Her sexuality constantly vaunted
Nakedness continually flaunted
With long shapely legs
Lets do it she begs
Then away she casually sauntered
The Flaw
In Your Passion...
Therein: Exploited.
In The Imbalance...
Decided There: A
"Value."
Promise Not To Tell?
What Is VALUE!?!?
I Remember...
I Promise.
Worth An Entire Life.
And So The Sea Arises:
Ripples In A Pond.
-Gray Squirrel
07-07-2026
he never thinks fore he talks
but on rope, head high, he walks
there's nary a fear in mind
a stronger base you'll ne'er find
his voice a substantial weight
his promise looming and great
those below look up with awe
all too blind to spot a flaw
the floorboard that gasps when stepped on
the blue bulb pulsing in an amber-lit room
the coffee stain colonizing your blue shirt—
some days, we’re nothing but
a tiny inconvenience
sharpen a pencil too far—it snaps
gargled too long, you swallow by accident
sending flowers too early—
some days, we’re nothing but
the clock that limps or leaps
some days, we are
the red shirt always missing—
until we bleed into everything
Slightest glances of your presence,
My heart dances, catching your essence!
The lost feelings that I buried,
I found it, without being worried.
Love is a feeling, I realized!
The happiest part of me Survived.
Exhausting works, tiring days,
"You beside me"- became most comfortable of ways.
Watching you resting, I'm assured!
All my weakness, always get cured.
Treating you better is my aim!
The happiest part of me, will take any blame.
You are precious, without any flaw,
I am here, go! break any law.
Don't be sad, I'm your paper!
Write on it, it will become a Scraper.
All your feelings, express it!
The happiest part of me, will find a fit.
I know, I'm clumsy and faulty,
I promise to change without being salty.
Past is out of of my reach,
Stay forever, I'll sue each.
The prayer I do, is a bit large!
If the happiest part of me is you, I will pay any charge.
I step into a room of people.
All are strangers,
To me.
I stand on the sideline
To afraid to talk,
Knowing that I,
Stumble with Communication
And find it hard to get a conversation to flow fluently
Communication,
It's always been my struggle,
It's always been my weakness
But I have to persevere and communicate no matter what
on a daily basis
Communication,
It's a love hate relationship.
No one nor you, me love, be free from flaws,
A flaw endears more than it ever irks,
It sounds strange, dimple a dire flaw ere was,
Life comes alive with foibles, whims and quirks.
A mortal life and faultless? Holy Grail,
A perfect head and heart in faultless flesh,
Is not it too much of an obscure tale?
Perfection’s a pathless pursuit, no dash.
If a thing of art has to be alive,
Forget the fault of faultless offering,
Whence ye think a ray of light would arrive
If there's no crack nor yet an opening?
I love you dear nigh just as ye have been,
A-perfect-you makes you nigh but machine.
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Sonnet | 07.08.2018 | beauty, perfection
Poet’s note: Imagine a couple in conjugal bed and discussing. The lady seems too keen to have a word from her husband describing her as one with no flaw. The man tries to bring home the point that a thing of beauty is always alive like Nature, and yet cannot be perfect like say a machine-made art. Nature is beautiful despite its subtle imperfections.
A vampire known as Silent Killer,
wanted to star in a thriller;
He had just one flaw,
that lisp in his southern draw;
Film’s a talkie, what a bummer.
there once a maid from the castle
whose weaving was rather facile
her warp matched her weft
but developed a cleft
she covered it with a tassel!
They who always seek flaws on other people's skin have no peace of mind
June 1, 2023
Tell me not, in sweet voices
That life is a beautiful place.
Life is but a devoid of poise!
A place where confidence embraces Cowardice giving room to everything that Seems to have no shape of elegance.
Tell me not, in sweet voices
That life is full of hope.
Life is but an empty dream!
A place where optimism is dressed in the Beautiful garment of depression.
Dreams remain dreams
Reality now hallucination
With sleep swiftly becoming the perfect place for a lively human being.
Blue skies turn black,
Green grasses now brownishly hot
With everything silently dieing out
A young teen I am,
Poignant is my name
I find myself in a sinister house, school and society
Where do I flee?
For fierce I wear
With my mind all set
Never to look back
For virtue has been buried,
Courage has been sold,
Strength has been defeated and
All dignity has been lost
Never to be restored.
Spring's classic charm - highly overrated,
Perhaps because it follows winter sleet.
Its new beginnings too animated,
Its poetic praise rather obsolete.
Forget the fragrant flowers’ faulty fact,
They come with mucky, rainy, fungal soil,
Outraging my respiratory tract,
Sending my sinuses into turmoil.
Way worse - the whooping wake of ugly bugs!
Buzzing, you bet, for an imminent bite,
I deem them all to be invasive thugs,
Let alone their unwelcome horrid sight.
Spring's in the air, lovers' first stolen kiss?!
Pollen is there, a nightmare, not a bliss!
February 16, 2023
It started when I had no shape,
At home or school no place to escape.
People judged me and mocked my fate.
It was so terrible, Yes!! I was overwieght.
Concealed myself behind that door,
Trapped by the walls that helped me ignore.
Thinking of ways to aid me and raise,
Resolve ,restrict to impose me a praise.
One night I decided to just rearrange,
By climbing the stairs and plates exchanged.
All my time and efforts it took,
Hoping to see my new good look.
And when I stepped one day on the scale ,
I stared at it from glowy pink to yellow pale.
I pulled myself together very soon,
I threw what i acquired that smaller spoon.
Now I knew what I realy needed indeed,
That confidence and glare and upright feet.
The belly fat is not what i gotta get rid of,
But the notions of people were just to be tossed off!
Within every soul, there is an sense of doubt
A shred of imperfection, some may say
A flaw in the circumstantial creation of man
A demon that brings out the best and worst in human kind
Twas a weapon used by army greats
Used by Hitler, Churchill and the dreaded Amin
Used to conquer, to Vanquish, to rule over the weak
Used for the suppression, oppression and silencing of the unique
Tis a spirit that keeps one far, far away
Makes one want to flee, to run, to hide
Makes grown men cry and scars young souls for life
Famously known as the grim reaper of hopes and dreams
But like all weaknesses, it comes with advantages
Like a compass, it leads away from danger
Keeps us away from the grasp of death
Like a sign, a signal before the storm
We view it as either an upper hand or a drawback
A means of success or a cause of failure
But make no mistake
It will forever be mankind's nature
Khaki has never other fabrics liked:
It has even their wearer’s bodies disliked,
Their forgivable flaws, their blunders hyped
And their names and their nicknames mistyped!
Sometimes you hear, “Like onions slice them!”
And begun a solving of what wasn’t a problem;
Bound to uncannily unfold
What Plain Malice does hold …
By then, it would be fanciful
To ask your questions – A roomful:
‘What and what next shall happen?’
And whether or not blades shall sharpen …
It shall have been a busying with fiction
By the time we triggers eschew from ruction
Khaki has seldom The Plain clothes liked
And has, indeed, other fabrics spiked;
Often through insistence on Inaction
And treatment of either as a faction.
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