Best Flattery Poems
Flattery lightens the mood
and turns black roses pink,
while hearts get carried away
when love is expressed in ink.
Sweet words when acknowledged
will make your mind blink,
but a pure soul
when duly ignored
in sadness it will sink.
Cheerful the heart would be
enduring its lovers pain,
and gloomy the mood would be
in dreams of sullen rain.
Sometimes the mind is stubborn
and unwilling to obey,
no matter how hard you try
in emptiness it will stay.
Words of love
when truly spoken
will hit you like a dart,
and newly couples
do seek romance
but don't know where to start.
Dust is rather teasey
on days when winds will blow,
and faults in rusty hearts
with time will surely show.
Being an honest person
the truth I always told,
but I only found solace
in hearts of solid gold.
Hard work and perseverance
did make my dreams come true,
but envious friends
without a doubt
would deem the facts untrue.
Plunging into an abyss
shall not resolve my day,
but flashing onto my worthy deeds
will help me find my way.
Today I may prevail
and set my own domain,
but one day I shall regret
good deeds gone in vain.
Saleh Ben Saleh
Rum bottle nods with sanction
on gentle sway
The old dog spat snuff juice
that took wind
Puffins drift below the haze
Cape Flattery
is no tale
Chocolate on a white man,
the solitary wile
brackish breeze
wanders along impressions,
dints in a sea chiseled face
Heads pressed vigorously
to confine what coat resembles
beneath salted rags
Today he lives as Makah
Fair-haired;
Stained by sun and sea
Brows fall low
to hush the truth
conveyed by green eyes
Sun at high noon
jump back from the fluid sapphire
The sea, it whispers
never a lie
Sea lions yap
Snuff juice took wind
Towards Tatoosh Island
rigid draft pushes stares
Aged salt grinned at old thoughts
A child hugs heavy thighs
and bawls
It is hard for him to witness
What these elements can do to a man
Rum
Sea,
and sun
Like a deadly drug, it makes us dance
Put our nose in the air, turn our backs .
Craven souls, want another chance.
Walking over friends, we call hacks?
On, yes we sign, love, but mean it not!
How many trophies can I win ~ I want!
More flattery, please, as we do begin,
On this racetrack of pride,self loved sin!
Classical poets here, very despised.
Only new poetry forms have a place.
We want only our names in the skies.
Self-aggrandizement, a sad disgrace.
4/19/2023
I know what a poem
looks like.
I know how to make
my prose look like verse.
A little tuck here,
an indent there,
et voila! It’s verse!
or worse ...
a pale imitation of seem.
(can I have some ice cream?)
a sudden Bonanza viz sexual abuse among
faux Green Acres within Mayberry RFD
now spells showtime for The Avengers, Batman
and Robin to Get Smart
take to heart (what haint no new bob bing beast),
those perpetrators to forsake their Good Times
yet, who determines what constitutes, and how to differentiate
mere kibitzing from unwanted overtures
though most people would concur when
definitive, tangible, verbal assault occurs,
spoiling future Happy Days, yet numerous incidents (ass hide
from clear cut serious offences indeed)
rather when details appear nebulous, sketchy, vague,
et cetera defy categorization, giving benefit of doubt to
females or males in question claiming harrassment,
especially when minors testify as adults, asper
major gross indignties (such as pedofilia, date,
incestuous, statutory rape, sodomy,
et cetera committed), that occurred years or decades ex post facto
sans molestation, said time delayed contention
must be taken at face value without fail informing
a jury retroactive justice must be must be handed down
to the accuser blatantly, flagrantly, flaunting illegality,
hence fair sentence accordingly adjudicated
insync decreed capital crime abrogated child welfare,
defiling and permanently affecting emotional well being
of said underage youths, as best one
to compensate aggrieved subjects must purge
abominable categorical imperative
asper deliberate wanton (I soup pose), tricked, mislead,
forced to participate unwillingly
risking mental, physical and spiritual health of innocent kid
imposing unforgivable, horrible, execrable misdeeds
irrevocably damaging Lassie or laddie,
which indelibly foisted battering, whereby
even Doctor Marcys Welby M.D. unable to mend
condemning sufferer to psychological Mash pit
triggering Maude lin while Knot's Landing flooded.
Respect sets the stage for love’s serge.
Where, esteem and flattery merge.
Infatuation births passions.
Self worth overcomes excitements
And casts off mundane enticements.
Integrity stays emotions.
Respect sets the stage for love’s serge.
Where, esteem and flattery merge.
Hold firm to dreams of tomorrow.
Meet not emotional sorrow.
Infatuation births passions.
Integrity stays emotions.
Respect sets the stage for love’s serge.
Where esteem and flattery merge.
October 29, 2014
Written for Poetry Soup Member Congest: Sonnetina Rispetto - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Dr.Ram Mehta
Narcissistic supply, a shot of honeyed words
How long before the sweet into sour turns?
Now the provider, then the provoker
We’re all victims, all a perpetrator
Honesty and dignity defiled, nailed to a cross
Self-serving lies and pretense a dice do toss
Their grabbing hands reach for the rags of the dead
They fain innocence with blood on their head
Wish to buy love and pay with words of lies
This game can be played till innocence dies
Grief will then bury trust and sincerity
Tears and bitterness fill chests of prosperity
Foul are the earth, the air and the waters
Bringing forth deceitful sons and daughters
It is said the inner is reflected in the outer
When truth is silent false tongues speak louder
Either I am naïve
Or seriously confused
Do they mean what they say?
Then why do I feel used?
Words of glorious praise
Superlatives so sweet
But then the real truth dawns
My work lacks rhyme and beat
I find it very strange
And not so very kind
To flatter just to please
And leave the poet blind
So when you post a thought
Be honest in the write
Don’t tear the poet down
Yet don’t fake pure delight
Find something that is good
Something you can applaud
But DO say what you mean
Or else the post is flawed!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
There was an old sauce chef from Killarney,
Whose Irish stew, was flavoured with blarney.
While he quaffed bottles of hock,
That was infused with shamrock.
Which spiced up his special bouquet garni.
3 / 1 / 2021.
For the St. Patrick's day contest.
Sponsor. L Milton Hankins.
FLATTERY NOT KIND
play of Shakespeare
mad King Lear...fool —
a mere mirror
1/31/2019
Three daughters of King Lear. Cordelia would speak the truth. The other two killed the King with flattery winning an inheritance. They were traitorous thus a tragedy ensues.
Well done, she said.
Smiling her biggest smile.
I have never seen anyone else wear it like that!
There are other ways to wear a skirt?
On a head? Or a shoulder perhaps?
You should buy it! She sang out gleefully.
It looks great! Another stranger told me.
Turn around! The other one said.
I pirouetted, in front of the three-way.
A stranger had asked me to, after all.
It looks great!
It looks darling!
No one has ever worn it that way before.
I look at the skirt….
On my waist.
Wondering what that means.
They do not let me leave without it.
Telling me I have never looked better.
Nothing like shopping at a store
Where the salespeople are on commission.
I will have my mother bring it back in the morning.
A skirt I loathe, but I am such a people-pleaser.
They hip-hip-hooray me as they take my credit card.
Flies buzz
mosquitoes sting
I try to whack them
they both have wings
Audiences roar
Politicians sing
The media attacks them
They duck the arrows, the slings
What do you think of me
I wonder?
I don't think of you at all
Don't flatter yourself.
Assign region flattery gauges?
Silly but let’s try anyway.
The Scottish slather it on.
The Germans withhold it.
It’s Irish blarney.
Overindulge
Compliment
Praise
As the blazing king from far eastern horizons
Glows and smiles on wee infant toils beneath,
He's by man's ever-sprawling greeting praised,
Basking in vast kudos by eyes and bared teeth.
The new sovereign savors every regal sign
As he arcs past the virgin noon's latent line,
Unwilling to pause despite cloud-born snags,
Undeterred by jealous dusk's advancing tags.
Against evening's envies moves that demigod,
Still unshaken by all enemy barriers miles high.
Into puffed twilight barricades he finally sinks,
And once-lauding eyes dim as doom taps nigh.
Like our gloom-deposed emperor here-above
Is each offspring born of mortals' carnal love.
Salutes of great joy hail them once they come,
And rise beyond midday into life's ebbing term.
When time's long-halted scythes finally strike,
Men's veiled flattery's replaced by cold dislike.