#complementary - Hello Poetry

~For, Inspired by, Alyssa Holmes Underwood~ when your scalp is getting pretty thin, and there’s not much room for a feather in your cap, along comes a message, that a simple poem inspired one of our number to commence writing and I am thunder-dumb-struck by the piquet power of our piquant words, gaming each other to reach for the pen knowing only the When is Now, no What or Why, nor Wherefore relevant, just just just urgent to compose which comports with that rapid higher heart rate, confirming a burn of needy incitement and laugh hard @myself, for nearly daily one of your writs, provocative messages, pithy insights to me, does exact that, but that I could possess that “influence” never ever occurred to me and I thank this human for forging a great complementary, this, is no spelling error unintended, compliments be sweet, but to be lucky enough to pass along the incredible incredulous creation sensation the sparkling sparking of another’s human cells is simply The Greatest Complementary two rightly angles pairing, connecting by a tangential hypotenuse and go to the rest of a sleep deep with gratitude for having lived this day*

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Nov 21, 2024

Nov 21, 2024 at 8:30 AM UTC

nat-lipstadt

The Greatest Complementary

~For, Inspired by, Alyssa Holmes Underwood~ when your scalp is getting pretty thin, and there’s not much room for a feather in your cap, along comes a message, that a simple poem inspired one of our number to commence writing and I am thunder-dumb-struck by the piquet power of our piquant words, gaming each other to reach for the pen knowing only the When is Now, no What or Why, nor Wherefore relevant, just just just urgent to compose which comports with that rapid higher heart rate, confirming a burn of needy incitement and laugh hard @myself, for nearly daily one of your writs, provocative messages, pithy insights to me, does exact that, but that I could possess that “influence” never ever occurred to me and I thank this human for forging a great complementary, this, is no spelling error unintended, compliments be sweet, but to be lucky enough to pass along the incredible incredulous creation sensation the sparkling sparking of another’s human cells is simply The Greatest Complementary two rightly angles pairing, connecting by a tangential hypotenuse and go to the rest of a sleep deep with gratitude for having lived this day*

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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

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Jan 27, 2018

Jan 27, 2018 at 4:12 PM UTC

pineapple-isle

Complementary

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

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Pure in it's gleaming marble white a rare conch shell, well formed, with 'reverse turning spiral',* he holds, in both palms with reverence closer to his naked chest, where his beating caged heart tries to create echoes, as if it, in an unknown mysterious way, represents a myth entwine him with pure nature. An intriguing remains, retrieved, from the accumulated deep sea secrets, where still his memories vaguely roam in another life, as a creature of the deeps. The conch he is aware, hides tender notes that bridles air, water and fire, cosmic ripples prods him subtly to accelerate his quest, a swim towards the maelstrom of inner core, commingling with the music cosmos conducts every moment, with it's billion piece orchestra grand. She is a flame burning in clarified butter, his consort,her eyes reflect a concurrent spirit, both her palms she bring together ,makes a lotus thus and a red blooming lotus is nestled between palms. Her lotus speaks of fecundity,from which flows love and life generations, descend find succor, in the gentle fragrance, and warmth, the lotus, protects, even at the midst of a freeze. Her eyes are blissfully half closed immersed in the fragrance wafting in the air spreading in waves far and wide.

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Feb 14, 2016

Feb 14, 2016 at 9:26 PM UTC

k-balachandran

Portrait of a couple

Pure in it's gleaming marble white a rare conch shell, well formed, with 'reverse turning spiral',* he holds, in both palms with reverence closer to his naked chest, where his beating caged heart tries to create echoes, as if it, in an unknown mysterious way, represents a myth entwine him with pure nature. An intriguing remains, retrieved, from the accumulated deep sea secrets, where still his memories vaguely roam in another life, as a creature of the deeps. The conch he is aware, hides tender notes that bridles air, water and fire, cosmic ripples prods him subtly to accelerate his quest, a swim towards the maelstrom of inner core, commingling with the music cosmos conducts every moment, with it's billion piece orchestra grand. She is a flame burning in clarified butter, his consort,her eyes reflect a concurrent spirit, both her palms she bring together ,makes a lotus thus and a red blooming lotus is nestled between palms. Her lotus speaks of fecundity,from which flows love and life generations, descend find succor, in the gentle fragrance, and warmth, the lotus, protects, even at the midst of a freeze. Her eyes are blissfully half closed immersed in the fragrance wafting in the air spreading in waves far and wide.

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You are an artifact, chiseled alabaster, I am just molded plaster of Paris, You remain rich shiny white, irrespective of seasonal changes, I need frequent involvement of hands that know their craft well, to be seen as an object of art, that barely survives, but still brittle, would easily turn to dust. Men and women are different, inside out I was told, I see it myself now and delighted! Over and over again I ask you to be aware of the limitations that tie me down and forgive but you won't accept, go on with your life quietly caring so much to keep my sinking heart buoyant.

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Jan 17, 2016

Jan 17, 2016 at 1:29 PM UTC

k-balachandran

Placid feminine

You are an artifact, chiseled alabaster, I am just molded plaster of Paris, You remain rich shiny white, irrespective of seasonal changes, I need frequent involvement of hands that know their craft well, to be seen as an object of art, that barely survives, but still brittle, would easily turn to dust. Men and women are different, inside out I was told, I see it myself now and delighted! Over and over again I ask you to be aware of the limitations that tie me down and forgive but you won't accept, go on with your life quietly caring so much to keep my sinking heart buoyant.

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"To dismiss as 'Dark' is to eclipse what complementary Light?"

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Mar 16, 2015

Mar 16, 2015 at 2:06 PM UTC

Anubis-the-Philosomancer

Taiji

"To dismiss as 'Dark' is to eclipse what complementary Light?"

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Dear one, as desired, meticulously corrected the mistakes you made, one by one. In the process added my own, do I need to tell? I take refuge in the thought that it was expected when you chose me for this job. All I can say is this: we complement each other; but perfection is the mirage we relentlessly search in this desert.

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Dec 17, 2014

Dec 17, 2014 at 7:24 AM UTC

k-balachandran

Perfection

Dear one, as desired, meticulously corrected the mistakes you made, one by one. In the process added my own, do I need to tell? I take refuge in the thought that it was expected when you chose me for this job. All I can say is this: we complement each other; but perfection is the mirage we relentlessly search in this desert.

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