Best Models Poems
Fashion cover girls these days
make me sick,
All haggard and thin,
they look like .bean poles
Picking on South Beach diets
to trim flat waists
Do they have a life
'midst those surgical lifts?
I wonder if they cover up
bulimia blues with false lashes--
And party till sun up
to look doe-eyed come photo shoots!
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Contest of: Frank H
nette onclaud
*** THE CATS DREAM ***
The cats snuggling dream
Of turning through the music between stars…
Of their fur transformed to feathers…
Of a time past when
Brought to ballet class
They danced for the great George Balanchine —
As living models
Jumping high, high to
The peaking of their
Seeming so easily springing leaps…
To tap noses to his fingers
Then hang as if landed there… In
A pause overhead of any descent…
A stay of all motion
— even of time —
Where
Felines go
To dream
And dance
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(c) Art & Poem sally young eslinger 5/14/22
Thanks be to God
In school when I was being raised
the role models who then were praised
were the American icons—
George Washington, “I cannot tell a lie”
Honest Abe, a straight-shooting kind of guy
Later we heard Jimmy Carter testify
“I’ll never tell a lie …”
For my generation and prior
they raised the bar higher
Honesty was the best policy
That was then
This is now …
When caught in a lie
deny
When accusations resound
double down
When proof’s presented
get inventive
When they continue to confront
cry witch-hunt
When they accuse you of a crime
deflect each time
When they bring more claims
call them demeaning names
over and over
and over and
over and over
and over again
Nothing to lose
You may even win …
But lying is still a sin
Best to extol the role model
who always gets it right
(then and now)
Jesus — ‘The way, the truth, the life!’
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John 14:6. Jesus said to him: “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me." —NWT Study Bible
Make-up we apply
Beautiful glass porcelain face
The glamorized doll.
Tammy Reams Contest sponsored by: Judy Konos " Get your Senryu on"
1st Place
!0. The dragon and atoms compress and converge.
From Tokyo Bay, Raymond Burr sees emerge.
9. I have no more face than the man in the moon.
The hump in my back, all the churchgoers swoon.
8. To all but Christine, I am known as a ghost.
To all but Christine, I am a most horrible host.
7. Hear them warning the village so loud on the gong.
The King on a rampage. " Kong's coming! It's Kong!"
6. 3 leaves keeps him breathing, 9 leaves sends him out
To the bride he has been seeking three eons without.
5. Finally, I must know the wrong from the right.
Divide Henry and Edward, leave each to his plight.
4. Alone in the Amazon, he swims deep and true.
You decided to hunt him. Now he's hunting you.
3. "The Moon will be full! You must lock me away!"
for if Larry finds you, you won't see a new day.
2. Her blood I must have, I swoop in with the bats.
I defy you, Van Helsing, in a red fog with rats.
1. From 10,000 parts with a face from the grave.
I will curse and pursue you with no soul to save.
A bruised heart scorned, sacred vows of a saint, sorrows of
unrequited lovers—art is what you paint—I Am Anaya
A Models Likeness
Hues of magentas and white acrylic silky spells
Vibrant colors mixed from his palette he evokes
Swept over again ‘til emerging shades of eggshells
He has an ability to convey a sense of deep melancholy
and yearning in much of his work
Thus, the reason she chose him furiously,
at first for whatever it took
to capture her in what she is to atone for,
her fate to be.
With bated breath the artist brushes swirling strokes
A finished background, now ready for her face sedate
A statuesque quality she provokes
More lugubrious than usual, she tells him she sat up late
worrying her fiancé be held up on the way
The model has been helpful he thought to himself
although she stood very still for him, all day.
He paints her salient gown next, her pose engaged
Her smile feigned, lips swollen red, from biting he detects
A glance of an earlier sketch traced of her enraged
He hides it while diluting color to match her pale skin
Languid and weak holding back her tears,
she summons him to begin again.
Her inner likeness fails to appear, still he proceeds
Rest and ease your mind
What do you hear? The renowned realist artist pleads
Think of times when life was kind
She protests it is no use, tells him to let it be,
He agrees, lifting his brush and with its pointy end,
he then turns her head slightly, thirty degrees
Back to the canvas a figure now transcends.
A husband’s absent journey down the aisle
leaves her alone but with a phantom kiss
A soul rendered vacant from callous guile
A portrait of doom gazing into an abyss
What would’ve shown through paint; pain and sorrows
The artist knows what needs to be done, none the less
Lest what may have been in the lover’s tomorrows,
‘twas the painter's blissful ode to her wedding dress.
Animals love,
How beautiful it is, that love
unconditional and pure
like the wind, it blows regardless of who you are.
Animals love
they do not judge,
regardless of who you are,
like the sun kissing your skin,
they'll love you
fore all are worthy of the sun's kisses.
To find a love as pure as that is rare
in anything but an animal,
but I lead by example.
You may say what you will,
you may judge me,
you may insult me
and call me unworthy.
But I shall love you.
You may judge my wallet,
and judge me for a lack
but I shall love you.
you may look at my face,
and judge me ugly
but I shall love you.
you may judge my character
or dislike my words
but I shall love you.
You may hate anything about me
and I shall love you just as strong
because this world is a beautiful place.
In its most pristine state, it is a place of love.
And life itself is a gift of love,
so everyone is entitled.
Animals love with innocence,
without boundaries or conditions,
animals fill this world with awe.
It's something to aspire for.
To love that purely, and without expectations.
In a world that's so focused on judging others,
on making them feel like they're less worthy of living
because of a technicality, and yet coming home to an animal
who'll never judge them and love them forever,
it's surprising how no one had figured out who the true role models should be.
It takes courage to be a good person in an evil world.
To follow your heart even when the world tells you that you need to conform to it's corrupt morals.
If more people dedicated themselves to loving like animals,
this world would be such a wonderful place to live,
...And true friendship wouldn't be as hard to find.
But in the meantime, if I'm screaming into the void,
my words going unheard and unseen,
if no one will love unconditionally
then I will love alone.
Come on you thin things,
eat some pies,
get some blubber on those thighs.
Eat some chocolate
gain some pounds
Make those boobies nice and round.
Get a spare tyre,
don’t be flat.
Boys don’t like their girls like that.
Make things wobble,
learn to twerk.
You can make that booty work.
Get some roses in those cheeks,
go and eat a bag of sweets
Be all jolly
Be all fat
Boys prefer their girls like that
I hope….
He walks with a limp, dog in tow,
lives on streets, 'neath an azure sky
says, "Morning," with smiles as he goes
Wears logo, "Like you, I could fly."
but people compartmentalize.
He's one of the derelict crowd,
some say they must be disallowed.
Kindness calls us to contemplate
what they go through, no longer proud
with mishaps, we may own same fate.
Years ago, a life-drawing group
met near spot homeless congregate.
Some were asked to be model troup
Honored, none seemed to hesitate,
we had their plight to contemplate.
Then we saw them as people are.
yet all carried homelessness scar--
their eyes were sad, seldom wore smiles,
pleased we chose them as our co-star.
we learned: we have not walked their miles.
February 6, 2023
For "Writing Challenge, D-Word" contest
by Constance La France
howmanysyllables.com
First Place!
We came here pretentious, egoistic, hyper-inflated with our meager academic laurels and
filled with self-adulation of our GPAs
You saw us plainly; our minds almost blank like a tabular rasa, but you saw potential and
so gently humbled us with IAs
Under the aegis of your golden rules, we learnt to know when to be silent and when to
“Always say something”
We needed to know the anatomy of this new education in order to rectify the pathologies of
our time
With your fatherly scalpels, you dissected the courses into absorbable pieces
You nurtured us and gave us a rather microscopic view of life so we can appreciate the
people around us
Even when the rigors of the academics struck us dumb, you were there to repolarise our
neurons with your fraternal voice; “Think folks!”
When complacency and indolence set in, you shook us up in a booming tone “It’s your job to
know!” and whet our hunger for knowledge
You gave us faith and pushed us to our limits till we saw distinctions right ahead of us
When we were almost tired and the world saw us hyperventilating and palpitating with fear
of referrals,
You transfused us with more knowledge, healed us and saved us at the phase of irreversible
shock and resuscitated us to be the best we could be
When we were back on our feet and had something to offer, you stood by, reminding us never
to judge others especially our patients
But to strive to put a smile on the faces of others
As if that were not enough, your chemoprophylaxis for us was holistic enough
To instill in our hearts a strong sense of selflessness with high doses of patriotism
running through our veins
Indeed your love for us is broad spectrum.
Today our hearts are filled with utmost gratitude
For you have placed us at an academic altitude
So we can have something to offer our generation
Our lips will continue in ceaseless veneration
At your polymorphic roles in our lives
For you are our teachers, our parents and our role models
We may twist and turn the queen’s language in your praise
We may shower gifts and awards
We may mimic your voices and behave like you
All we want to say is “We deeply love you, our dear lecturers.”
I cry for the boys who just need to be left to be themselves
To play and explore, take risks and learn the hard way
With peers, and fathers and grandfathers
Getting the role models they need and deserve
From actual males and not the nurturing females
Who are now head of almost half of all households
And more than three quarters of all teachers and counselors
Females who all may mean well, but end up
Raising something that too often really isn’t a man.
I cry for the girls who just need to be left to be themselves
As tough as that can sometimes be
To slowly and steadily fill out
To become a woman whose whole is greater than her parts.
To celebrate and respect their femininity
Safe and secure to excel as females
Protected from males in sports and social spaces
To embrace being female, instead of copping out
To try and be a male, while ending up neither.
I cry for the children who just need to be left to be themselves
To play and explore and grow
For the few short years it is to be young
To keep their innocence as long as possible
And a child-like sense of wonder forever
Even if it remains hidden in private beneath a maturing face.
To be cherished and protected, nurtured and empowered
By the adults in their lives, and to know their elders
And the love that only comes from generations of experience.
(7/12/24)
We have so many role models in society.
You can choose from so many with such a different variety.
There are musicians, writers, actors, athletes, and so many more out there.
But the people we choose today, I don't get, I swear.
Some of these people's minds must be playing hooky.
With all the great people out there some people choose Snooki.
We choose people just because they are millionaires.
It seems like in today's society nobody cares.
On facebook, Charles Manson has 20,000 friends.
I don't get these people or today's trends.
He was a cult leader and murder for crying out loud.
But a role model to some and they say it proud.
Some people say it is O.J. Simpson when he was a football player.
Okay, but now he is a murderer, but I won't be a naysayer.
There are so many more I don't understand, but I won't even bother.
I will just be puzzled and look up to mine, because mine is my father.
Here’s how you do it
Let me show you
Be it art, music, or carpentry
A role model is key
Yet when it comes to parenting
Not every parent shows
For not every parent is qualified
As their children all too well know
We’re shape-shifting, my roommates and I. Transitioning mentally from freshmen and sophomores (nobodies) into juniors (somebodies). We’ve been around, we’re not the new kids anymore. We’re being seen and appreciated. It’s a mindbang.
There was a coolike girl, Kathleen, who was a senior when I was a freshman. I had a mad, mad envy-crush on her. She was everything I wanted to *be* when I was scared and unsure about things. Kathleen was perfect., an example of success that, like a fulcrum, lifted our confidence.
When she was around, I’d watch her, discreetly. She had this unconscious habit of touching her chin, with her index finger, when she was thinking. I swear, I found myself copying her, until Leong saw me do it once and said “Kathleen!” I was embarrassed. You can’t get away with anything around here.
Kathleen graduated last year. I saw her once, in her graduation gown, from afar. I got emotional. Part of me wanted to rush over, give her a huge, congratulatory hug and tell her what a role model she’d been for me - even though we’d never even talked, but I was afraid she’d think I was a stalker.
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Webster: Fulcrum: a support that lifts*
slang..
mindbang = a shifting in a well-established paradigm.
coolike = a really awesome person you admire
perfect. = (the period has to be there) an amazing, flawless role model
AI is the ultimate plagiarist
mimicking patterns in human devised data.
Its models needs training on high quality data,
billions and billions of bits and bytes
of high-quality human derived thoughts and information.
But, AI output, with its hallucinations and flaws,
now has begun to flood into the data sources themselves.
Just like inbreeding,
the training becomes regurgitative,
feeding off its own output recycled.
With no way to tell the difference
between original and AI derived stuff,
the models become dumber and dumber
as each model learns from the previous one.
Rehashing the trash, disgorging, re-eating its own sick.
AI is its own Tower of Babel, the omniscient fountain of all insight, capable of all and anything, is fundamentally flawed and inbred.
AI is destined to become a rabble,
a Babel babble, incoherent, useless flotsam and jetsam.