Long Compensated Poems

"Smooth Big Cat"



He was one of those guys you just knew would be a dud. "Be nice", she said to herself.

She met him on the upswing from the abyss of a dismally closed final chapter....

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Whether you have come to possess this compendium of doggerel confessions by chance or by choice, should you decide to venture beyond this page, I politely suggest you consider the contents to be nothing more...

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I seldom indulge in letter writing 
Because I consider it 
To be a cold and illusory 
Means of communication. 
I will only send someone a letter 
If I'm certain it's going to serve 
A definite...

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MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE & THE BLACK LADY OF PARIS
Just south of Paris, lives the soul of me,
at my chateau, where few will ever see,
I'm compensated for the way
death lingers on from day to day
and makes each...

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MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE & THE DARK LADY
Just south of Paris, lives the soul of me,
at my chateau, where few will ever see,
I'm compensated for the way
death lingers on from day to day
and makes each night a...

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MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE and THE BLACK LADY
Just south of Paris, lives the soul of me,
at my chateau, where few will ever see,
I'm compensated for the way
death lingers on from day to day
and makes each night a...

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though many men,
(especially former Norwegian
bachelor farmers from Lake Woebegone, -
but one presently wedded
to another female for not quite
thirty orbitz around Mister sun) seek a booty call
compliments of Facebook (Meta) Messenger
yours truly (me - a married...

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2/28/21

Dang it
Still doing the same s***
On a planet that is overpopulated
Always getting faded
And intoxicated
Often facing Goliath, call me David
I won and was elated
I also loss and got frustrated
My ego rose or it deflated
The one continually...

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‘Twas but a mist-enshrouded speckle
dark-painted on looming horizon.
Petty worker holds unwavering watch,
silently, stealthily keeps his eyes on.

Forward motion undeniable,
each passing minute size increasing.
Small heart stands alert and viable – 
beating fast and tremulous; though, never...

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Think about this
That this globe may soon provide
For eight billion people
And yet has struggled like a tide
To find some shore arable
Enough to unsalt a trees root.
Over all the years
When we were but millions, truth
Was we...

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Utmost nadir of despair found
this atheist craning his neck skyward
hearing resplendent August orchestra
today June 10th, 2022
choral symphony may sound absurd,
but...mine supreme auditory sense

(compensated with poor vision,
i.e. extreme myopia) impossible mission
driving after dark
genetically injured
acute undoubted gifted...

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In Times New Roman, I font
to hitch wagon to a star.

Alias Adobe Jenson Albertus Aldus here
wed Alexandria (Algerian, an all around
American Typewriter gal) scattershot
with Antiqua ancestry, she told me
after I Aster while Aurora Borealis

shimmered overhead,...

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Tried to take a picture, but the world wouldn’t sit still
and I don’t have the breath for a thousand words.
Fantasizing what I have to say, knowing I never will -
subordinate to suppressive hands like a...

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starry eyed cloud of surreal angels

utmost nadir of despair found
this atheist craning his neck skyward
hearing resplendent August
choral symphony may sound absurd,
but...mine supreme auditory sense

(compensated with poor vision,
i.e. extreme myopia) genetically injured
acute undoubted gifted courtesy,
viz cochlear...

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Alias Adobe Jenson Albertus Aldus here
wed Alexandria (Algerian, an all around
American Typewriter gal) scattershot
with Antiqua ancestry, she told me
after I Aster while Aurora Borealis

shimmered overhead, while temporarily
embarking on long day's
journey into night
("yule Jean," I uttered
for...

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Unaffordable, yet valiant speeding, 
tailgating, and zooming Pep Boys, I cannot dodge. 

Yours truly grief stricken
(sob... sob... sob)...
wheely hard to bear
this anticipatory anxiety
riddled joker impossible
mission thwarting despair

death knell tolled (told),
woebegone news, I did fear
hears stunned...

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Marry Your Best Friend To Get the Best of Both Worlds

Not many can claim they met their spouse in a battle of wits
much less the fabled (don't believe a word of it!) Internet.
But my uncle,...

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Mi Padre, 2012
V. Ortiz Vazquez ©

Bears the mark since child birth
Incognito until childhood
Development blocks transformed part of his destiny
Twin brother carries the severe load
Not only does he stumble when speaking but also when walking
Both deteriorating...

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Perfectly conceived in the Almighty’s omniscience 
she was breathed with life wondrously by the Creator
granted full freedom to accomplish entrusted role
which according to the Scriptures, is “an help meet for him*.” 

As such, what right...

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Years go by and memories dim and fade
Many, once so close and familiar are gone
Most of them have faded into oblivion
But those of whom one can never forget, stay on

Oh, dear Appa (Dad) and Amma...

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“She seemed happy. I didn’t overthink the fact that she didn’t sleep well, wasn’t exactly open, and would always say yes to me; I thought it was anxiety from being in a relationship. I, too,...

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A dying woman's suicide note. 

While writing,
I am trying to find a reason to live.
Amidst this chaos of heartbreaks, 
A coward have I become!

I have forgotten how sweet 
The bell of hope rings; 
When the...

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I was in between jobs at the time and running short of cash,
so without a need to now explain my future don’t look flash.
I tramped from door to door to plead my unemployment case
in a...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Reparation
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: July/2014


Why  can't we 
get paid?

We want 
our
reparation,

for 
lost wages
of
our labor,

since
the
Atlantic Slave
Trade- began

Reparations
for pain 
and
suffering,

from being 
auctioned 
as 
commodity,

to
racist
White men -

We were sold 
off,

to 
different 
slave owners,  

displacing us
from our 
mother, father, 
sister, 
and 
brother, forever -

We demand
to be 
compensated,

for our
separation 
from 
family -

We want reparation
for
false imprisonment 
as slave's.

Why can't we 
get paid?

What we...

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The road that has been improved and widened would’ve yielded many unexploded munitions. I’m curious how many were found and wonder how many thousands still hide unfound. Sections of the trees/grass by the road are...

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