Best Complementary Poems
Bestowed with femininity,
wisdom, elegance, and grace,
exemplifying dignity,
daughter of the human race.
X chromosome integrity
ordains attributes endowed,
according by propensity,
a nature kind and proud.
Beauty and vitality
anoint her noble gender,
magnum opus artistry
imparts celestial splendor.
Her marvelous complexity
gives complementary disposition
to valiant masculinity
for a perfect coalition.
Exquisite physiology
yields licentious pleasure due
the wanton sensuality
of erotic pas de deux.
Magnificent hologyny,
woman becomes by thy behest,
sacred vessel of posterity,
with honor ever blessed.
My choir director
is a painter
a music stand her easel
the choir loft her frame
her canvas is the air
we breathe in
and synchronously exhale
Sixteen voices are her paints
organized by color palettes
low ebony hues down there
bright primary tones over here
complementary colors placed in between
the accompanist creates a background wash
under her attentive ear
Following her calling with tenacity and talent
her hands pirouetting like ballerinas
expressive decisive intentional
coaxing cohesive chorales
conversing with the rhythm
she paints a sacred symmetry of
sanctified synergy in sound
// for Janet, my beloved choir director and bride of 35 years //
written 2 Aug 2020
*Been posting some heavy stuff lately. Time for a bit of levity.
"Hey babe, you're never gonna believe this. Crab fishing in Alaska has been cancelled for 2023."
"I don't understand, dear."
"Well, according to the paper, all the crabs have 'left the building.' It's crabs no mo."
"But where did they go?"
"Ahh, that's the mystery, indeed. Some are blaming sockeye salmon, whatever the flip that is. But I have my own theories."
"Sigh. here we go..."
"Yeah, I figure the little buggers finally figured out that not getting out of the way of the sweeping net is really sucky. Or maybe they all went on strike and decided that ending up on dinner plates was a crappy way to go. Then again, it's possible that alien visitors sampled the tasty crustaceans and transported the lot of them to their home world. Of course, the prevailing conspiracy theory has it that a certain former president with a craving for crab monopolized the fishing industry in Alaska and hoarded them all in ginormous freezers at his Florida resort. All I know is, I'm gonna miss our seafood Sundays. Shrimp and lobster just ain't the same without a complementary pound or two of crab legs. I really believe the end of the world is here."
"Poor, poor baby. By the way, seafood Sunday is on this weekend. I was able to snatch up a few dozen pounds before they all did the Elvis thing."
"Seriously? Kewl. Crab Armageddon will have to wait. Hey, have you noticed the price of beef lately? There goes my Saturday steaks on the grill. I've got some theories on the present crisis..."
"Yes, dear."
My life was droning along, quite monotonously
like a tired, worn-out song... drawling endlessly
Then one day it happened- two whole lives affected
a simple letter was penned, something unexpected
The letter said “How 'bout it? Can we write a poem together?”
I wanted to say “I doubt it” and avoid it altogether
But the letter said it's “more fun” to write in collaboration
so I said “Okay, let's do this” despite my reservations
We picked a topic at random, I didn't know where to start
but as soul-fated chums, we wrote complementary parts
I started in the middle, while she penned beginning and end
when put together, it made us smile- and we were instant friends!
That's how I came to know her- yes, this wise and clever faerie
a friend I love the very best, a creative visionary
Poems only our tribe would “get”... our silliness in synchrony
I am so glad that we have met, I'm sure she would agree
Like loving mothers, we watch enthralled as our muses frolic and play
such wild creations- we love them all, surprised by what they say!
This describes how I became friends with my dear soul-sister, Caren Krutsinger... the first of many awesome people I would meet on the 'Soup!
My ornamental garden is one of the rare ones
It requires of course "green fingers"
a lot of patience and love
With complementary colors
Allysum, Lion's mouth, Tagetes,
Petunia, Soffila, Bluegrass,
Sinnia, Verbena, Surfinga,
Diligent Lise, Asters, Cosmos,
Million Bells, Pegonia
and Fuksia is just a few
of the plants that can be found
in the many flower beds and pots
A paradise for bees and butterflies
they sip sweet nectar from my plants
Nature's compositions are complex
and nicely customized
A sense of Nirvana and deep meditation
Welcome to my garden
share the ability to enjoy the sunshine
and the flowers in simplicity and harmony
25/10/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Writing Challenge, October- Flower or Flowers
Sponsored by: Dear Heart- Wiishkobe Ode
1st place in the contest
Awaken to citrine sky as
Birds are heaven bound
Canvas rich true complementary colors spun.
Delight sensation of sweet scent does tease,
Enchanting pink sunshade trees intertwine
Fervor poetic strokes in cherry blossoms.
Glide through, as time sweeps away a
Humble early morning light.
Impressionistic intrinsic appearance,
Jitter to tomorrow’s mystic splendor.
12/16/2023
hey buddy, I have to tell you,
you stink just like rat pooh!
raw effluent smells so much better!
I wear a gas mask so I can breathe around you,
to say your dirty would be complementary,
I hear you work in a mortuary,
ain't that where all the dead heads hang out?
you, your head, you nutter!
get back to where you belong, back in de gutter!
did I use to call you bro?
a mistake, now I know!
I need fresh air gotta go!
before I do I bought you a bar of soap,
no, not to eat man, you on dope?
a word you do not know, 'wash'
now, now don't get violent put away that cosh!
go have a bath, with the soap use wire wool,
might stop you looking dull.
if you struggle, go get your brother,
no, not me, I'm no your bro,
a few lines back, I told you so.
right now I have to git,
when I get back I'll probably find that you have shrunk.
that's if you managed to shift ten years of gunk!
In case you do, I'll bring a shovel, cos ain't that wot you do best?
shovelling pooh, ten years of mess,
and the rest!
catch yuh later,
got to go going to meet your sister!
05/17/18
8 Mile Style Poetry Contest sponsored by Nick Trim
complementary
harmonious double arch-
scent of petrichor
7/21/2020
Poetry Contest: Haiku or Senyru'
Sponsored By: Constance La France
Fashionable Fall flaunts her lustrous leaves,
catwalks flowing flora with earnest ease.
Haunting lullabies from the quaking trees
cast chilling currents from mountain to keys.
Dancing diamonds of glistening glow
show skies with promise of soon-to-be snow.
Sunrises and sunsets are a fireworks show
scattering the stars like dice in a throw.
Gowns of complementary colors trace
ribboned harvest fields at riotous pace.
Swirling with natural, elegant grace,
her glamor failing and fast losing face.
Tattered trees largely stripped bare of their clothes
leave a psychedelic pathway that flows.
With each rowdy breeze, it gustily blows,
and turns pale snozzle to a reddened nose.
With stinging, shallow breath and crimson cheeks
embrace lacy lakes and mountains’ paling peaks
till Winter steals through Fall and solemnly seeks
favor for upcoming ice-hearted weeks.
TalAngela JamIN
Dance in the early 19th century
There’s s a woman named TalAngela, complementary
She was a pretty woman she wears a crown
And she surely knows how to get down
TalAngela wore 10 inch heels
While out on the dance floor she would reel
Her step be on point
As the music lit the whole joint
Ragtime music began to gain mainstream respectability
Her desert on the floor the cakewalk, tippy-toe
TalAngela racket, quick foot cuts space
And sideways slides, performed in either place
Three-forth such a gallop in redowa, in the waltz
Ooh we we not getin lost in the Foxtrot
Ahh! Show them girl you can dance
Dancein cause got has a smooth gliding feeling frank
Tango Teas, reneasause got me on my tippy-toes
Ragtime begin to gain mainstream look at her go
Popularity around the late 19th century and into the 1910s.
Redowa triple time come on down girl friend
Spin around three times with me
Grizzly Bear growl at me
Run on them two legs luv
, Foxtrot, Duck Waddle, Bunny Hugs
What kind of gentleman is love?
How bout, it Turkey Trot stepin hard
Ooh, you stepping on the right spot time
Black Bottom move groove N rhythm rhyme
Combined shoulder and hip movements spin that dime
A modified national craze get them hips rotatin rhyme
The Texas Tommy
Swing dance in San Francisco African Follies
The Texas Tommy breakaway step
In an 8-count rhythm move your tummy breath
Ooh! Getting down swing like in African Follies
There was this woman named TalAngela Dolly
And she knew how to get down
TalAngela wore 10 inch heels she does
10/8/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Dedicated VERSE FOR SHASTA SIMMS ANTHOLOGY #2
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 (Mom) in Heaven
As the days of Christmas draw near, memories parade
Not in an orderly queue, but in a jumbled mass
And your loving faces, before our eyes, flash, and fade.
Leaving inerasable memories, you departed in silence.
When sick or unwell you always wrapped us up in prayer
Now you stay in a place untouched by stain or strain.
From there, you watch over us with tender care.
When festive days arrive, we miss you so badly
Though days and years pass, we feel you so near
But we know, you cannot come down from your sphere
To be with us on this day to give us cheer
So, transcending the boundaries of space and time
Our hearts rise high to your loving presence
Where you stay secure from all sadness and sorrow
And abide with your Heavenly Father in perpetual jubilance
We see you celebrating Christmas with Jesus
Along with the ethereal throng in great joy and mirth
Kneeling by the throne surrounded by angels and seraphs
Listening to their celestial choir, glorifying the holy birth
On this festive day, we send you warm Christmas wishes
Wrapped in memories of the times we were so deeply loved
With loads of gratitude for the warmth you gave to last a lifetime
With an assurance that we will live up to the ideals you avowed
Though gone, every day we feel your presence,
Especially when lonely and lost, unable to find our way.
At the rim of the far-flung sky, we see you as two stars,
Blazing our path with the trail of light you shed on our way!
_______________________________
(My parents made a compatible pair
Being together for long 57 years, as man and wife
Far from perfect, yet complementary they fared.
One’s weakness compensated by the other’s strength
One’s rigidness indemnified by the other’s light heartedness
Graced with a rich sprinkle of compassion and piety,
With their strict adherence to the lofty ideals of life,
They set the solid foundation for our value system.)
_____________________________
Dec. 12. 2022
~Placed Second~
Christmas in Heaven Poetry Contest
Sponsor. B.J. Legros Kelley
a butterfly alights upon my hand
an ethereal insight completes my verse
BANTU an imagist couplet Each line a compete idea,the 2nd however constrasts with a complementary description or explanation or metaphor thereof
love lies on the side hypotenuse
from where that right angle is
often love's functions seem abstruse
lost at ocean's bottom with Atlantis
yet complementary, our numbers add up
by degrees are ninety, true and square
feelings pour right to the loving cup
opposites and adjacents uncommonly rare
looking at all the angles to triangulate
and compute toward infinity's revered
will the points be cartesian for this mate
do measured dimensions seem a bit weird
what of the other points on the line
of our lives, that we traverse insistently
do they see us as converging just fine
heartfully crossing space with felicity
cons and pros measured on protractor
terms balancing both sides of the equal
trying not to drop any important factors
will it be originally good as the sequel
the mosaics of the world pieced together
to form colorfully muted sharper vision
complacent or attentive to futures whatever
it'll be angled and trigged with precision
© Goode Guy 2011-12-16
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trigonometry
http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/abstruse
there are three sides to any point, what's right, what's left, and the rest.
Oh, Ravi Varma, you are a legend!
When I look at this Indian postage stamp
(brought out in your honour),
a miniature of your self-portrait
with the inset of your painting
of the legendary Damayanti
with the mystic swan,
I am of course reminded
of the well-known little narrative,
the episode from the grand epic—the Mahabharata:
Princess Damayanti interacting with
the soothsayer-swan, which,
at the moment, is suggesting to her
to take King Dushyanta as her spouse—
in the ensuing swayamvara, the moment of choice
(of a husband from among the suitors),
and Damayanti listening,
with bated breath, to the mystic bird.
My stream of consciousness takes me
to the originals—oil on canvas:
the strikingly common feature in both the portraits,
I must observe, are the observant eyes—
Your bright, beady, artistic eyes
And Damayanti’s glittering eyes
that nearly give away the excitement
surging in her, the bhava;
and her bhava, too, her posture.
My thought stream takes me further
to the other eyes in your enchanting array of portraits—
of the celestial Mohini with her bewitching eyes
And the legendary Shakuntala with her alluring, lovelorn eyes—
to mention just two.
Your artistic mind visualized the scenes
and your eyes didn’t fail to capture the bhavas,
and the bhavas, that is, the feelings
together with the complementary postures.
Oh legend, you have had your accolades—
national as well as international;
You also had to face turbulent criticism;
you still face it.
But, as we know, it’s not the grounded aircraft,
but the flying plane that faces turbulence!
***
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