Best Beauties Poems
How many emotional tears have we so cried, us the unperfected,
The Barbie generational rejected, or Ken doll unrealistic Idol worship.
Cursed by society’s vision of ultimate beauty, wake up world
For are we all not human, and subject to fragilities faults of reality.
Oh to remove the textured veils of the masked disguised,
To reveal the inner face of grace hidden within the soul itself.
For true beauty lies inside the heart of innocence,
Or underneath the timeless wrinkles of ages experience,
One must just remove the blinders of ignorance, to see it
In clarities truth sight line of view.
Where are these mythical people of perfections achievement?
From where do they dwell, or come from these visions of
Illusionary beings, which we so strive to be like?
Nay do suffer the youth of the future to measure up,
To an irrational delusion, a mirages camouflage of lies
Deceit.
Dreaming child of occult fiction, this is deadly ground
From which you tread upon, for reality vision is obscured
By plastic surgeries faults hoods of realism.
Vintage are the mirrors in this fun house of lies,
Let us cover these soul suffocating devices,
Or shatter the glass of reflected illusions.
Then shall we embrace our differences, allowing the next
Generation to breathe a long sigh, of relief at last.
To accept and express their own individuality without
Social oppression, or misconceptions of beauty,
Then enriching the world with glorious infusions
Of unguarded inspirational promise.
What a wondrous planet of enlightment this would
Be if utopia really could exist, unfettered by mankind’s
Unclouded mind of perfection.
Forever after all is short time in the eyes of humanity,
Let us hold our children high and nurturing them with love
And respect, no matter what, not judging them by their
Beauty marks of imperfections,
Instead allowing them to shine in the glow of inspiration
Eternal.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
"Flowers, the emblems of beauty and fragrance proudly assert that loveliness can catch every eye and brighten even the gloomiest heart" ~ By Poet
look at these white blossoms,
attired in snow white velvety frocks,
unassuming and elegant
under the canopy of the starlit sky.
though tiny in size,
en masse they exude a hypnotic charm.
birthed in the stillness of night,
they proclaim their presence,
in dazzling white.
decked by dewy beads,
they dance freely unnoticed.
some perfume the air
with exotic scent,
permeating the nightly breeze.
during day, they wait to be garlanded,
by the amber beams of the sun,
longing to be hugged and kissed
by the amorous butterflies.
these simple beauties are the silent partakers,
of life’s most beautiful romance!
Hey,Miss cute little jumping spider;
you are a skilled under leaf hider.
Wow!The crown like eight tiny eyes!
or you the princess in disguise?
Hello, Mr. Handsome Hawk moth caterpillar;
the color spots on your body glitter.
Aww, you look like a snake, with big pseudo eyes,
Tell me, when are you gonna fly?
Oh, the shiny cyanide millipede,
How do you manage to walk,
with these many golden legs?
Why are you so shy, now don't get coiled.
Hey,the smiling soft snail;
Why do you look so pale?
Can't bare your mobile home?
Come take rest, don't roam
I still wonder,
Why do they hate you? It's not fair
It's their blunder
You just don't care.
April-30-2018
Waterfall spashing-
White spumes on Hawaii river
reflects three rainbows
We were off to book our holiday, already we’d had words,
‘Don’t think you’re spending all the week admiring dolly-birds!’
My fella laughed out loud and said ‘Just stop your flamin' hopping,
there’s absolutely no harm in a bit of window shopping’
Sitting at the agents, we studied every last location,
we wanted something perfect for our annual vacation.
Somewhere nice and lively? Or a place of tranquil quiet?
‘The second one I think, I’ll never sleep if there’s a riot.’
We chose our destination after much deep thought and care
My fella teased ‘Can’t wait to see the bathing beauties there’
We got there and the sun was hot, time to hit the pool,
he was changed already, he began, in fact, to drool.
We weren’t prepared, however, for the sight that met our eyes,
and I couldn’t help but chuckle as I heard my fella’s cries…
‘Who chose this place? It’s never right for thirty-something men!’
...the average age of bathers there was four score years and ten.
Well, I have to say my man was not exactly cock-a-hoop
He said ‘Who wants to take a dip in flamin' turtle soup!’
**for p.d's Turtle Soup contest
Big, blonde beauties
so beautiful and so pretty,
such girls of high class
drinking from glasses,
filled with the best champagne;
and smoking their fine cigarettes,
while gossiping their fine stories
bragging and spoiling on themselves.
ha! ha!
Tell me again about your big, booty, blonde beauty
and how she has such class!
ha! ha!
Look at the plastic Barbie dolls
strutting along side a wave of Ken dolls and GI Joes.
Clumsy broads who smell like a perfume kiosk
and a Paris tavern in the 20s filled with writers like:
Hemingway and Scott Fitzgerald.
Smart guys, with good taste in real women,
and not Barbie dolls.
It is really sad to see these so-called "women"
dancing and shacking on saw-dust dance floors,
and then they go off in drunken slurs of how "they have respect for themselves!"
and those dark devils, and fools with broken hearts,
and rich Wall Street boys who carry their Daddy's pocket wallet
filled with a thousand Benjamin's,
have their nasty way with them.
Stripping them down,
like mechanics on an old 65 Mustang GT,
having their sweet and marry way with them,
with them all... no consideration... no respect... no common curtsey... nothing...
Boy, these days with these big legged women,
these Big, Blonde
and Big, brunette Beauties,
boy, where did those women go?
Where did the real women go, and
how did these portrayers,
these lies come into play?
No Clue! No Clue!
Where or Why!
All I have to say is, "Where did the time go?"
Where is my big, blonde beauty
with her common sense still intact
along with a pure liver, lungs and a golden heart;
and her books of poetry, and love for classical music?
Her only friends are dead writers and role-models.
Where is she?
Maybe she's at the library,
or the bookstore,
or the theatre,
of maybe she is not here,
maybe she is not yet born?
Maybe...
all I can say is... she is out there,
my big, blonde beauty.
.1.23.2014.
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Yellow beauties fly
Adorn lavender flowers...
Limited life time
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Always later than I'd like, richness in their cells when ripe
Backberry with Apple pie delight, once to taste is not my style
I've also found them there, at times and whiles, and tasted also before
I'm home.' and now I've opened up the tome, the one on puddings; basin filled.'
Mullberry and plum, raspberry and kiwi, gooseberry and Logan
Make pages of colour, that one could dote on' But I'll admit and without
Duress, blackberries in August are the very best, their deep rich taste
Is always smooth, enhancing many mealtimes; theyre comfort imbued.'
The pot is on; the apples peeled, blackberries tender swiftly yeild
Aroma rich, perfumes the air; there are paintings of them on my spiral stair
All in all, I must profess they are a real forte; in culinary prowess.'
re-post inspired by SO contest
MY BEAUTIFUL GIRLS
Zinnia,I remember you,each day
Don't ever despair,my Petunia
Or give up,precious Lily.
Never forget,my Carnation
I'm thinking of you,my Pansy
You have my devotion,Honeysuckle.
My heartfelt love always,Myrtle
With sincere regards my Daffodils-
Forever...my floral friends.
~The wave breaks
gently, caressing
over and over
it strokes
the rocky shore.
The shore
trembles
wet
ready
silvery
but mute.
The storm
glowers
angering the sea:
back-talk
leads to back
hands,
and the shore
maudlin
retreats.~
Large ~
boulders
break with the tides
of time, to slivered
shards all glistening wet.
golden in a new dawn
once whole now
broken by the tide
still there's
beauty,
yet.~
*see about the poem
To you alone
My heart is sold
As the days go
Your beauty grows
As time flies by
i have to sigh
When you walk by
And catch my eye
I cannot think
Or even blink
As it may seem
Only a dream
To you alone
I have to sigh
And just walk by
Your beauties glow
To the sparkling sphere,
Filled in with crystal like water,
And hanging emerald greenish plants,
I displaced little zebra fishes
My dad had brought, yesterday from the city
Dived in to deep
They errantly started swimming
Wobbling in the water
Their bright thick black lines parallel to each
On their gleaming body
Resembled like the silver lining
In the shady clouded sky
Hurrying to the top to have
Fish feed I sprinkled
Then dangling in the greenish plants,
Quivering their tail
They appeared as
Vibrant gems with vivid colors
Dazzling, as it is to watch 'em
I spent ample of time
Gazing at the striped beauties.
Bidding good bye to them,
As i go to bed
Savoring their beauty.
Every morn they give
A feast to my eyes
And coming back from school
I rush to my toddler fishes-
They being my whole world!
Dozing, dining and doing my chores
I couldn't think of anything else,
My fine zebra fishes.
Wading through the water,
Fascinated me like nothing before.
Getting up one morning
Breaking apart dreams,
I rushed to the sparkling globe
To find my alluring fishes
Moving only by the current of water!
As my heart sank, a tear drop
From my welled up eyes
Streamed down my cheeks
Into the water and became one with
The water that held my silver beauties!
Butterflies
Delicately etched
God's paintings
two rare beauties
curiosity united
trusting
© March 22, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Nature’s beauty,
Purple bounty,
Mother’s favourite,
They elevated her dampened spirit,
She communed with them,
They bordered her helm,
Their fragrance permeated our home,
They were permuted in the shape of a dome.
August 25, 2022.