Long Flattery Poems
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Some days poetry flows
sometimes it is just words.
In the final spring - a poet
yearned for an immaculate blossom,
for his fingertips to bring a painting into life - to
meticulously cultivate and craft a masterpiece.
I recall an opal oasis full of pearl petals,
glittering with rows of diamond orchids,
citrine marigolds, moonstone lotuses,
and garnet roses surrounded by
amethyst lavender and sapphire bluebells.
craving for his mastery.
In a distant meadow,
consumed with faithless flock
grazing dead leaves -
there you bloomed from bronze roots,
an enchanting flower held by an emerald sepal.
In your flattery,
he became a willing devotee,
seduced by the scent of your paradisiacal petals.
But in your admiration he neglected
his selfless blooms,
unaware of wicked weeds
wandering in eidolic fields.
At sunset he would mirror the stars
and follow you like fireflies at midnight,
Serenade you with mystical lullabies,
evoking a sense of serenity,
but in the deception of dawn
you prioritised the sun,
over his soothing moonlight,
so you wilted, withering,
dripping in dewdrops.
In your servitude,
he placed you in the
greenhouse of his heart,
to protect you from the arrival of autumn,
but gaslighting gardeners,
sliced all of his intimate stems,
allowing satanic rain
to poison your spirit.
In the darkness, which dilates his eyes,
the pain still penetrates like a bitter blade
and he has become a forgotten gardener,
with dead seeds of scepticism
sowed into his soul.
True love feels like a burning flame of fire,
fueled by everlasting bonds of trust.
And not the warm embers of a liar,
distorting truths in the pursuit of lust.
You feel the tears building behind your eyes,
while your hopes sink, scuttled by betrayal.
And realizing what each drop implies,
dreams collapse, while anxieties prevail.
An unbearable pain pierces your heart
when truth dispels the illusion of lies.
And while doubt and mistrust tear it apart,
depression devastates trust—as it dies.
The empty promises your heart endured
were a mix of flattery and pretense.
And juvenile dreams that never matured
spurred a catastrophic set of events.
Like a river, destiny sets love's course—
yet you get to choose who'll be by your side.
And if fate veers and heads toward remorse,
change direction: to stop the hurt inside.
Love's sacrificed on the altar of pride,
when you dismissed any feelings of pain.
For your arrogance denied love had died,
convincing yourself I'm acting insane.
The truth lies buried, hiding your intent,
as you ignore the anguish in my cries.
And the stain of deceit marked love's descent;
as flattery and lies clouded my eyes.
Naive about the status of love's fate,
innocence had me pursuing a dream.
And jumping ahead, unwilling to wait,
I naively took trust to the extreme.
A promise grown old when hope was still young,
love, isn't always forever, as fabled.
For when lies get spun by a silver tongue,
feelings are seldom correctly labeled.
As the depths of despair contort my mood;
my ego, no longer rejects the truth.
And my heart recoils, for sex, becomes lewd,
contrary to the delusions of youth.
Floating scents
of blossoms
Walking in the ashes
Of Derek's heaven
Inbound upon vision
Falling crystal teardrops
Summer dew
On the ground
Beautiful gardens surround
Explosive in nature's beauty
Blossoms of all shades
Bouquet the very earth
In the sweet
beautiful aroma
In the scent
a beautiful fragrance
Entering the house
Blue awakens senses
Opening vision
Falling to it flattery
Famous artists everywhere
In its twentieth
century grandeur
A harvest
of art
Entering a peacock
held on my vision
My mark on time
I saw a Picasso
Holding the kitchen
In a brightened air
Renoir held the upstairs
In a setting
burning warm
A pretty maiden
In pose
Speaking volumes
inside of me
Snake skin slipperS
Upon the beds ground
In the wardrobe
a rustic jacket
Christian Dior
Upon the bed
Lay sweetheart pillows
A lady's promise
On her fisherman's
Safe return
Each window
A different picture
Picturesque beautiful
Different views
Of the grounds
Walking towards the lake
Birds singing
In its gentle breeze
Nature whispers
Rustling
in the trees
Leaves one's soul
Whistling in the leaves
In a silent stare
Across the water
Inbound sound
A fish plops
Spiraling ripples
on the surface
Breaking reflections
A gentle breeze
Caresses the brow
Aroma flares
Within the nostrils
Trees standing
Their ground
Centuries looking over
Heavenly
standing tall
Amongst the blossoms
The sun
Will forever smile
In moonlight
Silver shadows
casting the soul
In all its beauty
In the colours
of a butterfly
Kissing heaven
Upon its air
Blowing
a butterfly kiss
Fluttering beautiful
Floating on
Glebe's breeze
Falling around
Glebe house
Written: September 25, 2023
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In the depth of night, we gathered as one,
With eyes akin to a tiger, fierce and undone
The night itself, a canvas, poetry unbound,
Diction, akin to skyscrapers, soar as sound.
The moon and stars danced in verse.
A cosmos in every window spells obverse.
We gazed in awe at the grandeur we wove.
A suburb of the lexicon, a testament to love
Some of us were clad in cold-weather gear.
Others have palms and hearts full of cheer.
But, in a stupor, we all wore thrilled cloaks.
Words painted universes with each stroke.
Where are you, poets of the seas and air?
A word may soar hills and dive with no care.
I'll cherish them close to my delicate heart.
Endure in the city of words; never depart.
In the depth of the night, we saw your light.
A beacon of verity, blazing ever so bright.
Together, we gathered, souls entwined high.
Bound by the power of words, we decry.
You, poets of oceans, of the untamed,
Verses are akin to waves, ever unchained.
In the quiet night, we still hear your voice.
Echoing through the depth, giving us choice.
I'll dwell in your spoken city of dreams.
Here stories are told, and the heart gleams.
I decry peace and comfort in your poetry.
A wonderful escape, yet a haven of flattery
As long as I breathe, words I'll embrace,
In this heavenly glamor, a timeless space
In the depth of night, we gathered as one.
I was enthralled by the mysteries you spun.
You captivated us with your ferocious gaze.
At the same moment, everything was ablaze.
Our poetry reached skyscraper-like highs.
Seeking to reach for the stars in dark skies.
I am empty of empathy
come sympathise with me
Cue the violins,
or just fiddle
like a bad-tempered Roman
Offer me hope:
bring flamboyant symbols,
cheap gold pendants with wings
Maybe a big gaudy
unflappable albatross
nothing too flash,
mind you!
Take my hand,
lead me towards the edge
it’s time to fledge
Sidle me onward,
watch as I waver
Try not be over-critical
of the albatross
He’s become a hanger-on,
too far gone
and addicted to flattery
If I drag you down
or appear inhumane,
it’s all secondary
I’m merely feeling depressed
by a pouch in my brain
A séance sensed
it was next of kin,
X-rays revealed tiny pleats,
masses of tissue within folds of skin
An exorcist said it’s
my vestigial twin
Google diagnosed
(Visual agnosia)
taking shape from within
Oh! And the indifferent
chatbot I confided in,
has begun self-harming!
Tired platitudes for the pain to drown,
The bridled tongue will keep the fire bound.
A dose of bromide helps the words go down.
Exalting paupers with a golden crown.
Creating hero’s with exalted sound.
Tired platitudes for the pain to drown.
If our words of truth would be met with frown,
Would we eulogize and then chest proud pound?
“A dose of bromide helps the words go down.”
Embellished sackcloth still an ugly gown.
Vapid faces prefer the truth go round.
Tired platitudes for the pain to drown.
If only flattery we dare be shown,
Could weakling hearts bear the weight of truth found?
A dose of bromide helps the words go down.
When counsel concealed from one who is lown,
For what good cause could such ones be renowned?
Tired platitudes for the pain to drown?
A dose of bromide helps the words go down?
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A twine of hope is worth more then a thousand strings of doubt
an open door more precious then , "the knock on wood" design
A lucky rabbit foot, a four leaf clover, just trinkets to amuse,
but a prayer on the lips can ease the soul & give a heart restore
One act of kindness is more real then the fakery and flattery of sly
and one good deed more valuable then a sedentary talk of good
Often love is grasped with fiery hands of lust and eyes of blind,
when all it needs is an ounce of grace, and time to grow;
Too late we learn the meaning of success and I for one confess
a yarn of truth is worth far more then tomorrows idle promise
honesty is a gleaning cup so who needs a fluted glass of bluff
when one straight talk is valued at the price of gold and myrrh
A twine of hope can be wrapped around your finger as reminder
and its better then a thousand "told you so " from a proud achiever
humble thyself when it comes to helping others never be deskbound
sharing poetry with you like this, is the greatest treasure I found …
Ephemeral online moment...
Yours truly plagiarizes himself with zeal
courtesy mental cogs and rusty wheel,
thus no literary crime committed to steel
I broadcast material shown thru rickety
black and white Roman Times newsreel
forthwith shoddy wordplay exempts me
against copyright infringement meaning
only I own privilege to take self to heel,
nevertheless yours truly hoops longshot
to score brownie points a higher power,
I will not cajole, bribe nor appeal...
while sitting on haunches horsing around
contemplating how to clearly expound
idea that the here and now does not exist
cuz no sooner then present moment
experienced than bitta bing bitta bang...
little block of time immediately gone,
hence quite profound...
Whereby present, i.e.
2:24 PM March 4th, 2021
instantaneously becomes past.
Linkedin thru tenuous
webbed world wide
electronic thread defied
no matter flurry of emails/
messages exchanged flattery applied
courtesy transient online
tête à tête downside
cyber venue offers convenient exit
personal aversion, I chide
brevity figurative thorn in side
futile effort Androcles tried
I haint lion, familiarization denied
fledgling cyber acquaintanceships
dead on the vine, yours truly sighed
potential friendship never fortified,
cuz immediate value judgement cast,
instantaneously prejudiced aversion
perhaps hidden agenda implied
maybe intimated illusions of grandeur
netiquette nuances overstepped, I chide
yours truly vouchsafe
absolute zero great expectation
love smitten wounds pride,
the Italian girl in Algiers
inchoate mystique forever unknown
nonetheless fantasize bartered bride
figment of overactive imagination
hence grist for poetry mill
grateful fleeting rapport tried
to take flight before sputtering
doomed to dustbin of history (mine)
filed within memory as template guide
against future unnecessary disappointment
best stick to your guns abide
against infatuation lest
conjured lass doth override
focus on reality no matter who espied
Facebook post, tis foolhardy
to allow, enable, and provide leeway,
hence aimless thoughts elide
dear boy, ya never learned always denied
rapture becoming ensnared
noose sense and sensibility stride
ding blindly, dumbly, foolishly...,
into own perilous entrapment, verstehen?
Perfection takes effort to be attainable,
it's evident that some people expect it;
if a flaw shows in your character, correct it
and by doing so expect the inevitable!
Look perfect in attire, use flattery in speech;
eventually, you'll be noticed for your language...
above all, you'll be praised and loved by the rich!
Forget your roots, they must be silenced or else!
Life can be a satire, see people walking around...
they wear masks, choose one that fits your style;
be perfect in looks and words: you'll be admired,
and pretending, you'll rise to the top with guile!
Commit yourself to perfection and become that myth...
hoping you will be so invincible in your feats;
unless your strength is vulnerable to defeats,
don't take on this challenge and hurl yourself to death!