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CONTRASTS
intuitive
enthralling
with the startlin
discoveringstartling
of
commonality
paired together
receptive
&
so highly
esoteric
& radiant
a mystical theosophy
developing
exceptional
possibilities
of
controversial comparisons
yet
is profound
tactful
with
considerations
tinged
in an elegiac
mood
juxtaposed
individuality
unfurled
in
inscrutable
mysterious
shadows
marks
the sense
of being
in
magnificent
rectilinear
strokes
marvellous
engrossing
& illuminating
throughout
the
mind
& consciousness
in
the
mystery journey
so
wondrous
to fascinate
the lyricism
in
the complexity
of time
light
&space
THE HEAVYWEIGHT AND THE FEATHERWEIGHT
Poem written for Ridiculous Comparisons Poetry Contest, Miranda Hawley, sponsor, July 23, 2025
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There’s the elephant, a lumbering titan,
a true heavy weight with a heart that beats like thunder,
each footfall a seismic event,
a gentle giant, who with the grace of a ballet dancer
could crush a car if ballet were performed in slow motion
and involved a lot of mud.
Then there’s the hummingbird—a blur of iridescence,
a caffeine- sugar- fueled acrobat, a featherweight warrior
who sips nectar like a drunken poet,
lost in a world of fleeting moments.
It’s a tiny, feathered daredevil,
with the attention span of a gnat.
What am I thankful for?
As I lay here my mind searches
Afraid of waking up
it lurches
Vacilating within
the folds of my covers and brain
Trying to return
to my slumber again
Attempting to hang on
to my infinite creativity
That partial sleepiness
and rapid eye activity
Wiping my eyes
I'm partially awake
Giving heavy hands and legs a shake
Thankful for the hard decisions
I've been forced to make
The people in my space
who are real and not fake
So I ponder the breadth of my life
Sharing it with the love of my life
My sweeties tongue never cuts like a knife
She's my best friend
lover confidant and wife
The gift of family without the pretend
A life and future
Not a desolate dead end
I never expected
To find myself here
I used to loath
what I seen in the mirror
Now in God's Grace
I have nothing to fear
Now I am older
Feeling more content
My thoughts flow freely
I'm not bogged down in cement
Thinking the things I think
Now I can say what I meant
No longer linear
My thoughts can be bent
So I thank God
for an open mind
Knowing what it mean's
to open the blinds
If a man searches
he'll be surprised by what he finds
Love health and time
Should never be wasted
Food, touch and moments
are gifted to be tasted
Give more then you take
Your heart will be sated
Forget about comparisons
They are way over rated
Ambition and stuff
A poor substitute for living
Those who are take take taking
Have forgotten about the giving
Blessings change to curses
Not the place to go
Instead I want thankful
It helps my heart to grow
Richard Lamoureux
Written October 12th 2015
Contest Judged October 25th 2015
Trashed # 3 sponsor Broken Wings
It was a party of fleas who dropped some tea into the sea
Created a baby that left its mommy
Now there is an elephant and donkey in the room
So, lets asked who’s the bigger ***?
A spark, a flare, lighting a camel, an affair
Puff of smoke gone, what went wrong?
Bully the pulpit, who’s the culprit
Line drawn and divided by two
A state of iron bars but let’s call it a zoo
Divided into a system of them vs you
Don’t lose your autonomy
Though everyone is still just a monkey
Collectively a swarm of angry bee’s
The brilliants of hatred and judgment
The embellishment establishment pageant
Yesteryear's of days past are today's fears
Financiers, volunteers as November nears
Comparisons, divisions of wealth’s occupations
Frictions, contradictions, comedians
Who will be the next king of the jungle?
Both proclaiming to be the blissful angel
Tis the mating seasons bestial battle
Birdies tweets all about it on the their social
Scandal! Scoundrel! Oh, look there’s a squirrel
The eternal feral quarrel circle
The apex creatures are very territorial
For the king or queen, gerrymandering
The two-party system is the grand pyramid scheme
Bunch of ***holes looking up and bunch of **** looking down
Kiss up, gallop, gossip, stirrup, who will win the crown?
In this cage, enrage, what’s on the front page?
Who’s saying what about minimum wage?
Outrage about an issue? The cockatoos will throw a horseshoe
Here, eat this grass, here, pray at mass, or don’t
They will provide an antidote
Cheer, this one is such a deer, so sincere, so clear
Ok, the political evolution will find a way to prey on the economic roadway
Confusing rat race values, turn to the news and find out who will lose
Here, oats for the goats. No, the grass is greener over there
But be aware because there is a monster troll lair
Despair not of this nightmare, the election will swear to another road
The only condition for this prince is you must kiss this toad
Bam, the payload full of taxes and other critter’s pensions
Hurry up and cooked this eagle thanksgiving is awaiting
Tis the season for the hating, frustrating, debating,
Won, the elephants and donkeys parties are one hell of celebration
After-all in this zoo, the keepers and guests are laughing at you
Updated 5/14/2019
Form:
I carry this reminder everyday like a quiet shield inside me,
Shivanee,on days when the world feels louder than my own voice.
Of that fact I am alive, I am sure,even when my thoughts try to make me doubt my own standing in the world.
I wake up and move through expectations, comparisons, unseen pressures,
and sometimes I forget that none of it defines who I am becoming.
"No one can make you feel inferior without your consent"
and still I learn gently, slowly where I have been giving mines away.
There are moments I shrink without noticing,
letting the voices, memories, or silence decide my worth.
But then something in me pauses…
like breath returning after holding it for so long.
And I remember I am not what is said about me,
nor what I fear I am becoming.
I am simply here,learning to stand inside myself again,
without apology,without shrinking or validation from anyone,
Anatomically speaking
I would rather not let you see my brain,
yet you can imagine it the same way I imagine yours.
Poetics abound, but let’s not fall into that mind trap,
comparisons in the dark will teach us more.
Pull up a chair, be beautiful, I’m not old
In your brain, you are not young in mine. We are
sea creatures floating just under the surface
of the oily film of our affectations;
there in that saline soup
our brains swim, meet and assimilate.
Thoughts grow feelers long enough to find
our furthest reaches, no matter how far awareness
submerges, surfaces, or emerges,
these sensors don’t end where the skin stops breathing.
Show me your feet, and I will show you my hands,
we will paint them with a naked green and blue dye,
then print out our dreams on the air between us.
What I wish to say is:
brains need this kind of image-making,
otherwise two luminous jellyfish such as we
will never find each other
in this deep dark ocean.
I dream of a street I once resided on
An old dwelling, with galvanize fencing
A main street, with poor street lightings
I wake longing to be back there,
I remember the country, but not the heartaches,
Where I use to live and where am I now
Its poetry, it a google map, it history,
How did i get from there to here?
Once again it poetry, it was a drastic move
How i comes and goes in my dream of being there
Not the dwelling, not the whispering of the trees,
Nor the shortage of water, but the freedom of being me..
“Freedom is doing a job that I love. Not because I have to do it, but because I love doing it.” Quote
I just finish watching another Netflix movie.. About families
Unauthorized living: some of the plots could have been better
But, I enjoy the main characters, in comparisons to mine
Daniel was funny, too rich to be happy, too stupid to know how to live
He gives his bodyguards two thousand dollars just to see who cock was bigger,
To stupid to know how to live
Too rich to be happy:
A character like him needs to live on my street,
In that dwelling on the main street, without his daddy’s billions:
Being rich doesn’t stop one from being a whore,
Those sisters proven that in the movie:
A man will always be a dog, with his sniffing,
With my findings, Beautiful women suffers
more than ugly women do..
once in a while allow your mind to take you home
a place where you felt safe. During these ugly times:
Pressure to impress, perceived ineptitude, kills
Incapable of King imitation, blame plagued eyes
Publicly pressed to deliver sought after replica
Infiltrated by inescapable history Ben despised
Failed expectation driven prime of life suicide
Hailed Presley descendant, drifted pale ghost
Image Siamesed by status of rock relic
Near half century after legend's last show
Name advantage presented pedestal
Keough's fears disallowed him to use it
Comparisons ping ponged constantly
Admirers did so in Grandad's perusal
Poverty is struggle, earning the right to survive
Power's hunger pressure cooked untimely suicide
If my being is not born from words,
What am I, in the vast anonymity?
Not a sculptor of poems with the chisel of language,
Nor a painter stirring the carousel of colors.
If scars do not define me,
What drama bears my name?
The scream that scratches the walls of empty nights,
Or drops of ink spilled beneath the vault of my disorder?
If I am neither the marks carved into the soul's casing,
Nor the persistent echo of pain that beats in the chest's cavity,
Nor sheets of poems scattered on the bedspread,
Who could I be, if not a shadow?
I do not boast the gold of saints,
Nor do I carry my sins as banners.
Perhaps I am just an insignificant being with burdensome dreams,
Too tumultuous to find a place to rest.
Nothing but a word written on a forgotten page,
A weight that measures souls on the scale of the heavens.
A face in the mirror, a return in the thread of fate.
A comet broken with the longing to fly between galaxies.
If scars are not the script of my life,
What other scenario could outline who I am?
I wait for you to look at me with your third eye,
To see beyond masks and expectations.
Cast me to the lonely satellite of nights,
And I will state that I find myself in the darkness of its deep craters.
Extend the brightness of the stars to me, and I'll show you how they can get lost in the infinite.
Only if you could glimpse the truth lying hidden beneath layers of petrified self.
And if you dare, perhaps, to craft comparisons with metaphors that shy away,
You might just succeed in building a bridge over my unseen abysses.
And then, maybe late at night, I'll believe your whispers.
I never leave my point blank
Point Blank!
At the point of a saber
Now we are at the point of danger
The point shatters
Friends stab me in the back with daggers and i stagger
Grab her,Nah! but I'll take a stab at it
Aw! I never set hearts on fire or dash hopes at all
I aspire to inspire you
Now desire is a furnace
burning inside a word of encouragement
So i pour on your heart soft pure words
Uplifting impressions that just may last forever
Or at least brighten your outlook on life
And rare is a one who can make your day better
No! I don't consider to compare myself
to the choisest comparisons available
You know Stallions fight for the power
Men are no different
expect their words to be slippery as a serpents
Detect lip service
as they profess their minds to be a place of higher learning
I crash and burn then
I don't attempt to reach the highest level of stupidity
Echos of Justice descend into frescoes of the Liberty bell
Fractured as it is now
Snap^ Ice bergs rise up as you fall off the Ice shelf
Glaciers crack_-tons of ice grind into sluishes of Beautiful Love stories
Harmony sings happiness restored
Thoughts shared in the stillness
We can hear each other
Zero seconds to a Sonic boom!
O days left
It's Autumn and the leaves fall now
Flowers fade and overhead
shooting stars give their last light of Glory
And now new stars are born
to carry on, to die for a wish, to create hope
A voice coil expands
A tiger pounces on a lion
Two young cubs involved in a power struggle
I fall into Indian paintbrushes
I hear the petals crush doubts
No doubt about it