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As we look into our hearts
May we know our sins
As we battle with issues in our lives
May we find solutions
Ooh, dear Lord, this is rare
Let the confessions begin
Into a heart that is willing
As we humble ourselves before you
May we be honoured by your presence
As we unify our nation
May we raise our existence
Ooh, dear Lord, let the holy spirit fall
Let is accumulate
Into the unbelievable
As we distinguish between humanity and racism
May it be questionable
As we battle with issues of religion
May we be respectful of one culture
Ooh, dear Lord, this is a master piece
Let it be
Into the unknown
Written, by Eric Warr
A Beauty Constance
In Response to the poem
Ode To My Face, written by Constance La France
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There are no words that can explain.
No written phrase;
nor vocal utterance that can restrain
your beauty - a faceless tenant.
Within your eyes are depths untold.
To hold their gaze;
to pique your soul with a reckless
and brittle heart - a foolish falter.
Your face does hold Winter's past.
Pale flushed snow;
with evening's comfort tinted, and
lipstick - the winter heath adorning
downs of joy and sorrow - behold.
A nose is sacred, divinely sculpted;
your hearth's mantel.
Permit your tenderness to exhale -
let warmth escape - giving solace.
Counted wounds from past that
rent and ever borne;
and to see your face in the mirror
do cherish - for if another worn,
alike you'd be in different shades.
Yet grace us all with just a glimpse,
your written soul;
upon the pages fragmented, your
true face - breathtaking and unique.
Your reflection on a leaf -
a pale warm light aflame within;
and in the mirror seen - a radiance;
a beauty . . . Constance
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An Ode To My Face
I would like to write an Ode to my face.
It is not beautiful at all,
but more unique-
Oh yes, my nose is way too big,
my skin too pale so I must apply blush,
and my lips pale without lipstick.
I have been told my eyes are deep and sad-
to look into them will break your heart.
My history is written within my face-
some say breathtaking . . . some say different.
The Worst Grief
I believe the worst grief you can feel,
Is the grief you feel for people that hurt you.
You paint pictures of all people in your mind.
But pain dealt to you doesn’t give you time to paint into that picture.
Pain taints your oils, your pigments and acrylics.
And the portrait is distorted,
Burned and burdened with blood spilled out of your own fingers.
But in the rearview you can’t see those smaller smears.
You see the face of the person you cared about one day and an age ago.
The poison only shows back up when you back up —
Take a closer look into that painting.
Its an optical illusion,
Occlusion clouding conscious thought.
That one last “I should text him.” Or that one last “he’s better now, surely.”
You built up walls to keep them out.
So why do we keep opening the gate when they come back?
Read me verses
vibrant with life,
not sad epitaphs;
paint me my portrait
with a lustrous light...
be a Cavaraggio, or Rembrandt,
and my replicas sell in the market
for a price that suits any wallet.
I was given a name,
and with gilt I embellished it;
gladsome to glitter and giggle,
blooming as a rose bud caressed
by the wind's soft breath;
and its seed will be transported
far-away, to germinate by a godly temple,
and there I will meet a favorable, clement fate.
A tombstone is the place
for the soul's eternal rest,
my bones will lie within it...these brittle bones
once covered by flesh, but its spirit
will depart to ascend from the realm of mortals;
and sleep it will...until a mighty voice will awaken it,
there with the angels of Paradise I will write my praises,
and seeing the sorrow of the living, I will act upon their behalf.
Read me verses
vibrant with life;
epistles that the New Testament's
devoted scribes wrote.
Sing me odes of the glory to come, put aside
the longest elegy, don't trifle
with my final wish, everything else is trivial;
look into the Heavens, I will smile...
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
An apple red as blood
Here you go dear
Take it with cheer
It's sweet as sweet can be
If only you would run away
Or something like that
My mirror just won't let me be
As I look into it, it keeps reminding me
Alas, I'm not the fairest of them all
That makes my blood boil as I walk past
My husband says, Oh my beauty she is a child
I say, yes, she is a coming of age child
And she is your child at that
There can only be one queen of this manor
I will send my huntsman to retrieve her heart
Then maybe this thorn in my side will subside
She will be gone once and for all from my site
Or maybe the huntsman will be her prince charming
And they will ride off together, never to be seen again
So here my child take this apple and eat
This blood red apple is calling to you
And be on your way for good this day
I should never want to see you again
9/ 19/ 2012 9pm Sunday
I wrote it as I was watching the add for snow white & the huntsman with Charlize Theron,,, she is a favorite actress of mine .
"Nobody ever forgets where he buried the hatchet."
Kin Hubbard
How many times must I feel the pain
of your bludgeoned weapon?
The hatchet you often throw at my back
causing a hurt so deeply profound that
it buries itself all the way to my heart
wounding me to the depth of my soul.
If you've forgotten where you left
that blade, just look into my eyes
and you'll find it in each tear I've cried.
They've become rapids in a salty river.
Follow them and you'll find its burial place.
It's there, embedded in the frown I wear.
The one you see when you laugh at me.
The one your hand throws when I speak.
My smiles disappeared long ago...
when I became a target for your weapon.
You know exactly where your hatchet lies.
But you won't look me in the eye
to retrieve it, will you?
Coward, that's what you are.
October 17, 2020
Quotable Poetry Contest
Regina McIntosh~Sponsor
Mirror
I look into the mirror, but I don't see me
A stranger in my skin
Lost in a cold, dark place
Eyes are heavy, drowning in regret
Haunted by a past I can't forget
This face, it's mine, but I can't stand the
sight,
The damage shows more since we last
screamed
I'm lost in a silence thick with shame
Haunted by what I can't forget
I see the hurt in your eyes
not anger, but something worse
disappointment wrapped in quiet
heartbreak
A wound I carved that won't ever close,
a silence too deep to mend with sorry.
I stand before the mirror, fists clenched,
rage boiling under the skin i want to tear off.
Regret screams louder than my thoughts
Mirror mirror on the wall,
I hate what I've done,
I hate who I've become.
Even the mirror flinches,
refusing to show me back.
Each time I face my reflection, sorry clings
to my breath.
It spills from my lips like a prayer to late.
I see the hurt I caused staring back at me
not just in your eyes, but in mine
I don't see me
But something twisted, wearing my face
And I fight it everyday
Begging it to leave
But it clings to me like my own shadow
If I could tear the night apart and rebuild it
with gentler hands,
I would
I'd take back every word, every look, every
moment
My eyes are heavy, drowning in regret
Haunted by a past that can't be forgotten.
From across the Sea all around the world,
I sense your presence in my soul.
I feel your need as if your,
Standing right next to me.
What is it about you,
That intrigues me so,
Yet makes me smile while,
Wanting you so.
You are romantic, intimate and sensual,
As I look into your eyes,
I can feel your soul.
My heart yearns only for you.
The curse of our love,
Is the sea that moves,
Further and further away,
From me and you.
I pack my bags in a hurry,
All I know is I must scurry.
I plan on starting my life with you.
I notice my heart's breaks,
When I'm away from you.
There is no choice this is to be true,
As we have to be forever and ever.
So I leave getting on the plane,
Knowing you will be waiting for me.
Your heart has become so dark
No truths are spoken from your lips
You are only about yourself anymore
We wonder where has the real you gone
What happened to turn you so cruel
Asking to be forgiven again and again
Will you ever turn your life back around
Cling to the love that is given to you
Hold eye contact to your family lifeline
Know that we are here for you evermore
When we see you hurt we hurt even more
We love you more then you will ever know
You are hurting more then just yourself
Take a good look into your mirror dear
Ask yourself where the gentle you has gone
We pray you find her and her gentle heart
And when you find her once more
We pray you will come back to us
Our love for you continues to grow
This you should always remember
Entry for P.D.'s Free Verse Contest
written by: Carol Brown
10th Place Winner
if you wanna find me, look up i won’t be hiding,
in the sky’s where i'll be hundred thousand miles and climbing
i'll be gettin lifted like the clouds vapor rising
flying through the time zones while i'm riding bolts of lightning
i’m gone...
and i hope i never come back again
all this world can offer is disaster when will it ever end here’s a testament
to the best of them who were heaven-sent
who's friends and family outlasted them no laughter then it’s paper thin
it’s shattered glass...
it’s a look into the hollow depths of your tattered past
when you heard the blast we were cast in the heart of the aftermath
just trash in the path of disaster now we must face our master’s wrath
brain matter sprayed now police dispatchers have
to pick up the phone...
who are you why are you so cool when my friend’s dead all alone
with his head blown off 45 round hollow tip lead to the dome
in the blink of an eye time passed us by
when friends and family died where was i gettin high flyin through time zones
if you wanna find me, look up i won’t be hiding,
in the sky’s where i be 100,000 miles and climbing
i be gettin lifted like the clouds vapor rising
riding bolts of lightning in my nikes time zone flying