#complement
english best be a sumbitch of a language,
even to its native spear carriers, a tongue,
a burning device (see Moses, coal, et.al), oft
best kept under lock and key, when it’s got
nothing good to say, they say(!), but my somber
mourning prayer greets as its custom, at a 6:00 am,
with a,”Do you know where your poem is?”
Y/N?
and today, before a word is loud spoken,
the labored breathing is a resounding
transforming chiming charmant song,
the answer is “oh yes, yes please, these words,
May I have some more, please sir?”
And smiling devlish words are atumbling from mine
eyes, who have seen the coming of the glory this day,
in me, my instant no thinking, tinkering birthing
in the bathroom of this reflective, poetic,
unecletryfried device, the bathroom mirror…
First be advised, be capable, be unAFRAID,
If thou knowers not the difference tween
compliment and complement, so google now
posthaste, no time to waste, other wise you’ll
be taking this voyage with Jack in steerage,
and you know, he never made it back to the USofA!
(please come!)
O.K.
now knowing the All~Knowing,
Vive la différenciation!
between these two same~sounding~idiotic~synchronicities ,
we may proceed to the wisdom of my prayer:
The greatest compliment one can freely be given,
and better yet, to gift
is to adjoin my scribble to your own name
acknowledging the complementary nature
of our natures, by reposting it, making it
in large part, now ours, not just mine,
an adjoining of our names, and the why this poem
is entitled, the greatest complement, for in reposting,
you make, an act, an acknowledgement of our kinship,
our fellowship
our mutuality of authorship,
a shared world view, a common set of what
is valuable in our sharing eyesight,
and oh what a great
compliment!
you grant us both
by this simple gesture.
Thank you.
6:54AM Friday, Sabbath Eve, March 20, 2026
Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 6:10 AM UTC
I'll stay
In your embrace
Forever -While
You complementing
My presence - with
Your precious kisses
My Love!
Oct 22, 2024
Oct 22, 2024 at 2:38 AM UTC
his words burned through people
with barely a care in the world
corrosive, toxic, flammable,
the strongest acid she'd ever seen.
her words slid over people
like soap, a weak base
so she kept quiet
meek could have been
her middle name.
she thought they could neutralize.
she thought he was a weaker acid,
one that could complement her,
not one that burned at the touch.
but burn he did.
nevertheless, she prevailed.
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 12:35 AM UTC
In 11 years
At least one thing hasn't changed:
You're home to me
You've supported my endeavors
And I've always had you to come home to
I like having that to count on
I need your stability
May I be so bold to say
Maybe you need my variety
I like that you truly see me
I need that
Maybe you do too
I need your insight and blunt honesty
I need your silliness
Maybe you need my different ways of thinking
We unwaveringly support each other
I need your stability
Maybe you need my variety
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 4:12 PM UTC
You don't know how much it hurt me,
I suppose you were misled.
I've been waiting all day to tell you,
Only to hear what you misinterpret what I said.
Pathetic, you think you knew what I meant,
You thought you saw through my smile,
What did you think of me?
Some irresponsible Middle school child?
Sorry for bothering you,
I only wasted your time,
I'm not capable of complementing
People who aren't like mine.
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 4:23 AM UTC
*So we often look for a love that will supplement us.
Don't!
I hope you find a love that complements you.
Adores you.
Respects you.
I hope you grow to realise that only Jesus Christ can supplement us.
He will complete us and make us whole.
So I hope you find a love that complements you.
Complements every bit and part of the imperfect you.*
Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 12:40 AM UTC
He should have been the complement to my heart, not the remedy
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 4:55 PM UTC
I love the way a person can be spotted from the other side of the room without even trying.
It's like the earth breathing, wind beating against my windows as it's sighing.
They're just as all other things are,
outstanding without ever really standing out.
Yet they do.
Somehow they just caught your eye, and drew you in.
Like the stars in the nighttime blue, one standing out more than the other even if they all look exactly the same.
Since when did the pavement of dust and dirt decide to be walked upon?
Without, what would support?
That's the thing, it didn't, it couldn't.
It just is.
Just like they didn't choose to stand out, but they did.
Just like you don't feel like anyone sees you, or that anyone cares to admire you delicate face.
You are inspiring to someone without ever lifting a single finger,
and that can't be too bad honestly.
All you do is exist, and you mean the world to someone.
You complement everything without ever deciding to accessorize anything, and I guess that's just the way things are.
(j.a.r.)
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 2:28 PM UTC
Quiet and demure night
one finds out by chance
is sleeping peacefully
on the same bed,
covered by a grey blanket
the sultry day too seeks after,
the tribulations a day long.
One would think that
smug and complementing light
for her is an anathema, is it?
But now it comes to light,
he is more like her paramour,
this face she keeps hidden
so audaciously, the unabashed
adulteress has no sense of shame
"When you imagine things,
take responsibility to it,
don't try to blame others"
You'd hear her murmur,
the long clandestine affair of
darkness to light, takes me
to where it all began..
will there be diversity
that enriches life without contrast?
The Himalayas should
sincerely thank ocean trenches..
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 1:13 PM UTC
When the dry eastern wind raises the dust,
The northern Scottish breeze sways the grass,
Where the pasture and desert meet, the fulfillment of cultivating is met.
Where the man and the woman meet, the very ground shall be covered with scattered weeds, for she will bring the snow, and he will bring the shovel.
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 10:25 AM UTC