Best Concealer Poems
Look closely, feel the harmless heat
enveloping black-diamond
petals in the glistening
garden of glossy geraniums.
There, sprouts rosemary dreams
from an untouched silhouette,
eager to be seen beyond
her perfumed pigments.
Her universe was sprinkled
with starry streams
of gleaming rays,
as she swayed to symphonic
serenades filled with hazel dust.
They may gawk with greedy
glares as wide as the night sky,
marking her with lecherous
objects that only please
shameless eyes.
She was never
in need of a sixth sense
to understand iron glances
that travel in nefarious packs,
with sugar-burnt hunger
washing all over her
unblistered flesh,
judging her concealer
as a manipulative facade,
seeking uncalled-for affirmations
that she never solicited,
misconceiving her thin lines
of red-river lipstick.
Her summer physique allowed
no consent for invasive intrusion,
yet carnal cravings become
unwelcome toxic trespassers.
Their immoral thoughts
believe shallow words
give them wanderlust wings,
while sinister stars in their sky
label her a soulless mannequin,
objectifying her
cinnamon-glazed skin,
sun-kissed hair,
and pecan-powdered~
caramelized voluptuous flare,
with their vehement
voracious desires.
Swinging penetrative thin blades
of opinions from miles,
oblivious to the fact that
she is the sanguine strength
that strolls in silver silence
across spiky swards,
suppressing the pain her
bones have endured with
every whiskering
whistle they wolfed.
There, if the mauve moon and
crystalline constellations look closely,
they would find versatile
mirrors of meaning
reflecting the times
she parades a smile too
comfortable to wear,
for they have concluded
her bed to be a shrine
of blenders and
overflowing thickened blades,
cursed by the biological
sins of Adam's ancestors.
piper’s heart is full of joy
he scampers the water with joy
the brook gurgles a woodland greeting
balmy light wind twinkles leaves
they frolic in a lively happy way
the day is light, the minnows are dashing
piper scoops up some cool water and takes a drink
his hands are cold now, but worth it
there is a cough. He knows what it means.
He searches, but the woods are a great concealer.
He smiles as he glimpses the tiny white tail
of the deer as she bounds over a thicket
The first time someone called you brave,
It was because you crossed the street without looking.
You didn’t do it out of bravery;
You just didn’t think to look.
But you liked the punch of B on your lips.
At a time when you weren’t quite sure
Who you were, you knew you could be brave.
When your friends felt sick on a rollercoaster,
You had another go because you were brave.
When they dared you to go in the abandoned house
Everyone thought was haunted,
You walked right in because you were brave.
When you lost your grandmother’s necklace,
You told the truth because you were brave.
When he banged on the door, screaming,
You let him in–because you were brave.
When his fingers dug in your skin
Grip too tight as he pinned you down,
You didn’t beg him to stop.
When his clenched fist smashed your skin,
You didn’t scream.
When he told you the bruises
He left were your fault you didn’t cry.
You kept quiet.
When they asked about the purple patches
You tried to hide with concealer and hair
You didn’t tell the truth–
Because you’d be damned
If you let anyone call you a victim.
You’re too brave for that.
Oh ocean of that long-gone embryo
Careening stormy erratic, to pacific
Ever sculpting in navy-wavy trance
Atop your peaks diamond ambrosia
Never-never dreams, you've grown ~
Troughs, they stripped fear’s heart
Rendering a wanderer, now braver
Enameling away sea-shine opaline
as Nautili curling their striped sola
Soak me up to float down in blues
undulating in the sunk, spilled sou
roughened in a barnacle-concealer
Estuary-rich, unfurl the flowing life ~
(11/13/2020)
I recall times that are now far from mind.
Times when I was told to mind my label;
left feeling I was of some other kind.
Searching revealed that I had no table.
Self reliance learned in lonely youth.
A gift from some far away unknown place;
instilled in me a taste for sacred truth.
My hunger never filled ahead of grace.
Facing fear as if I were unafraid.
Intuition grew when fed new knowledge.
Two faced; concealer, mascara, a masque.
Knowing fear, I seen fawns in foliage.
Negated when I received my label;
an account of life when told rings fable.
Tru
It’s happening again.
Red-hot Guerrillas breaching my porcelain surface,
Angry little bombs exploding, leaving
my land a red war zone,
And I can’t find Concealer,
who has gone A.W.O.L, deserted its place in line,
after Foundation, before Powder.
I send Hands to search the recesses of my desk,
the scattered costumes on my floor.
Their time bombs tick
And I need Concealer for this daily battle.
After the red formations attack my foundations,
they battle against Powder,
forcing my team back to expose my land;
blemished, riddled with unwanted lumps.
A wasteland uncovered,
and Concealer my only defence able to
hide the scars, the age, this weakness.
I send on the second wave;
Foundations, Powder, Mascara – all charades to
distract the public from my flaws.
Reluctantly I slither out into their gaze,
Exposed,
praying my cover hides what the
snarling, ruthless army
strives to conquer: to
Unmask what I truly am.
Makeup won’t cover my red face today
All screwed up and tear stained, please stay away
The waterproof mascara has come off in bits
And the concealer melting round my red and swollen lips
Makeup won’t cover my sadness today
I guess I’ll look bad, just like my day.
This body
This body is a lie
Taught that this body
Is only pretty
Because it is honey
Because I didn't stay in
The sun too long
Because I reflect my father
And my grandfather
Who was a reflection
Of light
This body
This body I do not fit
Because it always looks happy
It forces a smile on me that
I don't want to show
I am not happy
This body
Makes me laugh
Like everything is funny
But nothing is funny
Because I am serious
This body
I want to hide
Because men look at it
And drool over it
Like it is a piece of steak
Like I am not human
Like I don't deserve
The choice to say no
Because his body
Gets what it wants
But my body
Gets stolen from me
Every time he says he wants me
But I won't let that happen
Because if he try to bust in me
I will bust back
And I won't let him take
From me
The only thing that was given
To me
Because I never had anything
But this body
this body
Was made wrong
Not that I wish I was male
But because I was taught
To never love a another female
And I feel weird because I love
Both
But I hate the terms they call
This body
Because my mother named me
Ceeairra
Not straight
Not Gay
Not bi
I am Ceeairra
In this body
This body
Is fake
Because I mark it up
With makeup
To hide everything I hold
Inside
I am tired
I am exhausted
My concealer doesn't
Only hide the bags underneath
My eye
But hides the war that's going
On inside my mind
my eyeliner holds
The tears that I fight
With every night
Because if they came out
It would only make this body
Look weak
Like this body
Ain't got enough
Things to prove
I'm sick of this body
Tired of this body telling
Me what to do
Tired of people judging
Me because of
This body
I am not just
This body
I am more than
this body
So please stop just
looking At
This body
The frown that is hidden beneath that smile can never be revealed.
Rosy pink lip gloss concealed the bruised lips or ego.
Concealer, Face Powder, Eye shadow mask the TRUE self.
Matching outfits and shoes galore,
Purses, Hand-bags... The latest fashion trends help to give a false sense of accomplishment.
Money in the bank... check
House on the hill... check
A SUV or a CRV or a PRADA OR a BENZ... check
But where is happiness?
Ur an extension of myself, a literal blister,
It’s mad sometimes how much I’ve missed ya
You’ve walked in my footsteps for almost your whole life
Taught you how to be kinky as ever and still a great wife
I’ve taught u what uve got and how to use it
And also what you’ve not and how to abuse it
Your my skin Dee one where no concealer is required
A better version of myself younger and less tired
I’m a practice run, learning all the lessons so u don’t have to
But it goes both ways I no u got my back too
My world was empty when u was in prison
Like the most important part of my soul was missing
I’m your mother your sister best friend and dad
You’re my sunshine in the rain my smile when I’m sad
You hold the key that unlocks my insanity
And I tighten the chains that contains ur jealousy
I soften ur edges with a bit of humanity
There’s not a person in the world with our mentality!
The other half of me emotionally and spiritually
Your words are in my mind and I speak them literally
Your thoughts are in my head before u have them
So I’m already saying them by the time U say them
You’re the laughter in my belly the warmth in my heart
You’re the sparkle in my silly the treacle in my tart
You have enough outer confidence to serve the both of us
You’re loud and ur out there, I like less fuss
But the inner confidence I got us both covered
Enlightening ur soul when it was u that I mothered
I kept u under my wing until u were strong and brave
I tried to always make sure no one locked ur cage
An extension of me but completely ur own person
As I give u advice on the lessons I’ve been learning
I would go through anything to stop u going through it
And yes I would do anything if it meant u didn’t do it!
You still make mistakes and I learn from these too
When my world falls apart you’re the first I turn to
You don’t always make it better but u make it funny
You don’t always stop the rain but u make it sunny
You’re my lighting, my thunder but also my rainbow
When life’s frightening, we’re braver cos where u go i go
Somber Rebellion
Upon somber's horrid-rebellious fleet,
Corvus and ravens are victims who plead,
Nightmare which leeches through logic and glee,
Conceals itself behind bleaks ominous screams.
Coercion of luminity for pallid deeds,
Fabricates these mirrored-fraudulent beasts,
Wandering over a picayune defeat,
Condemning drab-shadows for your vulnerability.
Blight and woes for haul of gloom,
no stand for hope and bloom...
As it pulls us to an abyss of nothingness,
Why stand in path of haughtiness?
Concealer of truth, yet beholder of it too,
The coagulate of shade fears and escapes,
Across with warm bask of delicate ray,
Time's meticulous philosophy orders whoosh...it all Fades!
-Kethanramc
Growing up with smiling faces
Tripping over untied laces
Laughing with a light in our
eyes
When exactly did the innocence
die
Staring at my reflection, I
watch
Judgment morphs my features,
in shock
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Will you be happy when the
numbers fall
Make up face, tiny waist
Not enough and dreams are
chased
Insults whip from your
venomous tongue
Leaving lashes on my skin, 12
years young
You said you were my friend, a
knife in my back
I try to compensate for the
things I lack
Mirror, mirror on the wall
For your redemption I will crawl
Through the hate society brings
PERFECTION the media sirens
sing
Deathly thin and too much
concealer
Everyone tries, but nothing can
heal her
Darkened eyes and foggy
thoughts
Look at what your "standards"
brought
Mirror, mirror on the wall
I bow to your subjective call
From the land of make believe
I surface with the reality that
made me leave
Not good enough! The voices
shout
Be thinner, be prettier! All this
doubt
Killing the teenager before the
fight
Nothing you can do will make
this right
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Why is it now, I feel so small
She's dead! She's dead!
Society's surprised
He's broken! He's bleeding!
Your plan devised
Break us down because we're
not conforming
"The world is your stage!" Well
I'm done performing
Toss aside my feelings no
longer
You must hate that I'm getting
stronger
Mirror, mirror on the wall
No more influence, I'm
standing tall
Picking up the pieces and
sorting them through
Shatter the deceiving image
that once hurt
Control it no longer the truth
we must blurt
Breaking us down will happen
no more
Now all your shards fall to the
floor
Mirror, mirror on the wall
We are the fairest of them all
Believe in us and you will see
Everything I know we can be
Making my way through the Dollar General hoping to get an economy pack of Thank You cards to send out to all the people who had just given me expensive gifts
(Not really; I was there for cheap cosmetics),
All I could smell was that discount store smell I can’t pin down, but if I had to describe it, I’d say it’s the smell of spilled Prell baked on raw plastic packaging and industrial strength Irish Spring spread all over the place to repel insects and people with disposable incomes
I heard Elton John in the background, and it was the same song I heard as a nearsighted but proud third-grader at Kmart with proud young parents doing their best, too, as they had me try on all the reading glasses on the spinning rack, hoping one of them would be an affordable solution to a suspected vision problem, but none of them were going to help me read writing on a board more than a few feet ahead of me.
But it was fine; for now, everything’s fine. My grades are good, and everything’s fine for now. Prescriptions can wait a few years for now. I can only see what’s right in front of me, and it’s fine for now.
Now here I am thirty years later at Dollar General under the same overhead music and florescent lights, and the same smell that I can’t positively identify. These discount places all seem to smell the same and I can’t explain it, but maybe it’s in my mind the way it clings to my clothes and hair almost as bad as cigarette smoke
And as stuck as that smell gets in my clothes, so I’m stuck in this place as a ghost wishing to move on, but trying to save money on scar concealers, ignoring pains in my jaws and sides and back,
So I’m back, and still not sure what that smell is exactly
And all there is to do is be glad that for now, everything is fine.
I can see what’s right smack in front of me just fine, now, but I ignore the distance as I did then, saying it’s just fine, still believing I have a chance to escape and move on to someplace better, if only in my mind.
Gratefully I’ll head home with my discount concealer and change, and like that nearsighted girl, see nothing far ahead.
Everything’s fine today. The smell of rain will send that discount store smell away with the breeze for now. Tomorrow will soon be today, and as long as today is fine, it’s fine for now.
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Concealer
by Doris Culverhouse
Concealer covers
Restless nights, wrinkles and age
Spackle for the face
My bag of tricks will contain
Light and dark sticks for all flaws
Keep those telling flaws
closely covered never let
others see the real
superficial me later
Imperfections are pure
Angels of Mercy
To all those who have been deemed essential
Dealing with a virus, with a death rate so potential
Looking into the eyes of a gowned, masked healer
Seeing fatigue and fear, but bravely the concealer
To all the police officers, who place their lives on the line
To all the nurses, who lovingly care for all those confined
To all the doctors, who have always been there for us all
To all the paramedics, caring for the big and very small
To all the bus drivers who bravely take people to and fro
To all the truckers, driving lonely, away from all they know
To all the grocery workers, stocking shelves of what we need
To all the frontline workers, always there to help us succeed
To all the families, adhering to all the social distancing now
To all the children, in this fearful time, being brave somehow
To each and everyone of us, this virus has somehow touched
We are all angels of mercy, our undying humanity untouched
By
Charlie Baker