All that is comparable is not pointless,
comparability, by all account is what makes me feel special.
Does the figure of your anger make you shiver?
I cannot help but stop and look over the unforgiving void.
Are you upset by how overpowering it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the void so
irresistible?
Once absent, who will really come looking for me?
Would it really be too bad if you disappeared?
Does it upset you to think about your absence?
Tourmaline filled with flawless obnubilated sheen
A soft expression of what your existence in my life does mean
How do you put a value on perfect connection?
It is as if you were meant to be my life's intersection
Do you truly appreciate what you mean?
You are happiness personified within my observations glean.
Affection to you I will give with no hesitation
Your adorable amber eyes worth consecration
A experience without a means for comparability
An extraordinary example of what is true humanity
Oh sapience of musings, oh savior of poetic art!
How longingly I seek you out to inspire my ballad
When lassitude of the night envelopes my mind
And grimace of dawn darkens shrouded in fog.
Oh lyrics of melodies, oh harmonies of music!
How eloquently you speak in articulate dreams
When wordless melancholy poignantly echoes
And voice of emptiness confiscates my themes.
Oh redeemer of words, oh language of feelings!
How musically you evoke rhythms of symphony
When broken phrases languish in depleted ink
And haze of confusion subjugates my euphony.
Oh oratory of wisdom, oh intellect of vocabulary!
How metaphorically you divulge motifs of imagery
When ineptitude of simile diminish comparability
And wordplay disappoints in misplaced analogies.
Oh allure of meaning, oh enticement of literacy!
How singularly you elevate cadence of my poetry
When decaying thoughts linger forever miserably
And creativity encounters nothingness of drudgery.
October 5, 2020
Placed 1st: When there is no inspiration poetry contest
Sponsor: Silent One
Can you anticipate God's power?
Can you know what He is going to do?
I used to do that a lot
I used to think and think I know what He is going to do
But He proved each time that I am not going to know
That what I think is limited comparing to His
He always does above and beyond what I think
I used to be mad at him
Thinking that he wouldn't do what I wanted
But you know what? Each time and every time
So now tonight if you are mad at Him
Know that He will come through
More that you can ever ask for
But in His own way
You will see His way is more than yours
His gift is more than your equal
Now how is that for comparability?
You can't compare it, friend
If you are going to wish for something
Know that He will outdo you
That is how He is
He would never let you teach Him something
It will be the other way around haha
As I've learned
So much of what I learned
Do you have anything to spare?
Considering all the people there, it’s a big state!
Many members from New York have talent that's great.
Poets hail from Syracuse, Rochester, Albany,
Plattsburgh, Scarsdale, White Plains, or Schenectady.
They may come from Niagara Falls or Binghamton,
or one of the five boroughs such as Bronx or Brooklyn.
From Long Island Sound, to as far west as Buffalo,
the poets from New York are the ones we should know.
These folks can write up a storm of impressive poetry.
Their fanciful works defy comparability.
They live anywhere between Yonkers and Utica.
The numbers of their great poems are a plethora.
So we salute all our members from the Empire State
You are the people everyone can appreciate!
Give to me sweet gentle mist.
Thoughts complete my world turbot.
Of peace whisper peer cool fist
their voices music cords cane doe.
Unspoiled world pound stepsister.
To the children who spoiler
the most where ditch prankster.
And death elope they oilier
in the graveside bolier.
Wickedness poignant thoughts pomp
over magical tole.
Ride to hide in apses pomp
billow clouds angels clutch coal.
On fear diversification
inevitability
aulthood precipitation
beauts comparability.
Most Children of war are the objects of pranks and hatred of men. The beauty of {beauts}
life is to grow well, safe, and strong but for war torn countries this is not the case.