Best Models Poems

The “existence of God” can’t be proven by Science.
Since man’s reasoning seems to run God off the rails.
There’s the alternate view that “the world just exists,”
But whatever your take, devil lives in details.

How can God truly be the creator of all
Without Nature revealing the heart...

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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...

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Make-up we apply
                      Beautiful glass porcelain face
                 ...

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!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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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The only heros and roll models
In this world today,
Are the persons referred to as
Self.

If you can't guide yourself
Teach yourself,
Learn from yourself
Listen to yourself
Just always remember 
There's no one left.

We must love ourselves
Guide ourselves
Direct ourselves
Just be yourself

And inside 
Your will find yourself,
Your hero, your roll model....

Sheryl...

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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...

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*** 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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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