fearlessly daring and heartfully caring, a support role model
Where a series of
messages fly across
profiles inflated
in balloons of
hot air.
Where a model with doctored skin
sells better cells to cover your acne,
where people 'blackout' Tuesday
and appropriate taking a knee.
Where truth is a golden ticket, impossible to find,
where 'likes' replace juries, and we forget to #bekind.
Where stories are created at the push of a key,
replacing where dreams and drafting used to be.
Where a voice called Alexa can order, suggest and locate,
but also listen and through silent algorithms manipulate.
Where faceless Gemini can offer names for your new-born,
an ironic namesake, a duplicitous invader on your own front lawn.
And most of the time
those ongoing anonymous
messages simply
ghost
A house will stand when pillars five
Are cared for so it can survive.
People – hearts that build the way,
Their trust decides if dreams will stay.
Organisation - bones and frame,
Without clear roles, all falls to blame.
Processes - the hidden streams,
That carry work, that shape our dreams.
Information - truth in hand,
The compass strong in shifting sand.
Technology - the tools we wield,
To plant the seeds in future’s field.
Leave one behind, the walls will shake,
The floor will bend, the beams may break.
Hold all as one, the home will grow,
Through storm and sun, through rain and snow.
Blood rushes behind my eyes. Ocean waves
crash as I turn my head, tilting to get a better
view of you. But that’s impossible, isn’t it? No
view is adequate. How should one look at David?
My lips are dry. I’m fainting, surely. Cells melt
and mix, transfixed as you walk by. Unknowing.
Quyeer times emit blazing signs..And some ex-boy friends?
Is this karma divine? mi5 say its Putin..' a prime topic for
Them...And its taken a fortnight with henceforth..No why
Where or whens..From them.' Yet it seems rather sloppy to
Be (a Russian affair?) And arson too primitive.' I think thats
Quite fair.? Just an ass-umption.' To try to open the door.'
Of secrecy thats been holding karmas secret deposits oh
Dear..I guessed such was er?? Coming..Hmm?? I wrote a
Poem before.!! Now its been shat-tered all over the world
And whats more.' Theres an outcome to happen.' Once the
Lube is applied.' As it was maybe in the beginning.?? Or
Will this turn upon lies? Maybe death? Well of the
Truth.' Will be the out-come? Lets await the putrid offerings
Of ( some media bums.?)
Amorous fair
Breath of fresh air
Blooming flower.
Everything was going to fade away,
When you collapsed on the last day.
Everything was going to fall apart,
Nothing could hold you on the surface!
Everything reminded me of you –
The way you presented yourself to me,
The way you showed the courtesies,
The most glorious story I have ever read is you!
Every tiny finger was worshipped by me,
Every curve was felt intensely,
Every scar was celebrated with sacred passion,
Everything would be nothing if it were not yours.
Any dull caricature reminds me of your sweetest face,
The intonation of your voice still haunts me to the grave,
Your cutest tiptoes still seek me till the 5 o'clock sun,
The entire you is the perfect smile of a godlike creature to me!
The way I have seen you,
The way you were worshipped,
The demeanour to which I have never felt bored,
The alcove of my heart always welcomes you!
Shows of gracefulness
Despite of body shaming
Done with sobriety.
gorgeousness of the model outshines the dress
do not misinterpret my meaning please
the dress is an Anya Ayoung Chee, a worthy designer
created from gorgeous fabric, she has tremendous flow, excellent lines
young svelte model’s beauty surpasses this emerald, gold, silver gown
during fashion week, we reporters do not see the gown at all
completely upstaged by the African goddess wearing her
Mocha or milky skin
Once in a lifetime grin
Delicate derrière
Elegant emerald stare
Luxurious luscious hair
Artist
Her model is me
She created a modern human
Dark with the light
Where is the light?
She kept it safe on her safe
She's my role model
I whim I have a role in her life
She has a big heart
Kept in God
How would I get it?
Should I go to God
Mybe her church got the answer
She's my perfect
Extraordinary
Sometimes I think she is
Extraterrestrial
Giovanni didn't trust Michelangelo,
He'd heard that for guys he was hot.
But for minimum pay of a florin* a day,
He was willing to give it a shot.
As soon as they started the session,
Gio's senses said something was wrong.
Mickey couldn't decide how to pose him--
Wearing armor, a toga, a thong?
This went on for a while, and then with a smile
The master casually said to the dude,
"Please don't think me a jerk,
But to get this to work,
I must have you totally nude."
Avoiding eye contact, Gio peeked at his contract,
Then took a deep breath and replied,
"Si, but with the insistence that you keep your distance,
And another five florins besides."
And that's the way the story goes,
I've repeated it word for word,
How the most famous statue in all of the world,
The one that's called "David" occurred.
*Author's note: The florin, ducat, and lire were common currencies during Michelangelo's time. A florin, according to one source, was worth 2 crowns, approximately $26.00 today. I could not find the name of the model who posed for this sculpture nor how much he was paid. I doubt seriously if M. paid his models in florins, but I like the alliterations.
Press through trails though burdens weigh,
Your tenacity and strength, they shall not sway,
Remember this secret, shout for sure,
The joy of the Lord, your strength, endure.
In the midst of shifting and shaking ground,
You have an Advocate who knows no bound,
Protect the reserves, seek those hidden wells,
For changing of decks, open closed doors.
Run with the horse, fast and bright,
Fight the lions with fearless might,
Regain what is lost, restore the walls,
Establish the future where hope abides.
A new song stirs, deep within our core,
Release the melody, and let it soar,
For you are stronger than ever before,
Model the future, leave a legacy forever!
Sympatric Aphrodite,
wide photographic opportunity
We bow to our natural needs
Her glare, to all our hopes
The actresses' deft chin, glacial
A mountain of irses
Gadfly 1970s
Where blondes and brunettes
co exist
Dream on the fantasy
Brown boots, high heels
drifting in Autumns air
Now it's May...as in 'Month Merry'
We look outside and see it's very
Bright and warm and dry and can
With confidence those flights we'll plan!
We'll dust off winders, and wind rubber
Or fire up engines too long dormant
Props then will throw air in torrents
So our builds go up and forward!
Young birdlings will soon fledge and fly
Our builds will join them in the sky!
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