Best Flatterers Poems
A new wind blows I can but see
A hidden depth to agony
A coming drought of faith again
O Lord, let me not seek in vain
To know beyond the veil of life
My purpose here, for what my strife
In your sunshine and in your rain
O Lord, let me not seek in vain
Your love to know and ever share
To cast off fickle bands of care
And trust you through the fires of pain
O Lord, let me not seek in vain
To right life's wrong on human kind
And lead with patience too the blind
To the fountain cleansing our stain
O Lord, let me not seek in vain
Nor with the flatterers here join
For paltry praise and rusting coin
Against thy grace and truth's domain
O Lord, let me not seek in vain
Kingdom's crumble, silent the word
Love shot down, a featherless bird
I hear anew sins rattling chain
O Lord, let me not seek in vain
But let me hold your cross still pure
And stand with you forevermore
Where thunders roll and floods are fain
O Lord, let me not seek in vain
How happy is he born or taught
That serveth not another's will;
Whose armour is his honest thought,
And simple truth his utmost skills!
Whose passions not his masters are;
Whose soul is still prepared for death,
Untied unto the world by care
Of public fame or private breath;
Who envies none that chance doth raise,
Nor vice;who never understood
How deepest wounds are given by praise;
Nor rules of state,but rules of good;
Who hath his life from rumours freed;
Whose conscience is his strong retreat;
Whose state can neither flatterers feed,
Nor ruin make oppressors greate;
Who God doth late and early pray
More of his grace than gifts to lend;
And entertains the harmless day
With a religious book or friends;
This man is freed from servile bands
O' hope to rise or fear to fall:
Lord of himself,though not of lands,
And having nothing,yet hath all.
My Philosophy Of Love
The winds up high in the heavens above mix on till the times of never is forever
These words do flow on like a fountain mingling off to the rivers as so the oceans,
Forever till all these endless hearts are all filled up as in the consuming of flatterers of ever
As one is heavenly touched with a supercharged energy of deep emotions;
Nothing can really compare to the mere thought as all the world is single
To think of things being consumed by a collage of laws being so divine
Fairest of all is one logical spirit who has brought on to meet and mingle
Have you not thought of me for I shall literally be for you with thine ?
Can you no see the mountainous steps so high it may have kissed heaven?
Then appeared so as we all heard the thundering clouds did clasp upon one another;
So there it was lost one lonely flower of my sister would tenderly be forgiven,
Does anyone not feel as if by pure disdain it did wither its elder brother?
Far off in the unreachable sunlight in clasped the illusion of our vastness of earth
For one moment the moonbeams had reached to kiss the enormity of the sea;
So with all the treasured wills of the skills thus sweet as works is well worth,
If though should not have one tender kiss, then why not me?
Written: Oct. 16, 2015
Sherri
Let's Strongly Celebrate My Day
I'm in my seventies-
Ms. Faleeha , as they call me.
I have decided
To celebrate my day.
I'll invite all my close friends to the party
Since I have many.
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I'll send invitations to the sea gulls at the beach
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To the flowers grown on the sides of the roads,
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To the running waves, those flatterers
Who, when I show up, hasten to kiss my toes again and again.
I'll invite the breeze; how much I love it though stricken with snowflakes,
My old friend, the bus
Which used to take me home from work,
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The other one, that was blue,
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The flocks of ducks,
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The leaves of trees – those coming back home,
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And my children's faces; all are here around me- as I imagine.
But, they seem busy now
With other things- more important.
What else? I asked myself.
Oh, yeah I remember …….
I'll write on a piece of paper:
"Let's celebrate it, it's my day."
But, I've not thought of ...
Who will make the cake, suffering I am from rheumatism,
I can hardly move.
Even If I can, what kind of a cake will it be
Without sugar or oil? I am on a diet.
And who will make the apple juice- I'm already run out of apples.
And Who will set the balloons
And fix them up to the ceiling?
And …..and …..and ?
Oh, I've got sick of all that.
I am, the so-called Faleeha , strongly willing
To celebrate alone by myself,
And thus, I'll embrace the computer and sleep.
Translated into English by
Hussein Nasser Jabr
condoms should be used on every conceivable occasion
remember Ballet is best learned using proper steps and stages.
every tree is relieved when Spring comes
a shotgun wedding: A case of wife or death.
the dairy industry in the Middle-East depends on milk shakes.
every lumberjacks can keep accurate records because they understand logs.
look Once you've seen one shopping centre, you've seen a mall.
if you want good feedback ask any road-roller driver - they are natural flatterers.
fields of bare brown earth can be a harrowing site
every marriage, she got a new name and a dress.
sorry soup all stolen from Google , was going to be for Christy teas comp
This world is full of enough negativity. Any style give me a positive outlook on life. Hint: I'm fond of a play on words.
spells create life down the side and lots of word play put I can't enter it lol smile value only :-)
The Regal Ladies of Mt. Royal
convene every first Wednesday for brunch.
With honeyed words served up in pure oil -
accolades are drunk down like so much punch.
When flatterers meet, the devil goes to dinner.
and tastes opportunity for his gain.
Super-sized trifles spun by real winners -
a meal from which Satan cannot abstain.
February 18, 2023
Quoting this Spanish proverb:
When flatterers meet, the devil goes to dinner.
I welcome visits rhymes attract but don’t court their friend’s verse,
poetic politics aside, fake flatterers seem worse
than ‘gold’ that finds a moment’s fame and then proceeds to rust!
Let musings mimic dead sea scrolls, own fate (detrital dust)
if ‘Universe’ has no “I AM” with whom lost hearts can jam!
I call all friend who come around, pro-bono read my work
and sometimes drop a hint I’ve touched them (tit for tat’s sad quirk).
Real joy’s impulse to praise new piece! ‘Dust-devil’ enters fray
lifts found ‘loved post’ invisibly in feint that feels like play,
a flirt that’s debonair, though devil’s decomposing leaves affair.
May poetry serve faith (muse prosper Grace not earned at all),
grant kindnesses, a breeze that cools on sultry days (pre-Fall),
its politics, not left or right, weave soft (with dignity)
what butterflies dreamt in cocoons before mans’ eyes could see!
Should preference for ‘form’ divert from ‘love’ evolved by dirt?
Long Tooth
January 5th in 2021
The devil's corrupt cohorts
Roam like an angry lion;
They've wormed their way into the flock,
Creating carnal division and dissension.
They think they have the license
Or freedom to live as they please;
Look out! They threaten to upset our faith,
For us not to attain lasting peace.
The ungodly men sow and strike terror,
Twisting the authentic gospel;
They replace the pure words of God
With wisdom and principles of evil.
Stay away from them who use
Smooth and persuasive talk;
They speak of fine and fancy words
To deceive the naive the way they walk.
The flatterers' aim is the enemy's work
To change the teaching we receive;
Those innocent who are fooled
Fall victims for they don't believe.
The warriors of the Lord though
Are always alert and on guard;
Ready to face the spiritual terrorists,
They do their job well, working hard.
Bravely must we fight for the faith,
For us not to end up destroyed;
Respect and keep the covenant,
Contempt for the teaching we must avoid.
Remember all the commandments,
Listen, receive, love and obey;
Imprint them in our heart and mind
To be firm and steadfast as we pray.
Our goal is not only to fight for the faith
But also defend it against the enemy;
With God Almighty on our side,
We will raise our hands in victory.
Fight and defeat our faith's foe,
As we wait for the world's nearing end;
To emerge winner and gain eternal life,
Our faith we must hold and defend.
The man with the plastic bug in his head
monopolized my dreams last night
in the place that the horsefly of my dignity
finally surrender to the impresario without a fight.
Seven days and 7 hours transplanted in my memorabilia
reminding the rustiness of the purple child
flatterers danced beneath the clouds of melancholy
and morality spreader the master plan inside my mind.
The disinheritance of my immortality the final day
discouraged my desire to see the forbidden love
restored my will to escape
manipulated the deep of the uncertainty above.
Released from the plastic bug in my head
try to cover my yellow child in the purple sky
laughing,singing,whispering,playing
seven days and seven hours before he dies.
Hateful speech doth not one become
Neither doth a lieing tongue
Filthy language hurteth the ear
Threatening words causeth hearts to fear
A gossips whisper is poison indeed
A flatterers words its caution thou need
Hasty words are ones mistakes
Bragging words doth aggravate
When thou speaketh use wisdom and grace
And thou willst not have egg on thine face
25 sept 2012 7:50 pm
Bobb Marly
Where Is My Destination
Are we bees,
Or something else?
We are busy from morning till dead night;
We are collecting honey from flowers to flowers,
Making a wonderfull behive,
We do think we will survive-
As long as there is sun light
That's why sometimes we do fight-
With our friends and foe,
Sometimes we are confused what to do.
We have done lots of things for others,
That's why we have unlimited flatterers,
But time is too short,
I have to get ready for my permanent resort.
I don't know when exactly my soul will depart,
Leaving me alone breaking my beloved's heart.
THE DEMISE OF JOY
I have known you since the days of childhood
I recall how I watched you as you played
Every memory of you is so good
You were unaware of the joy you made
She will be mine one day is what I prayed
So these memories I never will trade
And at night when on my pillow I dream
These sweet memories of you flood my mind
With thoughts so sublime, serene, and supreme
No greater peace nor comfort can I find
The reason I had to leave you behind
Was to engage in a war so unkind
While I was fighting far away from home
You met someone who wooed you with smooth talk
Because he could see you never would roam
In the evenings, you would go for a walk
And he would ply you with all this smooth talk
Not once did you suspect nor did you balk
Now I am left all alone just to dream
Since you fell for this great flatterers scheme
25 January 2018
For the contest sponsored by Laura Loo
One who is full
of himself,
as fragile as crystal ball
on a shelf,
who sulks in resentful
vain defense
against the slightest
imagined offense,
and shines or dims
or shatters
depending on the tricks
of flatterers.
Written: January 26, 2026, for contest sponsored by Robert James Liguori
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Introduction
England struggled with hunger, fear, and distrust during the Black Death. The Peasants Revolt of 1381 showed a kingdom in desperate times when injustice and extortion thrived, and truth was often ignored. This poem condemns the constant instability and corruption of power that relied on greed and neglected ordinary people during Richard III reign. Integrity is the key to true success.
Poem
The primeval universe was heavy with grief.
It's valleys of famine, its lowest breath;
Yet nobles conspire in a bedlam brief,
While peasants fight courageously in stealth.
The obedient court, in colloquy vain,
Spoils corruption and dismisses pain.
Kindness was mocked, and virtue made frail,
Delusion wrapped in sycophantic gold;
Rebellious nobles, their blood-red tale,
Stakeout the halls where corruption molds.
The loud cry of the public was ignored,
Fragile hope withers, and patience abhorred.
Philosophers prate in orotund tone,
While stoic men barter for the crown;
Underlying justice is broken, left alone.
As flattering flatterers kneel in usual frown.
The river of rebellion, cheerful in its flame,
was quenched by extortion, austere in aim.
O Prince, fear the strangeness of your reign;
The clamor conceals a deep loss of trust.
Do not nurture greed or scold in vain,
So nothing is lost to rebellious lust.
Web your people not with false lies,
but with consistency, or the kingdom dies.
self, be not overly full of yourself,
as fragile as crystal in a glass shelf,
which, at the slightest imagined offense,
recoils, sulks in resentful, vain defense
of your self-image that easily shatters,
so effortlessly tricked by flatterers.