Your language is dreamy
And your thoughts are gleamy But why should I read them Might my eyes fall upon some more desirable emblem? No I read another poem For they are all handsome And I might get a crumb From those who know how to write a poem.
Wonderful to read what ya'll write!
Flattering lips Are the company Of fools Or worse: A bitter enemy, Who conceals a heart So cruel But words of truth - Even bold rebukes - Do accompany The wise They are a friend, And will find favor in, The men of Righteous eyes .
Let not flattery, praise beguile
Lest you become another's foil!
When they look back on me
Let them all swear He always stole diligently Oft-times unawares & If he plucked on your heartstrings Another man's chords He only piggybacked to reach higher
Imitation is NOT
the best form of flattery when the imitator gets credit for the idea.
Once upon a fair evening's bloom,
A fair maiden did make a young Courtier swoon. With a touch of the hand And a kiss of the lips, She ensured that love Was not to be Missed.
The infatuation before love is sickly sweet
Flattery is the machine Which inflates balloons Nineteen to the dozen Yet all succumb To the beat of the Heart Genuine praises Are the roses Ever fragrant in the heart
Some old , odd thoughts
Not meant for here ,but better here than in my phone notes :) When you help someone out of compassion ,you don't expect anything at all in return is what I feel :))
You Came in through the back door
I was too blind to see the true you I pend to see you weaknesses I could'nt cause it was covered by your glamour How hard I tried was effortless I was blind by your beauty I pend to see changes But what can I blind man see I only looked in my mind And my mind was crowded by thoughts of you What else was I aiming for I guess your were the only obstacle between me and my sight I looked further to see nothing I never stop hoping This is the fun part That I am blinded by you
Praises and flattery
works their magic once then they start becoming annoying