfly I emerge from the ground, exploring new beginnings to the moon out of my cocoon not a day too soon.
Your perception of me will not hold me captive, because My creator is our orchestra-tor, and has made me free. Just like the butterfly I was given the present and it is wrapped with joy.
Too bad you can’t see that the basis of our existence is to be free.
So like the butterfly, I too ascend on a mission and emerge from the ground to explore new beginnings to the moon out of my cocoon not a day too soon.
I am comfortable with my dark wings because you see, a Moth is also a butterfly
We go through our stage of Metamorphosis and then through time we fly
He walks with a limp, dog in tow,
lives on streets, 'neath an azure sky
says, "Morning," with smiles as he goes
Wears logo, "Like you, I could fly."
but people compartmentalize.
He's one of the derelict crowd,
some say they must be disallowed.
Kindness calls us to contemplate
what they go through, no longer proud
with mishaps, we may own same fate.
Years ago, a life-drawing group
met near spot homeless congregate.
Some were asked to be model troup
Honored, none seemed to hesitate,
we had their plight to contemplate.
Then we saw them as people are.
yet all carried homelessness scar--
their eyes were sad, seldom wore smiles,
pleased we chose them as our co-star.
we learned: we have not walked their miles.
February 6, 2023
For "Writing Challenge, D-Word" contest
by Constance La France
howmanysyllables.com
First Place!
It feels like a punch to my gut when I realize the pictures that hold so many good memories, are the same ones that have become my newfound enemies. Like they only exist to cause me heartache. I thought I figured this out. I'd cry once a day and then I would go about my way.
Recently my schedule has been a little off, not to mention my old character is completely lost.
I haven't even developed a new one to fit my current mind frame. I think once I figure that out, I can again compartmentalize all my pain.
I won't waste anymore dandelion wishes for you to come back, Because the little girl in me still doesn't understand after death that's that. I won't blow anymore prayers on hoping that I will turn around and you'd be there.
I will just learn to live with this new gained pain. I will work on trying not to find an escape, in a prayer or a wish that the universe just can't grant me today. I won't count the minutes I don't get with you anymore. I will learn to embrace all the hours I was gifted with you before. No more dandelions wasted on the floor.
Lazarus fell ill so Martha and Mary sent a word to Christ
to let Jesus know all that was occurring in their lives
but Jesus did not respond nor did he venture right away
He stayed where He was for two whole days
now Jesus loved Martha, Mary and Lazarus very much
and He sensed that Lazarus was in need of His healing touch
but what many can't see or even understand
is that sometimes we have to wait on God's unfolding plans
God may need to position us so that we can come to see
and understand that our emergency may not need His urgency
your eyes and ears are just for the gathering of information
but they're not equipped to decipher godly interpretation
a word sent to Jesus may require a lengthy process
as time may be needed before the situation can be addressed
now Lazarus had died but that was God's divine plan
so that Jesus could raise him from the dead with His anointed hands
we all have to go through some stuff in order to be reborn and renewed
so that the Holy Spirit can now work in and through you
to be transformed and transcended by the power of the Holy Ghost
no longer to compartmentalize those things in life we need most
to get rid of the dead things physically and spiritually
which are giving off a foul odor all around thee
and when Jesus arrived He said, "where is he?"
my friend Lazarus who has need of Me
but what Jesus was really asking for is those gifts to us He gave
those blessings we have packed away or buried in a grave
we need to stop letting Satan whisper words of doubt
that make us feel incapable of working it all out
for not everything we bury is truly dead and gone
as God has the resurrection power to revive it and make it strong
so if you're buried under the burden of life's situation
its time to seek out Jesus for divine rejuvenation
so roll away those stones that have you in bondage and entombed
be they internal or external let Jesus have some room
now Jesus said Lazarus come forth and he did obey
and he was still in the grave clothes from his interment day
so when God sends you an invite come as you are
He's not looking for perfection nor a shining star
and when a word is sent to Jesus we need to understand
that He will respond according to God's divine plans
"Compartmentalize your life around your dreams, hobbies,
goals even your grief and hurt and you will grow as a person."
Quote _by Constance
I like things in my life in compartments,
good at dividing and separating;
like a store with different departments.
A time to pen poems captivating,
and divide all my emotions inside;
even put to the side things frustrating.
I put my grief in a box that I hide,
my past memories in a chest to keep;
oh yes, I like to ascribe and divide.
I go to the cemetery to weep,
for all those I loved now gone up above;
but try to not let them into dreams creep.
There is a time for seeking a truelove,
assign, label, seclude, group, draw apart;
and a time for finding my own self-love.
Each day has a specific time for art,
and a time to pray and to talk with God;
my beliefs are mine and part of my heart.
my friend Buddha helps me 'cause I am flawed,
I survive by having things in their place;
for in my past from deep pits I have clawed,
Each day I live in harmony and grace,
my way may not be yours but it is mine;
happiness is when each thing has a space.
Distancing does aid
To hide a veil of shame
Compartmentalize the sheep
To lull the wake to sleep
Unearthed the fled play dumb
Circumvention follows through
Big brother saves a piece
To call on those that eat the food
Take your shot or hit the road
When then will they stop the show?
For now the bitter wait
Knowing they'll control their fate
Common sense points to the past
This repeat came round so fast
The tree of liberty wilts and thirsts
Scornfully demanding it's great sacrifice
Steadfast the brave come clean
The upright seeming evil to the dim
Can't bargain with these fools
Common core has warped the fiends
Bears of Red just want your will
Stolen choices rot the soul
Taking aim against humanity
This great country will not fall prey
The devil's children of perdition led so far astray....
I sprung from fertile soil like a garden blossoming into a mosaic kaleidoscope of
vibrant colors
|that I no longer have the ability to see|
but I still feel the ghostly rose petals haunting my skin
~Heart hardened by the cold harsh bite of the wind~
my bones rattle as they echo as If they were fabricated from tattered tin
*Kissing me softly like morning dew on a Tulip only to wake in the silhouette of my snowglobe dream*
-That now seems all too strange to me
I simmer as my blood starts to boil-
Why am I so strange to me
Unfamiliarity in familiar features
Ghostly silhouettes of my parent's features
Here I lay writing as my all deserved place
As an abolished creature
Here I lay biting my own flesh just to bleed out a trace
Letting the emotion trickle down
my clammy skin as I submerge myself in the depth of Winter's icy cool touch
A cold thick glass window in the New Hampshire downpour fading into the grey skies
A distant memory blanketed in a monochrome gradients of nostalgia
These scars are the only thing that stays in this place
A gradient scale of grey
An alien feel of being far away
I long to be redeemed from the ultimate rejection
As I sit here and I compartmentalize my feelings section by section
I'll dissipate into the wind and search for answers in any direction
Anything to avoid the place I came from I see traces of in my reflection
Rainbow like reflection in the wispy jet clouds against periwinkle blue morning
sky. Jets going where? One going in an unusual direction across one in the set
pattern of travel. Since the latest happening with a jet one's thoughts turns to the
incident. Try to put tradegy away, compartmentalize it. Tiny pears are on the trees
survivors of the warm, cold, frost, warm, cold back and forth weather. God is good
even though mankind's nature runs to evil. The sun comes on up into the wispy clouds.
A beautiful day given to mankind in this area. Spring weather that is so comfortable.
Thank you God for this day. Help me to use it as best for you. Amen
Overanalyze and criticize, demoralize and ostracize
Modern pundits legitimize their vicious exercise
Scrutinize and standardize, compartmentalize and cannibalize
Wizards of efficiency synchronize, initialize and circumcise
Demobilize and paralyze, stigmatize and de-humanize
Westernized pols, their constituents balkanize and polarize
Trivialize and miniaturize, standardize and sterilize
Thought-police priesthoods evangelize and moralize
Why can't they fraternize and socialize?
Why don't they harmonize and compromise?
Entry in Rhyme Battle: Xi Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Juli-Michelle
I'll demystify your philosophy
Anytime your perspective my bother me
Because you compartmentalize things
That are connected like Christmas lights on a string
All potential lies in the ability
To exercise stability and consistency
Which exemplifies what it is to be the Relentless type
I won't accept anything less than success if I fail
I'll keep doing it religiously until I get it right
I'm guaranteed to get your undivided attention
And I don't need to intensify my hostility
For you to recognize what I really mean
When I'm getting my point across
I've done it too many times
And I don't expect you guys to empathize
With things you ain't experiencing in your lives
if I can't make a plan that specifically fits the type
Of job I'm doing screw it I'll improvise
& eventually get the job done efficiently
Anything I'm attempting I aim for perfection nice
All lessons lie in the mistakes we've made
The greatest Impressions I've left
Were expressed best by my humility
Which was something they definitely didn't expect to find
When they visit me,
The only thing that stands the test of time
Is doing things your own way
Despite expectations thrown in your direction
I'd say they should all get declined upon inspection like
There nothing, So thanks for coming
Please look up & follow the red exit signs or something
The mental institution is your mind,
Compartmentalize.
Living in shadows,
Facing rejection,
Looking at my reflection.
Thoughts are powerful,
So keep in mind,
What you think you'll eventually see.
Running and fighting are tired to me.
There are no voids that need replacing,
Prepared to fix nothing, as the weight of the world comes with lightness.
People only show me shallow darkness.
Giving to take,
Killing the spirit of ideology,
I'd never take without return,
But I'm still your equal
Made to withstand all punches and robberies.
COMPARTMENTALIZATION
Friends, absolutely believe why
not in the “Loony Bin?
Compartmentalized my stresses,
so messes … not get in!
Compartments help me remember,
one illness at a time.
Must do cause, "nine" problems have, not
about to loose ... my mind!
Compartments, real life savers, now
one job at time, tackle.
Improved old age focus, glad
husband … didn't spackle.
Compartmentalize medications
if don't, embarrassed be.
Took water pills, before party,
oops … in “Depend’s” did pee.
Doc’s now compartmentalize, which
body part they'll inspect.
Last visit showed my sagging boobs,
examine ... was for my neck!
Crucial to compartmentalize, must
do each week heard some say.
Might put off till tomorrow, cause
tomorrows ... another day.
July 31, 2023
Contest: compartmentalization
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
rumors are buzzing
that the brains at Uppsala Univ., Sweden,
have stumbled upon a way to eliminate
unwanted memories---that
the attempt at getting rid of horrifying
memories is now becoming reality,
as shocks of electricity get thumped into
the heads of human lab rats in question,
so as to stop the hardwired formation of
fears before they solidify in proteins &
this has got anybody who has flipped
through Loriga’s masterpiece,
“Tokyo Doesn’t Love Us Anymore,”
wondering if these scientists had sat
down with the book & used it as a
manual---
for this isn’t how it should be,
after all, we need the preservation of
terror, we need to have memories of
horror in order to remind us of
the balance that is life---
certainly, if one puts their hand on a
burner & fries it, but now they can erase
the memory of doing so, said individual
may very well do it again---for
wouldn’t it be so easy to send soldiers off
to war who wouldn’t remember the
horror?---they’d be perfect human
machines, killers without memory, killers
without guilt &
killers without a need to even try &
compartmentalize what murderous deeds
they have committed with their very hands
in the name of nationalism or
patriotism or whatever ****ing excuse
one can pull off the shelf at any given
time.
Restless night under summer skies
Butterflies and time that dies
I can’t exactly vocalize
Or apologize for all the guys
If you were wise you could surmise
The faults in my alibies
Then agonize what that must imply
And recognize how I exercise
Now rise, look into my eyes
Watch the sunrise
Ignore my cries
I’m not just someone’s prize
Don’t jeopardize to finalize
Though I let you fantasize
Romanticized and polarized
I can only compartmentalize
You monopolize but can’t characterize
Glamorize but don’t analyze
That I can’t moralize this disguise
I’d advise for your despise