You have nice breasts, just from working out.
I know
Hes complimenting me
Flirting
As I wiggle into the dress.
I flirt back
Whats the harm
As I ponder
Does he think I want bigger breasts?
Do i?
I try to explain the difference between what I am doing and drag.
He doesn’t hear
He doesn’t care
Skin and pretty flesh
Read the same when you don't
Really look
These things
That matter so much inside me
That cause me to vibrate and cry and shake
They don't exist to him.
I am so new to this
And already tired.
Im at my favorite cafe
And a woman comes up
And tells me she loves my style
That I look comfortable and elegant
And she loves the way my necklace goes with my shawl.
Is she flirting?
Trying to make me feel safe?
Did I come here for that?
I spent my first summer in Portland
Finding my look
Im still hoping
To be found.
Floating between states
Looking for myself in the words
Of others.
I love the sound of your voice when you're mad and irritated, it sounds like you're calling the ocean to swipe out the problem.
I love the color of your skin even when you're having a bad day, your skin plays mercifully to your body complimenting your mind.
I love your lazy eyes, especially when they are excited, they like cracking out fireworks as bright as they can, especially when you see me before you.
I love your forbidden lips and nose, they are the no go zone, but some day I hope to land in forcefully, just to wrap you in-between my heart.
It's clear I'm all in love with you, which is insane because it would mean the lightning thunder gets along with the rainbow and time doesn't exist.
Ashleigh Ngoqo
If there ever comes a time
when I stop complimenting you,
letting you know how precious
you are to me,
or making you feel beautiful,
tell me,
because sometimes
I get so caught up in my mind,
I don't realize I'm overlooking you.
If there ever comes a time
when all I do is make you cry,
and my everyday ritual is saying,
"I'm sorry. I apologize".
If there ever comes a time
when I don't treat you like my Queen,
begin to overlook your true value,
or don't care about your dreams,
tell me,
because sometimes
I get so caught up in my mind,
I don't stop to realize
I'm overlooking you.
If there ever comes a time
when I stop listening to your voice,
because you're my voice of reason,
not by design but by choice,
please tell me,
because sometimes
I get so caught up in my mind,
I don't realize
I'm overlooking you.
Set me straight
If I'm out of line,
If there ever comes a time.
She is the life source, a vital essence
maternus unwavering vow
instinctual guard and guide
from conception onward, no end
in her arms an eternal bond
a babe’s birth right, his light
when asked for a sign by the night star
a glimpse of beauty a moment no less
and when ether’s smoke rises afar
She’ll lift him toward the dark vastness
Complimenting the mother’s essence, & its symbolism
Mother's Day Tribute
5/10/26
Sally McJimmy- Gee was a pro at sycophancy
Currently over-flattering plain old maid Nancy
Complimenting her ridiculously excessively
Her honey-like, simpering words annoying me
She lavished on this nutcase all kinds of praise
Thinking she might get herself an undeserved raise
If she does, I will be angry enough to burn this place down
I try to figure out which one of these two is the biggest clown
Green on gray ~
that looks okay.
Not as good as orange on blue ~
but, it’ll do.
So keep it that way.
Sublime summer is arriving,
The darling daisies are gossiping
Laying on the sill of the silly window,
The sun is complimenting them excessively,
The blush is lustrous and lurking.
Summer is shimmering on its way,
Spring is packing her suitcase,
Ready to leave,
She doesn't get along with her sister,
Summer's soar sight
Can make Spring blind.
Spring loves her eyes
So she's absolutely ready for goodbyes,
I should not hold her,
I'd write a goodbye letter
Hoping that she'd feel better,
Sisterhood is a vital matter,
Spring and summer can never unite
Even though they are two sisters so polite—
Spring is too floral,
Summer is too bright.
And when they get together
All they do is fight.
And that's not at all right.
So goodbye spring,
Come back next year,
Go your merry way,
Let go of summer's fear.
I'll be waiting from you to hear,
Goodbye now,
Summer is almost near.
Hate is more potent than Love
as is darkness more awesome than light,
Silence’s more deafening than sound
Vice is more enticing than virtue
as is knowledge more enlightening than faith,
Passion overrides piety
Malevolence outbeats benevolence
as is brute more awe-inspiring than beauty.
Death is absolute
as is life fleeting,
The fear of hell
outweighs the bliss of heaven.
As are nights and days,
Life and death rotate in sync
complimenting each other,
One cannot exist without the other,
As is with good and evil
love coevals with hate —
you cannot choose one without other,
the outcome is correspondingly synonymous.
The devil is god’s alter ego,
The devil almost always
outscores god,
God fares better as the devil…
Damning and bedeviling mankind
for his own devilish delight!
Where's the Crooner with his smooth,
intimate style
singing sentimental songs in a soft
smooth tone
quieter sounds and wider ranges
complimenting the sounds
which two are unique and customized
fitted
orastratas fused with a band
tandem collaborative grooves
crisp trembling edges
and a strong stern bassy mellowed
rumbling causing us to move
to the groove
People closer together are more
prone to form a relationship
then those further away
lean on your lover
hold on tight
it's real it's right
something way more
special.
Exploiting the proximity of
being together
fully comfortable
soothed to a relaxing coolness
On a walk along the beach…after we’d been walking for a while
we came upon a flower growing in the sand…and immediately we smiled.
And this one flower got me thinking:
We are living in a world where increasingly we see
some people do not act without first asking themselves…What’s in it for me?
While at the same time…in the same world we see
other people, like this flower, making others smile
never thinking to ask…What’s in it for me?
Look around, despite the news, there is in humanity a definite trend
to help a stranger, help a neighbor, help an animal…help a friend.
You’ll see people encouraging someone they never met before…
complimenting, congratulating, lending a hand…holding a door.
Writing a note, giving a gift…letting another person know…
it’s them they’re thinking of.
helping someone in need…sewing seeds of love.
When we bring someone joy…we fee it in our core….
how we’ve helped to make the world a little more beautiful
than it was a moment before.
And we begin to think in beautiful…because we understand…
all it takes to make the world more beautiful…
is one flower in the sand.
In an instant…
One can feel the love from a Glenn Hughes song
The rhythm quickly soothing one’s soul
In an instant…
One can love his bass sounds
Complimenting one’s heart beats
In an instant…
One can sway and dance
‘Getting tighter all the time’
In an instant…
One can know the Voice of Rock
Is here for us always
In an instant…
One can love and forever cherish
The one and only Glenn Hughes
In the heart of the golden noon, with skies in blue hues and a gentle golden sun, illuminating the greenery beneath
Tall shadows cast the fertile earth from the majestic trees that stand proud in the distance
Winds gently caressing the leaves as they wave in a rythmic trance
Zebras, dressed in black and white stripes, yet a colourful picture they paint
Grazing in unison, from the haven of their natural habitat, a delicacy that nature giveth
Blending in Seamlessly is the "Eve" of the garden
Completing the frame of the scenic scene that is a marvel to marvel at
Sunkissed, radiating an aura of elegance
The nature in the background complimenting the wonder of nature before it
In the bosom of mother earth, in the land of flames
Stories are aflame, of beautiful places and angels.
There was a fool who thought that he could use
reverse psychology on his girlfriend.
He started complimenting all her shoes.
In truth, he hoped her shoe-shopping would end.
She bought more! Then he said about her face
he liked her lashes false and lips bright red.
Her makeup habits he could not erase.
Cosmetics brighter she just bought instead.
He told her that he did not mind if she
conversed more with his best friend when really
it made him very jealous just to see
her with another guy. He felt silly
to hear, “I think you care not what I do.
It’s boring. For your friend I’m leaving you.”
Shirley hired a taste tester at long last.
The rest of us thought it odd that his name is Blast.
We went to meet him; startled now, for he is a mouse.
Why would you want one living inside your house?
He is the best taste tester I have ever had.
I was frankly thrilled to see him, totally glad.
He likes the taste of everything, even pipes, you see.
Complimenting my cooking, much more than Lee.
We asked Lee her husband what he thought of this.
His answer was a weird kind of shut-up hiss.
Parked in front of the TV in his usual spot.
Where I suppose this old guy will eventually rot.
I saw a commercial on TV about some guy teaching younger people how not to be their parents. I started thinking, maybe this is what’s wrong with America. We no longer act like our parents did. This trainer was trying to stop a shopper from doing things like complimenting the butcher and seeking the manager to report ‘Brian in produce’, for his excellent customer service. In each situation, the ‘trainer’ told him that it was inappropriate behavior. This commercial was telling us that it’s perfectly ok to be rude, inconsiderate, and wasteful. To yell at the butcher for not doing something, that is probably against the rules, but don’t dare compliment someone on doing a good job. If only there was a rule somewhere to tell us the proper way to act. Something like, “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” Or how about, “Honor thy Father and thy Mother.” Wouldn’t that be great?
When did we forget
how to be nice to others—
I guess when God died
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