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There is a scar
On my face
Small, steadfastly placed
One only notices if they are this close
To kissing my soul
On my cheek
Below the eyes and sideways
Beside the bubble-gum sweet
Mouth, vivacious story teller
like an upside down
sharp angled half moon
The endless emotions of my sky
So attractively rough
It attacks the delicate features of my face
Allowing my streetwise beautiful
To shine through, I don’t hide thetruth
It’s as plain as the scar on my face
Life isn’t ugly, you make it that way
Some days I wish it wasn’t there
But I always
Appreciate it’s presence
I won’t ever forget
When I received
The blow to my vanity
From a fight over youthful yearnings
Is my learning processes
Scars hold history
I shall carry with me
Through tough times
Soft and easy, peaceful
To remind me
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Deep cuts from within.
She faced bravely the many hardships of womanly life.
How did she end up here?
Severe depression after her first mental breakdown.
Sorrow oppressed what was left.
Now in the parallel universe,
Never aware of the world left behind.
She will catch a brief glimpse of this world where everything is different.
Losing the veil in which includes time,
Aging without caring death awaits!
Her different personality replaces reality.
Things appear normal in her the eye.
Although captivate in her own mind,
She feels this is freedom.
Being heavily burdened--
Every day she stares into different mirrors,
Smiling in her bipolar face.
Without knowing insanity put her mind at ease.
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Censored licorice lips,
Chocolate jealousy dips
In candy coated control.
Sugar sprinkles melt,
Cotton candy welt,
Empty like a doughnut hole.
Confused little candy cane,
Wrapped in red, white and pain,
A Christmas tree limb she stole.
Left out and unwrapped, used,
Feeling tasteless and confused,
Kaleidescope pieces in a glass bowl.
Smothering the flame of my personality,
Tossed to the side, no more sweets for me.
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if my thoughts are thrilled and twisted
daily and deeply by the albums of your ways,
I succumb severely to the impulse of imminent interplay
so dumb with joy, grateful for the fusion of our fevers,
I've never let you leave my mind,
you haven't finished eating your portion of my heart,
there is so much more for you, still in my chest, on my eyes,
I am your rare happiness,
that bare beast of a woman's best distress,
trigger your storm sirens with a single drop of Goodbye,
serve you with the most sensational sadness,
replenish your youth with an admiration that won't die,
knowing that I am not a makeshift man, nor a loyalty within a lie,
that I'll punish your pulse with peppered pleasure
because I can, because I must,
pull your hair just to hear those breaths beg for big flares,
treat the smooth and sweet lascerations of love's lament
butterfly cut into the surface of a girl's search for sincerity,
we get intoxicated on performance of personality,
buzzed beautifully from believing in the addiction of adoration's affliction,
We know we can handle one another's hurt
as warriors bleed hard because they sell themselves the sacrafice,
that we can process history with humor by breaking the shame of blame,
synthesize epiphany with sympathy to nourish symphonies of Divinity
we realize that intensity is the regal implement of our tournament,
I like it when you tell me the tough truths,
that you want to be loved for more than one reason,
that being respected in segments isn't enough,
that he will never be me,
that words can outlast the disappointment of distance,
that the world overwhelms you when you most expect,
that sometimes you'd rather be a heart attack
before being a pretty song or a favorite memory,
I understand your need for absolute affection, absolute attention,
lets allow our love to be confusing, dazzling, on the verge of villainy,
it isn't steady as a sleeping heart beat
or ready for celebration like a " gee wiz " graduation,
it is our Love, and its undefinably volatile and lovely,
Your cosmos gives a question that feeds one answer,
that love is ours, safe in the arms Armageddon,
I remember the ember of our future
spazing on the hearth of fresh earth,
don't ever miss me Babe, just keep lovin me -
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She's got personality in her profile,
Golden eyes and a diamond smile.
If looks could kill, she'd be in a cell,
a genuine sweet southern belle.
She will wrench your heart away
It is a subtle game she will play
Rob you of your dignity and pride
She’ll take your heart for a ride
Your mind and money she will steal,
For this treasure wasn't real.
She clocked you when walked in the room
Made eye contact – this sealed your doom
She will wrench your heart away
It’s a subtle game she will play
Rob you of your dignity and pride
She’ll take your heart for a ride.
One more deal, the cards in line,
One more kiss the game is fine.
She walks away with a smile of stone,
You’ll ride away now all alone.
Jan Allison &
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Though we’ve never met
I comprehend your beautiful words
I feel your pleasant persona
Never a mean word to be said
I ache from your kindness
Making others feel ten feet tall
Picking me up when I may fall
Talent beyond compare
Are you brunette or fair?
But that wouldn’t matter to me
If I never had the chance to see you face to face
Your wonderful personality I could never forget
You’ve help build a community of friends
Steady and true
I wish you peaceful skies of cobalt blue
Fields of flowers brushed in rainbow colors
I pray for love from God above
For you and your family beloved
Know that you touched lives that may not have been touched
You changed someone
And brought me a new reason to write
You’re an inspiration and a friend
And you’ve touched my heart polite
Gratitude pours forth
Written for and about Sharon Weimer !
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The girl is an ultra-modern scholar,
Belongs with an upper-middle class family.
Looking very nice, smart, gets angry suddenly.
She reads M.A in English at Presidency University.
She is assimilating to the ideas of Shakespeare,
Shelley, Keats, Neruda, Byron...
Fluently speaks English, loves cricket.
Shoulders are shaken by expression.
She cries alone, laughs with everyone....
The girl is very good.
The boy is a post-modern educated son of a lower-middle class family.
He studies M.A in Bengali at Calcutta University.
He is assimilating to the routes of Vaishnab literature,
Ideas of Bharatchandra, Rabindranath Tagore, Nazrul, Jibanananda...
Writes poems, sings song, loves football.
He walks on the high-street and observes people.
He laughs alone, listens to everyone...
The boy is very good.
They are attracted by the opposite personality!
The girl wants that her lover will be a modern man.
The boy thinks that his lover will become as the mind of his.
They are changing silently
Love goes to another address...
SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA
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Bead, bangles and blush,
Lively, Lady is called a lush,
She's heard it before,
When she walks to the store,
It doesn't phase her anymore.
Eclectic and eccentric form,
She is far away from norm,
A character of charm is she,
Spirit wild with a heart free,
Letting the good time be.
Skirts, scarves and smiles,
Lady walks the main street miles,
Waves of style in her wake,
She is an island in a lake,
Giving, she does not take.
Personality and pride shine,
With age she is a fine wine.
Lady with the rose tint glasses,
A unique bud in a vase of the masses,
Teacher of living street classes.
Don't fear the characters, they bring variety,
Spices up this life, this eccentric lady is me.
for contest, eccentrize my eyes
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Words with such ugly meanings
do not belong in the everyday conversation.
Contrary to popular belief
you can live another day
without disgusting proclamations.
In what way is saying, "That girl's hot as sh*t"
These words are not to be used frivolously
like so many condiments.
A dashing here,
and a dashing there.
What am I, Emeril Lagasse, saying BAM!
They are not rays of sunshine
popping out of the clear blue sky.
Nor are they functioning wings
that make you soar high.
I know in truth most don't care;
F-this and f-that,
I mean really, what are you
trying to get at?
If it's just a personality trait
then I guess I'm stuck at a locked gate.
I'm not trying to pick a lock,
this is truly just how I talk.
... for sure not attempting to spread hate,
I just find it all quite unappealing.
Is it too much to ask
to measure up your words
with how you're actually feeling?
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I know a man of humility, love and kindness
This man is not so famous to the world but he is so famous in my world.
To raise four kids ain't an easy job
With a wage that wasn't enough
Growing up in an environment so down to earth,
He made sure the kids followed what he demanded for,
He made them all disciplined,well behaved and independent souls.
It wasn't an easy task for him and his wife,
Though rough from outside,soft from inside
Thinking for others first before his 's is the motto of his life.
This man whom I know for years and years is none other than my father
My hero,my inspiration of strength and also my great weakness
This man have stood by me in all my imperfections, giving me strength and
encouraging me towards perfections.
Taught me to fight the wild storms in life
Taught me to love selflessly
Taught me to stand tall and strong .
No books or no teachers would have taught what my father taught me.
He has seen much of life,
Some great,some not,helped us be what we want to be
No matter where I may be,what I may do or who I may become,
I am sure my father's always there for me.
He has been a solid rock for me in times of hardships
A strong personality who thought I could move the mountain so easily
He is the person who toiled day and night to make sure our needs fulfilled.
He is a man like no other.
With every year that passes,my father you are so special for me than before.
I have no words to the describe my wonderful memories
But I am a lucky and proud daughter to have father like you.
You are the strength of me standing tall
You made me live my life with heads held high
You sat by me whenever I was Ill
You stood by me to wipe my tears whenever I cried.
You are the best among the
You are the first person whom I could talk about my relationship
You accepted all my flaws
And made me a better person with your love
You are my guiding force
My light ,my god in disguise
Though the years have brought a touch of gray,
And some wrinkles upon your face
But for me you are still the most handsome man that I grew up seeing as a child.
You are just amazing father any daughter would have.
Its been so long I haven't said you
Today is the day ,a special day of yours for me to say
I love you ,my father.
You are the gem of my life,
My hero,my guide and moderator of my life.
Happy fathers day.
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Daughter of Mary and Louis
(Named after my late grandmother)
My name is Charmaine
a name originated from latin
Charmaine means - a song
Eldest of two siblings
A wife and a mother
Born and raised
in the sun-kissed land of Malta
(an island in the mediterranean sea
which is politically west,yet geographically in the southern part
of the european continent)
Baptised as roman catholic
(with faith rooted in love and forgivness)
Friends describe my personality
as amaciable and funny
(I love people,and love to make them happy)
Till I know a person properly
I might act timid and shy
Friends describe me as humble and sweet
but I am even stubborn
Friends say I'm affable,trustworthy, and good willed
Honest,loyal,hard working,generous ,and kind
I describe myself as childlike,too touchy,over sensitive at times
I find it hard to trust,and If deceived
I can become the next volcanic eruption
which fades in a short time
I am a day dreamer,and night dreamer,
(I live on the moon and on cloud nine once in a while
My mathematics teacher confirms this)
A hopeless romantic-(Non romantics might find me boring)
I hate rejection and prejudice
I hate hypocrazy,medriocracy,and burocrazy
though I shed my blood for democracy
I hate fundamentalizm ,extremizm
and anything that suffocates freedom
I condemn the division between rich and poor
I love life ,and all that is beautiful
I love birds ,animals and flowers
I love mountains,rivers,oceans and all mother nature
I love seeing the world and all that is adventorous
I love Nelson Mandela,mother Theresa,and Martin luther king
I love cooking,art,music and words
I love reading a good book,watching a great movie
(Preferably with tishoos in one hand
and a chocolate in the other)
I love being away from the buzzling sounds of nightlife
I love all seasons,Spring with its perfume
Summer with late walks,Autumn with mixed Spices
Winter with Christmas and the snow
(Ah yes,how I love Christmas)
I love all simple things,like a cup of tea
and making my house a home
Be in places with people I love
such as God ,friends,family,
or in complete silence reading sweet poetry.
Charmaine Chircop(nee: Brincat)
Born- 1st of May 1977
Star sign~ Taurus
Favourite Colours~Yellow and Blue
P.S~ Forgot to mention my phobia for Cocroaches
Confined spaces and Contests. :.)
Not for the contest but thanks Regina Riddle
Your themes are an inspirstion : )
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He says that I remind him of
Some old country song, I think
He doesn't really need to know
"How many arms have held you
And hated to let you go"
I'm dizzy, up there on his pedestal
My character is flawed
Wings tattered, flesh a bit scarred
Stars twirl around the bumps on my head
I think he sees the dark of me, but instead
He says he thinks he's found
An "Angel flying to close to the ground"
Some days I ooze with personality, or
Become his worst reality, a little bit rebel
Alot flower child, mostly free spirit
Sometimes gone wild
Each new day begins again
Some things he'll never see
I'll be keeping all my secrets
Just between you and me
!st Place Win in SCAT's "Secrets" contest 06/29/13
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As I was busy “being”
just who I am,
I didn’t care what others were seeing.
To be as they wish, would be a sham
and I will not be part of a scam.
People are really the sum
of everything that has touched their lives.
When others take issue with what you’ve become,
don’t expect to receive high fives.
If you stay true, your uniqueness survives.
No one can tell you what to feel,
when to laugh or how to pray.
The very act of being real
will find you rising above the fray,
dispelling regrets each day.
For if you submit to playing a role
that doesn’t fit your personality,
you’ll dig yourself deep into a hole.
Don’t succumb to others’ mentality;
maintain your individuality.
*English Quintain by Carolyn Devonshire for Nancy's "Unzipped Lips" contest
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Emartra Van Doyle, II was a powerful leader.
As a powerhouse, he knew this was his golden age.
He formed leaders and defeated procrastination.
He prepared them for the world to come.
A connection of minds he was assembling.
Amass of intelligence that could construct and destroy.
When the time comes, Emarta Van Doyle, II would rule the universe with his
There he stood with his mind in a riddle as he depolymerized his competitors.
Effete they became when he spoke.
Emartra was one of demonic presence but this was the beginning of his knowledge
within the world.
He was in the twenty-first century to explore the future.
Only the darkness knew his secret.
The organization was a corporate one.
Employing over five thousands plus individuals, Van Doyle, II had the love of work
He was not born in wealth but at thirty-three years of age, he physically engaged
himself in becoming prestigious.
Colloguing with hundreds at a time, Emartra collaboration was refined.
His mind would inform his ambiances and architect would emerge bringing forth a
They emigrated from a universe not yet discovered but claimed a country in the
Emartra knew his people and his identity was as a birth child.
While artificial insemination is his form, his biological father was his mother’s
Yet never to reveal as anything else, Emartra laughs because no means exist.
His people will come as emigrates.
Soon the trumpet will sound.
Triumphantly they will rejoice in the streets.
Their spirits will be high and they are normal people.
However, once the darkness unfolds, the world, which they embrace, will biblically
emerge into a state of being.
Work life sentient only to those that is responsive intellectually.
Yet, Emartra is the brain that constructs.
The people of the world knew nothing of him.
Distinguished from its material elements, Emartra politicked the fundamentals.
Now in the mainstream of society is advocacy configured to take minds as no one
Via the document of historians, what is occurring is universally mirage.
That is a change such as the first upright being to humanity today.
Emartra, metacognition postulates that depiction with ease.
He is well written through his playwrights.
He will seek another’s mind to prophesize.
This is the age of thrill seekers.
Emartra plays will capture the universe of people.
Humankind will ritualize in which iniquity will meet perilous times.
Architect has change the scene.
People features and personality are not really the same.
Medical science has no knowledge of this revelation.
The world has been smitten by a difference in humankind.
Yet, man is man as woman is woman and as child is child.
Emartra is enjoying life.
Married and father of five, he is ideology of a normal life.
By shaped, formed, and fashioned, he is a thrill seeker.
Today configuration is manifestation of delight that makes a quiver in society.
Penned on December 12, 2014!
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Tell me why, but tell me True-
Spare me the heartbreak of a Lie
I would lay forever in these meadows...
Forever, until I die!
To rid myself of all the Pain,
And the Sorrows of what I feel
To ease my Mind, my worried Brain
(Lord! The Cuts! I need to heal)
*Referring to my problems with "Borderline Personality Disorder"; many of us are "cutters"
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You grow so fast, already showing glimpse of awesome creativity
and transform discoveries from the industrious nature of your observations
so squat at my feet and raise your attentive head up high
to be equipped for this compulsory journey oh sweet creature of my seed.
My hands of your molding and chastisement
are already the processing engine of your refinement
my strong willed mind and love soaked heart
complete the stages as you hold steadfast
to the train I’ve prepared for you
Listen attentively as I perform this segment of my duties
and lets take a tour round the routes of wisdom
and gallivant the landscape of experience
while I pedal your feet and smoothen your soles
Seasoned flavored virtues are an armour through which
life’s shots are overcomed
and a colourful behaviour becomes a saviour in times of need
Labor not your whole life in chasing vapour
for out of vigour, flour is made from wheat,
Bread from flour, but all for a time of enjoyment and satisfaction
Guilty syndrome is exhibited when a person answers unasked questions
and don’t force out jokes from your head
or else people will think your sense of humor is on a life support
Sunset is no accuse for the clock to stop running ad infinitum
thus, an excuse is like a punctured umbrella
it’ll still not stop the invasion of raindrops
Your natural desires are borderless, but your ability
to strongly control them is what makes you distinct
from other species in the animal kingdom
Love has no prefix, suffix or adjective
it is what it is and as powerful as
causing natural instincts to be abdicated in favour of kindness
just for the carnivore to embrace abstinence.
He who begins a tale becomes its reference
don’t say what you cannot defend in court
rumour is a bad odour which spreads beyond the neighbourhood
and puts a noisy siren on your personality
Bad companionship will lead you to the garbage
and corrupt friends will join others
to marvel at the immortality of your adopted stupidity
Wash your face every morning with these words
and take your every meal with these lines
then would they be spices
to which your life is preserved.
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As fishes wriggling
The entirety of their slippery bodies
In vast oceans, lost in the glory of waters
Their way through to the mind
In a pool of imagined Sensuality
With wanton desires
A longing for the temporal
Poignantly stands erect
In the throne-room of man's emotions
Motioning with a seemingly motionless demeanor
In his goal oriented pursuits
Thoughts are repressed
Mental imageries suppressed
To pave way for domination
Of pleasantly positive feelings
Yet the uncouth lingers
Occasionally engages the enthroned
In scrimmages in their bid to dethrone them
Man holds the prerogative
To serve either of them willingly
Equally, man possess all it takes to be
And heartily attractive in personality
To please society
None can reach complete perfection
At both extremities
© Seth Boss Kay @ 19/10/2013
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Belligerent and irritated by almost any little thing
Insaneness all around me; craziness is what I bring
Psychosis is not the problem; the problem lies within
Overzealous personality; much absorption sinking in
Liar, cheat and manipulator; trust you should not give
Ambition at its lowest; no longer wanting to live
Racing thoughts; trying to unwind an ultimate goal for an unstable mind
Stacy Lynn Stiles
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I gave you a balloon,
It held my life inside.
Within a shiny rubber tube
components of my soul aligned,
I became something new
a tickle upon my breath,
a tiny bubble
of nuanced personality;
The strengths of me debrided
the secrets of my lungs,
pink and untold
for you to confide,
in eyes before me.
were you astute?
Could your mind compute
of the beautiful find
floating before you?
my unique particles ended
their show of strength
broken in length;
crushed and divided
my dreams subsided...
Molded to an unrecognizable form,
I became your norm.
Though you never knew,
my secret hope to survive
my own gift
thrive and lift,
lay within you.
Your grip thirsted control so long,
the pieces of me left burst
to skitter away in song
among soaring clouds,
leaving shrouds of pain
grounded and gone...
Flying far from the land
one beautiful day,
and the broken balloon that laid
in your hand.
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My name is a combination of Cassie and Sarah;
Sarah meaning Princess,
Cassie meaning Helper of Men.
Which really does sum up me.
I hide my lives in the lines of my poetry,
If you read my words you will know me.
But I disguise the truth as fiction at times,
Or play fiction to the truths to fit rhymes.
If you took me on a checklist of my personality,
You would find a complex emotional mystery.
Somethings to discover about my identity
I'll tell you, these are the basic facts of me....
I am a mother and a wife.
I am an licensed amateur radio operator.
I am a volunteer driver for Meal On Wheels.
I am not financially stable, or mentally stable at times.
I am a sex addict, I obsessively flirt and get my freak on.
I have only been writing poetry for five months.
I am in a lot of pain constantly, but I always do what needs to get done.
I am addicted to coffee, and poetrysoup.
There is nothing outstanding about the way I look.
I will expose my soul, I am an open book.
Did I mention sometimes I get a little crazy,
But most of the time I talk sh** but I'm just lazy.
I really have faith that I am strong enough to survive.
I may not have all that I want, but I am alive.
Happiness is not the goal I am trying to reach,
It is a lifestyle that I am trying to teach.
My spirit is giving, and I will pour my aura into you.
If you give me you hand, I will not say goodbye, I'm true.
No matter the obstacles that bring down my mood.
I am a reflection of this inner love, that is my attitude.
For Contest: Keep It Real
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There you go again doing things that you are not suppose to be in and then you look at
me like oh i'm so sweet if you only knew I can be a freak without showing it. Here they
go listening to the rumors but i'm your friend so in the end I know that they are true.
How could you do that with him and her and they were on the ground you were pretending to
pick up gum? You need to be safe, making out with strangers girl I aint no saint but god
what are you doing? I don't want to see you years from now telling me you got aids, I
worry about you and I feel like your special so I even wrote about you come on look how
much you mean to me. You like him I get it but how many other guys have you liked in the
past. He's your only, he's a phony make sure he's not just in it for the prize because
girl you never know some guys are. It's the truth and you need to listen, I don't mean to
sound bossy but soon enough your name is going to be posted on all the bathrooms walls.
Telling things that you haven't even done yet. But you will front about it, Lie again.
Telling everyone it's happened how do we know what's real or fake. I love your
personality I wish I could steal it, Your loud, and flirty, daring and smart girl you got
too much heart to be showing it to everyone who wants a sip. this is for all the nasty
girls out there who think I don't know what i'm saying just ask anyone of them who are
dead now or are on the streets prostitiuting. Don't be afraid to be a freak it's healthy
but sometimes it's better when it's secret closet freaks have more fun.
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Imagination and subliminal thoughts are created-
Seen through my minds eye....
This pen takes the shape of a scimitar-
Following the way of the samurai....
It's a hunger a desperate need.
This pen accelerates picking up speed.
Continuous momentum never to stop.
I will scale and conquer this mountain top.
I'm a warrior with my words.
Using nouns, adjectives, and adverbs.
They can confine, keep me blind, but my mind is not in the slammer
I design, entwine, and use no guidelines with my grammar.
I combine my stanza's and make 'em sing.
Through my ruthless bloodline, I'm the most diabolical King!
"Writer's Block" is a trained and difficult adversary.
But regardless, I'm destined to be legendary.
I paint visuals that compliment my morbid personality.
My reality is your fantasy.
Stories tend to dance into creativity.
Through my dark imagination I'm not given much choice.
Poetry is my voice....
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Why have all a beauty ideal
Every day we make aesthetic judgments of each other
We put the characters and judge each other's appearance
What is beauty and what is hideous
Is it the feathers that make a beautiful peacock
Is there consistency between the outer and inner
Unlock the diamonds fiery beauty in yourself
Is appearance important for a happy life
Long dark eyelashes, full lips and big tits
Or it's about charisma, inner beauty and charm
The beauty ideal ... naturally beautiful
It is of course true that beauty comes from within
through the personality and the radiance
Do not let a different appearance scare you away
A huge body, nerdy glasses, big nose and enormous ears
Beast, behind the raw, brutal exterior hides a warm and sensitive soul
There is no appearance that determines whether we are valuable or not.
All beauty and intelligence in this world comes from nature
and we are a vibrant and beautiful part of the whole
We do not love someone because they are beautiful
But we think they are beautiful because we love them
You ...... are an incredibly great person
A-L Andresen :)
Contest Name:SEEING BEAUTY IN IMPERFECTION
Deadline 12/28/2013 12:00:00 AM
(4th place in the contest)
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“H” represents the humility she
displayed from the moment she
opened her eyes;
“E” would suggest a revision of
Because it would take many stories and
infinite lifetimes to explain the beauty
of her essence;
And “R” would ask for a human replica
For many men should admire such as I
Modern Shakespeare’s should pay
For her personality writes poetry
And yet the pen remains in my
To describe beauty in third person.
My cold and nonchalant heart has never
asked for another summer to warm up too,
Unless purposeful reasons for an appeal of the
heart were discovered,
These reasons always spelt out
As in life which contains both success
I’ll risk it all, in hope’s for mutual
I’d serenade time if it meant I could
spend more in her serenity;
Forget the ridicule and episodes of embarrassment,
The only thing on television tonight is the
heartfelt expression of a peacock,
Waiting to display his romantic feathers to the
Today and forever;
I’ll dedicate to her.
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That Perfect Day
Became one of my greatest day
when me a mother today who has ended
nine months of pregnancy waiting for a
sign sitting on the rocking chair by the
window caressing my baby that was not
Suddenly I felt the first Kick added
was a pain an alert that my time was due
already prepared with my make up on wearing
a beautiful white satin night gown matching
the slippers in satin with a white fur rose for
decoration as if i wanted already to impress
my little baby to be proud of me when his
head emerges to see a first image white color
as crystal as the water.
You my beloved son was born October
18 at 7 30 PM just 2 hours after my
entering the hospital as if you decided
enough living in hiding for 9 months
you want to meet the outside world.
You were ready to grow up from day one
your personality already formed since
you left your mothers womb and that was
Nothing was going to slow you from growing
fast you wanted to share your future life
surrounded by a family that would love you
cherish you respect you educate and stand
by you through your road of success in
your good times and hard times teach
you how to walk how to eat how to drink
how to dress and grow up to remain
faithful to your identify .
You took some time to cry out loud
but you were strong and persistent in
wanting to start living your cry echoing
in the delivery room was heard as a sigh
of relief born today a baby boy at last
free from darkness and loneliness on
that clear perfect day.
You were ready to celebrate your birth
begging the doctor to place your head
on your mamas bosom to rest in peace.
A mother and child's first encounter
love and adoration was in the air.
Your tiny mouth searching for the
source of your feeding sessions
over the coming month's.
Your eyes staring at that woman
me your mother and in that look
was already a thankful note.
Your tiny fingers moved caressing
my lips with a warm touch
a re assuring smile made me forgot
my pains as i embraced you
while my eyes were a blur
from tears of happiness.
Between us it was love at first sight
i was overwhelmed by your beauty
in my inside emotions they were
startled by what i sensed my sixth
sense created in me an overflowing
brightness that overcame any dark
areas that might have existed
before you were born.
You brought out my outside beauty
and richness in my inner soul my spirits
were flying everywhere dancing like a
ballerina which reached her climax of
success by being applauded
by the audience. Oh! that perfect day
when you were born.
Oh! how much i had hopes to grow up
together hand in hand and pour all my
good values by educating you to become
a success and never to stop loving you
as my son. And you did.
I never ever will stop loving you & that perfect day
is engraved in my heart.
Contest of Dan Kearly 1/3/13
"One Of My Greatest Days Therese Bacha
That Perfect Day." Win. No.1