Scavenging relentlessly
Some critters find food effortlessly
Like possums, skunks and raccoons
Though not one of them carries a tune...
The arctic wolf rarely fills his belly
~ but at least he can howl at the moon
It's so easy to look with envy at others
thinking satisfaction can be won
by taking to yourself what they've got
when in the end you don't have fun
Comparing yourself with others
is never such a good idea
for you always are tricked offline
wishing to hear with a wax-free ear
Two days can change a person
for no couple of days are ever the same
yesterday's self always requires better
not to think so never brings you fame
Looking at someone else is not wise
even today it doesn't ring true
for you were made what you are
not as anybody else but just truly you
So compare you truly as you
look upwards move forward being wise
show yourself as one self-approved
others see you as one of the good guys
(Quote:
'Compare yourself to who you were yesterday, not to who someone else is today.')
- Jordan B. Petterson (Canadian Psychologist)
Jodie Foster is frying peppers and eggs
~ it is late and her legs ache
as she scrambles the yokes, sautés jalapenos.
Today a jerk once again
compared her to the movie star.
Not for the first time
she considers changing her name.
A loud noise upstairs. She freezes,
she recalls the movie: Panic Room,
runs to her downstairs closet,
bolting the door behind her.
Footsteps descend, she imagines
it is the real Jodie Foster
in her role as Agent Starling.
The other Jodi
cries softly in the dark as she clutches
a Dollar Store spatula,
a utensil that will never work
as well as a real branded one.
I relish spring's green growth; plants at their best
and babies after mama birds build nests.
But I cherish summer trips on fishing boats,
going barefoot, bare arms, no caps or coats.
Fall embellishes with gorgeous colors
but it’s back to school and few days outdoors.
Summer can have hellish heat from the sun
but then swimming makes for all kinds of fun.
Winter’s also nightmarish - snow and ice storms;
a fireplace brings comfort, hard work that warms.
Nourishing summer’s heat ripens gardens
corn on the cob, juicy watermelons.
Finished. No season’s perfect, I suppose -
outdoors is why I think summer comes close.
You, like idolatry
clean and holy
me, like mud holding
heavy footfall, reluctant
to let go
You, like the optimistic
flame of an iron
lantern, radiating
me, like the pallid moth
trapped inside, embracing
the flame to get
it over with.
You, with footsteps
fading from my ears
as you recede into
the concrete ocean.
me, standing still
as a shipwreck watch
as leaves ebb and flow
in streams, casting
worried looks my way
The woman is
milk juice,
the man is
sugarcane juice...
the woman is
Apple pear,
the man is
lemon fruit...
the woman is
for pro sec
the man is
brandy...
the woman is
sweet potato,
the man is
manioc...
the woman is
the heat,
the man is
popcorn...
the woman is
violin,
the man is
trombone...
the woman is
basilar,
The man
it's acidity...
the woman is
the road,
the man is
truck...
the woman is
a garden,
the man is
the wilderness...
the woman is
to forgive,
the man from
kill executioner...
the woman
never is afraid,
tô donate
the man is
afraid to surrender...
the woman is
Calm sea,
the man is
angry river...
the woman is
beauty flower,
the man is
proud cactus...
the woman is
right sure,
the man is
kinda crooked...
the woman is
landlady,
your man is
farmer...
But love is a strong link
that promotes communion,
love is the amalgam that unites them
and do party in the heart...
Separated they produce nothing...
but together they bear fruits
in creation...!
Comedic contortionist claims clubfeet;
consider carefully, circus clowns cheat.
Chico chipped Carson City's carved concrete
clumsily chiseling cheap cardboard containers.
Charlatans can calm capitol complainers
confounding Congressional campaigners.
July 6, 2022
Jodie Foster is frying peppers and eggs.
It is late and her legs ache
as she scrambles the yokes,
sautés the jalapenos.
Today a jerk again compared her
to the film actress.
A life she never wanted keeps invading her reality.
Even though she was born earlier
people consider her the ‘wrong one.’
Not for the first time
she imagines changing her name,
A noise upstairs, the woman freezes
then runs to her understairs closet,
bolting the door.
Footsteps descend.
It is the movie star Jodie Foster,
She has a gun and is seeking her imposter.
Life-scripts are merging;
she understands why she has always avoided
cliffhangers - suspense thrillers.
Jodie cries softly in the dark
clutching a Dollar Store spatula
that will never work as well as a branded one.
Comparisons made by ego
Negates our uniqueness
Let go now, oh hermit, let go
Entwine with That oneness
Choose tranquil quietude
God connect attitude
In blissful solitude
Self-made prisons
Comparisons
21-October-2021
Quietus
Notes: PS says ‘uniqueness’ has 4-syllables. HMS and we say 3. :-|
Fruit bowl without fruits
similar to supermarket shelf
without goods...
Trees without leaves
and flowers, equal to
blind without guides
For all time, my darling, I am willing to wait
In this dark, achromatic void of emptiness encompassing me
‘Round and ‘round, as a carp circling the bate
Still unsure whether this privilege will bring pain or glee
Thereby embarking on a grand pilgrimage of esprit
Let yourself straight in, for I’ve been waiting so tenaciously
Often contemplating your very existence ‘til it aches
Venturing— as a hummingbird —hurriedly yet graciously
Excavating each new blossom, quenching my heart, ‘til it breaks.
People aren't perfect, for sure this is true.
They don't always do what they say they will do.
By the same token they often aren't guilty,
Of commissions, omissions that some will deem filthy.
Nefarious crimes, using darkness for cover,
Lest someone find out and all is discovered.
While often it's true not all are trustworthy,
It just isn't fair to be in a hurry,
To lump all in together and say there you are,
One's as bad as another, the fruit don't fall far.
Common sense tells us in some situations,
Most mistakes are made with the bet of intentions.
Don't be too quick to be judging your neighbor,
For sure some day you may need his favor.
Decide for yourself what works for you,
And don't criticize what your neighbor will do.
No one does anything the same way as you,
And the truth to be told you don't want them to.
It's rare that you'll find one exactly like you.
A soul mate, a brother, the same through and through.
Most people are different, not exactly the same,
'Cause individuality is the name of the game.
Jodie Foster is frying peppers and eggs ~ it is late and her legs ache
as she scrambles the yokes, sautés jalapenos.
Today a jerk again compared her to the movie star ~a life she
never wanted keeps invading her reality, even though she was
born earlier, people consider her the fraud; the fake, the
'knock-off.'
Not for the first time she imagines changing her name, but always
there is a fear of not being compared to anything at all.
There is a loud noise upstairs. She freezes, she recalls
the movie -`Panic Room.' She runs to her downstairs closet,
bolting the door behind her. Footsteps descend - it is Jodie Foster
in her role as Agent Starling. Jodie has a gun and is seeking
her rapist from a previous movie.
Scripts are merging. The Jodi who cooks peppers and eggs
understands why she has always avoided cliffhangers - suspense
thrillers. She cries softly in the dark as she clutches
a Dollar Store spatula, a utensil that will never work
as well as a weapon, than a real branded one.
The woman is
juice to milk,
the man is
cane juice
The woman is
Apple pear,
the man is
prickly pineapple
The woman is
Prosecco wine,
the man is
porto...
The woman is
sweet potato,
the man is
manioc...
The woman is
the warmth,
the man is
popcorn...
The woman is
violin,
the man is
trombone...
The woman is
basilar
The man
it's acidity ...
The woman is
the road,
the man is
truck...
The woman is
a garden,
the man is
the backyard ...
The woman is
of giving forgiveness,
the man of
killing somebody
The woman
gives without fear,
the man has
fear of giving
The woman is
Calm sea,
the man is
angry river
The woman is
beauty flower,
the man is
ugly proud
The woman is
pure thing,
the man is
kind of crooked ...
The woman is
owner of the land,
the man is her
farmer...
But love is strong link.
which promotes communion,
love is the bond that unites them
and makes the feast of the heart ...
Separated nothing produces ...
but together they create humanity ...!
I want to live in a healthy place,
at least as mature as junior high school,
where who I reciprocally love,
gay or straight or span-sexually in-between,
is not a political and economic football,
a wildly bouncing and rebounding issue
full of hot air
for others to kick around
and divest of
as they lose punishing interest.
Yet who we choose to hate,
deviantly or not,
is a BusinessAsUsual privatized non-issue
for an unhealthy society
to publicly notice
before quickly fading
into private live and let live fields
of NO TRESPASSING apartheid.
I would strongly prefer
to never apologize
for who I healthy love,
and daily apologize
for,
and maybe to,
but most certainly with,
those I unhealthy hate.
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