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The Fisherman's Lament

Sailing across the ocean blue  Singing shanties with my merry crew We cast our nets into the briny waters To provide for our wives, sons, and daughters. But when are nets grew heavy and taut We heaved them up to see what we caught. And what did our accursed eyes behold? Fish with scales that glistened like gold. We cheered as our nets burst at the seams. We were rich beyond our wildest dreams! But my heart quickly sank to the sea floor As I recalled the warning we got days before. “Should you ever catch fishes of gold Remember the ancient warnings of old: Release them and don’t be slaves to greed Lest you anger the Merfolk with a selfish deed.” With heavy heart, I reminded my crew Of the solemn warning from Old Ms. Rue. They laughed and said, “It’s just an old wives tale!” And our captain said, “Homeward we sail!” I warned them that this was a foolish deed But my voice was one they chose not to heed. As they started to sail home with childish glee A great shadow loomed below the su...

Compliments and Comparison

A compliment falls flat

And becomes quite lame

When one turns it into

The comparison game.


When one says, “Your skill

Is quite amazing.

Now Jamie, look at her

You should do the same thing.”


When one says, “You’re well behaved.”

Then turn to their child, Drew,

And say, “Look at them,

And do what they do.”


And then Jamie or Drew

Protest and say,

“I am doing what they do,

Just in a different way.”


And then the parents go on,

Saying, “I know but…”

You want to escape, do something,

But you don’t know how or what.


So, you shift around

In your seat, in your chair

Look this way and that

Wishing you were never there.


Wishing the compliments had stopped

At “Your skill is amazing,”

“You’re well behaved,”

And had not been used for comparing.


Wishing that person

Had never said a thing,

Since the feel-good compliment

Contorts into a painful sting.


Wishing that person

Had not put you in the spotlight

Just so you would be burned

In the small heated argument in sight.


Wondering why a person

Would lift you up with words

Only to shoot you down, using you 

As their child’s role model afterwards.


The blessing the person offered

Quickly becomes a curse

Which they are unaware of

Which they do not reverse.


The curse imprisons you,

Brands you with a name

As An Unwitting Pawn

In the Comparison Game.


No compliment is safe

In the comparison game

They all turn to insults,

Causing embarrassment and shame.

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