Long Complexion Poems
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I stand here in front of a fractured mirror
Tracing veined lines and blemished pores,
That in my waif-like outline I dream
About spring’s young complexion…ripe virginal
The glint of nubile aura humbling dawn's luster.
Pity this lady; she’ll never understand
How her portraits are becoming duller now…
The texture of a hollow cheekbone, a saggy neck
Reflects all the vanity disguised as anguish;
My fear slowly withering under piled rouge
Only to crack along a theatrical stage of old reruns,
Blurring eye- mascara with heartbreaks concealed
Against twilight's kept illusions.
Pity this lady, a backstage prop , anonymous
Reliving her glamorous world lost in time’s curtain call—
Within a verbose oration across a dim looking-glass,
I stand farther away, paint my famed mouth
And wave at a vacant arena,
Consumed by an explosion of stars pouring on my face.
10/10/2018
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Contest of Craig Cornish: I Stand Here
That dusky maiden sashayed down the street
Hips aswaying lightly, her ankles neat.
Brown eyes alight smouldering with passion
Bright clothes, the very height of fashion
Dazzled by her milk chocolate complexion
I sensed soon her coming in my direction
How I wanted to speak but I was struck dumb
No words out of my impotent lips would come
Her white teeth flashed me a beguiling smile
And off round the corner she danced in style
Now standing stunned, still and alone
Escaping my lips came a moan.
As I cursed letting my chance slip
Which made my dark mood deeper dip
How could I have spurned my one chance
Of hoping for a grand romance
Faint heart never has won a lady
And that was my fate on that sad day
Gone was the girl of my dreams
My mind filled with heartfelt screams.
A shadow is the negative side of you,
following wherever light finds your face.
There is a double walking there behind you,
a dark companion tethered to your body.
It is the self you cannot quite own,
your hidden fears and instincts,
the dark side you keep away from light.
Yet a shadow cannot live without its light.
Each defines the other through mutual existence.
So you gather lights from different directions.
Each revealing what the others leave unseen.
Layer upon layer builds a truer,
multicoloured picture, blemishes and all.
So you choose lights from different angles
to make each fault less obvious:
one erases the shadow beneath your nose,
another softens wrinkles and complexion spots,
each correcting what another light exposes.
Many lights improve the way you look—
until you glance behind and discover every added light
has cast another shadow:
a layered geometry of intersecting dark.
Two lights, two shadows crossing,
forming a Venn diagram of absences:
not shared values finding common ground,
but separate darknesses discovering theirs.
Each overlap is a darkness neither could make alone.
Not darkness added to darkness, but light removed twice.
Each shadow carries what its owner will not face.
The self-denied, but never quite dismissed.
What follows us unseen still shapes our steps.
What we suppress keeps learning how to follow.
Fear confirms fear.
Grievance strengthens grievance,
Negatives compound in the dark.
One shadow may remind us that there is light.
Two overlapping may obscure where it came from.
Absence begins to feel like evidence.
Shared darkness masquerades as truth.
Evil needs no darkness of its own—
only shadows agreeing where the light is not.
The more directions we illuminate ourselves from,
the more we try to hide our shadows,
the more places those shadows find to meet—
and they grow darker than either could alone.
Not shared values finding common ground.
But shared absences taking light away.
You adore the reflection you see
So beautiful you are, so pure your beauty
I see through the crack in the door
Brushing your hair so devotedly!
I know to them the favourite you are
Your eyes glisten like far away stars
I know that to them their angel is you
You’re so perfectly pretty, anyone would love you
I study the mannerisms of you. Your smile stops hearts beating - it is so beautifully you.
I cry in the night because of you
I lose sleep and am tired because of you
I look at the reflection of me
My eyes, my skin is just not your beauty.
I fool myself saying how pretty I am
But your teeth are so perfect and white you light up a room no matter where you are
I accept that I’ll never be you
The shadow, the one always behind!
The people we meet don’t see me
They look at you and see all they want to see
I love you but hate you as well
I can’t stand when you laugh as their attention is no where else
My sister you will always be
The boys, the men will never see me!
I’m sorry to hear how you are
The lines and the age dimmed the light of the far away star!
They don’t open the door for you anymore
Your complexion lost the glow of who you were once before.
Though pretty you always be, when youth became a memory so did your drop-dead beauty!
Now age is as cruel as cruel can be
The Woolf whistles now call for someone else’s beauty
I’m sorry that you can’t let go of the perfectly pretty you
But you can’t dress like that anymore and be in anyway cool
Let go of the youth that was you
That was innocence’s fool
You are so much more than what you see.
You are much more than what they will ever see.
Let go of the past, you’ll always have memories
Be a women.
Be more than they think you are.
A women is much more than a smile or the eyes of glistening stars
Be a women for what you want to be
Be a women of substance, be a women like me.
Waltzing in the room
all charm. all charisma
personality engulfs the place
like smoke overtaking my lungs
Overwhelmed by your thick presence
I don’t want to take a breath
I blink
you catch my stare
I want to glance away, BUT
Hypnotized by your essence
a magician in your very flow
looking away is NOT an option
As you close the space between us
the sexy in me finds her place
half smile, half pucker
my aura invites you into my
personal space
Teased by your momentary silence
“Hello Beautiful”
escapes your perfectly formed lips
“Hello”
I say in my softest, sultry purr
Slight dimple
pearly whites
spotless complexion
and skintone of caramel
Checking all boxes for physical attraction
the hard part begins
Who are you on the inside?
Who will you present to me in this first encounter?
Your representative?
Your truest self?
This is truly the hardest part!
~ Ms. Affection - March 21, 2021
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more miserable and more wet, mate
Rough guts do quake my darling's butt in May
And shopping cheap gets all too short a date
Some guys too hot my eye on heaven sighs
And often is your old complexion dimm’d
And every hair once fair in time it dies
By chance, or nature's changing goes untrimmed
But thee infernal scumbag shall more fade
And lose possession of faculties and nouse
Nor shall death grab thee... Wonder if I prayed
Why in eternal lines was tied to you my spouse
So long as men can breathe my eyes shall see
So long life is, for I gave it to thee
Contest: Parody of a famous poem
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
A Parody of: Sonnet 18 by William Shakespeare
Originally written and posted: 19 January 2019
Written 19 January 2019
Contest
What actually is a insecurity?"
Something that general public regard as an impurity.
Such as having too much body hair,
Or having a complexion that isn't fair,
Or having a big nose,
Or wearing some non-trendy clothes.
But all this isn't limited to physical appearance,
It is also about belonging to a community treated with indifference.
It is about not being social enough
Not being good in academic stuff,
Society demands us to be picture-perfect,
Completely obedient and always correct.
And we corny humans just want to belong somewhere,
We require some love and some care,
So we give everything we are,
Just to learn are wishes aren't rare and nothing bizarre.
Well, insecurities might not be cool,
And those stares can be really cruel,
But lets not try so hard,
What is really beautiful is also odd
The only disgusting thing in this world are the standard who call us unwanted and ugly,
Cause we are the one who decide, and every part of us is beautiful and lovely
I've got this sort of complexion, I get bored with a message Rearranging these letters to excel my performance; perfected. In any order directed, I'm forming a scheme; Astral projecting my thoughts as they orbit my dreams. Too contorted it seems, like a twisted mirage Seeing visions of god, surrounded by a cynical cause But I'm not bitter at all, just real with the facts, See People smile to your face, then stick a knife in your back High powers with wrath, divide our minds till they collapse, Till intolerable torture is all that we have Left in our path, so were doomed from the start, A looming sensation that exudes through this art. But I give it my heart, cuzi it's all I possess, Illuminating my path, and relieving my stress...
Form:
Hillary is cooked Bills time not overlooked
Their crimes way overbooked
Democrats and Republicans alike
Caught on a barbed hook
Americans don't need another look
The Clinton Foundation indicted like crooks
We didn't hire any of them to cook the books
I'm sure they all shook when they took a look
Through all of their lies
They have worked up like spies
America so wise
You’re all guilty in her eyes
We are not willing to compromise
All along they were planning our demise
While the big bad wolf hides in disguise
Mueller playing both sides of the fence
If I was Obama
I would be looking for a good defense
He left so much corruption in his wake
Most Americans knew he was a fake
The collusion and election tampering
Heating up like a red hot injection
Looks like Trump is taking this country
In a whole new direction
America's complexion is clearing up
Like he promised
With plenty of protection
From these kinds of infections
Pedophilia from Washington to Hollywood
Running scared up to no good
Across the board, America is floored
Trump screaming it will not be ignored
He will cut through it like a mighty sword
Oh Lord I pray each and every day
You clean up our government
Who would act this way
So much has been left to decay
While all of it on display
Tried to do it the Bush's way
But they let our towers fall that day
Just like Bush Sr. before to start another war
To line their pockets even more
Uranium One has come undone
The evil that has been spun
The democratic party on the run
It would appear that many have much to fear
Because the end is very near
They have bet it all on their careers
It's clear that politics in Washington
Have been nothing but a big smear
Set to ignite and just disappear
Pay to play the shadow governments way
Should be dealt with in a very public display
Taking all of Satan's power away
From those who would betray
Americans by lying about why they want '
To round up our guns
Wake up America
They're not playing for fun
While they spun their awful run
This is to let them know crimes against America
That won't come undone
It's we the people that will have won
Shadow government is all done
When I sit and watch TV I am bombarded by perfection…
Everybody has bright white teeth and a silky smooth complexion.
They live in enormous houses in the country or by the shore
all decorated by the finest designers in luxurious decors.
They drive cars with foreign names meant to thrill, amaze…astound
and when not behind the wheel they have a chauffeur who drives them all around.
But when the show is over I look around and always smile at what I see
knowing my life does not quite match the one on my TV
When I look into my mirror I often have to pause
because the body and complexion I see…have their share of flaws..
The house Deborah and I live in has never given us reason to complain
even though the laundry room remains unfinished and our street floods in the rain.
Our car is nice but is not the kind that will easily astound…
and there is no chauffeur waiting…who will drive us both around…
But I’ve come to realize something about perfection as I’ve grown a little older
Perfection, a lot like beauty, lies in the eyes of the beholder.
Yesterday we had lunch with some of our grandchildren and once again I was shown
despite its imperfections…how splendid my life has grown.
Like all families we’ve had our ups and downs…
as our family constantly transforms…
But together we have ridden those highs and weathered every storm.
For the most part everyone in our family is happy
For the most part we are healthy…
As I sat with our grandchildren yesterday I had to wonder…
How did I get so wealthy?
My life might not be TV perfect…but….I am happy to admit
my real world life is perfect…at least from where I sit.