My earrings from the Isle of Skye
Got complimented twice
And though I wear them for myself,
Acknowledgement is nice.
A local Scottish artist
Finds the sea glass on the beach
And forms it into shapes, at prices
In most tourists’ reach.
The ones I bought are silver
And they look like dangling fish
Filled with colors to resemble
What they’d look like as they’d swish.
But the best part when I wear them’s
Not attention to their style;
It’s the memory of being there
On that delightful isle.
I was complimented the other day.
I don't know why it stuck with me.
They’re just words so do I still think about them?
Words from some random person
I probably won’t ever see again.
I still think about them.
Random words they probably just said in the moment.
So why do they still ring through my head like a freight train passing by?
I’ve heard these words before
So why do these words hit harder?
I’ve never been a boxer and
Yet I feel as if I’ve been punched by Mike Tyson.
Why do the little things always feel so big?
Like a small wave eventually crashing as a tsunami.
Why do these words feel like exactly what I've needed to hear
My entire life.
Why do these words feel like for once
They were truly meant for me?
How did this random person manage
To stay in my head with just a few words?
They’re just words
So why won’t they get out of my head?
If they were just
Words.
Then why can’t I stop crying?
that a woman,
or any author needs.
It is space for thought
in a world of noise
and nonsense,
chaos, and conflict.
My room, Miss Woolf,
has no walls, and the birds
interrupt, and accentuate
my thoughts, in perfect
harmony and rhythm.
I swept today,
in mid-April
and brought the plants out
for air and light.
They joined me
for a bit of reading
and writing,
while my son
played basketball.
The dribbling of the ball
complimented the cadence
of writing, tonight.
My sister Alex,
who lives a country away,
does not have
a room of her own,
or the space for quiet
consideration.
It is starting to drizzle,
again.
Thank God for Spring,
and the changes it brings,
even when unwanted,
on a perfect evening.
We shall defeat the loneliness
due to our willingness to be
as one
My handsomeness and her
Beauty shall be the. Means
to justify the agreement of
those who find us attractive.
The flutes and bassoons complimentef
One another.
She planted sugarcane in a wintery
region. And fused sugarcane fermented
With dehydrated pine berries.
It's desespert need to belong among
the popular and most notable
Allowed smart folk to fuse flavors
that complimented one another to
Establish a new flavor for people
Who weren't ashamed to want and
Need it. The "slurps of respected people's"
Sorted men andales. It sorted fools
And connisuriurs to delight on flavors
and tastes!
"What smiles are men's"
Written by; De Slurping Kind"
Music created by lovers
Music created by wisher
Wishers Music in a world
Of pretty people
I have rituals
for the first day of class
like a superstitious athlete
they get me into a good frame of mind
where I feel like a juggernaut who has total agency
and I don’t need to seek validation
It’s a moment in time
I have all my books—stacked on my desk
they look serious—very nuts and bolts
I’ve beaten the syllabuses to death
to try to figure out where my power lies
learning is all energy, it’s a marathon
it’s hard to sustain that for the entire semester
so not switching off, now and then, is unrealistic
Still, I’m comfy in in a classroom (I’m a senior)
Good students are just a little weird.
I say hello to the moon so she won’t feel alone
I say ‘cheers,” before taking a shot of mouthwash.
If I lose my ID, my lucky pencil or something, I call out, “treasure hunt!”
When treating everyone to grubHub I ask, ‘the usual?’ When we’re done I ask, ‘how was everything this evening?’
If I see a random girl looking fabulous, I tell her, because if I get complimented, I think about it for a week.
.
.
A song for this:
Thetan by Single Gun Theory
Today appeared first crocus
Spring is in the air
And soon there will be lilacs
The favorite of mon cher
Their flowers, your complexion
So delicate, so fair
Your beauty complimented
By everything you wear
Mere gaze to her direction, goosebumps perforates my skin
There's something out of this cosmos in her aura.
Sense and meaningful in me,
at loggerheads trying to define her.
Tap into my senses, the mess is beyond containing,
melting seduction, dripping all over my body.
caught within dungeons of my own heart desires
Her radiating flawless pigment,
complimented by her smile
I'm gasping for breath,
fear I may be palpitating
Ease the volt, In my now state,
I fail to keep up
The strikes are too strong to bear
Woman daughter, be gentle on me
My only crime, is falling in love
Peep closer, see the bruises on my knees,
from kneeling and praying for a better half.
Lil did I know, heaven would delegate a goddess
In a human form
Back on my knees,
Palm to palm,
Sending gratitude to heaven
For not only listening but responding to my prayer.
Today, in my mailbox, a gift wrap was delivered,
Signed xoxo Amahle
#Poetic_ink
Random woman suddenly came to me to ask to zip her dress.
Weeks ago another woman had complimented my chest.
May be signs I need a black woman to fall in love with.
I never got to meet my grandma.
When you said I was your grandchild
I thought it was your way
Of expressing a love that would never fade.
I imagined you would tell me stories filled with warmth
That you would listen to me
And understand my point of view.
I believed you would offer me a shoulder to cry on,
Share words of wisdom.
I felt loved
When you laughed even after I caused you an accident
Just to comfort me.
You teased me, you complimented me.
But 'Grand ma' why did you choose to disown me
Your very own favorite grandchild?
It's colder than cold but the sun's shining brightly
Which makes a whole lot of difference to me
Must have been born on a bright sunny day
To expect that's how each day should be
Unfortunately we must take the bad with the good
Helps us to appreciate the good even more
Gotta be happy with the skin that we're in
Cuz I don't know of any trade-in store
What if you were to loose the job that you've had
For years then it suddenly becomes obsolete
Sure a good reason to sound off just a bit
Need security to make life complete
But really no one else can promise you the moon
You determine how your life will work out
Choices that you make is totally yours
And strive to persevere throughout
So the bottom line as I see it are really quite simple
Less complicated is the name of life's game
Don't complicate life more than necessary
Soon be back to from where you came
Pencil Sharpener Woman
Her shapely metal figure was baby blue,
but there was much more to her.
She sharpened all grades of pencil lead
with the greatest of whir.
Her movable face plate with pencil gripper and human features was, as commented by most
library customers,
the opposite of gross.
She was very fond of
customers of all colours, of all sizes, the dented,
and, of course, of all classes. ‘Your love of reading keeps you learning,’ she often complimented.
Unfortunately some customers
weren’t fond of her at all though,
and they demanded that
she be let go.
‘Why? Why? Why!’
was her only reply.
When her haters returned books late,
and refused to pay the small fine,
anger and hate
she felt for their stupid action and whine.
So to teach them a lesson,
on the front desk made of pine,
when the whiners sharpened their pencils she shut off her automatic stop mechanism normally fine,
turned her hand crank as
rapidly as an equine,
and her sharp blades
ate up their pencils just fine.
" Oh! my dear friend , do you know
how happy I am now?
I didn't expect to be with you today,"
said betty.
"Yeah! I am content sweetheart,
I think to be with you mostly," olivia said.
Do you remember that semon?
" Pastor preached well , as he insisted
to love other people like ourselves, "
Olivia reminded her friend.
" I liked so much that theme,
truly , I hate" hate" sweety.
hate has no place in my heart,
it is my enemy" said betty.
They both smiled.
happy women with excellent thought."
"the word really touched me,
I think to support some orphans
these coming years.
I have some cash for some orphanages,
I'll give it to please God, " olivia said.
" best idea dear ," betty complimented her.
" In God we trust , let love continue
ruling our hearts friend.
Remember we are leaving this earth soon
and we will carry nothing."
Captivated by her aesthetics as well as her cosmetics,
Her icy blue eyes always complimented by blue sweaters,
With ruby red glasses matching that deep rosé lipstick of hers.
I live in a forest treehouse the tiny man said.
Speckled duck called him a liar, his face turned all red.
I think he is telling the truth said an eater of bread.
freshly baked dough coming out of his mouth was hot as lead.
I want to see your place yelled old Grandpa Fred.
I do too agreed his twin brother, old Ned.
Follow me down this hidden path the tiny man said.
Speckled duck rapidly apologized; his name is young Ted.
You have to think before you speak reminded his dad Ed.
the tiny man accepted duck’s apology; because he is well-bred.
We all complimented the tiny man on his pretty homestead.
Everyone agreed it was a glorious spot including Grandpa Fred.
Inside my heart is where you always dwell my darling
never forgotten
from that first kiss you were to be my true love
this love cannot be destroyed
You are
the rose inside my heart- dear
from that moment we met- we were to be one
joined eternally
I recall all the good times
we shared love, passion, desire and happiness
so alike- we complimented each other
we were so truly in love
Darling
like E.E. Cummings wrote in his romantic poem
I carry you in my heart
until my last day on earth I will love you
I go often with a rose
to lay upon your mossed and engraved tomb stone
seems odd for a man who was so full of life
oh, listen birds are singing
There is a great beauty in this decaying
such a peacefulness where chipmunks run and leap
my eyes fill with tears
and a rose of love blooms brightly in my heart
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March 22, 2023
Poetry/Suzette Prime/Inside My Heart - MR
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1533-294-22
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, The Rose Inside My Heart
sponsor, Mystic Rose, Rose, Judged 03/31/2023
First Place
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