"Oh King Charles Philip Arthur George,
how do I see thee?
Let me count the ways...
Tho' beauty is only skin deep,
and in the eye of the beholder,
or so we have been told,
yours is more, it goes to the bone,
a sore sight for eyes to behold,
now you have acceded to the throne.
As, like diarrhoea, it seems,
it runs in the genes,
and, if POTUS is President of the USA,
would you be he, KOTUK,
King Of The UK?"
'Surely you jest,' quoth he in dour reply.
Tho', not joking nor feeling surly,
"Some things you simply can't deny,
ours not to reason why," said I,
"and please don't call me Shirley!"
Her face showed freshness of a fecund lea,
Inviting eyes lured me then to explore,
Her bosom conveyed warmth that was friendly,
Lighthouse-like beckoning to come ashore.
Each tiny cell of her anatomy,
Derided by the wise as mortal flesh,
And deemed Maya, if not an enemy,
Posed, why such rare beauty be scorched to ash.
Let all the wisdom warn of beauty’s blight,
I still in life’s splendid things would believe,
Let all keep philosophy’s vague delight,
I fall for beauty’s charm, let it deceive,
And love to kiss its lowly dust on death
To keep alive in loveliness my faith.
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Sonnet | 01.04.2014, revised March 2025 |
Note: Beauty is only skin deep, and if one were to scrape a shade below (forget the sub atomic levels), the scene could be quite nauseating. Beware of beauty’s blight, old wisdom says. It is all illusive Maya. This sonnet nevertheless says: let me keep my illusion and faith in loveliness.
She said I'm bored I think it's time I left
She hopped in her car, headed west
She left him waiting and wanting more
At least she's pretty
A shame she's a whore
I can't say I blame her
She has her own life to live
It's the girls like her
Who make it so hard to give
Nothing matters
But a notch in her bedpost
It's a race to the end
To see who can get the most
It's the bad girls who trick the good guys
Dress her up it's all a disguise
She's a wolf on the prowl
With her bedroom eyes
She's the ruse of the day
A savior she'll say
She's dolled herself up
Heads out for the night
She's looking to smear
Her nose cocaine white
It's the same places
Just different faces
There’s a thrill in the hunt for her
There’s a power hidden deep in her skirt
The mirrors will break
And her nose will bleed
It’ll splatter the ground
Coat her shaking hands
Beauty is only skin deep
It hurts most when it fades
'The incy wincy spider went up the waterspout,
Down came the rain and washed the spider out,
Out came the sun and dried up all the rain,
And the incy wincy spider went up the spout again'.
Now here is the thing you should know by now,
There is always more to the story somehow,
And Incy Wincy’s no exception to that rule,
So here’s what they never told us in school.
Now when Incy Wincy grew to be much older,
The hourglass on her back became a little bolder,
Then one fine day from the web where she lay,
She asked Mr. spider to come over and play.
I’ll guarantee a fine dinner I’ll make,
And a few liberties I might just let you take,
When he moved in for a hug, she held him tight,
He soon realized something wasn’t quite right.
It is true that beauty is only skin deep,
Deception is an art that some people keep,
So if you rush into a relationship too fast,
You might just find that it isn’t going to last.
****
Oh, the times I have regretted leaving you
Thinking about what I would do differently,
Wracking my brain for a better solution
To the problems that caused your bitterness
Eventually leading to my giving up on you.
Came the time when I could no longer abide
Your volatile and temperamental malignity
Which made my life insufferably unbearable,
So, I left behind the good times, and I fled
For my sanity, hoping to make a better life
Unfettered with nastiness and spitefulness,
Keeping in mind “beauty is only skin deep,”
How it takes two to make a relationship work.
Written August 16, 2022
Beauty is only skin deep
Eyes have no privilege
Only the heart can feel
The flow of warmth
Many years have gone
Still feeling the same
Eyes under heart's influence
Still looking so babealicious
You have shown me love
The true beauty I discovered
Never to lust for what is uncovered
Sifting the truth from lies
In years to come still I be here
True beauty I discovered
Forever in your arms -be home
For I see none to compare
That trick you pulled off,
That was playing it smart.
You have taking care of
You down to an art.
You’re a destroyer of human souls,
Just thought you should know.
You don't care, that stopped
A long time ago.
Your beauty is only skin deep,
Inside your ugly and wilted.
You are not what you show to others,
Your mean and tilted.
You only show them the rose,
Never the thorns.
I know the real you,
Grab the ram by the horns.
You always have a new victim
Before you discard the old.
The victim is hooked in,
He thinks he struck gold.
My love for you was
True and real.
You blow it off like
It's no big deal.
To stop from drowning,
It’s a constant fight.
It hits the hardest in the
Dead of night.
A forever wound that
Will never heal.
Looking back, not one time
Were you real?
I'm hurt and confused,
Full of aggression.
I teeter between
That and depression.
On purpose you poked
My ***** esteem.
Tore my heart out and
Took away my dream.
You devour sexual energy,
Your daily routine.
You rule the kingdom,
The evil Queen.
Turbo1904
Shall I compare her to a crimson rose?
Her petals glisten in the morning air;
on slender stem, her gentle beauty shows
as bright sun rays are shining through her hair.
Her tender fragrance drifts and fills the room
with scented freshness of a summer's morn;
a lovely blossom and one would assume
that deep within, her beauty would be borne.
But as I reach to touch her slender stem
and draw her closer to my yearning heart;
I feel the trueness of this garden gem,
a piercing pain which hidden thorns impart.
. . . How can someone with such beauty be
so diff’rent underneath from what I see?
We must remember that beauty is only skin deep, it’s what is within the
heart that truly matters.
February 10, 2021
Pretty little missy cupcakes
Butter wouldn't melt
Dances with wolves
In designer moccasin ballet shoes
And push up wonder bra
Ever the feminist
Whiles to be famous
But in reality isn't really a very nice person
Because her beauty is only skin deep
As she is ugly and vacant on the inside
If beauty is only skin deep,
and ugly is to the bone.
I was never pretty
even though my hair
has grown.
You can bet
when I get wet,
some fun is about
to be had.
For a change of taste
I’m in your face,
and the flavor
is not that bad.
When I smell like fish
and taste like chicken,
people try to eat it all.
They hear a soft voice
they have no choice
they come running
when I call.
There is no doubt
when you try it out,
You will have
a whole lot of fun.
It’s like that
bag of potato chips,
you’re going to eat
more than one.
Facial Metaphor
Facial Recognition
Diagnosis Lawless
Frightens Kid's
Made for Radio and Halloween
Frightens Mirrors
Cauliflower Ears
Lazy Eye
Turkey Nose
Quadruple Chin
Wrinkly Forehead
Pockmarked Pasty Skin
The type of face
Only a Mother could Love
But with a Heart of Gold
The type of face
That is a Metaphor
Beauty is only skin deep
In the eye of the beholder
My Entry for
The Metaphor of your Face Contest
John Lawless
29 November 2019
I will be the narrator of this story-
it was a beautiful summer day
when I saw "him" standing there staring
(Oh, what's his name?)
well anyways- he was like a God in leather
my brother had brought home
and now he stood by his motorcycle smiling
at me- and I was struck with his beauty
and the drums of time ceased to move
(Oh, what's his name?)
love had come a guest quite unbidden
and I fluttered like a happy lamb
and the lion licked his lips-
all that summer we rode his bike into the sun
'till the last tint of day was gone
but he told me lies, lies, lies and lies
(Oh what's his name?)
and the lesson- that beauty is only skin deep.
___________________________
September 16, 2019
Poetry/Narrative/Oh, What's His Name
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1181-495-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, I'll Never Forget His/Her Name
sponsor, John Lawless
Eighth Place
Her material-finished-economical clothes,
from see through to micro-mini skirts,
all display bleached thighs.
Thighs, cushioning men to comfort,
smooth and spotless,
like refined cotton.
She is beauty itself.
Those who see say:
voluptuous bosom,
tattooed and displayed,
displayed naked for the naked eye.
A glance at them,
has made men instant babies.
Blood-red lips, always calling,
silently calling those not scared.
Hips form smooth curves,
perfect with the supple waist.
Boosters on all curves,
perfect the magnetic arcs,
Her secret of the game.
At sight,
she kills the second thought.
Her hypnotizing voice,
always setting the pendulum in motion,
yet enticing many to sleep underground.
Replaced hymen,
mocks the grooms chastity.
Like a suicide bomber she knows her calling.
Guiltless ever,
she comes calling and knocking.
Generous ever,
plays hard to get when smiling.
Oh beautiful scarecrow,
you scare them but keep coming.
Scare them, they’ll know,
they’ll know.
Beauty is only skin-deep.
Perfectly observant,
We share the same exact struggle.
Perfectly normal,
A conversation with all but one subject.
Eyes that refer to the category
Of deep need.
Apologies do no justice.
Unpeeled oranges that sit in wait.
Guilty at first glance, suppressing true desire without a word.
Wanting to unravel- peel away at things kept from view.
Mistaking ears for a heart.
Just what are we observant of,
Have we become profound.
A perception seen but not heard
Are we that oblivious.
Selective, inconsistent.
Following our hearts through unspoken lips.
Soiled in the thought of need.
Was I ever ready to speak,
Needing, urging.-
What is it that you are trying to say,
I feel that this is us.
The priority of a first thought,
Overcoming all else.
Every day, a basket of oranges
In arms reach- woven together
In deep thought.
Beauty is only skin deep.
Spoiled by the nectar of lips
attract attention
attract and repel
repel the invader
repel mosquitoes
mosquitoes carry malaria
mosquitoes bite
bite the bullet
bite the hand that feeds
feeds on animosity
feeds on carrion
carry on your luggage
carrion eater
eater of flesh
eater of words
words to live by
words of wisdom
wisdom teeth
wisdom comes with age
age of aquarius
age before beauty
beauty is in the eye of the beholder
beauty is only skin deep
deep sea diving
deep six
six hundred threescore and six
six gun
gun collector
gun control
control yourself
control freak
freak out
freak show
show no emotion
show and tell
tell no tales
tell the truth
truth or consequences
truth or dare
dare to be dumb
dare to keep kids off drugs
drugs and drinking
drugs, sex and rock 'n roll
roll out the barrel
roll over beethoven
beethoven ludwig van
beethoven's fifth
fifth amendment
fifth of whiskey
whiskey
amendment
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