Best Complying Poems
The feline is stalking
without any talking;
her silhouette walking
in temptation.
On prowl she is searching
for someone who’s lurching,
or prey that is perching
in frustration.
Her raven hair shining;
her looks so refining;
her thoughts are designing
on sensation.
Her green eyes are peering
with looks that are leering
for someone appearing
in fixation.
At last her eyes spying
a vision complying;
a gentleman trying
for flirtation.
Exchange of small talking
without any balking,
and off they go walking:
culmination.
I tremble before you, my vying emotion
I thought I could be loved with complying emotion
My mirror used to love my sight
there is no more of that undying emotion
Neglect tore at me, scattering me into shards
This whole life of mine is fragmented by self-denying emotion
Love is what you give away
To anything but my trying emotion
If you came back it'd be too late-
You permanently left the scar of dying emotion
Rhapsody in Autumn
Rhapsody of colors spread sunshine of rays have bled
Falling leaves stir ahead blanketing onto grounds bed
Crimson skies sighing amidst flocking birds’ south flying
Canvased pigments complying within natures purifying
Watercolours thru walking of mosaic rainbows talking
Winter within blues mocking upon grey clouds blocking
Chilling air in breezing amongst running noses sneezing
Pies with pumpkins pleasing of ghouls hauntingly teasing
Orange painted town with camouflaging scarlet brown
All faces tainting frown Autumn of rhapsody turnaround.
...if anyone is interested, this couplet can also be read backwards.
Oct.04.2018
Vermillion Autumn Couplets
Sponsored by: Vermillion Scythe
N/A for contest
Have you ever stopped and asked yourself why
So many people on the Internet seem to lie
Instead of complying and relying on
What lives deep down inside
To spin their awful lies
That forces us to amplify
Because at the end of the day
A lie is still a lie
No matter how much you cry
These people think they are so sly
Betting that you will not pry
They only want to tell you enough to get by
How they think their story is ever going fly
Sooner or later you know
They are spinning a lie
Cant, they see it leads to our demise
Don't they realize any Internet lie
Always leads to goodbye
To their surprise, some of us are so wise
We see it's all one big disguise
Having to rely on what I know eye to eye
I'm the kind of guy
Who is always going ask why
You feel like its ever okay to lie
When I told you none of it would fly
If you cant back up what you say
Why did you bring me all this way
Just to treat me like prey
If you have no intention of being what you say
Oh Lord I pray
That it's not always going to be this way
I long for the day when the Internet
Can be like someone you just met
Instead of so many
Who makes it full of regret
Rather than a beautiful sunset
I won't let it discourage me
That kind of women just don't see
How important their word must be
To land a guy like me
What more can we do
We’ve done all we can except shoot back at you
What more can you say
Nothing you can say will take this pain away
You say freeze, we put our hands up
Ask for ID and then we get shot up
We’ve been protesting, told things will change
Another black man dead and things are the same
Some people couldn’t believe what we see
So we started recording and they still let the killers free
So what more can we do
What more can we say
When we ask for help
And get killed anyway
Pulled over and I don’t know why
They see I’m black so they make up lies
Search my car for drugs, cuz “that all we do”
But I am clean and they can’t except the truth
Put me in cuffs, throw me to the ground
I’m complying but asking questions too loud
So the cop puts his knee on my back
I tell him I can’t breathe but he doesn’t react
9 mins I’m struggling for my life
4 cops against 1, that ain’t right
Who would’ve known it would be like that
They took my life because I’m black
What more can we do
We’ve done all we can except shoot back at you
What more can you say
When more of us gettin killed every day
What can we do
When justice for us ain’t coming through
What more can you say
Actions speak louder than words any day
As a moth attracts to a flame,
I became; blinded by his blaze.
Leaving me wounded and dazed,
On the battle Ground is where we remain.
Leaking trust like a weak bladder,
Discharging accusations like violent explosions, of gunpowder.
Not believing in the love, I have for him,
Leaving Blood splats all over the arena.
Bleeding blood shot eyes.
Everything I have to say, he takes as lies.
Having no mercy for the man before me,
I become the predator.
Breaking up just to make up, crazy to others but works for us.
Love and war for the man I adore,
Late night bickering in engage peevish arguing.
Skirmish conflicts leading to intimate kisses,
of the battle of the sexes.
Some loving is what I really wanted.
Sexually yielding complying with the request of his desires, I admire.
I lay down on the battleground, surrendering my rights while he continues to play fight.
Lieutenant in his presence,
next in rank to my captain.
In love with his persistent makes me pursue this.
Never having to fight for his attention,
He gives me everything I been missing.
As he is taking charge, I am pinned up against the wall.
He is my personal lifeguard, my body as the main yard.
My love is the trump card.
Battling to death almost out of breath as the words I am sorry lay our problems to rest.
Until next time with our bipolar tendencies, he loves and dislikes me.
pouring
sexy velvet origins
ignoring
delicacies begging please
forming
mold and fashion flesh driven sins
storing
homemade ***** potion remedies
preparing
visual nude food female medicines
exploring
the view from subdued dirty knees
erotic deep massage sensualities
high flame temptation recipes
lust concoction cream filling candies
who is the bondage sandman
complying to your delectable submissive fantasies
audacious
lacy lingerie masked peep show
courageous
breath by exhibitionist neon winter glow
voluptuous
thick statuesque marvel from head to toe
sensuous
all the words that we speak and readily know
lilaceous
rose petal confetti falling like chunky snow
delicious
the smutty delicacies that we continuously grow
baby what's your favorite speak
that'll make your tongue weak
here I am your favorite freak
who'll take you on with lips of sweetness
you'll take, make no mistake
I revel in my shackled sexual deviant bliss
triggering temptation as we play
come here baby and have it your way
CRUISING ALONG THE SEA WAVES © Tanka
White sheets billow forth
Winds drive the sale boaters out
Through deeper crowned waves
Sea-tides ‘might’ held fast by reigns
Not complying right or left!
BURN © Tanka
Touch fire it does hurt
A flame sends comfort borders
Big fires small fires flare
Oxygen’s freeing from time
Be made aware to confine!
TICK-CLOCK TIMING © Tanka
Sixty counts one minute
Sixty counts one hour stronger
Counting days and nights
Mind-boggling black holes suck all
Into an infinity!
Spilling a stampede of ink's prisms in brilliant
words infusing a Poet's thoughts.
Conveying creativity to provocative
imaginations .
Implicitly complying to isolating reality
Creating new dimensions where
Clock's spilling time's perceptions living
the moment of now forever.
Clockwise wisdom from wicked word’s
of a Crazy mind.
Philosophically our minds process symphonies
of orchestrated word's allowing cognitive man
to stay in harmony with the mind & body
a climax of our souls.
Mind the symphony insane insanity
orchestrated by the body in climax.
Words infuse a person's thoughts.
Emotions are expressed by the pitch of spoken word's.
Words communicate & body language speaks
emotions relative to the words
infused of a person's thinking.
Wisdom can be found reading in between the lines.
A paragraph of powerful catchphrases speaks
melodies of a catchy tune & flowers of imaginations
bloom.
Philosophy is ergonomics of the mind.
Urban legends in the suburbs.
Sounds of absurd check out the proverbs.
Cognition is a subject of cognitive man.
Premonitions are permissions of man's cognition.
Relative to the fixed position.
Precognition is a psychic's dream
an heard but not seen.
Culture is a reflection of society's ideology
theories of mythology in series of theologies.
Hypothetical theories query a qued question.
The clocks bleeding times perception
of dimensions in galaxies
light year's away.
Romeo’s an architect of accentuating
love's aesthetics in romance.
Twice pleasing to appeasing
sentiments in orchestra's
of delinquent eye's to witnesses.
Accentuating abstracts in non-conformities
designs contemporary aesthetics
in modern times.
Contemplating exquisite elegance unique
powers doubling my mind's conspiracy
of forwarding complex sediments.
Orchestrated the dynamics time playing
noteworthy scales of creativity
All the syllables in a kilogram of lines,
echoing grams of killer dope words whispering
persuasive complexity.
A mythic's chanting elegant wizardrtrii
enchanting ageless philosophies elegance of
life's angelic orchids of ageless wisdom's.
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March 18 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Samuel 17-20
Key Verse– 1Samuel 13:37 David said moreover, The LORD that delivered me out of the paw of the lion, and out of the paw of the bear, he will deliver me out of the hand of this Philistine. And Saul said unto David, Go, and the LORD be with thee.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY DELIVERANCE CHAMPION
Lord God, You are my deliverance Champion
Who prevails against my pride
Thank You for rebuking me in engaging in worldly ride
Forgive me not following You with holy stride…
I draw near to You; in Your presence I abide.
Lord God, You are my deliverance Champion
Who purges my heart’s haughtiness
Thank You for securing me in Your gentle kindness
Forgive me not pursuing after Your righteousness…
I obey You; privileged to serve You with willingness.
Lord God, You are my deliverance Champion
Who protects my soul by Your loving
Thank You for correcting me of my vanity-craving
Forgive me not behaving wisely along divine striving…
I delight in You; dependent to You for my spiritual thriving.
Lord God, You are my deliverance Champion
Who purifies my faith in Your testing light
Thank You for illumining me about truths’ insight
Forgive me not praying with sincerity’s height…
I rejoice in You; clinging serenely to Your heart, closely tight.
Lord God, You are my deliverance Champion
Who presents my work wrought in Your hand
Thank You for allowing me to abound in Your ministry by Your command
Forgive me not fleeing from slothfulness toward diligence-stand…
I come to You; yielding to Your life-transformation that’s heavenly grand.
Lord God, You are my deliverance Champion
Who pacifies my mind, cleansed from iniquity
Thank You for granting me pardon for my sin-confession by Your grace-verity
Forgive me not claiming Your assurance of security whenever I’m guilty…
I hide in You; trusting Your guidance toward peaceful safety.
Lord God, You are my deliverance Champion
Who pours unto me Your favour
Thank You for upholding me in my faithful stewardship-endeavour
Forgive me not complying to You with my best commitment-fervour…
I cleave to You; blessed to enjoy doing Your perfect will of compassion-savour.
March 18, 2023
Having learned from principles of Scriptures
We’re admonished to leave the paths of arrogance*
Nourished along humility and meekness pastures
To reach-out others with God’s gracious extravagance.
Treading against haughtiness’ direction
We’re marching by the Holy Spirit’s command
Governed through heavenly wisdom’s unction
Surely complying to faithful stewardship’s demand.
*1Samuel 2:3 Talk no more so exceeding proudly; let not arrogancy come out of your mouth: for the LORD is a God of knowledge, and by him actions are weighed.
July 15, 2019
"Hope For A Brighter Tomorrow"
The sun will shine brighter tomorrow when...
...Humility's been restored and ego's not our lord.
...Truth trumps lies and every fake disguise.
...For lust and greed, humans no longer feel the need.
...Instead of justifying, with morals, are complying.
...Humans cultivate empathy instead of apathy.
...Quality matters more than quantity to score.
...Love lives in all hearts of women, children, men.
Written 2018-06-23 06:43:00 (EDT)
For Poem of Poems contest, sponsored by Charles Messina.
Panic buying
shoppers vying
People lying
not complying
They’re so greedy
others needy
No chips or bread
kids can’t be fed
There’s no pasta
pure disaster
No toilet rolls
For ‘our souls’
Pushers shovers
think of others!
We have been in lockdown for a little over a week, there was mass panic buying before the actual lockdown was implemented and the shelves were stripped bare as if by locusts in a field, it was 3 days before I was able to get a loaf of bread. Now everything is in stock and I've not had to queue for long with more than 3 people in front of me
01/15/21
It's Bloody Ridiculous
It's bloody ridiculous....
Make no mistake, Malaysians are such a complying lot....
We complained about traffic jams, road tolls and blocks...
A nitwit politician suggested waking up early and hitting the roads...
Like any docile citizens, early this morning I was already on the road...
Decided to leave 15 minutes earlier than usual...
Expected to have a leisurely drive to arrive in office much earlier than usual....
It is bloody ridiculous...
There was heavy traffic and I was just another blockhead on the way to work...
Along the drive, there's this litany, How can this be, am I not 15 minutes early...
There should much less traffic, it is only 6.40am, where's everyone going...
It's bloody ridiculous...
So many nitwits on the road, getting up early and rushing off to work...
So many average Joes, waking up early hoping to skip the heavy traffic flow...
I'm sure given a choice many if them woukd be rather at home...
Who wants to be the bigger nitwit, following up on that suggestion from a nitwit politician...
It's bloody ridiculous...
I'm sure all us Average Joes, we would rather be fast asleep snug in our beds...
Now imagine all those casually dressed slippered millionaires...
They are well cocooned, nestled warmly in bed and snoring into the morning air...
Here I am on the road, hoping to beat the traffic jam, never mind the air...
It's bloody ridiculous...
As deft remain, engender all else claim
obedience call so sacred but to twain,
the waterways dividing in remain
and never coinciding with norm's plain!
And so the answer chiding must refrain
while backing not away, impatience name,
the guard rail so defining enters main
the guesswork none exciting, none in vain!
What certainty reciting soul's arraign
and pieces fretting, hiding the mundane,
this quiet mystery, upon the focused gain,
God's purpose not inciting riots of fame!
That one address, faith's riding speaks the aim
my silent share complying, rest's contain.
That silvery sea of gliding unknown reign
is freedom . . . thought's arriving from profane!