Long Perfectness Poems
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"I'm too much of a giver and a lover"
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It's not about defining the perfectness of me
For there is not more to what I can be
in which you expect of me
But to learn to accept this is all there is to me
and where I am in life is perfectly enough for me
I am no less nor more than what is need be
It's about defining how joyful my heart is
For it is filled with love in which I have for you
and hope to be satisfying to your fantasy of perfectionist
Your imagination of perfection is an illusion
You slay me and pressure me for something
I could never be
I am upon my max limit in endurance of your selfishness
But within my heart I love you too much to give you up
Because baby
I'm too much of a giver and a lover
That's defining perfection of love and sharing
For love is what makes us happiest of all
Nothing more... Smile!
Written by, Akkina R Downing
11-5-16
A near one motivated me to paint my canvas with hues newed
So that I could paint a perfect painting never ever viewed
I practiced hard and soon my brushstrokes had no rival
Grateful that I learnt well and wanted the art to see survival
I realized that the younger ones could not sustain my dream
For they had their own to fulfill and swim their own stream
They thought that in front of my success, their talent may be pale
And who will then admire their own canvas and boost their morale
I let them be themselves and burnt up my own perfect painting
so that they could get a perfect one from their own attaining
I was happy that they learnt to paint their canvas perfectly in the end
For I discovered that perfectness is no absolute and had infinite trend
Like the colors of the rainbow throw up new fusions at their seam
And give colors for a new perfect painting for another generation to dream
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Form: sonnet (14 lines)
Date: 3.6.2014
Name of Contest: The Perfect Painting by Elly Wouterse
I run my fingers down his cheeks,
then hold his wrists, one in each hand.
Profound, deep love within me speaks...
emotions overtake command.
I take his hands within my own...
his fingers bend and tightly grasp
with tenderness for me alone;
in wonderment of joy, I gasp.
His splendid thighs, so soft but firm
delight my senses to caress,
down past his knees to feet affirm
his perfectness of form is blessed.
But flawless toes I now behold...
a miracle beyond compare.
My baby boy, just born, I hold;
newfound maternal love, declare.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Premiere Contest: A Body Of Work
Sponsor: Viv Wigley
Judged: 10/06/2016
Six 'Body Parts' Words used: cheeks, wrists, fingers, thighs, knees, toes
It’s our responsibility,
To help the world survive you see,
It’s urgent, because after all,
Someone had to create it all.
Of every leaf on every tree
Reflecting pure symmetricality
Throughout the spring, summer and fall.
Someone had to create it all.
Of flower petals perfectness,
Roses next to zephyranthes,
Tiny mum, and sunflowers tall,
Someone had to create it all.
What of the ebb and flow of tides,
Life to all the creatures inside,
From Giant Squid to fish so small,
Someone had to create it all.
From zebra stripes to leopard spots,
How eagles fly and how frogs hop,
Mountain goats balance - rarely fall,
Someone had to create it all.
So, we need to give thanks each day,
That God designed the world this way,
And promise to put out the call:
Someone had to create it all.
The Small Cafe
Waiting...
for a friend.
I asked her to coffee,
she did not look well.
It is hard to say how.
A little disheveled,
perhaps heartbroken,
worried,
concerned,
flawed in some way,
self doubt,
illusive perfectness...
trending against the tide.
Soon she will be here.
One of many.
We are a club,
unknowingly joined,
some of us,
voted to higher levels...
of pain and rejection,
allowing for the service,
to others.
While others are too weak,
to recover without help,
and assistance.
Mentoring those that are hurting,
from cheating and lying spouses.
Abusive friends, that over stay,
and demand more then they are due.
Lovers that are users,
boozers that are losers...
What would your life be like free?
What if the idea although scary,
offered less pain,
and more gain.
If it gave more power,
and less abuse.
Control of self,
and the acceptance
by those that count.
The ones that always...
loved you.
If a new path were set,
would you take it?
If a different world were possible,
would you dare?
And as the sun began to rise
Cries of hunger were so reflected in their eyes
And as that sun later began to set
None of these children had even eaten yet
But tomorrow is yet another day
For just one small bowl of food is for all that they pray
And that tomorrow isn't here yet
As this cry of hunger you need not let
We have so much more than so many others
And yet the Lord said that we are all brothers
It takes so little, not really much at all
Logging onto the Internet or making that call
And when all is said and done and the check has cleared
Upon your heart a mark of charity will be seared
Opening your heart and extending your hand
This tiny little act is really so much more grand
Colossians 3:14
And above all these things put on charity,
which is the bond of perfectness.
She is pretty perfect, the mommy warned the teacher.
Please try and keep her this way.
The teacher smiled, used to these mommies of perfect children.
The child looked down, embarrassed.
The rest of us looked up in amazement.
She could play the piano.
She could sing, and it was pretty.
She was an artist.
She was pretty perfect in every way.
The parent was right.
We loved her and carried her around like a china doll.
Loving her perfectness,
Admiring her,
Striving to be our own perfect selves.
None of us lived up.
We kept this quiet,
Hoping she would still love us,
And she did.
Her name was Becky.
When she grew up she turned her name into Bruce
And became a boy, and her mother tried to tell us she was not perfect,
But we knew that she was.
A human being is also a creature
may be with all human perfect qualities
Holiness may not be there
In mineral water
no bacteria may be there
not means Holy Water
Holy were those
who shown all the ways of all perfectness
only with touch, See Holy Jesus
GODDESS
The goddess of all time
You used to be here but now you are gone
All I ever cared was to make you happy
With you, I was just on one; you were only one.
You were the only one that at least cared
I couldn’t bring myself to truth these others
All you ever did was drive me crazy
In that mad love of yours; we have emotions running deep.
You were never a shadow of yourself
I don’t think you could ever understand the sacrifices I made
I did nothing less than grant you perfectness; at least I tried
Had I seen this lateness early; I wouldn’t look the other side.
I saw the same scenes over and over again
I thought we could last like forever; so I thought
We never had any trust issues; we trusted our love
At the time; you were the only perfect girl.
Together we made love look like a dream
Since you left; I haven’t met anyone like you
You had no choice; we had no chance
Yesterday, today and tomorrow; you are my goddess.
Lordvip
Song by my friend F.O.
There’s some days
You need a break
Don’t let those people get you down
No time to think
No time to breathe
The past is gone
The present is now
Oh why are you being like this
I don’t wanna be mean
But I will be a priss
Oh why won’t you tell me
You know I’m here
I’ll always have your back
So tell me
Why
Don’t think of it as bad
The past is in the past
Don’t be mad don’t be upset
I’ll zap the haters down
They’re so obsessed
With perfectness
So tell me now
I don’t care if you cry
I have problems too
I’m not gonna lie
But you go first and I’ll go next
We’ll leave the hating to the rest
I’m on silent aren’t I
Oh why won’t you tell me
You know I’m here
I’ll always have your back
You best not make me cry
So tell me
Why
Won’t you tell me
You know I’m here
Won’t you tell me
I’ll always have ur back
Won’t you tell me
You best not make me cry
Won’t you tell me
You know I’m here
Won’t you tell me
I’ll always have your back
Won’t u tell me
You best not you make me cry
So tell me…
Why
written 10/24/17