Best Compensations Poems
What doesn't thrills me,
it doesn't conquer me...
which doesn't lift me up,
vaccinates me against...
What makes me feel fine,
feeds me...
what harms me,
I leave it behind,
and throw it away... !
First Snow
Daylight~
My world is covered with pure white snow
Untarnished
The branches of the red pine out my
Window, softly comforted with a thin blanket
Of downy fluff streets, unmarked by soot,
Await transgressions of human movement.
One contemplates at such times~
Hats, snow boots, scarves, packers and
Don't forget to throw the heavy survival blanket
I bought from Joyners in Grand Marais Mn...
(On one of my annual camping trips to the far
North with my daughters as they were
Growing up, showing them where to find
Peace in the real world God Created)
...Into the backseat of my car for those
Unexpected moments when caught outside
Demands prolonged warmth to avoid frostbite.
Naturally, one takes personal inventory
At such times, compensations really,
Mostly age related, necessities for making
It over the winter hump to hoped for, Spring.
There are tools I engage > seed catalogs begin
Arriving, thoughts of renewal, both of nature
And myself emerge in my thinking.
Am I worthy of such a renaissance? are there
Apologies or pleas of forgiveness needed?
Satisfied with conclusions, I convince myself
To venture forth in this clean slate ouside,
Properly self-chastened to avoid past potholes,
And enjoin my gentle imprints with other
Intrepid wanderers of the north country.
~ early November in Minnesota '18
I sometimes forget advancing years
Then a reminder blindsides me
Senior discounts, free Tuesdays
Sad eyes in my mirror
Daily aches and pains
Compensations?
Little voice
Love you
Nana
Earthquake broke out
Disaster came
No prevention but salvation
Fate is to be blamed or
God is to be blamed
Loss of properties
Deaths
Destructions to landscape
Countless and unpredictable
Where compensations won't work
Salvation will be
The most important part
They do their parts and
God will do the rest
People will come back when it's over
And life will start all over again
They have the courage to come back
But not the courage to leave the place vacant
Why
Just as puzzling as
Why should they suffer from an earthquake
For centuries
He comes like the tide
warm sunset eyes, gather stars.
On the sands I wait for miracles,
my mind leaves those lofty spires
Love has no compensations,
needs no diminished returns,
pure ivory dreams kiss me,
Heaven in deep agreement of my soul.
Verdant hills of mystical spring,
Music like the joy of birth,
His voice speaks in satin whispers,
his poetry like winds caress pines,
fire of the elves and songs
with kiss of dawn and dappled bliss.
We are entangled,
symbiotic night tides refresh.
Women who live singly and privately
suddenly become preys to fleas,
who are seeking self serving opportunities,
If they aren't married they are considered
old maids, or bombarded with innuendoes
and clandestine propositions,
The lengths people will go through to make acquisitions,
includes tales of work and corporate compensations,
when deep down it is the "Johnny Syndrome" set in
motion to cause corruption and defamation,
Why do folks assume that unmarried women need to
be controlled?
Does being married mean many women have sold their souls?
or are husbands really "Johns" in disguise,
Our changing world is proving to be not so nice......
Birthday Funk
Little ones can’t wait to mark the passage of time,
Presents and cake, everyone making a fuss.
Young folks use this time to push out their chests
And say,” look at me”; I’m responsible, I can vote!”
But pass a certain mark and the gifts you get
consist mostly of slippers you can warm in the microwave,
Or Barry Manalow CDs….and maybe some thoughtfully sweet diabetic candy..
Because” You look like you’ve been putting on some wt.” .Ha!
Last week I heard”Let me help you with that sack of flour”,(5 friggin #’s)
Or “ you know there is a senior citizen discount offered today.”
You become terrorized by your mirror and
Spend a lot of your time squinting at fine print,
You have to guess at the menu because
Once again you’ve forgotten your reading glasses...
And will NOT, even consider borrowing his…
Even for a slightly better blur.
But, realistically I know there are compensations for getting older,
Lets see, hmmm, I’ve forgotten what they are. They’ll
Come to me. When they do I’m going to write them down.
Seen my pen?.
These are not donations
But only my frustrations
From working all workstations
Yet no compensations
For Calais formations
From all my creations
Confrontations leads
To my deviations
Exclamations
In need a vacation
I feel vibrations
Cause my expectations
Is I meet expectations
Form:
Uncommon Sense
Uncommon sense comes to the fore,
Secretly telling us what lies in store.
Memory can be misplaced;
Destiny must surely be faced.
Fame vanishes into thin air;
Undue longing leads to despair.
Live, but never regret;
Forgive, but never forget.
Repent, but have no remorse;
Guilt sets the mind off course.
Loneliness right down to the bone;
Silence echoes the sound of stone.
Suspicion has very little trust;
Curiosity is considered a must.
Love often fragile emotions tear;
Sorrow never tender emotions spare.
Mystery contains a diaphanous veil;
Revelations tell a luminous tale.
Stupidity often inspires reproach;
Arrogance always dares approach.
False hopes linger as a taunting;
False desires linger as a haunting.
Restraint breathes without complaint;
Respect glows brightly like a saint.
Challenges at times can be bold;
Fulfillment comes in out of the cold.
Infancy bubbles like a fountain;
Adulthood like climbing a mountain.
Raw youth enjoys its fiery sensations;
Old age has its cold compensations.
This poem never seems to end;
Its uncommon sense desires to be penned.
Golden Years
Golden Years who’s kidding who
It’s a farce It’s just not true
Try us old folks to deceive
More like rust I do believe.
Take ARTHRITIS when your old
OH how we suffer in rain and cold
Next is OSTEOPAROSIS settling in
Meaning your bones are getting thin.
ACHES and PAINS seem to be
The ones sent to cause us misery
Then you start taking lots of pills
To help you get through all your ills.
But there are compensations too
By all the seniors discounts for you
Places that offer savings galore
Darn it who could ask for more.
But At least we manage to survive
And think how lucky were still alive
And still with family we are able to share
All the love that’s always there.
All our friends are still there too
Supporting us the whole day through
So now we can forget the pain and all
FOR WHICH WE RUSTY GOLDENAGERS THANK YOU ALL.
R. Taub
If it were to be foe, I could bear it; He was my friend;
Why should he betray me? In public that too; at the end;
I kept him aside like a bone separated from meat,
Avoided the rarest of places where our shadows might meet...!
Public bus burning case of nineteen seventy seven,
Had peculiar facts and fancies fermenting like leaven;
My sister and brother-in-law had engulfed by fire,
Leaving their only son survived of all dangers dead-dire...!
Those survived, like the escapees of great Titanic wreck,
Claimed for compensations; wherein my nephew, little speck;
With me, as his advocate sought his mother's ornaments,
To give him as right of inheritance and sentiments...!
My friend, defendant, established as though it's an urchin's,
No doubt, our relation, like drought-cracked earth, got deterrence;
I worked hard to look-after my nephew; to make him great,
He's an entrepreneur now; I felt, I had won my fate...!
I wanted to know, why my friend did it for me; for what?
You are always for your nephew - he said- who is for that...
Friendship should be understood as loving service he said,
I understood; cried and embraced him; all differences shred...!
Could I call this forgiveness, yet? No. This, indeed, is love.
Has loving my friend, any limit? Love comes from above;
Giving and taking and supposed agape has its limit,
Doesn't forgiveness of less forgiven cross all summit...?
03 July 2022
Forgiveness Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
COMPENSATIONS
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NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
The Young and the Still 22/7-2011
Walk softly now
on the green lawn of sorrow.
Too many tears shed
may turn it into a maudlin
Hollywood quagmire;
and make grief a way of life.
Open wounds fester and turn
into an anger against oneself.
First the blame game,
then demand for compensations.
But there is not enough
money in the world which
can heal broken hearts
So let go now and let millions
of roses celebrate survivors
as we remember the dead fondly.
Reward
To live in the misery of the past unable to let go
of childhood’s unhappiness but let it fester and
grow till adult life becomes unbearable, demands
of recognitions and compensations, because their
suffering must be taken up polished and with time
a jewel to show the world. This you owe us and we
deserve what you give us, although it will never be
enough even when the gem drowns in blood by those
who got in the way of the righteous path.
Never forgive or forget, let hatred be your leading star.
For some, things in heaven more real,
nothing from earth granted to conceal.
Comrade of the wandering heaven,
scares characters and their impression.
Desires of someone that must be,
compensations tragic here not to see.
Misty morning by prayers waken,
visions of solution gently taken.
Earth circumferential constellation,
Aries rising and fire energies relation.
The spirit tameless, swift and proud,
to the egos will all needs to be bowed.
Spirit fierce and impetuous,
the adrenalin that’s called dangerous.
Will take form from deepest tone,
releasing energies thereon.
Day moon in serene grace disposition,
gentle natures clock submission.
Lack of patience takes virtue to pieces,
giving destiny no real releases.