#flattery
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.
Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 12:10 PM UTC
Flopping, flipping,
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
.
Aug 4, 2019
Aug 4, 2019 at 11:48 AM UTC
Let not flattery, praise beguile
Lest you become another's foil!
May 4, 2019
May 4, 2019 at 12:38 PM UTC
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
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 5:53 PM UTC
Imitation is NOT
the best form of flattery
when the imitator
gets credit for the idea.
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 12:53 PM UTC
#***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***#
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 8:17 AM UTC
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
Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 3:15 PM UTC
Praises and flattery
works their magic once
then they start becoming
annoying
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 5:49 AM UTC
Listen to the aye-sayers;
Pay heed to the nay-sayers
For point and counter-point;
As Lear did with his fool,
As we did once in school.
Hear the sycophants and flatterers,
The realists and truists;
But in the end what matters,
Is the voice between your ears,
The sooth-sayer of future years.
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 11:43 AM UTC
i’ve been choking
on air
years before
you came by,
so don’t feel
too special
when you hear that
i’ve died.
then again,
it’s you
who injected
empty syringes
in my veins
while i ached,
and it’s you
who held my hand
in their wakes.
i always knew
you were scared
but i never knew
you were
a prison guard.
you coaxed
my sins out
when it got too hard.
then you'd slam
against
my cage,
but you left
again and
everything’s
the same.
im still a fish
washed up
onto sea.
and each breath
takes something
from me.
so did you help
or did you hurt?
i guess
i’ll never know.
and as much as
i want
to rejoice
and wither
on the sand,
i still wait
for you on
the scorching land.
(because
with you i’ll
always feel
fetal--
even when
i pray to find
my own needles).
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 8:38 PM UTC
"I am so proud of you."
It's been a while since I've heard those words directed towards me.
I am truly touched.
I walk away, with a confident grin stretched across my face.
I'll seeya tomorrow buddy!
The truth is that I am proud of him for even being around to stand there and say those words to me, as cliché as it sounds.
I am also incredibly grateful that he took the time to share his secret with me.
He is one of my best friends, regardless of everything that's been happening lately.
I know that he will be there for me in the years to come, as I will be there for him.
What's two years of difference with a connection as strong as ours?
He inspires me, he flatters me.
He makes me feel better about myself, in my moments of weakness.
He supports me, he cares about me.
He embraces me, in multiple ways, so I hug him right back...
And, suddenly, I don't feel all that weak.
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 5:45 PM UTC
(I.)
Only a fool would try, in line by line
Of fair assessment honestly expressed,
To paint with words the finest of the fine
Beauties of which you solely are possessed.
No elegance would not seem spread too thin;
And he who'd try would never be believed,
For none would see as truth the truth therein,
But think it all a lover's eyes deceived.
So candid pics and videos must record
What speech could never adequately limn,
And would be doubted elsewise word for word,—
The evidence being hearsay and far too slim.
Yet, all of these leave much too much to doubt:—
All flaws would seem, no doubt, photoshopped out.
(II.)
Like two caves spun with dusty cobweb-snares
Guarding a cache of emeralds is your nose.
Your globby eyes find shade 'neath oxen hairs.
Like two thin frowning mustaches are your brows.
With microscopic mites your shiny skin
Glints, like a hanging fruit's with aphid flies
Flitting around about and out and in,
Or a hot, oil-glistened frenchèd fry's.
Like hard, mini marshmallows are your teeth.
Your lips, like jellied dextromethorphan.
Oh! oh! to be that rubber soul beneath
Those knobby tubers made for kicking a can!
But here again the painting is askew:
It lacks that certain something that's in you.
Yes, rubber soul.
*
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 12:59 PM UTC