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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Hidden beauty resides not in the grace like charms Of coy smiles Painted across a gentle Madonnas face. Nor is she vested within the chastened vows Of saintly knights; encased Great-Helm: Thus maketh the pale maidens meek pulse To so fervently race! She neither dwells in fair Michelangelos alabaster statues, Or famed masterpieces hung upon hushed galleries Hallowed walls. Never does she proudly boast from-on-high In lofty ivory towers, Or brazenly shout across yawning grandiose marble halls! For she will not be found in royal palaces, Or sprawling estates of greatly lauded piles; She is not to be found in ancient cathedrals - Or exalted from their most sacred holy aisles! She will not be found in hidden empires in brave new worlds Frontiered by far flung foam washed shores; Nor found prowling echoing dusty bank vaults - If all the worlds bankers Were to throw open all of their bolted cold steel doors! For hidden beauty knows all the crafts and wisdoms Of learned mens most subtle and tricky arts: And cares not a jot, or gives a damn, For all the poets and their foolish sentimental hearts! But..... Perhaps she shyly glowers inside a sun struck morn - Her stealing lips simmering upon the dew kissed dawn; Perhaps she wantonly flirts alongside a babbling brook - Where sweet Virgil, Her, for a Muse mistook; Perhaps she frequents the flowery paths of verdant pasture - With all their lush, vibrant, unassuming rapture; Perhaps you may find her in the dappled shades - In and amongst the streaming glades; Perhaps she traipses idly through heavens lights - Of beached harvest moons and star tilted nights. Or..... Perhaps she briefly flickers across sizzling lightening strikes - Accompanying thunderous cannonades of symphonic rolling might; Perhaps she sometimes ignites the drifting tallgrass plains - Glistening within fleeting rainbows blazing an arc over sparkling rains; Perhaps she is in the gulf filled roar of stormy headlands - Whose pounding seas smash and grind the sheering cliffs to sands; Perhaps she burns across diamond ice in glacial mountains high - Where frozen snows reach sharply upwards to rip open the azured sky; Perhaps she slumbers in impenetrable greening forests deep - Lain down with the hunted grey wolf...safe at last in contented sleep! For..... I am the glint rippling upon the gleam - The tumbling cryptic flashing only partly seen; I am the eternal flame that crackles in the grate - The enigmatic, indecipherable, most profound innate; I am the paradox within the intrigue - That does so contrive but does not deceive; I am the quantum within the curled up string - The grain of truth from which all half-truths spring. I am all these indefinable moments and much, much more... which all of your befuddled senses are resigned to grapple with - Whereupon to set such store! So..... Content yourself and make not the mistake To assuredly set me aside to thus debate. For i am beyond the conjectures of a mere mortal mind, As by accidental-consequential reaction...i cannot be denied! For "Hidden Beauty"..... Once freed from Pandoras box upon this spinning coil: To fire and play upon your enchanted thoughts - and forever foil!!
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