wrote last poem months ago
will not write another so
guess i'll stick with good ol' prose
prosaic from head to toes
if i write anything now
post only me anyhow
no one need read this my trash
algorithms turned to ash
say no more of politics
theology only tricks
you into false contentment
lulls the brain like compliment
dulls the pain of resentment
makes our love hate's complement
wish not to over complain
but ennui's bored me insane
in world prefabricated
all new remains outdated
and what's real is really rare
but fake has millions spare
routine is the only route
for time space life to run out
replace me with a monkey
and you'll save beaucoup money
sorry if self pity's wrong
self regard's just not so strong
seems i've carried on too long
so i'll end this silly song
pretty pastel preteen bovine
you make me happy said the sentinel queen
you bring us joy, we love you so
the calf was excited as you must know
an unexpected compliment that built her up
made her feel like she had won a loving cup
pretty pastel preteen bovine slept well that night
feeling things even better were just out of sight
Christmas blazer decorated with sprig of holly
made Mouse’s ensemble seem uplifted and jolly
That is a gorgeous fashion statement, an admirer said
Embarrassing shy mouse so that her cheeks turned red.
Compliment Cry Extolment Rave Hymn
All to Allah, acclaim Holy Hallelujah
Elohim, greatest thing,
Allah Papa God
Divine exaltation
In cheering celebration, extolment
--Compliment cry Extolment Rave Hymn
Glorifications encomium homage
Approbation ovation
Plaudit approbation recognition
He’s mine Allah panegyric glorification
Our spirit the soul rave
--Compliment Cry Extolment Rave Hymn
Hallelujah
02/17/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
Today is so mendy
But more a mane that covers busy days
In it I had enough repose
To attack the awaiting wakefulness
Defending the hit ground of possible mendicancy
Thou just don't make this known to my Teddy
For no dream will attends me of absent fantasy
I count the way of moon's disappearance
I recall mouthwash
The water's violence hush
Watching the stars' absence
As the chill of the atmosphere espies
May be the other; thou could recognize human
By what he hath on
Set out at midnight solemnly
To cool off the absent harmattarn triumphantly
And bless it to all prosperity
To compliment the hot spell mildly
I wish all winter back again repair
Thy gath the temple a rounded taunted hair
But all a sudden become far chilly fair
Seeming ambiguous and dull
Hath added me creditability mull
Agile and confidently in full
Let the night builds strength
Not to fight my breath
But hang upon with love, so fortunate
To set me on days singing by favors' consent
I'm A Lot Dumber Than
I Think I Am,
But Dumber
Than I Look.
Wait!
Where's The
Compliment!?
Sometimes I
Get So Lucky
You'll Be Mad!
You Don’t Mean
To Be, I Mean
It Wasn't THAT
Great, I Mean
Whatever, Get
Over Myself...
LOL!
For Someone
Who Tries Not
To Try...
***It Just Doesn’t Seem Fair.***
-Gray Squirrel
11-12-2025
I love looking at your enjoyable face. I love the scent of your fragrance and the way you taste. It is such a sight to see such a lovely face. Your eyes stare at me as I gaze. There's no way I can enjoy such a beautiful shape. Your lips kiss my lips as I begin to taste. A tongue so wet as I pull it towards my way. You have me hypnotized in so many ways. This one enjoyable moment won't go to waste.
Wildlife heroes
Thanks for taking
Caring poor souls.
Dancing moves you with all its tosses and turns
Take to the floor and let an experienced teacher show you what you have to learn
A chance to find your true love, as women love to dance
A journey of unlimited motion with that special person may lead to endless romance
Music from the speakers sends vibrations cascading across the floor
If your eyes seem to meet something special might be in store
Let your heart guide you, your true love might be right next to you
If sparks fly step up your game, you know what to do
A relationship has to start somewhere why not on the dance floor
Compliment the lady on her moves you might just improve your chances a little more
If on this night you should happen to find the woman of your dreams
An investment in learning to dance has paid dividends or so it would seem
If ever I did see
the cutest of toes,
them would be those
The House of Bernadotte.
Oh my, what have you got?
It's been more than a year,
Swede reporter made clear,
adultery in the land of Moose,
high up the ladder may vamoose.
Yet after all, he's just a commoner,
until he married, King Gustav's daughter,
the heir apparent to Sweden's throne,
wedded tryst to the roamer of Stockholm
poor Crown Princess Victoria speaks true
Princess Estelle, Prince Oscar, & grandpapa too,
The alleged, Prince Daniel, publically denies it, soon all forgotten!
Regal, Crown Princess Victoria, "Reconcile, House of Bernadotte."
by Max Burchett
Lots of flattery and L.A. handshakes given,
But once upon a time, actually just last year,
A seemingly casual compliment was for me heaven,
One I will always remember.
Though I kept it to myself,
Not sure the reason for that,
Yet sometimes I think about it.
A great man said to an audience, some I knew,
“If I were in a battle,
I would want Max and his brother
In the foxhole with me.”
Although perhaps better said about another.
Yet, when I think it might be better
To give it up, just let it be,
Then I remember, January to December,
That comment about me.
Maybe it is that saying about woman and man,
I am what I think
Others think
I am.
If that is what someone
Of his stature thinks of me,
That is what I must be,
Rather, I must somehow make it be.
Crow had been wanting to get out her umbrella someday.
Today was the day, for the rain came hard from far away.
She was loving her umbrella with red apples so pretty.
She stopped by a bus stop to say something witty.
Commuters got on and commuters got off.
She stood at that stop, while some of them scoffed.
She wanted them to notice her fuchsia boots too.
No one gave her a compliment, so after a bit, she flew.
,,*** BIRD — *** part one
Bird,
Furiously flapping, eager to rise…
Here…Take your flight
Through the warm air
Of my heart,
I catch how
Our sights are
Cast eye to eye —
Yours watch into mine;
And my own keep a busy
Witness of yours
With my intent
To compliment the presence
Of evident light reflecting
In the specks so vibrant-white,
Glistening at the heights
Of those golden irises
In your spirited eyes,
Aiming to soar through the boundless sky;
While I remain here for my drawing out
And setting down feathered lines
About the how and why
It is to know such a bird
As you, pausing in my human hands
For these brief minutes
We own together ~
Bird, ready for your flying on
Through a changeable atmosphere
in Freedom;i
While I, finding a vision in those wings, those eyes,
Feel moved to reach
for Beauty,
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Art and Poem (c) sally young eslinger 2/14/23
Thanks be to God++T
He started A Sharp Enterprise
And it was A Thing of Surprise:
Big Shops you walked up to their shelves
To survey the items yourselves;
Many a sure lasting garment
That should permit no argument,
Which one could wear till Interment
And still not be starved compliment …
A lot of Touching Friendliness
Because of his stamped Godliness:
A Policy of Dialogue
And rejection of Monologue;
He’s floating an Enterprise,
Where one might negotiate price.
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