Best Compleat Poems
Bowled over, kneading you, feeling sub-lime
from my head tomatoes. Hear my heart beet!
Eggcited, wonton you olive the thyme.
Donut you carrot all for me at yeast?
You’re one in a melon, sweet sugar pie,
forbidden fruit I find so appeeling.
Cherry on the cake, apple of my eye.
Has there bean love? Don’t berry the feeling.
It’s a big dill and takes two to mango.
I’d sacri-rice all because you compleat me.
You oat to love me. Peas, love miso!
Just food for thought. Chew that fat with your tea.
I have so mushroom in my heart for you.
A pizza your heart? Say yes, honey - DEW!
Dec. 28, 2017 for Viv Wigley's Food Fight Poetry Contest
i imagined finding a bottle in the desert sea
all encased with jewels it mystified me
i open up the bottle
and out comes a puff of smoke
it swirled all around
but did not make me choke
then out of no where
a form began to appear
it was you, my jennie
popped up from nowhere
you are my magic jennie
with power to grant my every wish
you wait for my command
but truly i am thoughtless
you are my wish
and nothing else would do
when it comes to wishing
i have no more to do
you and nothing else would satisfy me
you and nothing else would compleat my dream
you and nothing else would i write into this scene
you and nothing else would i make my queen
thoughtless yet am i
to all material things
your presence is my answer
to my sweetest dreams
your beauty is my treasure
such a wonderous thing
your spirit is my light
to you i'll always cling
so here to you i'll say
and lets be on our way
you don't have to be a jennie
just be mine everyday
It is the gift
when none was expected
It is providing those things
for those who are neglected
It is a word
when feelings are down
A pat on the back
though you fell on the ground
Joining forces
with those rejected
Helping compleat
so work is perfected
The hearts warmth
is in sharing a game
The hearts warmth
is in giving a name
The hearts warmth
an emotional theme
A feeling of comfort
receiving an offering
you light up my life
and have made me compleat
the one i would kiss
each day of the week
a year and three months
to this very day
i spoke to you last
before you went away
many tears have sence fallen
and screams i let out
just like laughter
uncontrolably out of my mouth
my greif scourges me
every where i went
yet to others i looked content
each day i kiss your picture
and say i love you to your name
i guess they're the thing i do
to keep from going insane
all these thing must have added up
to a small message from the God i trust
early early this morning
after i woke up a music box
played just a few notes
you light up my life
were the notes that it played
shocked and awed i was dismayed
but when i found the box that had played
it was the one i gave you
because of the song it played
(This is a true story)
to this life i live
for every breath i am
forced to breeth
to this existance
where i have a voice
to the places
where i have no choice
to the reasons
that i toil
for the child
that was not spoiled
to intentions that
motivated my invention
what am i ?
who am i ?
and where am i going?
what's guiding my feet to
where they are going
what guides my thinking
to what i am knowing
what inspires my voice and hand
to speak and write what i am
what does my future and past say
about my today
and if i die will my mission
be compleat
did i say enough
did i write enough
did i do enough
to who and what do these things matter
to me? what do i have?
to God? oh God what have i done?
to the world? yes, i left my mark
maybe a bruse but not a scar
i reached for the stars
climbed the mightest mountian
and gave 110%
and you say my reward
is with in me
all i can say is
please don't ask me
to do it again
i couldn't put myself throught it
except to know that
next time will be harder than this time
that what didn't kill me last time
might kill me this time
has my spirit been broken
or my gold been refined
how strong do i look
brokendown crying
zero is a number
one less than one
that makes it a number
not negative one
zero is a number
compleat in itself
zero is a goal
good for one's health
nothing is none
and empty is out
barren is imposible
yet silence can shout
gone is'nt absent
away is'nt naught
never implies zero
missing can be forgot
zero smoking, zero sex
zero taking chances on risky events
zero drinking, zero drugs
zero being responsible, zero falling in love
zero disease's, zero hurts
zero damaged reputations
zero wounded hearts
maybe zero cancer, maybe zero arts
maybe zero errors, maybe zero plays
maybe zero hatred, maybe zero AIDS
zero negativity, zero enemies made
Sometimes smileing is the hardest
thing to do
Knowing what I know, seeing what
they do
Sometimes I think my smiling is the
thing that makes things worse
It"s hard hard to think my smiling is
the cause of my curse
Sometimes I think by divine design
My best plans are twarted
My hopes and dreams would just
unwind
If something was what I wanted
If I could give my smile away
Joy would be disburst
My smile would try to fill the day
With the happiness it rehursed
My smile wants to smile
But instead tears they burst
Tears that come unwillingly
But from a natural birth
Tears that tell the secret
Tears that reviel the fears
Tears of untold sorrows
Tears from all the years
A million and one things
Could be hidden with a smile
Is a smile worth giving
With heart breaking all the while
Who would suspect the smile
The master of deceit
Smiles they go unquestioned
They make the deal compleat
But this day a day I did not choose
A day for my soul to sorrow
Today my smile I will not use
But save it for tommarow
A smile unabused a little less used
Ready for the world
But while this meloncholy stays
My smile will go unfurled
Homeward, on an hungry belly
En-route a quick long trek, perhaps
It’s the hard day-after-day norm
And the poor little boy is mind-full
He deserves some respite–
and even more
If only to furnish a compleat cycle
But, couching in an utopian suite,
was miles from the priority–
‘twas scarce and sparse;
like rainfall in the Sahara
Maybe it had to be invented-
a make-shift
Not a very likely pick really:
Plastered with harmattan dust
Everywhere strewed with literature
and scrap
and other features
of sanguine entropy
But no more of pleasurable comfort
Howbeit, with serenity and quietude,
it was his choice
Preferred above the Burj
Such was the incubator his mind reveled in -
Sandwiched like a worm in a book
in the tranquility of darkness
And when the dawn enters
It does with refreshing enthusiasm,
For there was enriching activity
in father’s room
We play we fight
But it never fills right
What is this thing that's in my heart
I don't know what to call it
Hate? Love? Dread?
Or is this only in my head!
I cant figure it out
You are my world
You are my enamie
You are my deception
What is this spell you have cast on me
I don't know what i am asposed to see
Are you asposed to be here
Or am i to let myself go
Free of the questions
Of all the things i keep asking over and over
Why, why, why? what am i to do now
Why cant i just find that missing
Puzzle peace so i shalt know
How my life should be compleat....
to be neat
and compleat
and walk that beat
make a star dress the part
from bottom to top
its all part the lot
when people stair
its
COMB AND HAIR
The most Compleat Angler that's ever been
A zillion worms he'd gleefully dangled
Lies cold and squirming, and sadly doth glean
He's feast for the worms used while he angled
seventeen syllables,
simplicity and spareness-
a haiku,I guess
Im afrade i have some confusion,
that my love for you is just an illusion.
and when i see you i feel dread,
and all these thoughts run thru my head.
about if i say "i love you " as a repeat ,
but i know i make your life compleat.
i don't want to hurt you ,
but i can tell if my love is true.
why do i have all these questions,
and i need a lot of answers .
but im scared ,
so be prepared.
by Libby =]
The prettiest thing I’ve seen today
Is often there a rare display
The shinning star in her constellation
That moves about insighting sensation
Like music to the ears
A treasure to the eyes
What the tongue calls sweet
A smile labeled compleat
Desire driven by the shape of the eyes
The hour glass figure is no surprise
Cheeks with dimples that paralyze
Hair tamed by curls supplied
The length of which says satisfied
How precious this feeling of being hugged
With eyes embracing the pinnacle of love
The momentary destination
Of heaven from above
The meaning of pleasure
Satisfaction without measure
Most Compleat Angler there ever was
With worms for company without fuss!