Hankered after plump pouting lips
Surgery the answer read all the tips
Now I'm a cartoon~think Donald Duck
Opening my mouth with horror I cluck.
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10/09/2021
Can you smell the fear,
That is now everywhere,
Even where there is protective gear,
And media outlets of the year.
Extremists and opportunists the only ones to cheer,
As the grieving are tossed up in the air,
While others steal their gear,
It is just not fair,
That those who profess to care,
Are turning a blind ear,
While planning more ways to spread fear.
When the dust begins to clear,
Who will have power they don't want to share,
And who will have kindness to spare,
Who will have a list of people they want to scare,
And who will be worse off than before,
Who will be deciding what is fair,
And who will be counting money they have made from the fear in the air.
The only things that seem clear,
In this atmosphere,
Is that cosmetic surgery will not clear the air,
And extremism will only spread more fear,
Money cannot replace kindness or a listening ear,
And if we don't give back some dignity to those in despair,
Fear will always be in the air,
Extremists will always be there to cheer,
With media outlets reporting on all they care to share.
My middle aged spread sure is spreading
Right before my very eyes
My tush is the size of a hippo
And I dare not mention my thighs
My once pert boobies have gone south
They were once like ripe juicy fruit
Now they're dangling towards my knees
So no one sees me in my birthday suit!
I’ve more chins than the Chinese phone book
In fact I look like a little fat Buddha
I’d considered having cosmetic surgery … but
Some of the celebrity pictures sure me shudder!
Fiction poem for fun
10-09-17
According to Dr. Twelfth
Cosmetics impact health
Subvert true love by stealth
And squander limited wealth.
At the end of the day
Beauty rinses away
And the face on display
Appears withered and gray
All that money and pain
Is flushed down the drain
So its hard to explain
Why they do it again
When it comes to a test
The face men love best
Is not self-possessed
But quite manifest
In Ye Olde Gene Pool race
Neither beauty nor grace
Could begin to replace
A familiar face!
Optical illusions
Seeing is believing at least that's what they say
Sometimes though, what our eyes see leads us astray
World banks and their buildings are so, impressive to the sight
Promising financial freedom, while profits, like birds take flight
Political leaders, world rulers, seem so confident giving their speech
Fulfilling their vainglorious promises however, is often out of reach.
Physical beauty of men and women is often just simply superficial
When cosmetic surgery alters images, they end up looking artificial
Actors and singers, superstars, have their stylists and make up on
All are not as they appear, broken idols ever seeking a glory long gone
Religious leaders with their pomp, showing off illustrious vestments
Optical illusions promising salvation while minding their investments
This world is full of hypocrisy promising things but they are only lies
Optical illusions at their best, but it's time to open our eyes.
John Derek Hamilton
February 12,2016
Lock step, atoms burned
Fiendish restless
Truncated waiting
Shop and drop
Stop and slop
Old ladies masquerade
Preachers audible in a drunken charade
A toothless Tuesday
Parking lot drivel
Copy of a copy of a copy
Total insomnia
Hairless bent on rogaine
Young and stupid with cocaine
Hapless pleading
Loud steps and sniveling
Rise Above!
Rise out and Above!
The solar system shines on you
Comets of mercury
And you're betting on cosmetic surgery
Rise out and Above!
Unrealistic Expectations
By Elton Camp
For problems, instant solutions would be great
Whether a big nose, ugly mouth or maybe weight
But is cosmetic surgery the answer to all our woes
So as to improve us from our heads to our toes?
I agree it would be great to look like a movie star
But even the best modern doctor can’t go that far
So it’s off to the cosmetic surgeon to get action
And hope not to end up ugly as Michael Jackson
The figure of a goddess which she did possess,
Had the power to make every mortal digress.
And oh, how wonderful I thought life would become
While I felt her love beat through my atrium.
But I should have known that something as rare,
Was too good to be true and would never be as fair.
Yes, a long time ago we were passionate lovers,
But now when I hear her voice I can’t help but to shudder.
Her big brown eyes which were once filled with hope,
Have become nothing more than an object I wish to poke.
Oh, how beautiful she was with that long blond hair,
But now it is as wild as a jungle and tangled beyond compare.
And though I remember how I longed to see her undressed,
The very thought of it now makes it difficult to digest.
The heavenly body which all the girls used to envy,
Has faded away and become nothing more than a distant memory.
But since now I have both the time and money,
I think I’ll rekindle our love and get her some cosmetic surgery.
I am her best friend
they are just the others
We do everything together
almost to the point of lovers
I know I love her with all my heart
but I wonder if she's equipped
to handle the lethal needles that I can throw
She's doesn't fully understand me.
and though she'd like to pretend she does
There is a part of me that existed
before we ever became the two digits
that hasn't healed no matter how she tries
I have scars deeper than gun shot wounds
and they never go away
Not even with cosmetic surgery.
I've been compromised
By countless friends who do nothing
but pretend they know me.
Than stab me in the front
Pain is universal
So I hope she understands
when my heart needs to be put on a curfew
because if it didn't it would just let anyone in
and the pain I've felt before is inexplicable
I fear losing the best thing I've ever known
She's is the only thing currently keeping me
from reaching critical.
When I get silent. It's cause I'm worried.
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