The high moors slant giddily over gritstone edges
where torrents overflow gallons of sky.
Grouse are blown sideways
by a bone-twisting gale.
The land is harried by fishtailing winds,
a sparse tufted earth blown beyond its roots.
In the valley, cats crouch; dogs snap the air
their barks as full as storm-drains.
Torrid echo’s outrun stampeding frights.
In the village pub,
locals move away from the smoke grimed
rattling windows,
gather around a coal fire in the taproom,
speak about past storms, compare and contrast.
Street sparrows survive
by doing what they always do,
though nobody knows how, what or where.
Sleep or sleepless nights
soft blanket white TV screen
sleep is all I want
Compare and contrast
the use of symbolism and imagery
in the following two poems
by Gerald McDumb Bell
The test question piqued my interest at first
the poet's name and all
After glancing at the poems, though
I doused them in wood alcohol
Wooden half-desk folded down into place
Textbook open, pencil poised
Einstein poster on the wall observing
Equations flying across the blackboard
Cumulonimbus clouds of chalk dust
Float across the classroom precipitating knowledge
I am an eager student with eyes fixed straight ahead
Teach me
Compare and contrast:
the Art of a sunset
the Astronomy of a total eclipse
the History of former warlords
the Architecture of new beginnings
the Geology of relationship tectonics
the Archaeology of buried dreams
the Poetry of first impressions
the Sociology of boy meets girl
the Physiology of a first kiss
the Calculus of two bodies in motion
I am an eager student at the Academy of You
Teach me
written 15 Jul 2021
Add a in b
Multiply c with d
Divide e with g
Compare and contrast p
You will get t.
Note. You have mastered it.
Is it really a skill that I have in my possession
Or is it just an obsession, not even worth a mention
Can everyone do what I do
Or is it as easy as accessing the loo
Can words be manipulated, manifested into something sweet
by just any person you can find on the street
Do I hold the talent to find the balance between fiction and reality
Can I paint a picture, create a duality
Can I compare and contrast, correctly using like or as
Have I acquired enough vocabulary to become a visionary
My wish is that my pen is never stationary, always flowing, forming letters, into words, into sentences
I hope I never have to feel a repentance for the work I put out
But let's not have any doubt
I know I can be a great poet, I just have to show it
The mind is an echo
Reflecting someone's belief
Like the notion of death
That leads us to grief
Merely bundles of thought
Tied up in the past
Forming identity layers
We compare and contrast
Programmed for survival
Hardwired with fear
Emotional alarm systems
For when I am not here
The mind is deceiving
With a compass I roam
One dwells in yourself
To find the way home
Do you have what it takes
Do you have stage legs
That won’t break?
Can you make eye contact
Do you know the difference
Between compare and contrast?
Can you weather the storm
In spite of illusionary harm?
If you meet all the criteria than you’re the one
Who’s conquered inferior and your
Confidence is superior
Human suffering via the lens of social injustice juxtaposed to the same past.
Enslavement, slavery, and Indian removal from their sacred lands
Who hands are damned?
The universe is included.
Terrorism
War
Famine
Political asylum
All compare and contrast.
Historical movements for the cause,
Today we are a backwards spiral - no joy.
As nations of people become one in a country, the government becomes corrupt.
Are we the democracy that embraces tyrants?
Lack of equal protection of the Law
No due process going on
Just a picture of corruption
Religious emergence has occurred.
Social Theology is the covenant.
However, no one wants to face-up to the capitalism that has self-destructed.
Personal recourse is not within an Ayn Rand world
That belongs to the work force.
I pledged alliance to our spirit and our soul when I was child preparing to enter the
business world.
This agreement was written in the Preamble.
Why is it today ignored?
________________________|
Penned on May 05, 2014!
I’ve tried out a brand new form
It’s strange and not quite the norm
It’s been tried by two
Now how about you?
It’s honey, so start a swarm!!
Tried by R L and F J
Just let your pen find the way
To bring it some fame
Please join in the game
Try it…now what do you say?
Eileenesque sounds so divine
You need to try out your rhyme
Reverse the quatrain
No, it’s not a pain
Results can be quite sublime!
This is my one shot at fame
I know, it does sound so lame
Make my wish come true
Or I’ll just be blue
My life...will not be the same!!!
I want to thank Richard Lamoureux and F J Thomas for trying out my form. My poem…and the explanation of the form you will find under this title….Revenge’s Reward….Richard’s poem is Word Play….and F J Thomas’ Poem is Life’s Invincible Circle- Eileenesque! YES!!!! I had originally thought each stranza could have a mono-rhyme going on so it would be easier to make that fifth line that is tagged on to each quatrain “fit” but you can compare and contrast and give your own feedback. I’m just tickled pink that these two lovely friends and poets made my…..DAY…WEEK…and MONTH!
Whether we where this or whether we where that. The girls that I’ve been with or the guys that you attract.
Any given problem have it known I got your back. I just hope that leaves it proven that a friend you’ll never lack.
Ever since I met you only good vibes you’ve been giving. You offered me your heart but mine you have been steeling.
To get you gotta give that’s just called the cost of living. So if you need me scream my name as long as I’m still breathing.
It’s a shame that friendships die, so why not let this one last. Let’s keep trust and faith right here and let the time just slowly pass.
If we agree or disagree it don’t matter its still a blast. And tell me that’s not perfect we compare and we contrast.
The reason were this close is cause were different than the rest. We only speak straight up only real s**t we address.
The special bond we have is the power we possess. Were examples for our peers and two symbols for the west.
To die, to hope, to love, to give
To fight, to hurt, to want, to live
Life as a star, scorching heat, burning bright
Under the sun, scorching heat, reflecting light
Angels and demons all burn by flame
Illuminated, they are the same
Under the sun, within the mind
We are one, light leaves us blind
Compare and contrast, how long will we last?
Slow to fast, quickly, before we're passed
By our morals, convictions, the sun above
By our zeal, ambition, the moonlight love
Swallowed instead by our stubborn lethargy
Consumed, mislead, by our comatose apathy
Do not rely on the sun to always give
Do not lean on light, life eternally to live
Time is long, life is short, passion even less
Reason can be sound, memory can be stout, the mind can regress
Choices can be wrong, life is short, plans turn to mess
Answers can be found, decision and doubt, chance prone to guess
Spend wisely your brief life, utilize passion to find purpose
Remain fluid and elusive, overcome weakness, pursue your bliss
Life is like an ambiguous script
It is nothing more than a over developed metaphor
Not so neatly packed in a box
Nor does if project nicely from the lips
What metaphor teaches a moral lesson
It all seems absurd, contradictory, and inconsistent.
Life is like a sphere out of control
Void…less
And... vacant in a fast... spinning world
There is no compare and contrast
Heaven and Earth are unrelated subjects
Yet... the narrators, they keep navigating
Using the masses as his primary subjects
To those, who have made the world their stage
I am tired of the nonsensical images you create.
Life is spirit
and
Heaven holds no ambiguity
Dream big, they once said, then anything you’ll be
The pressure is on by the time I turn three
He'll be doctor, an actor, win Olympic gold
There’s no longer time for the playdough to mould
No time for decisions the clock starts to tick
You must push him now to become the first pick
Dream big, they once said, then anything you’ll be
My age has now tripled, shot up like a tree
I’ve learned how to listen and do what I’m told
The world is on fire, no sitting, no cold
His test marks are high, but he lacks concentration
Investment ready made, copyright imagination
The graphs on the wall teach compare and contrast
In more than P.E. we are told to run fast
He’s bright, no doubt, but due dates he misses
Shape his focus, his structure, stop doting on wishes
"Into Eternity
Where all is one
There crept a tiny mad idea
At which the Son of God
Remembered not to laugh"
- ACIM
Beckon fraternity
As I have none
They leapt into my sacred shadow
The even and the odd
Revered on my behalf
- For Him
(ACIM stands for A Course in Miracles which is written as an epic poem in iambic pentameter
style by a woman named Helen Schucman in 1976. Strictly speaking she scribed it but that's
been debated).
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