Best Compensating Poems
Mardi Gras "The Medieval Story"
On a hot, heavy night in Orleans,
Joan and Jane were seen rubbing chest on chest
An inviting, intimate moment, to undress
Two pretty trimmed tops, eating like dames
They touched in ways, that drove those who make war insane
The secret spilled before the sun sprawled across the floor
Medieval England, banging on iron set doors,
All around men and women, wanting to witness the whiplash
Beads and beads of love, thrown at their feet
Joan' and Jane', having fun in front of, yesterdays courtyard
Sweet acts of flagellation were performed to stimulate the crowd
Screaming, and receiving, intense, brutal lacerations
In the eyes of endless nudity, everything wet in between
Left to right, a secluded society, dance in masquerade
Two men rise and ravage Jane, from hip to hip
Join-in, was a Jouster, and Lord Johnsburg,
They came in a little closer to claim, Joan
Closing, and inflicting as much damage as possible
Crestfallen forces of the unknown, -the audience grows
Remain firm and indulge this wet period of the Middle Ages,
The first crusade held stones in each hand,
Applauding to neck the beauty of friends
A noose hanging high held no head on this day
Yelling to feel the pain perils of anguish,
This was in reality the vassal of Jane
The King, ask to see them on their knees
Before he seeded, sending the Spanish tickler,
Fetching for the finest skin
At her end, Joan, watched Jane, spread like never before
Perfumed skin, rising up in smoke, -Joan's final stroke
Left burning at the Stake, In a Medieval World, from hell
The Siege of Joan and Jane did not end well
A lonely Bard, now sits and sings a sadistic tale,
A tale, of dirty deeds, -a dancing bloody masquerade
Joan and Jane, compensating for the Mardi Gras Parade
By: SKAT
Colours bounce in euphoric ecstasy
and another day is birthed, in melody,
as the dawn brings forth emerald reflection,
the sun playing on the looms of nature's glee
with the nightingale's whistle in a harmony.
Dull on it's perch,
determined in his search
for a jewel in creation's crown,
a partner for his song to emerge,
he prepares to lurch.
He spots her on a lake,
a white rose, a snowflake,
drifting on crystal serene,
a beautiful image to make,
her beauty in its surroundings partake.
This fragile goddess
with his best song he tries to caress
and the brooding bud,
a stunning glory ageless,
unfolds to his tune, guileless.
Yet when she tries,
her voice defies,
and he knows she will not sing.
A sudden sorrow in her eyes,
she bows her head and sighs.
But song, his voice like a lyre,
her beauty, her eyes of sapphire
make for a perfect match:
all creation they admire
together compensating for flaws like ice and fire.
It was just another ordinary day
Scattered notes are all over the place
Drums trying to maintain a certain beat
Guitars either strumming or singing
Violins studying their scales and arpeggios
The piano pouring out its player’s soul
Clarinets and flutes blowing out harmonies
A mesmerizing vocal cuts through
A white butterfly flutters freely
Basking in the building’s flowing melodies
Students rushing in and out of the cafeteria
Sheet music in their hands while eating
Leaves of variant colors fall from the trees
The wind blows in one direction
Compensating for the scorching hot sun
Taking turns as nature takes its usual course
Old friends reconcile and greet each other
Re-living past memories and narrating the present
Speaking of profound concepts within their discourse
Anyone overhearing may be left confused
It was just another ordinary day
Scattered notes are all over the place
Many things happening all at once
Yet the resonant music remained unnerved
weary somber skies daub teary clouds outside my window
while in my heart dance rainbows to blissful cheery melodies
inner compass compensating for the fickle sun gone awol
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Beth met James on the nudist beach,
Splashing and crashing around.
He had revived her with mouth to mouth,
After she’d nearly drowned.
And Bruce met Frank on the nudist beach,
Sunbaking on the sand.
They’d rubbed lotion all over one another,
As they both had slowly tanned.
Then Shelly met Coral on the nudist beach,
They both played in the water.
Shell was there as a friend of Bruce,
And Coral was James’ daughter.
All seemed fun on the nudist beach,
From a distance they all got along.
The invisible was the anxiety,
The things that were really wrong.
Beth thought she was defined by her weight,
And James thought he was too thin.
And Bruce had only just come out to Shell,
And Frank had just buried his twin.
And Shelly’d just left an abusive relationship,
With a woman who was emotionally screwed.
And Coral detested the scars on her body,
Compensating by overeating her food.
But on the beach no one judged,
No one shamed or embarrassed or humiliated.
They all respected, appreciating their company,
A natural life they’d wholeheartedly celebrated.
They had all met on a nudist beach,
It was a place of honest and free and of pure.
They could each be their instinctive self,
The nudist beach was their natural cure.
Only a toddler, self strewn upon the Walmart floor like paper
To be swept up from its tantrums against a cuddling breast
And I saw tomorrow like a Pisa leaned on old men in distress
The error is not in them, but in the fruit brought to the table soon
Who called every dew that drenched the dawn a bitter tear
And rot the root of the breaking bud compensating for drought
A fruiting tree needs dry season to hold the blossoms firm
Mothers need tomorrow as reason little toddlers squirm
For every child is fresh foundation for the future of our years
*Image of Philanthropist by Pixabay.
Shark-Thropists
Loan Shark
treacherous jeopardous
sponging laundering doctoring
endowments championships extortioner shylock
fundraising equilibrating compensating
charitable magnanimous
Philanthropist
2022 August 13
No illegal search and seizure
Says amendment Number Four
Probable cause necessary
Before we break down your door.
The warrant spells out what they search,
Describing things they will seize.
So hide them where you know they won’t
Go to the judge, and say, “Please.”
Number Five’s an uncommon gem
It says we won’t take your life
Without due process of the law,
Or by talking to your wife.
Testimony from yourself, and
Oh, yeah, double jeopardy,
Will never be responsible
For removing liberty.
We will not take your property
For a bridge or a highway.
Not without compensating you
But, please, stay out of the way.
We’ll never pay you what it’s worth,
Nor what the market will bear.
We shall pay you what we think’s right
And so what if it’s not fair?
So now we come to Number Six:
Speedy trial for you and me.
Impartial juries we will have
‘Less the press first runs the story.
We will inform you of the crime
They think you have committed.
And let you confront eyewitness
And a lawyer, not dim witted.
So here we are, now at Seven,
But this one’s kind of dicey.
It’s about the common law,
And the cost of controversy.
The courts have set some precedents
From the beginning to this year
So put this one from your mind, but
Don’t let lawyers know your fear.
Punishment cruel, or excessive
Is listed in Number Eight.
High bails and fines not imposed
Except in a crime of hate.
This allows a sentence of death
When combined with Number Five.
So, while stoning is a no, no.
Injection can take your life.
The rights for you, herein displayed
Shall not be the only item.
Number Nine says it right clear
Other rights are not denied ‘em.
This simply means, to you and me,
We’re somewhat free, to a point.
Beware of our society
For they say no to that joint.
This now brings us to Number Ten
About powers left on the rack.
If it’s not stated by this doc
States, and people, take up the slack.
The constitution delegates
Power to the three branches.
But if they overstep these bounds
Beware election chances.
More of Horn Anti-Trump Haiku
What we felt was wrath
Suffered after aftermath
From Trump President.
Is horsing around
Good as playing or fooling
While Trump is ruling.
Needed a sharp knife
To cut through the Trump Traffic
Always tough to do.
Here are my latest.
Another way of releasing feelings
and compensating for a President
who has an inferiority complex.
Dad
Surreal,natural feeling of unblemishment
ecstatic maybe one concept of description.
My daughter, only sibling,grandson compensating
previous miscarrage,grandaughter soon to prevail.
Love instantly flowing,from a scan photograph
fullfilment being the operative word.
A prewaming welcome to the world,an unborn grandaughter.
Paul Beadnall for:
Sponsor Constance La France ` A Rambling Poet ~
Contest Name A Short Poem, Please
What is a racist, what makes them tick?
Is it taught by their father, or are they just born a dick?
I wonder if they feel important, while tearing others down.
Can they find self-worth by causing others to frown?
Maybe it’s a lack of pride that causes them to rant.
I’m hoping some can change, but maybe they just can’t.
I don’t quite understand, why some stab others in the back.
Maybe they are just compensating for something they lack.
Could it be caused by the mother, not showing enough attention?
Why do some choose to hate, instead of showing affection?
There is a little saying that could help that trip and fall.
If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all.
Maybe they need a good hug or a kiss on the cheek.
Some positive reinforcement might stop the hate that they speak.
Is there a magic pill that could save them from being sick?
What is a racist, what makes them tick?
while working one evening at the plant,
an older man began explaining to a younger man next to him
just how easy it would be for him to get away with
killing someone.
the young man,
now more attentive than ever before
(once the older man mentioned that he would have no problem
killing someone),
sat there while the older man laid out his plan---
he explains that he would use an older rifle that he has hanging in his
house (one whose make no longer exists),
and that he would simply drive up next to the house of the person he
hated,
and while waiting with a scope on the rifle,
from a distance he would pluck his enemy’s life right out of them
as to him it would be
“just like hunting a deer.”
the younger man digs down deep within
for that part of him that feels could kill
and responds to the older man:
“i know could kill somebody & get away with it too---yep, just like
killing a deer”
the two agree that after killing whomever it is that they want dead,
they’ll feel better because said individual will no longer
be around to annoy them.
and the gunslingers build up their stocks of
guns & ammo
they breed their sons to love guns & if they don’t go off to war
after being spoon-fed grandiose amounts of patriotic
excrement
which will prepare them for being
hired killers
somewhere else in the world,
they stay at home within these borders &
fester.
the american gunslinger is a special kind,
one whose history comes from the celebrated
“wild west,”
and who shook fear into others that would stand in their
way---
these psychos want to be able to parade around with their
big cocks out
so that all the world will see just how much of a man they
really are
(in their big trucks with their big guns, compensating again &
again, so obviously, for their itty bitty peenie weenies).
as an inward, xenophobic, extension of the empire,
directed within
at itself---
they are doing a bang up job!
(the following extrapolated
thought thread exercised,
NOT utilized to intimate
how Fats Domino belied,
and wowed a crowded house as-sized).
as a former ace procrastinator, i abhor
putting off doing what best ought
to get immediate attention bar
ring some extenuating dire circumstance,
sans mishap with flying car
pet case in point being unexpected a bomb
bin able crisis necessitating
hypothetical individual impossible
to remain calm
while in the process
(assisted with good ole mom)
to hoist self with one's own petard,
which emergency best warrant a re ward,
otherwise if fate doth NOT
require one to break
from ordinary business as usual
to enlist the "FAKE"
help of a grenadier,
who doth make
his/her livelihood
risking their life,
and limb without quake
king (obviously compensating bravery
as he/she doth stake
out mortal danger with adequate adorn
ing mortal kombat
with ample legal tender and/
or promising first born)
for unstinting mettle,
especially tolerating accompanying
martial baritone horn
player screech (like fingernails
scraping blackboard)
in close proximity - eliciting a scorn
ing glare from soldier spy
tinker tailor with a torn
smile while trained
special ops named Bjorn
incurs deadly hazard from one morn
to the next amidst adversity
shouldering care worn
Marine's motto semper fidelis,
which unnecessary loss of young life
predicated on add
age, viz being at the least,
a day late and dollar short egad
inadvertently dooming
princely valiant warmonger,
a mere stripling lad
whose mourning brings
heavy pallor of sad
ness, which imagined situation - aye
tangentially congruently analogous by
and by to the butterfly effect,
or sparrow's swan song i.e. die
destiny wrought, when one dost espy
a single occurrence no lie,
(the flickr ring, instagram
ming, kickstart ting well nigh
linkedin shutterfly of a butterfly)
say twerks catcher in the rye,
hence no matter how small, thee or thy
can change the course
of the universe forever,
no idea how nor why!
Crawling for many days
my knees getting dark
my hands losing its soft touch
increasing anticipations on my mom's face
still soiling my clean panties
At last, my first step
joy shooting across mama's face
uncontrollable tears tumbling down her cheeks
me laughing,advertising my two milky teeth
a moment of pure joy incomparable
mama and i drowning in innermost love
My second step,
my legs wobbling mama stretching her arm
yearning for a hug
But no, my first heavy fall
a tear trying to fall
mama quickly compensates me
not willing to destroy the moment
compensating me with sweet breast milk
An outsider required, to maintain relations
Reasons of difference, bonds of similarity
Joy felt, compensating for years of hollowness
Blood thickens, only through supplement.
Spoken lies laughed off, through mockery
Signs of clarity, distorted by unwilling eyes
A voice of reason, silenced by replacement
Brewing frustrations, releasing green steam.
A day of deprivation, reminding of dependence
Electronic addiction, silencing conversations
The nurtured norm, altered by a temporary presence
Consequential traits excused, through lavish gifts.
Ties that unwind, a stranger feeding a cohesive pretense
A penniless son, warranting no affection from his father.