~~~ Everyone Is Beautiful And Unique
In Their Own Way ~~~
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There you are! Look at you!
You are beautiful in and out.
So keep your head up high.
Be proud of who you are for
you are unique and no one
could be compared to you
for there is only one you.
It is true for even identical
twins are not exactly alike.
Knowing yourself and being
true to yourself, being aware
of your self-worth, which are
your values and beliefs give
you confidence knowing and
being aware you are enough,
not perfect. Who is anyway?
Beauty is not just your physical
appearance, it is more of the
beauty of your inner self that
radiates outside that makes you
beautiful in the eyes of others
for your aura touches their hearts.
Now, put a smile on your face,
be thankful for what you have
and share your gifts or talents,
move with confidence and be
kind, gracious and respectful.
You are beautiful in every way!
Beautiful people
Makes darn beautiful children
That's how it should be.
Hollywood party
conviviality reigns
~ cloaked in daggers
Who loves...
Diana, Helen
Venus, Menierva
Tanya, Bridgette
Brenda, Amanda
Acheles, Aris
Mark, Michael
George and John
They are gorgeous people.
Smooth, slick, suave, sophisticated
glib, possessed of sparkling tongues
Glittering gems, sapphire and diamonds abound
beware the brilliant glare ~ of whom you’re among
("The Nature of Light", 2018, original encaustic)
Beautiful People
The world is full of beautiful people
With beautiful ideas
Of saving the world
Making a difference
Righting all wrongs
By just telling others what they think
And what they should think.
The world is full of skin deep beauty
Hiding the ugly truth
Of such useful idiocy.
(1/13/24)
and so many insidious places to hide !
Insidious: an adjective that means causing harm in a way that is gradual, stealthy, or not easily noticed
Beautiful people
May not have might or be grand,
Nor have titles or status.
Beautiful people
Need not have fame and glory
Nor riches and possessions.
Beautiful within.
With warm qualities they glow,
Lights lit to counter darkness.
Hearts that deeply care.
Compassion compels action.
Something that cannot be bought.
Beautiful people
The shallow sighted can't see,
But only the outer shell.
All have potential
To be beautiful people.
Something that's always in reach.
Written 5th September 2022
(My first try at the Sedoka form)
It's another chilly morning,
As you wake up while yawning,
Breakfast is ready in the dinning,
After some exercise and training,
Dress up and get ready for learning.
There is no time for clothes ironing,
You're late so you better keep running,
Crossing the road as cars are horning,
Soldiers ask for your ID before opening,
You don't wanna be late for the signing.
Your heart is beating and burning,
They allow you but with a warning,
As you're busy with finger scanning,
A subordinate staff stops cleaning,
And tells you your shift is in the evening.
©Kelmwa
Beautiful people
Don't wear a disguise.
Beauty from within,
Without hatred or lies.
9/ July/2021
His mind was beautiful
His poetry was art
He made my soul full
His sad eyes stole my heart
He once was a true love of mine
My sun and stars, I was love blind
But no longer can I call him mine
And no longer does my heart shine
For the Haven’s advancement,
the Elite may extend a courteous backhand,
or a fist wrapped with opinion
that some may mistake for abuse.
Dante’s girl fell from her steeple
head first into a cauldron of pride,
now her feeble corpse twitches
trying to vomit the blackest pitch grey.
Stains her soldier’s dress blues
duty has him answer the bench’s call.
Gaveled verdicts now deleted,
appeals one site’s ambitions.
Often found in a library,
their little boy plays with
his toy box full of straw men
and overused emoticons.
Each breath billows the forge,
black smoke void of The Father,
they beat a gift’s beauty into a weapon,
the cutting edge of the Deceiver’s con.
Everyone wears tuxes and evening gowns
on the beach
and high heeled shoes
or highly polished winged tips
in magazines, anyway, the beautiful people.
Can you imagine walking or even trying
to walk in sand in high-heeled shoes?
Or how extra pretty your long dress
will look after it gets into wet sand?
Here they are. The ultra rich
on the cover of a prominent magazine
flaunting their evening gowns and high heels
in a beach on the sand.
This reminds me of something my cousin
told me once. You know those turkeys
on magazine covers that you look at
around Thanksgivings time?
They look perfect!
We can never get ours to look the same.
Okay. Here is the rub. Those turkeys are
PAINTED. They are RAW. Did not know that did you?
Sometimes what we see is not what is real at all.
There are beautiful people on the covers of magazines
They look insanely happy, their life fairly zings
Never alone, paparazzi all the time,
Could I live like this in their upward climb?
Could I bear living their rich and amazing life?
Imagining they have no worries, and no strife?
Could I get used to the money in the bank all the time?
And gobs of it, all new and crisp, no dirt or grime?
Could I imagine this kind of splendiferous life for me?
No, because I could not give up my well-fought privacy.
WHAT
TREASURES hid in clay
We see them everyday
Like water, air and light we need
We need them everyday
WHAT ever can we say
These treasures on life's way
We rarely even see their worth
But we see them anyway
BEAUTIFUL may you stay
A precious gem I pray
And that your years be glorious (and blessed, and fulfilling, and all you desire)
Also, Happy Birthday!!
PEOPLE! Celebrate, yay!
Let children come out to play
It's Golden Treasureversary
A star was born today
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