moon serenades
twinkling star- each
compliments the other
Your beauty shines with radiant fusion,
A splendor that touches my soul's decision.
Your smile, a masterpiece of perfection's vision,
Captivates my heart with tender passion.
Your cosmetic choices, a work of art's illusion,
Enhancing your aura, a heavenly provision.
Your perfume, a scent that's divine and sweet mission,
Filling my heart with love's tender confession.
Your hair, a cascade of ebony precision,
Shining like the night with starry position.
Your teeth, a smile of pearly white expression,
Brightening my world with joyous permission.
Your diplomatic smile, a heart's gentle motion,
Melting my fears with loving devotion.
Your golden heart, a treasure of pure intention,
Filling my life with love's sweet rendition.
You are the joy beneath my soul's foundation,
My guiding star, my love, my heart's exploration.
You are the one I adore, my heart's sweet obsession,
Forever with you, my love, is my heart's sweet possession.
Forever yours, my love, is my heart's sweet passion,
Together we'll dance, in love's sweet, sweet fusion. On
I REMEMBER THE LITTLE THINGS
BY ALICE MARAGLIA
2019
I was raised with a set of morals we don't hear much today
things like, "yes mam," "no sir", please and thank you.
Excuse me when we needed to be heard, now all you
get is a push and a shove, no one cares.
Men tipped their hats to women passing by,
"Good Morning" was a standard reply.
Seats on the bus were offered up out of respect
to an elder, a mom to be, or the disabled who cannot see.
Today, there are no moral standards to teach our young,
How are we making America Great again?
Did our political correctness replace those values?
We will never go back to the day it once was.
The Bible was read morning noon and night,
now we have the cell phone, and AI to guide us at night.
Be careful people, you are being invaded by a stranger
who knows not or cares, for the danger ahead is clear.
If you have nothing nice to say,
don't say anything at all.
Your opinions seem to ruin my day.
What gave you the gall
to express your unpleasant views,
about me, my physique, or my features?
Don't you think my feelings'd be bruised?
Maybe everyone could be a little sweeter,
a little more good natured,
no nice words ever seem to be savoured.
This isn't nice,
this isn't right.
Making fun of people, body shaming,
stamping labels and naming.
Even the compliments have layers.
All this negativity; we turn from lovers to slayers.
Much like compliments, so do condiments
~ bring forth sweet temperaments
If you have not gotten to know my soul.
Then you know nothing of my scars & my soul.
So save the egotistical compliments to take my blindfolds off.
They will not work.
I saw her sitting placidly on a wide stone
Sucking sweet strawberries.
She picked a fruit
Pinching the leaves and sucked on the fruit.
She was completely oblivious of me
Despite that I was one of her regular buyers.
A slight warm breeze flowed from a near by field.
Rows and rows of plants with pods of broad beans
Hanging from the stems,
Young tender beans so sweet in flavour.
I love the taste of unleavened bread,
Saturated with strong olive oil, tomato paste,
Capers and sliced olives and beans.
A glass of beer would compliment all.
The young woman now looked at me.
I asked to buy some beans.
We did not haggle.
But I had to pick the pods myself!
On my return I saw she still sucked strawberries.
She stood up to receive the money.
I stood still watching the red wet mouth.
Impulsively I kissed her.
She did not resist.
She smiled and handed me a small container
Full of lovely red strawberries.
She smiled and sweetly said:
Compliments of a kiss.
Fat ladies on the beach wear thongs
What's wrong with that
Did they run out of tent again
Beach balls come in multicolored blue
To get confused with obesity
Small round women swimming
Who wear spandex suits to force the tides high
Roll the waves back from where they came
From Florida to England when they dive
Signs read, Fat chicks cause tidal waves
Enter at your own risk if you aren't a fish
When a woman asks if she is fat
Never answer that
Divert her attention to the sea and say
You are not large my dear
The ocean is simply too small for its size
This time of year
backhanded compliments
became the standard practice
within our maladaptive version of normalcy
which fell dependent upon
a series of inconsistent
swings in mood experienced
within a single conversation
which over time became the way
of our world
COMPLIMENTS
A compliment can change the way,
The recipient will spend their day.
Lifting moods in times of need,
A pay it forward type of seed.
To criticize and pick apart,
It's damaging to one's heart.
So make an effort to be kind,
You never know what friends you'll find!!!
Oct, 4 2013
My compliments:
for marrying our mama
for taking us on
for putting up with us
for being tough on us
for demanding our best
for not leaving…
My compliments:
for letting me marry your mama
for letting me take you on
for letting me put up with you
for letting me be tough on you
for letting me demand your best
for letting me stay…
For: Frank’s contest
My heart is full of fears,
And eyes with tears,
Compliments are on my way!!
I can tell by the
way he holds
me
He places his
hands on my
waist politely
Looks deep in
my eyes
And blinks
twice
After that
follows an
intimate smile
He never
speaks
Just his
actions make
me weak
When we kiss
Without words
he tells me I'm
all he needs
With no royal
garments or
traits
He treats me
like his queen
when we
together
All these
unspoken
feelings
Are conveyed
to each others
heart
He is amazing
His ears have
heard these
words never
His eyes have
seen my face
never
His mouth have
uttered no
words
Yet I know in
me he has got
all the beauty
in the world
I'm his gold
I'm his soul mate
I'm his oxygen
His water
I'm his lover
And I wish I
could give him
these
compliments
Each morning
when I open
my eyes and
see his
Beautiful face
They carry my sorrows away
Through the tiniest of spheres
Dip the wand deep into the soap
Blow the bubbles into the air
There go the sorrows floating up
Flying through the currents around
Playing peek-a-boo with anyone
Trying to get away, they go higher
Till all at once…POP…they burst
And so does my sorrows with them
I’m finally in a state of true joy
Complements of a floating bubble
Russell Sivey
Entrant into Debbie Guzzi's "Bubbles" contest!
Those are,
Virgin thoughts
And the fussy
Fusses you make.
Alone we get born
And alone do we tread,
And of course;
Travel paths of Passion and love.
Rigid are the pure firmly entrenched,
And you brew desires
Of the clouds and the rain;
The youthful essence of life.
Why then thou forsake,
The meadows, and the wilderness,
And thirst for the springs
The nectars of the Gods.
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