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People are losing their sense of humor
everything is now offensive
A good laugh from comedy
is now a bad thing
A compliment, a smile, an common word usage
is now offensive
Satire is no longer funny
Any view different from yours is now racist
Worry, anger and guilt and hate
are the new pleasures that never please
Sometimes I watch my little dogs play
the simplest of things gift laughter
So nice when a friend unexpectedly calls to say hi
walking together with your love hand and hand
Being witty, silly or just joking around
Happiness is waiting for the world to rediscover
laughter is the sound of freedom
Even in sickness and with deep sadness
I pray I will die laughing
I was moving down an access trail
in my favorite Pennsylvania game land,
heading towards and open meadow,
near which I’d set up a tree stand.
Then came a rustling from some bushes thick,
a buck shot out at lightning speed,
I reached for my gun, but he was gone,
through dense forest the buck did flee.
I was stunned by this strange happening,
for a buck to have gotten so near
to a human walking in plain sight,
it should have been skittish, hiding in fear.
Then exploding from that same thick brush,
came a petite and seething form,
she fixed a pair or rabid eyes on me,
shook once with anger, and then she roared:
“You stupid fool! I had that awesome deer,
all lined up for the kill in my sights!
If it weren’t for the sound of your footsteps,
I would have had that buck dead-to-rights!”
I instinctively bristled at her sharp tone,
snapped,”Forgive me for walking a public trail.
Maybe if you had a stand, weren’t mucking ’round,
you would have seen more than that deer’s trail.”
She roared,”And maybe if you had half a brain,
you’d be able to pick out my ground blind!
Took me days to find their bedding space,
now all of that is just wasted time!”
I yelled,”If you really do have a blind there,
I would have to stay that I was impressed.
But I’m so damn mad I wouldn’t say so,
even if it’s camouflaged with the best!”
She screamed,”And I’m so pissed, I won’t say ‘thank you,’
even though I worked for this so very hard.
How could I accept a compliment
from a fool who sends deer running far?
“And I certainly couldn’t appreciate
That pristine rifle, that cowboy gun,
owned by some rookie who makes too much noise,
who scotches up my shot and hunt!”
I laughed. “And I clearly can’t ogle at
the ancient bolt-action you’ve got there!”
She said,”And I would never tell a greenhorn
that my gramps once used it to hunt bear!”...
CONCLUDES IN PART II
Sun kissed treetops have a special shine
With snowcapped mountains standing tall behind
The warmth of the sun and chill of the snow
Is such a majestic sight to behold
The leaves dance and sway in the gentle breeze
Their colors vibrant with beauty to please
A canvas painted by nature in a work of art
A moment in time capturing the heart
The snowy peaks are a regal backdrop over the land
A symbol of strength so naturally grand
Their majesty and grace are a beautiful crown
An awe-inspiring compliment to the sun kissed trees in town
Sun kissed treetops and snowcapped mountain peaks
A scenic and serene moment which speaks
To nature’s beauty and the wonders we reap
Capture breathtaking moments as memories to keep
Copyright © Christopher Delegans 2023
Vivace the tempo of the morning only due to current scheduling.
a Adagio type atmosphere is prefered: so they asked the guest
to allow the wait staff to use a cart to serve buffet style while
the actual line at the buffet could move along evening up
the time spent waiting to be served.
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Fried Cucumber fritters with smoked salmon and sour cream and dill.
with lobster eggs benedict, the toast was center cut
from a sourdough loaf and toasted and buttered.
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Then they shall dine. As unhindered by the obstacle.
might such find them inspiration.Truest in compliment
or complaint neither agrees with the professional.
Yet please may they be happy, and might there satisfaction
validate my affords to please.
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the desires and expectations and needs
of a person are communicated to people
when they are communicated to the right
people or person your satisfaction can come
about: thus bringing about pleasant a fulfill-
ing emotion that occurs when your expectations
are met.
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Written By: Með Virðingu
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Ill Advised
Giving advice to someone who may be suffering from an illness.
Being advised by somebody who is considerably ill.
A poor choice made as a direct result of an advisory made by an incompetent advisor.
A mere mistake made by this so called ill advised individual.
Super dope actions or action carried out by a wicked sick, dope super person.
A recommendation to do Ill will in a multitude of ways.
A commonly used phrase that is fairly cliche and consequently lacks charisma and originality.
As for me, I think that being ill advised is so sick that I would consider it as a super dope compliment.
I am all sorts of:
Ill Advised
5/28/17
It surprised me, randomly she thanked me
It had happened so many years ago
It was there in the news, reminding her
Of the ordeal women still must go through
She remembered me, our small victory
She called me ‘fearless’ and I almost laughed
I had only done what had to be done
And absolutely thought no more of it
To me, 'twas victims rallied for a cause
Through the years men felt free to compliment
Some had no clue where the line was drawn
Their smiles lingered, trying to be so coy
No shame in being inappropriate
Creepy old men in positions of clout
Charm if at all lost many years ago
Enough was enough, it had gone too far
It was time to put an end to it all
So I took out my pen and let it rip
It was over and war I did declare
Disgusting fool, he did not have a chance
AP: 2nd place 2020
Hello mate with the smile of a sweet peach, how may I help you angel.
She had a smile that would calm the savage breast of the beast before an attack.
Her teeth of pearly white and small dimples in her cute cheeks, how I long to kiss those soft cheeks.
A pretty smile that deserves a soft kiss upon her lips.
A natural nude color of her lips, they need no lip stain; however, the lip stain would add more to you in a form of a compliment.
Seeing your feet every morning before you got ready for work, white and of red polish.
How I longed to embrace your sweet form and draw in your pleasant scent.
Your hair is beautifully blond and medium length.
Your eyes are a pool of water in Cinque Terre.
They draw me into a smile.
Your voice calms my soul.
May I say to you, I love knowing you.
A troubadour in my heart.
A troubadour in your heart.
I hope to God you are ok my soul mate.
I hope you succeed.
I may be able to catch a glimpse of you on a Sunday at our mutual location.
Only then can I say thank you.
Only then can I hold your hand and embrace you as my sister in the eyes of the Messiah.
Only then can I greet you in my European way.
To you I would like to say, “in another time our hands were together in white and black.”
Praise to Allah for us meeting; maybe someday our paths will cross again.
Possibly you may become a part of my heart; however, only Yahweh will place you into a lower role than that of a wife.
I will still say I love you.
A dynasty of events has become our destiny, Miss D. Grazie mi bella ragazza di Bianca.
La mia angela di capelli di biondi.
Bachiami.
Death had no words for me,
but we quietly sat and stared each other in the eye. shameless,
all i could think about, imagine...was the clouds,
how much they inspire me.
how they carry on in spite of. they can be full and voluptuous like a woman's curves or weepy and ridden with sorrow
They compliment the celestial sphere during the day, sometimes appear during night.
All this in my mind while death attempted to seduce me with her worry free plans
the ones she offered up to me
but the clouds,
their significance in my life,
how they grace the creamy blue
travel over oceans, never fading or melting away,
although transparent,
clouds are powerful, attention demanding...
As death's glare tempted me to take her hand, I simply thought,
"Not until the clouds redeem me."
They looked at me with doubt
The light had long gone out
I was long past my prime
Ripples in a pond subside over time
"That's him?", an onlooker thought it odd
"Yes" his brother said, "I swear to God!"
A girl said "I don't see it, but it must be there"
Their doubts didn't faze me, I really didn't care
"It's all a fraud," said a sad man staring
I laughed inwardly, I was past caring
A colleague thought I was magnetic, explained it by a pheromone
He thought I didn't wash; I just gave a groan.
Then a woman said angrily that I must be kept down
A backhanded compliment, but I'd rather not drown
A young man told his friends that I had a "dog face"
He didn't feel I belonged in his land, his place.
For many years, I hadn't slept through the night
But one day, I got up, feeling alright.
Put a bike helmet on my bald head
Got on my Trek, like a 70's retread.
Cycled out of the city, into green lands
Blood rushed to my face, heard musical bands
Light came from somewhere, buried inside
Perhaps its last stand, before it expired and died
A few people caught sight, gasped with surprise
We were all feeling good, there were stars in their eyes
They gave me a smile, a smile from the heart
Like a sudden symphony, like a work of art.
Should we believe in illusion, should we stick to the fact?
Should we get to the real, or fall for an act?
Whatever was true, I'm old now and worn
But in a smile, in enthusiasm, it's always reborn
Smiles are cheap, I think there's no harm
Life is short, why not add myth, no cause for alarm.
Mommy and I are watching out the window at the farmer and his girl.
She is darling, with the strong legs of a runner and a birthing behind.
See that hair beneath her bonnet, Mom whispers. It’s a swivel of a curl.
She has a short face if you ask me, but perhaps this is not very kind.
She cannot have four legs, or a pretty mane like yours, Mr. VompliGent.
She loves horses and her heart is soft. But she is not ugly in any way
Not sure why I got my name, at this point I suppose it’s a compliment.
Our farmer is acting silly too now, chasing her around, his mouth a bray.
Why do they wear all those things on their body? I ask in confusion.
Glad we can run naked and free, not impeded or held back by anything.
I do not know she admits. It would not be comfortable for any fusion.
The giggling and carrying on out there help our hearts to sing.
Farmer has never been this intrigued by a filly before the one at our gates.
We watch them cavort, and see his smile lighting up the pasture true.
I think they will probably be living in the house together soon, Mom states.
In almost no time they bring their young one out to see us, dressed in blue.
We snort and smirk and laugh with our large brown eyes, smiling happily.
They are a cute two-legged couple, and we are glad for them and their babe.
What do you think Mr. VompliGent, farmer asks dewy eyed and sappily.
I think I would rather have a different name, less pretentious, maybe Gabe.