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A face of age, a septuagenarian that magically reverts to my twenties when I turn away from the mirror.
My hair of silver does what it pleases to cover my face. I can't move one side of my face, a condition they call Bell's Palsy. Flirty, half fallen, silky gray hair that helps me cover the one side. My forehead smooths out from the left and slight creases on the right. My eyebrows are small; a student describing them like commas.
When I was younger, my large brown eyes and long dark lashes were the focal point of my face.
As the years moved on, erosion has chosen to leave me with bloodshot eyes; one normal the other droopy and dry as the sands of the Sahara Desert whether from the constant irritation or the countless sleepless night.
I've always had a round face with freckles and a small turned-up nose that is a beacon of shine if it's not powdered. I am very fortunate, I have no wrinkles around my eyes, but two smile lines that crinkle on either side of my nose.
My lips are not like a lot of women, plump, I inherited my father's small thin lips. As a teen, I would gloomily glare in the mirror hating the way they looked. My teeth are not quite perfect, but I might remind you of a chipmunk. They're not noticeable since I am not able to smile. If I don't, I look very normal, but a look of scowling.
A face of age yet beautiful.
12/26/2019
Poetry Contest: The Metaphor Of Your Face
Sponsored BY: John Lawless
It really is
As they say
Ain't it funny that a difference
24 hour's in a person's life can make
As 1 day and moment in time you
may just well find yourself
Standing on the prescipus of a
be that canyon , building or world's
edge
With 1 foot already off hoping and
praying for any reason at all
To stop you from taking the next step
Then somehow or other a thought
arrives at just the exact right time
Which makes you go online click
on said this here poetry soup site
And that very reason you have
been seeking forth doth finally
appear
And so surprised are you without
you thinking or prior knowledge
You are taken 3 steps back till
the very same edge is now firmly
out in front of you
So you can then safely return to writing
Part 2 of this in particular story
To thankfully and luckily enough be
once able again to sincerely thank
Jenna Logan
For the unimaginable difference she
has made to my life
From just a mere 24 hour's ago
I do not know what I have I done
or I did to deserve such a complete
360 degree turnaround
All I know is that I am ever so
eternally thankful and grateful
to you
For this is yours more than it is mine
P.O.T.D
Just deserved reward
And when reading and scrolling
through the many comments
It becomes abundantly clear 1 hell
of a lot of people feel exactly the
same way
And lastly may I finish off by saying
thank you to all of those of you
good kindhearted people who
took your time to comment and
reply with both love and affection for
Jenna as well
You also in tern couldn't have made
me happier than I was before
I HATE SCHOOL
What did you do at school my son?
Was your day a happy one?
Did you get some good work done?
Did you have a lot of fun
At lunchtime, playing in the sun?
No, it wasn’t as it ought to be.
First I tripped and grazed my knee
And Matron had to bandage me.
While all the children laughed with glee.
I didn’t like the lunch today
But everybody must obey
The rules and eat it come what may.
And then I spelt a word wrong on the board
And again they laughed with one accord.
All-in-all, the day was a disaster.
So, right from when the day had begun,
I hated every hour, you see.
There was no sun, the sky was grey.
I’d like to give up school, Oh Lord.
What a shame that I’m Headmaster.
11th April 2020
Minuanetta Poems contest
Sponsor - Emile Pinet
I decided some time ago
To go naked from now on
It saves a lot on my laundry bill
Plus I admit it's a bit of a thrill
The town has gotten used to the absurd
Of me being naked as a Jaybird
Although there still are ladies fainting
And lots of babies crying
There's no better feeling than letting it all hang out
Plus it gives the bridge club something to talk about
Even if it's just a little bit
Did I mention it's cold as I'm writing this?
Though I might have taken it over the edge
That day at the grocery to buy milk and bread
The cashier thought me deranged
When she saw where it was that I keep my change
One thing good came out of all of this
They treat me now like nobody's biz
Although I've never been that cheap
They now give me everything I need for free
Babies
Babies trouble me.
I am always wary about what
it is that they know –
that they aren’t telling us.
Can their toes really taste that good?
Babies are a lot like snowflakes.
No two are alike. I like to think
they look just like themselves.
No sense saddling them with
Uncle Henry’s nose or
Aunt Harriet’s bushy eyebrows.
Babies are life’s tuning forks.
They emit a vibratory invitation
impossible to refuse.
They also relieve us of our normal
self consciousness and allow us
to be spontaneously silly.
Babies love to laugh and find
it amusing to make us laugh.
We think that babies are dependent
on us to provide what they need.
Babies know that we are dependent
on them – to reconnect us with what
is really important
A smile, a laugh, a tasty toe, a burp,
a pair of warm jammies, a welcoming heart.
Babies teach us to believe, to trust,
to love, to rock in time to a heartbeat..
John G. Lawless
Looking up the skies all my thoughts are only of you for me tonight.
I look at the full moon high and see your face shining at me so bright.
And then I think of all the great times that together have lived before now.
My heart will never forget them but remember them always with a grand wow!
I can never even begin to contemplate what my life would ever be without you.
I know that God has blessed me so much when He gave the gift of you to me.
Many times in my mind I just relive the wonderful day that you came in my life.
I acknowledge that sometimes we have gone through a lot of woes and strife.
But looking at the moon and the stars tonight makes me feel your love much more.
Your love is like the most wonderful and gentle song I've heard soaring in the wind.
And without your love and your presence I know my life would lose a lot of its joy.
There's so much that I'd like to tell you everyday and of all the nights tonight, so boy,
Here tonight under all this moon and bright stars let me proclaim all my love to you.
I'll always love you and forever stand by your side,whenever or wherever, I happen to be!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
February,28,2009
I once played high school football…I even wrestled on their mat
but I was never a first class athlete…and I am comfortable with that.
My exploits in both fields will never be well known
but when it came to sports in general…I like to think I held my own.
Which is why when Deborah suggested we go bowling…
when she initially planted the seed
I thought, I’m coordinated enough at 66, and enthusiastically agreed.
And despite the fact we hadn’t been bowling since 1989
I thought, given my confidence and physical ability, I was going to shine.
I know I’m not as strong as I used to be, but after tying up my shoes
most balls were much too heavy…so I chose one the children use.
“Isn’t that ball a little light?” Deborah asked, (what was that a psyche?)
I ignored her veiled rebuke and concentrated on my strike.
My feet were planted, I lined it up and was mystified and appalled
when my first roll of my first frame became a gutter ball.
My confidence was quickly waning
I wondered: Is this what the bowling Gods have wrought?
“I think you want to knock the pins down?” Deborah smirked
as I lined up my second shot.
It seemed my brain and arms were at odds with one another
they weren’t working together at all
and when I rolled my second shot…
another gutter ball.
I improved and was eventually satisfied with my result…
although I found it hard to gauge.
Is it golf or is it bowling where it’s good to score your age?
No matter…I got a little better as each game did unfold
and here is what I learned the more and more we bowled:
I may not be the greatest athlete…no crowds…no adulation
but I still can have a lot of fun…once I accept my limitations.
And when Deborah asked, “Will we be back?” I said, “Of course we would.
We may never be great bowlers…but we make these shoes look good!”
Being Young
What is "young"......do what you want
regardless of what others think .....
Young....."wise", inexperienced and a lot to learn
Not sure or absolutely certain
No duties and no considerations to take,
just think of the day
Free as a bird, spread their wings and fly where you want
Flower Power
Make Love Not War
Peace & Love
Spending the day with good friends, sleeping under the stars
Not sure or absolutely certain
Today`s young people are not so simple,
there are liabilities - they have to go to schools
to keep up with modern society
School, work, homework and have time to social gatherings
They are not free as a birds, they can not fly where they want
Flower Power
Make Love Not War
Peace & Love
For those who are young at age
Being young, young in body and soul
It`s never too late.....Fly Where You Want.....Fly...
Have a wonderful day
Flower Power
Make Love Not War
Peace & Love
24. June 2012
A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
We were too down,ignorance spread
Many darkened gorges and darkened hearts
On gravel paths in gravel lands
The moon was shut,and sun was hid.
A light of beacon,then arose in north
As general fact,sun arises in the East
But this was the sun,which arose in the North.
You taught and told ,the path of right
And from dusky night,you gave a dawn.
You did your best,to rephrase
The message of prophet and the words of God(Allah)
O' Mohsin e Milat,we miss you a lot.
From kindlings to systems known
Unlock the worlds,which were unknown
The Uswa and the Kauther gates,
Direct the youth to wisdom paths
The orphans homes give louder prays,
And hadi TV enlights new ways.
Now the sun has set and he had met,
The really God(Allah),who showed him road
AHH, Mohsin e Milat,we miss you a lot!!
Come gather near," I gladly say,
"To brighten up your tea each day.
A cute little teapot, what a sight,
To make each morning warm and bright.
Just brew your tea, then pour with glee,
The perfect cup for you and me.
In winter's chill, it stays hot,
In summer's sun, it stays cool—not!
No need to fuss, no need to plot,
It keeps the season's perfect spot.
You'll smile a lot, believe me true,
Each cup tastes fresh from first to last for you.
Leaf patterns gently grace the pot,
Handcrafted charm that can't be bought—
Well, not at prices sky-high, see;
It's friendly on your pocket, happily!
Made from eco-friendly care,
With artisan hands beyond compare.
No waste, no rot, no cheap old sort,
Just beauty made with loving thought.
A family of four can gather near,
Sharing laughter, love, and cheer.
An evening tea, a memory caught,
The sweetest moments can't be bought.
"What a lovely pot!" the children cry.
"The tea stays perfect!" comes reply.
From little tot to grand old we,
There's joy in every cup of tea.
The price won't leave your wallet blue;
It's made with everyday folks in view.
A little cost, a mighty gain,
A daily pleasure time and again.
So take it home—why wait, why not?
This charming little handcrafted pot.
The buyer smiled, "I've found my key
To better days with perfect tea."
The deal was done, the hands did shake,
A happy choice for goodness' sake.
The seller grinned with heart and glee,
"Thank you kindly!" said he.
Happy went he, his task complete;
Happy went she with her cozy treat.
She poured her tea with joyful plea—
"Here's to warm hearts... and perfect tea!"