Debra Squyres Poet Rhyme

Artificial Beauty

Rare, natural, unblemished, lasting and profound

Beauty is penned, defined and crooned

From poets, authors, artist and strangers

Described in depth, penned to death,

Setting standards unreachable by the masses.

 

Products slathered, potions swallowed, scalpels wielded

Suctioned and enhanced to have a chance

In a world so small minded and superficial

Seeking an approved, natural look

From the very masses that sit in self help classes.

 

Time creeps up, with gravities silent pull

Stripping the unnatural lifts, tucks and additions

Gone are the showpieces, the odes of the poet

Forgotten by the masses attending their classes

Artificial beauty, behind walls free of mirrored glasses.

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Donna Jones March 20, 2013 at 6:32 PM Congrats Debra....Donna

Poet Destroyer A March 19, 2013 at 5:45 PM Debra, your poem is lovely... congratulations with your winning poem~ always* PD

Sourav Rc January 12, 2012 at 11:30 PM Very nicely described... liked the subject as well. Good one!

Grace Williams January 10, 2012 at 3:13 PM I have to say, I find this quite lovely. I really like your internal rhymes, and your attention to the subject. It is not so common that a poet can criticize the effect of poetry, and I am glad to see that you have no such trouble!

Carol Eastman January 10, 2012 at 12:47 PM If only we would do even a portion of the artificial work to build that beauty within. The outside artificial is so fleeting.

Tim B January 9, 2012 at 8:01 PM So to do the artists and poets loft unattainable definitions of ideals and truths so simple and yet so complex. I agree, even all that artificiality cannot stop time in its methodical progression, yet true beauty will sail on. Lovely poetry you have written here Mrs. Debra.

Brenda Victoria Northeast January 9, 2012 at 6:11 PM Debra that is so true and so well written, thoroughly enjoyed the read, Brenda : )

Robert Johnson January 9, 2012 at 2:51 PM When we wake and look in the mirror. The dreams we had don't seem so clear. The face we see is not the same. As the part we played in our etherial game.

Natalie The Rogue Rhymer January 8, 2012 at 9:34 PM Powerful stuff Debra! You'd be proud of me since it's been a whole year since I've got needles stuck in my forehead! I have to say I miss it a little though (my DH is really cheap). Love, Natalie

Milton Toran January 8, 2012 at 8:50 PM A realistic description of Father Time. LOL!! An enjoyable read!...Milt

Don Johnson January 8, 2012 at 7:10 PM ...What comes out, also passes, because there is no doubt, the mirror soon bugs about...

Robert Pettit January 8, 2012 at 5:01 PM How very descriptive. I'm glad to see somebody is submitting something longer than a haiku or senryu.

John Aaron Green January 8, 2012 at 3:58 PM we all get old,,in this body,,nice poem,you have written,,,,i will be checking out more as i can,,so great to see ya.......

Lizzie Treetop January 8, 2012 at 1:25 PM Dear Debra I really loved this, luckily sometimes the poet sees past gravities silent pull and then one is a girl again and all on earth reigns supreme! So well penned thank you! Hugs Lizzie

Wilma Neels January 8, 2012 at 1:00 PM Gosh I just love your last line in this gem filled with wisdom Debra.. Thank you for your comment on my poem and don't worry I do have the tendency to want to plan everything too but I sometimes need to just take a step back and enjoy the little things (easier said than done) lol :)

Spandan Karmakar January 8, 2012 at 10:41 AM Nice one enjoyed reading it.........spandan

Lord R. E. Taylor January 7, 2012 at 11:04 PM my friend....this is an excellent commentary about beauty. It is a great write. I have missed you! Rob

Linda-Marie Sweetheart January 7, 2012 at 6:30 PM excellent words of creativity Debra.. a powerful write .. really enjoyed.. good luck if for a contest.. thankxx for sweet comments on my poetry,, much appreciated with luv..

Daver Austin January 7, 2012 at 1:48 PM What we won't do to grasp that vision of youth, eh? You nailed it, Debra. Good to meet ya. daver

Sara Kendrick January 7, 2012 at 1:40 PM Profound work..Enjoyed reading this afternoon..I am delighted that I chose this one to read this afternoon..Thanks for your presence at my work..It was very uplifting..Sara