Long Flaws Poems
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I seek a heart that beats in rhythm with my own,
A hand to hold through seasons yet unknown, trust lives softly in her gentle grace.
Not perfection carved from marble stone,
But someone real, with flaws she’s always owned,
Who speaks her mind with kindness as her guide,
And chooses still to walk here by my side.
In morning light or when the day grows dim,
Through joy that soars and times when hope grows thin,
I long for love that’s steady, strong, and true—
A faithful heart that says, “I’m here with you.”
For in the end, what matters most to me
Is finding someone who will always be
Both lover and the truest friend I know,
Together, helping each other grow.????????????????
Artificial intelligence of technological prevalence
Blessing it is, and beautiful, when beheld for its beneficial presence…
Challenging authentic intellectual quest
Driving and directing tenacious mindfulness-zest…
Elevating real wisdom toward discrete use
Failing to surpass sincerity of earnest poetic muse…
Good is its impact along God-blest economic worth
Hoisting income mobility against financial dearth…
Influencing globally for progress and development
Just let us be consciously aware that such is the trend at the moment…
Kindling authentic prudence along kindness of sincere might
Love of human heart is AI's lack especially if self-interest takes flight.
Many are the flaws of AI; but facing its imperfection with wisdom*
Nurtures beauty in seeing it along perspective of academic freedom.
Proverbs 9:10 The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom: and the knowledge of the holy is understanding.
Sometimes you can hide yourself in a mirror
Not everything’s revealed within its glimmer
What you see is only your outer reflection
You’re only looking at lights reverse deflection
Your eye’s look forward but only see back
It’s truly an optical mirage, a reflective façade
Sometimes there are lies in the reflection
Walls that are built to provide you protection
Like makeup used to cover flaws and cracks
Hiding blemishes and limiting the attacks
Paradoxes of light, a brightness that is dimmer
Illuminating the truth, obscuring the grimmer
Sometimes the truth is only seen as fraud
When your outer skin hides what is inside
Mirrors are unique as they capture misdirection
Curved paths of light are only retinal projections
Images presented to the world may never lack
But they may not represent a faithful track
Sometimes a reflection is defined by the shimmers
Of the underlying image like candlelight that flickers
Giving up truths behind the lies seen by refraction
In a mirror’s view when you are open to inspection
Less defined by vision compared to the abstract
Of what is promised to your soul through God’s contract
I have several toxic habits - I know - because I read an article on the web.
It’s a miracle I’m not an axe murderer, based on what the experts said.
I use “should” biased judgements - when things go amiss.
I think about the future, when settling down to rest.
I obsess on defining the “best part” in each of my experiences.
I often think in poetic terms - which has driven wise men delirious.
I have nova bursts of interest - which escalate into crushes.
I keep a mental list of incidents which, if left unmanaged, lead to grudges.
The flaws go on and on - God, I simply am a mess.
I need to face my many flaws so that they might be addressed.
Do you think anyone is ever perfect?
Is it like playing whack-a-mole?
So that no one ever ends up perfect - they simply end up old?
LOVE IS ALL YOU NEED
Learn to love yourself first with your strengths,
gifts, talents and your weaknesses,
flaws, shortcomings for you are
left with yourself most of
the time. Only then
you are able
to fully
open
your
heart,
give love
to others.
Love is a gift.
A gift so precious
that you must nurture it.
Look after and water it
to grow for love is the answer
to what you need. Love is all you need!
Submitted: 2/28/21 All Yours (March) Brian Strand
Despite my sin and failures
Which haunted and taunted my spirit
He loves me deeply
With a love that is living
Thriving and giving
From the heart of the Master
Love that brings with it
Hope, faith and serenity
Love like this is penetrating
Enlivening, inspiring, thrilling
Love like this is beyond imagining
It is the answer to many prayers
Pleas for the feelings
That bring assurance over doubt
Kindness over insolence
Warmth over the callous heart
Despite my faults and flaws
Everything that makes me wrong
He loves me with a love
That is so alive it sings a melody
Of joy, a promise of strength and wisdom
That comes from listening to that
Still, small voice… God’s breath
Breathing out a gentle direction
For keeping faith at the center
Of all that I enter into
Despite my worst wickedness
The crimes I’ve been overcome with
There is grace that He lends me
Thru faith where He sends me
To the empty tomb, where Jesus left me
A miracle that would give me the chance
To look toward the heavens and know
I will go there one day, after a time
After I have moved from this body
To the spirit world where the Father
Will welcome me into His haven
With the Son who gave me the hope
That keeps me focused on the moment
When I meet Him in the sky
Welcoming with an embrace
Filled with sincerity and mercy
And I praise Him…
There is…
Light that shines across my soul
Letting me know that I have discovered
God’s most joyful gift,
The rich and vibrant place called
Heaven, the home in the sky
Where you and I are invited
After we leave this world knowing
That His Son has died for our souls
And He is there, awaiting us
The ones who have been filled with
The spirit that gives off that light
Of redemption, salvation, elation
Love that is unconditional!
Ephesians 2:8 - For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God
"For the Lord giveth wisdom: out of his mouth
cometh knowledge and understanding."
Proverbs, Chapter 2:6
Since I was a little girl I have been talking to God,
for he has great wisdom as he created the world;
he is my very best friend- I know that sounds odd,
because of his knowledge my little girl soul whirled.
For the Lord giveth wisdom, the proverbs proclaim;
so, Lord, my God I carry your torch and your flame.
Each morning, I confide and ask for help with life;
out of his mouth cometh knowledge to end my strife.
Now, as an adult I still call the Lord my friend,
he forgives all my faults for my penance is true;
sometimes, he laughs at the flaws I think of to send,
he understands and I am stuck to him like glue.
For out of his mouth cometh his understanding;
his reply sent with love and never demanding.
When, I am afraid I ask him to hold my hand;
and I know that my destiny- the Lord has planned.
____________________
February 10, 2023
Poetry/Rhyme/Lord, My God, My Friend
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1524-447-10
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Proverbial
sponsor, Margarita Lillico, Judged 02/06/2023
A perfect beauty
A perfect beauty could be different beneath the skin.
They may be beautiful on the outside,
But dark secrets may be hidden underneath.
The person we desire could be blinding us from their faults;
The lover we require may be a detached love so far away from us.
In silence we remain alone;
In voice we give birth to love.
Without a love of our own,
We remain less than we should have become.
We have to see past lust
And delve deep under to find love;
Because a love built solely on lust,
Will crumble and become lost.
If we remain true to love and do not just accept anyone;
We will find what we need, if we are lucky enough to find the one.
The words have already told us,
That love is everything that we need.
So stay faithful to your faith in love
And you will find your real love, eventually.
Obsessing over beauty will only leave us so sad;
We may miss out on love, for them and they may never know.
If you think they are the one,
But then you see the flaws they never had;
You will regret what you did or didn’t do and you will end up alone.
Be open to love, for every love is a gift;
Do not take anyone for granted, or they will soon be gone.
Throw your arms around love; do not let it be missed,
Because you cannot change what you have already done
And if they really are so perfect, then why are they alone?
A flawed beauty is what we should desire;
A painful past will bring you closer together.
A love full of lust burns the brightest fire;
A lust without love, will never last forever.
Being honest to love is not such a risk,
When you compare it to being honest with only lust.
Love will protect you every hour, in every kiss;
But with each lover, you wear away love and away goes the trust.
In stars we search for understanding, for meaning and for sight;
In songs we find understanding, true meaning and insight.
In marriage we become new beings, living a whole new life.
A beauty without flaws is called perfection; it is also a lie.
Seek what you want and accept what you will;
Profit where you may and put your trust in who you want.
Desire all you can have and let no tear ever be wrongfully spilled;
Live for lust, or lust for love;
Live for love and you will find that you are now at one with the one.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
In the mirror of life the ripples of time project anew
while each moment of light simply reflects back to you;
Every changing nuance captured from a distance
is focused to the point of radius, it's your accrue
incurved leaning towards your personal perception
the mirror of life delivers the path to your personal truth
Whether accurate or not you shape your reflection
according to what you see and what you deduce;
Intuit thoughts arise and suddenly the mirror cracks
with arms wide open, come to accept yourself
In a world of monumental perfect, flaws are beautiful too
the mirror of life is kind to you, when you decide to look
deeper than the surface, wider than the sea
in the end the mirror says, " it's always been you and me "
May 7 2022
First off-
you're E~did,
fawned like frozen in a wrong beam of time-
God is only justified by his own usury,
and we don't do the forgotten as a figurine...
We all are falling,
forwardly and softly forestalled,
faked,
forgiving four fickle frogs,
finding our fifty nine frot foe,
just as we fizzle the fantastic flowing fight, fitted-
if that's enough to gloat see me stuck in the next simple dictionary-
having nothing to say to the ears of men who listen,
children who dream,
women who can misinterpret.
Sleeping is optional,
sojourn is an ancient land full of those flaws,
free,
we are not this-
fleet,
we are so fast at adeptly encouraging the sanctimony of the next...