Best Compensate Poems
On the Horizon
My limbs and leaves are trembling
My green days of shade and blue shadow near gone,
For on the near horizon lies
The first cold flail of fall.
To compensate, my Maker made
My edges to wondrously curl and color
Dipping and spiraling as butterflies,
‘Ere I am browned and blown
To the ground.
I remember when I raised my head
After dark winter’s bitter gales,
Stretching my arms and blossoming,
And being caressed in warm sun, adored.
From that gracious beginning adulation,
Rich maturity and pride were mine,
My limbs grew long and reached strong,
Higher and higher to the sky.
From days fast passing, I must then bid farewell
Grandly with gold, blazing red and orange
To let winter have its hibernate way
As I Leave this short life behind
And pray for one more.
One. Latino boys like Buffalo Wild Wings. It isn't clear why, but it's definitely emerging as a pattern.
Two. Latino boys are persistent. When he asks to kiss you for the first time, say no. Why? Because you've known him for a matter of weeks and he is not your boyfriend yet. Don't worry... he will continue to ask every week until you say yes.
Three. Latino boys are really good kissers.
Four. Latino boys love their family. His cousins are best friends, so you probably already know several of them. If any of his cousins also like you, you might think this is problematic. Your boyfriend will tell you that it's normal, and it's just because they're jealous, and not to worry about it. You will probably worry about it anyway. Sometimes it's better to let things go.
Five. Latino boys are romantic. He will tell you how he loves you in two languages and struggle to find an apt metaphor which he can pronounce in the English language. Since his English isn't perfect, he uses his hands to compensate when he speaks, uses a tilt of his head, a shift in his voice; he says most with his eyes, when he isn't speaking at all.
Six. Notice how he lights up when he smiles at you, like the sunrise... remember that the word for smile in Spanish is sonrisa.
Seven. When he offers to teach you the meringue, say yes. When you trip over each other's feet, laugh. When his face moves close to yours... kiss him.
Eight. When your racist father starts talking about socioeconomic classes, remind him that unlike your brother's American friends, your friends are sober. (Well, more sober. Do not bring up tequila. They're not potheads, at least.) Besides, your Spanish teacher is thrilled with your miraculous improvement in spoken Spanish.
Nine. When you go bowling with him and his cousins and he whispers in your ear that people are staring at us, tell him it's just because they're jealous that I have a boyfriend that will dance with me in public.
Ten. "Te amo" is a phrase that sounds prettiest when whispered.
(unfit
category
but no
choice.)
Life would
be
worthless
and
short
If this is
the only
dear life
we
have
Great
plans just
death can
abort
to be
useless
once you
met
your grave.
And for
those who
die young,
in
chilhood's
tender
ages
How short
and
incomplete
life
would be
How
unfair and
unlucky if
death's
the end
for them
Besides
life to the
fullest is
eternity.
What
about
those who
born
and die
poor
or those
born deaf,
blind or
lame
What if
they were
so
doomed
without
any cure
How
unlucky if
resurrection
never
came!
But a
belief that
there's a
life
after this
could be
of great
consolation
and solace
especially
to the
poor
handicapped,
the
shortlived
that they
could
make it up
under
heaven's
grace!
For the
good one
who is
born
blind
In heaven
shall he in
brighter
vision see
And the
goodly
one yet
who
has lost
his mind
will in the
afterlife
be as sane
as could be
The deaf
man with
his balance
of pious
acts
Only the
hereafter
would
compensate
what he
lacks
And that
godly one
born poor
and who
dies poor
could be
of the
richest at
heaven's
door
In this life
those
who've
been
saintly yet
unable to
talk
could
cheer up
to believe
what
heaven
has in
stock
For this
world can
be misery,
heaven's
the place
to rock
In this
world at
times
you've
to let the
hawks
gawk
Knowing
your
tormentor
in
heaven
shall ye
mock
Thus for a
true
happy
ever
after
for an
abode of
mirth and
laughter
Work
towards
thy
hereafter
A divine
place
devoid of
disaster!
When one feels like an Outcast, one can over compensate
In ways that are extreme to try and change their fate.
This can make them do things others cannot relate to,
If they know not of such pain one suffers through.
When one is on the outside, always looking in,
Self worth and confidence, existence of is thin.
This aloneness bearing compels the affected heart
To seek ways to be accepted if only just in part.
Often unconventional are the ways selected
And so, often too are the ways by most rejected,
Which then leads to a deeper desperation
Of longing to belong to end the separation.
Extreme behaviours can be of good or bad intention,
But either way they are to seek and to draw attention
To the fact that inside of their instigating heart,
There is a place longing to belong, a very empty part.
Many folks are heartless, cruel, insensitive;
Shun, disown others who unlike them, live.
With those who are different in various ways,
Judgment's cast on through obvious displays.
If one hasn't ever been on the outside looking in,
They can't understand how one's feeling deep within
Who has lost their self confidence, esteem, even worth,
And will even question why, the reasons for their birth.
We live in a cruel world where more and more are mean,
Where more and more care not, it's such a selfish scene.
More find reasons to use differences to others, cast aside,
Than find reasons to in harmony live peacefully and reside.
Too many humans blame those who different from them live
To excuse their bad behaviour for kindness they don't give,
But this reflects on 'them' poorly; they're just too ignorant to see.
Those with malice who are so callous, the Outcast, they should be.
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2016-11-13 06:58:00 (EDT)
All rights reserved.
It's good to keep in mind...
"Mature people are inspired;
Immature people covet what's desired."
~ Artsieladie Quote
Lyrics by Jerry Thomas Curtis
Better Than The Rest
Some think she has a crooked nose
And real sad sleepy eyes
Her hips they said, had to have spread
To compensate those thighs
But I just think, those things are there
To put me to the test
To see if I would realize
She's better than the rest
She didn't come from money
But I wouldn't say's she's poor
When I see her on that sofa bed
I couldn't ask for more
My friends say find a better girl
I say "You be my guest"
Cause I tell you now, straight from my heart
She's better than the rest
chorus
They say that she's not good enough
For a cover of a magazine
But went she holds me, late at night
She's my beauty Queen
repeat
She didn't come from money
But I wouldn't say's she's poor
When I see her on that sofa bed
I couldn't ask for more
My friends say find a better girl
I say "You be my guest"
Cause I tell you now, straight from my heart
She's better than the rest
chorus
They say that she's not good enough
For a cover of a magazine
But went she holds me, late at night
She's my beauty Queen
"Environmental suits all checked and rechecked. The chamber is sealed."
"PROCEED!".
"We're losing barometric pressure!"
"COMPENSATE!"
"Energy output is constant."
"The rift is stabilizing sir. Air pressure is equivalent to about 15,000 feet altitude."
"Spectrum analysis suggests a red star. That can't be right!"
"Still holding constant."
"EXTEND THE INTER-DIMENSIONAL LENS!"
"Lens breaching the rift."
"Looks about 3000 Kelvin. Oh my God!"
"WHAT?!?!"
"Something humanoid is looking back at us."
"THIS IS NOT AN APPROPRIATE TIME TO BE JOKING!"
"I'm serious sir. I'm switching to a broader view plane."
"No joke, Sir. I saw it too!"
"HOW COULD ANYTHING SURVIVE AT THAT TEMPERATURE?!"
"I did too, and it looked human."
"I've got more of them."
"The depth of field is very shallow, those behind it are blurry."
"What the Hell have we found here?"
"EXACTLY. DISENGAGE KEYHOLE NOW! NOW! NOW!"
20190123
I am deprived of my old sweet relief,
Turning the page but turn to the leaf.
I spill out myself to sanction some space
To which I can return, try to compensate.
Contemplate and complicate my own design
I find this a fate to which I cannot resign.
Soaking in the petrichor of each night,
Of every solemnly forsaken fight.
Each decision and each disappointment
So boldly displayed in my temperament.
I need this safety net below me always to move
Even one step forward toward what I pursue,
Simple answers and the life good enough
Hoping life itself does not call my bluff.
I'm on top of the world looking in
But in the heavens it's no wind
I sit an meditate
While my soul gravitates
Million thoughts an a billion heartaches
My mind an heart communicates
Heart boiling with fire that won't condensate
Hard for me to compensate
But I still try to conjugate
I can't medicate
The pain an flames to evaporate
In my mind an heart that exasperates
My soul an heart wrath wants to eradicate
But I use what factuates
Hibernates
Inside as strengths to navigate
why is it I never in my life gave cadence as to critic another poets work
yet they find it perfectly acceptable to rate my own submissions
they aren't Jesus they don't walk on water so why should I bother with them
some are intellectualized wandering wizards others need attention like a baby
there I gave you your treat so wander back to your warm spot and shut your mouths
it doesn't help me when you crtic it just makes me think of what a perfect ass you are
going off someone cause of stupid grammattical errors we can't take it with us when we die
they themselves are mister perfect never doing anything wrong
see positive enforcement strengthens the heart where as negativity brings you down
plus who are they anyways:
Stay optimistic, even if you're
facing a set back. There are
many stages we go through in
our lives, but we manage, to get
back, on track. All good things
are possible, if you have
confidence in yourself and do as
much as you can. No one has
accomplished anything, in one day,
there has to be, a plan! Establishing
a routine, takes time, but it can lead
to many big opportunities, down the
road. At this point, you're bound to
find a way, to unburden, your heavy
load!
Let the good times outshine the bad times
Let the laughter drown out the tears
Let the light chase away the darkness including all your fears...
Turn your pain into strength and smile for you are alive, making all things possible but only possible if you try.
The critic is the frustrated wannabe who picks at others to compensate for his insecurities and to boost his delusions of grandeur. Most are moderately adequate poets at best and find it pleasurable to take it out on those who have some talent….Leave them on the “ignore” shelf.
I went on searching since the latest year of 19th century
A place where I can truly share my poetry
A consequence when one of my uncles had inspired me
Sharing his poems at US National Library of Poetry.
I went to a computer rental shop
I paid five hours a day searching, but it was all day’s mishap
The National Library of Poetry won’t accept my work
It required residents- perhaps, only citizens or migrants at work?
I kept going back and forth at the same computer place
Searching sites for my poems, hoping for grace
But only NLP of USA was at google search
To compensate my time, I printed all my uncle’s work.
Then my opportunity knocked on the 20th century
To go abroad, but just a land close to my country
At 2012, a photo of a praying boy and his dog inspired me
To create my first poem while I was away from my family.
Then followed another burning desire to search a poetry site
Gratefully, I’ve finally dug the greatest treasure and light
Poetry Soup was there, so clear, so big and so bright
The very first and only poetry place appearing in my sight.
I read many poets’ poems and they were all very good
I found poets were all friendly, so welcoming in every road
I tried to find my first written name-poem as my intro
Posted after 3 days along with the dog’s prayer and a few.
With the biggest inspiration coming from the best poetry soup
I’ve learned A-Z poems and from all talented poets of this group
It served as my greatest poetry school for 12 years
My best community and 2nd family- feeling all the love, no more tears.
Thank you so much Poetry Soup for accepting me
I’ve learned a lot, with more written poems of mine, I’m so happy
If there’s a graduation here, I beg and make the biggest plea
Let me repeat all your courses, may I stay here. Happy 19th anniversary!
Comes the inevitable moment to decide at last
Whether to stay or go; whether to love or hate
Whether to stand aside or bravely engage issues
To defy the odds and stand proud before the mast
To be late or early, to depend on timorous fate
Heart ripped asunder over questionable virtues.
Yea, lest anyone think fence-sitting is admirable
Or ignoring the necessities of every day’s wishes
The day arrives when we all must compensate
Stop the handwringing and become comfortable
By manning up to what life dishes.
written the week of June 20, 2021
Blue becomes monochrome
painted across a sad tableau
from one side to the next
except where public gaze applies
these flashes absent of the hues
is not enough to compensate
for the drowning in the sea
filled with azure of all degrees
still the remainder present a nod
a rainbow glittering sudden hints
presented with a knowing wink
as the mask is then denied
as the spectrum sadly fades
it’s not enough to compensate
when the sky has turquoise tears
blurred to gray in last dismay.
There is enough strife and despair all around
The wounds of discord are open and bleeding
The turmoil is rumbling to burst any moment
The time is ripe for all of us to build bridges,
Mend fences, and make the world, a better place.
Forget the unpleasant past and bury the hatred
Without wasting the precious present reminiscing
Enlarge the heart to accommodate one and all
To live and let live be our never-ending hum
The time is ripe for all of us to build bridges,
Mend fences, and make the world, a better place.
At no time opt for an eye for eye attitude harsh
Instead cultivate fondness for things and beings
Offer the other cheek without any confrontation
And conquer hearts by strengthening the bonds
The time is ripe for all of us to build bridges,
Mend fences, and make the world, a better place.
The life is short and no one knows when the
Final call comes, without any notice sudden
Leaving no chance to express one’s regrets
And to repent or to compensate the wrong
The time is ripe for all of us to build bridges,
Mend fences, and make the world, a better place.
Let us act, act in the living present; earnestly
Concede no moment to escape; insensitively
Seize every opportunity that comes our way
To make way for a harmonious living lovely
The time is ripe for all of us to build bridges,
Mend fences, and make the world, a better place.
In my perfect world let me ponder my thoughts
And tell you what should be, a world that's not fraught
To live side by side all colours and race
Before we implode and forever loose face
Protect all our children as they are our world's tomorrow
Appease their hurt and diminish their sorrows
Determine a sentence if your prepared to take life
Why should you live and leave others in strife
If the punishment declares that you live behind bars
Innocent animals are caged they never left any scars
Curtail the conglomerates who believe they are higher
Ceiling their profits and limit their acquire
Before they mine, deforest or drill
A down payment to be paid to compensate any spill
Health care to be made free for one and all
For those without Dollar why should they fall
To have to pay for a child knocked down by a car
It's a disgrace in our society that it's come this far
Schooling for all from kindergarten to graduation
Even University no pupil donation
If our country desires to prosper for it's future grow
Our working taxes should be suffice to allow it to flow
In all our cities, villages and towns
Keep our kids of the streets before they become clowns
For every population ratio, community centres to be built
By conglomerate profits that fester their guilt
Jobs to be created for many tasks to be met
Like coastal corrosion and border control to be set
There are many vast lands on our planet we call earth
So much space to be used, so deploy it for it's worth
Why can't we build pipelines bringing water to parched lands
Run by the government, creating jobs with these plans
Go down the green road using what nature creates
Wind farms and wave energy and become her soul mate
The above could all happen because we voted them in
If they don't do what they say, it's political sin
For my perfect world I have shared my thoughts
Please enjoy my words to your table I've brought
Sock monkey,
Cozy on my shelf;
Who knows you better,
Than the memories of myself?
Tears drenched my pillow,
I held you as I cried;
Through father's drunken fury,
Together we would hide
Little sock monkey,
I'd pray that I were dead;
Helpless was dear mother,
As we laid there in my bed
Alcohol's indignity,
A father's mortal hate;
You were my only ally,
No dreams to compensate
Sock monkey,
You never left my side;
Fear has made me stronger,
While heartache coincides
The years have brought me joy,
Time's left you old and worn;
Your hand-stitched smile's eternal,
No realm for mock or scorn
Here I am, a man...
A husband, a father, a friend;
Little sock monkey,
My companion 'til the end