Delilah, just the name carries
a lot of connotations
A manipulator,scandalous,
and a woman of temptations
Her beauty is skin deep
But her treachery's like an abyss
Lies dwell in her eyes,
There's poison in her kiss
By: J.N.R Dutton
A continent we haven't yet worked out,
it may be barren, may contain high worth.
The more we learn, the greater grows our doubt.
A place of poison spiders, clot-red earth,
it's huge. Marseilles to Moscow isn't quite
the space which separates Penrith from Perth.
When first we meet it, promise glitters bright.
Its sun is strong, its vegetation lush ...
Harsh truth defeats analysis so trite.
This beauty is skin-deep. Sweet waters gush,
but only on its gaily-colored fringe.
Interiors are ominously hushed.
Just scratch the surface, there's an ocher tinge
which speaks of life extinguished. Dead rocks seethe
beneath cruel radiation. Reptiles cringe
in crevices. There's nothing here to breathe.
They call it blind because you're unable to see
If their good looking, broke or have all their teeth
Taking alot of time to get to know the inner person
Sharing common idiosyncrasies and other emotions
This person makes you so happy until it's unreal
From these long conversations good is how you feel
For the first date you're wondering what to wear
All your past blind dates were total nightmares
Blind dates have proven that beauty is skin deep
You can put a face to the voice when you finally meet
You're worried if you would meet their expectation
Constant thoughts of them has build up anticipation
You're hoping this person is what you're looking for
Someone you can be with leaving you wanting more
If their disappointed they leave you there waiting
It seems like a waste of time to start off blind dating
Beauty is skin deep
Take pride in the love inside
It's your best feature
“Beauty is skin deep...” – hmm...I guess
at times it is thus; but I have met beauty
seeming, through and through – and have
met beauty that was clearly skinless~a spirit
radiating, outshining all exterior gloss! So,
what is beauty? Keats thought it truth. I think,
it is just Beauty...needing no other definition
beyond its presence~that is all....
I'm getting complemented on my looks.
'Well, what has changed?' I think I hear you ask,
For Tom Cruise I have never been mistook,
it's ever since I've had to wear a mask.
I wish I'd known this forty years ago,
those nights out on the pull that came to naught,
I would have got some cloth and learned to sew
then who knows who or what I would have caught.
Oh well, I strike a dashing handsome pose,
with my mask on, I'm gorgeous, so it seems,
without, red lines round ears and on my nose,
Not fooling anyone, no stuff of dreams.
That beauty is skin deep there is no doubt,
it just means that God made me inside-out.
Though be your outer beauty that
... blinds me,
It is your inner ugliness
... I see.
2019 November 04
We are all trapped
inside our fragile forms
Bodies which are prone to disease and death
Our souls yearn to break free
Perhaps - just perhaps
Those souls will ascend
After we are finished with this mortal coil
Our spirits will break free
once the outer shell has been broken
The years bring pain and suffering
Tend to your soul!
It will be your salvation
and will allow you to leave this physical world
Ascend upwards
So be careful, friends
Not to cast your yearnings aside
For the soul needs careful attention
If it is card for then life can continue
in a decent fashion
Beauty is skin deep
But metaphysical beauty
lasts FOREVER
Beauty
By: Tom Wright
2000
Beauty is skin deep
and therefore, over time,
grudgingly slips away.
Ugliness, however,
penetrates to the bone;
and having the tenacity of a Pit Bull,
appears doggedly locked on
forever.
(feelings)
They say Beauty is skin deep. They lied.
Then why are they the first to whine.
They say they like girl's with small boobs.they lied.
Then why do they busy checking out the girl with a push up bra.
They say they like skinny girls.they lied.
they windup looking like a toothpick next to a fat girl.
they say they like girls that is not wild and crazy.
When all they could of done is go to the girl they really wanted,
for not every female are desperate.
They say they not looking at that other girl butt.they lied.
They do not have enough hand to hold the one they already have.
I can make this page longer .but I have no feelings any longer
All I can say is they lied. and fcku for my time i wasted on you.
(With apologies to William Shakespeare)
Shall I compare thee to a box of frogs
for inasmuch you seem to be as mad,
you've really let your looks go to the dogs
your face would look quite good worn by your Dad.
Your armpit hair blossoms forth like a hedge,
a thicket bursting out atop your vest,
from deep within each summer, sparrows fledge,
your muffin tops a fine home for their nests.
At parties you can lighten up a room
if only from the window you would shift,
you stand, hitch hiking as the traffic zooms
hoping someone will give your chins a lift.
For beauty is skin deep I have no doubt,
in which case I'm afraid you're inside out.
(Love poem #2 to follow)
Your eyes are so deep,
And as black as the night.
Your cheekbones, so perfect,
Defined and pearl white.
Your teeth are like ivory,
And near straight as well.
Your hips bold and bony,
’Though looking quite swell.
Your hair still quite golden,
Like old rotting straw,
And what a complexion,
Like the teeth of a saw.
But beauty is skin deep,
So please don’t dismay.
It’s just your skins texture,
That gets in the way.
I don’t mean to be nasty,
I don’t mean to be rude.
But the maggots you foster,
Will eat you for food.
While in the church garden,
This fair maiden I found.
I think I was planting,
Too deep in the ground!
Ivor G Davies
I perceive in another
A true soul brother
As Mirror on the shelf
Reflecting true self;
If someone I despise
I fail in my surmise
What mirrors reflect
I must openly respect.
Any maxim is cheap-
Beauty is skin deep!
Not periphery or hide,
True brother is inside.
Tribute to one flower
Is insult to the Grower,
Embellishing dolour
BY myriad of a colour.
Would I then to judge
By colour of smudge-
Or to balance on scales
The tint of his scales?!
Skin Deep Beauty
This man covered in tattoos in reds and greens and blues
Wanted everyone to see his art
So he put it in his will that he hopes they will fulfill
That in his death his skin will do its part
He wants it tanned and stretched, hung where it can be sketched
By anyone who happens to come by
He says I’ll be the donor, just the former tattoo owner
The Gallery can hang it when I die
Some say it is perversely, he says the controversy
Is just because most people are too squeamish
They say beauty is skin deep; he just wants his skin to keep
But maybe that’s a little too extreamish
Mdailey 6/2/12
Geoff Ostling has willed his skin to the National Gallery in Canberra, Australia
But the National Gallery has not yet agreed to his bequest.
I am sure if you Google his name you will be able to see for yourself just what he is offering the gallery.
beauty is skin deep
outside ... fades to age on Earth
inside counts life time.
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