Whimsy
Humour is not always fun
Sometimes it’s out of place
But when it strikes it could just put
A smile upon your face.
While walking barefoot on the sand
And contemplating woe,
The muse of humour happened by
And this I did compose:
I am a small and tiny toe
And of the colour pink
I complement my foot so well -
Just love to walk in sync.
I am a large and funny bone
I do my best to charm
And with my bendy sense of fun
My humour can disarm.
I am a nose, a nosy thing
I lead us here and there
Smelling smoke from far-off fires
Just watch my nostrils flare.
Three verses will suffice for now
My muse she has grown tired
I have run out of body parts
That seem to be inspired.
Have I gained from making up
Some humour in this way?
I have not thought of woe at all,
That’s all that I can say.
DONUTS AND MILK
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I crave a treat, a sweet delight
one that brings a smile and makes my morning bright.
Donuts and milk, a perfect pair
my favorite breakfast, beyond compare.
The milk, a chalice, pure and white
a perfect complement to the donut's sugary delight.
Glazed, iced, cake, or filled with jelly
each bite a journey that goes straight to my belly.
Donuts and milk become one with me
a perfect harmony, a deliciously sweet symphony.
Vive la différence
couples complement each other
balancing the scales
one will play the jokester
clown and storyteller
the other acts as sidekick
filling in if there are gaps
they juggle and finesse their roles
managing an equilibrium
thus the introvert and extrovert
weave their life in harmony
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
“Who is it about?”
You. It’s always been you. For months. Worth more than gold, weighing less than mud are my thoughts. Months of downplaying, cast aside, thrown to the pigs. You. It always came back to you. With your silky hair, long and dark. Soft to the touch, like one would imagine a cloud's. Your eyes, dark as midnight, calming to any heart or panicking mind. Midnight eyes, sparkling in the starlight. Capturing one’s vision and not letting go. You captured my vision, my mind, and my heart, and you don’t seem to want to let go. Your smile that lights up my whole world. Fireworks go off every time I see you smile. One thought burned through my brain: Why is it you? I have always gotten over it. You’re just different. Fear courses through my veins every time I see you. Fear that I will hear your voice. Fear that I won’t. I cannot tell which would be worse. Fear that you’ll see her. Fear that you won’t see me. Except that you never do. You’ve never truly seen me. You see her, you only care about her. I’ve never been more than a complement to her existence in your eyes. Go ahead and ask, “Who is it about?” Your answer will always be, with no hesitation… Nobody.
Written: May 27, 2025, for contest by Brian Strand
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A love affair between a snail
and a tape dispenser
His tiger gaze is blurry -
Honey, I love your body
and your natural curves ...
we complement each other perfectly
Your scent makes mine hips move
with particular charisma
Glued : ... - L O V E
makes
blind -
Mother: a wax crayon candle in a starless room
You have many layers, like an onion
And you're coloured, but not green
So a wax-crayon candle is favoured here.
Much more poetic.
Although I bathe in the dark
You sit in my corner
Flickering
flickering
like
this.
And you wish not intrude
In your offers of solace.
No.
You don't set my room on fire
You just light up my corner
With the gift of a place to be seen.
A place of security,
Whether I visit it or not.
AND YES, you are loved. YES, you are valued.
(so don't even doubt it)
And yes, your Crayola hues, your mix-n-match
May clash in the eyes of OTHERS
But parallel to even your Converse shoes:
They complement each other
And though I don't always visit this corner...
...Of candlelight in my room,
You should know you're not alone
With my candlelight, too.
Gentle Men as Mothers :Quest for Identity Protection.
Gentle he was with them, male and female -
His brothers and sisters from the start...
No giant in disposition, his tender thoughts
Spoke volumes to both men and women-
All of us need words that nurture hearts to heal
Like a nursing mother with her children,
His position did not forbid tones of comfort-
Well meant words from from men's careful hearts
Upbuild to teach, with confidence, not might.
No two -face approach which beats himself.
The feminine one, flesh of man's flesh safe in mind-heart.
No need to blow forbidden kisses
to false goddesses passing by...
The Apostle Paul: his motherly qualities. 1Thessalonians 2:7,8
(The "feminine" qualities in men, are drawn to the feminine qualities in women-
He is a Man who can empathize with his "complement." There is no need to be harsh.
God, as Supreme Authority, is the same. James 5:11
Aqua Marine. 10th April 2025.
We walk the same road every day
You walking one way and I another
We need rarely to ever speak when we pass
because we can read each other’s looks
What is never said speaks the loudest
We know what is there, and what is not
You poke at me and I play along
I get silent and make you wonder if I am mad
We play this wicked game but laugh under our breaths
But we do complement each other like the butterfly and flower
I have written these feelings down many times,
though, many times have I had to rewrite them.
I need not brag to any friends but keep quiet
about things that two hearts left unread.
hours tick by and transcend
into nothing or eternity
maybe both in line with each other
body mind spirit hold the key
the lock may be rusty
and yet corrosion fails to arrest
what has to be and can be loved
vagaries obstacles dreams aspirations
blessings miracles uncertainty
courage and serenity seek for wisdom
faith without action is dead
action without faith barely alive
karma casts a warm shadow
for the light to emerge
opposites are not contradictions
instead they complement
compliment each other
with humility and vital force
the past is the past
future may not happen
and while it is difficult to accept
the here and now is all I have
which is a lot and
I am grateful with abundant passion
Complement of the season
Christ the reason
Love the rhythm of the season
Songs of ecstacy
As we all sing joyfully aloud
Feliz navidad
A song we all like dancing to.
Alot of merriment
Enough to eat and drink
As we party hard
Smile on everyone's faces
As we converse within us
Things that merry the heart.
Jubilations
Not tribulations
Contribution to each other's joy
Not contradicting the story
As we share our testimonies
It was a showering of unconditional love.
Your face is boring like a cold soup
Your touch irritates me like a thorny branch
Your snoring is no longer a lullaby
Your complement fuels anger in me
Your breath upsets my stomach
I no longer excitedly wait for your calls
I don’t know how I got here
breaking your heart is what scares me
I pray things would get back to normal
Like when I used to enjoy the smell of your sweat
In a marriage, it is lucky
When the spouses are in sync,
Which does not mean they concur
In all the ways they sometimes think.
Still, if they are in agreement
In most big important ways,
There’s a level of contentment
Which infuses all their days.
When they complement each other,
With their talents or their skills,
Then the time they spend together
Forms a union which fulfills.
I am part of such a marriage
And so grateful to have found
Someone I can always count on
And be glad to be around.
SEURAT GRANDE JATTE EKPHRASED
Colour intermingled
divisions
juxtapose
&
complement
a supposed
‘as is’ moment
dot..
by dot..
promenade
activity
frozen forever
Archaic, outmoded,
‘gauche,’ obsolete
O, the invective employed
a lesser man would defeat
Yet unintimidated, he held his ground
for he knew his principle was sound
Adam viewed the fish, the animals, the birds
(paired up so nicely, he perceived)
Then, whoosh! out rushed his shocking words
'Please, for a partner with whom to conceive
I request MY complement, a lady named Eve'
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