Models Poems - Poems about Models

In school when I was being raised the role models who then were praised were the American icons— George Washington, “I cannot tell a lie” Honest Abe, a straight-shooting kind of guy Later we heard Jimmy Carter testify “I’ll never tell a lie …” For my generation and prior they raised the bar higher Honesty was the best policy That was then This is now … When...

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To his Hungarian Jewish village, Moses returned Atrocities were dismissed, his warnings spurned He described Jews buried in ditches, gave details to persuade: Agonized children, naked corpses, but the villagers were not swayed Moses was diagnosed by his listeners as mad He shouted, "Listen to me", but the wall was ironclad He asked, "where are all the people who went with...

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AI is the ultimate plagiarist mimicking patterns in human devised data. Its models needs training on high quality data, billions and billions of bits and bytes of high-quality human derived thoughts and information. But, AI output, with its hallucinations and flaws, now has begun to flood into the data sources themselves. Just like inbreeding, the training becomes regurgitative, feeding off its own...

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I cry for the boys who just need to be left to be themselves To play and explore, take risks and learn the hard way With peers, and fathers and grandfathers Getting the role models they need and deserve From actual males and not the nurturing females Who are now head of almost half of all households And more than three...

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Role models they are, guiding lights so bright, In their footsteps, I find my own path, day and night. A man of food, a culinary passion I hold dear, Nourishing souls with flavors that bring cheer. Brilliancy and intelligence, they're not achieved alone, Books and food, the foundations they've shown. Egbon Oniwe, books are vital, knowledge they bring, But food also sustains,...

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As Love shines Our hearts in The World mostly, Some bad people keep Seing the fruits of Holy Spirit daily and change their Lives... I mean being role models Of other people who don't believe In Lord Christ Jesus our only Saviour....

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The one who follows the crowd will usually go no further than the crowd. Those who walk alone are likely to find themselves in places no one has ever seen before." -. (Quote by Albert Einstein) ...

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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...

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We’re shape-shifting, my roommates and I. Transitioning mentally from freshmen and sophomores (nobodies) into juniors (somebodies). We’ve been around, we’re not the new kids anymore. We’re being seen and appreciated. It’s a mindbang. There was a coolike girl, Kathleen, who was a senior when I was a freshman. I had a mad, mad envy-crush on her....

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A bruised heart scorned, sacred vows of a saint, sorrows of unrequited lovers—art is what you paint—I Am Anaya A Models Likeness Hues of magentas and white acrylic silky spells Vibrant colors mixed from his palette he evokes Swept over again ‘til emerging shades of eggshells He has an ability to convey a sense of deep melancholy and yearning in...

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He walks with a limp, dog in tow, lives on streets, 'neath an azure sky says, "Morning," with smiles as he goes Wears logo, "Like you, I could fly." but people compartmentalize. He's one of the derelict crowd, some say they must be disallowed. Kindness calls us to contemplate what they go through, no longer proud with mishaps, we may own same...

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Here’s how you do it Let me show you Be it art, music, or carpentry A role model is key Yet when it comes to parenting Not every parent shows For not every parent is qualified As their children all too well know...

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*** THE CATS DREAM *** The cats snuggling dream Of turning through the music between stars… Of their fur transformed to feathers… Of a time past when Brought to ballet class They danced for the great George Balanchine — As living models Jumping high, high to The peaking of their Seeming so easily springing leaps… To tap noses to his fingers Then hang as if landed...

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I nurse a dream of being a poet Writing like Frosts, Shakespeares and Poes Yet each glance at old works of poets Sees my tall dream standing on its toe Reading the lines so old and new I marvel at arts which sweet words paint How so subtle their sharp curves hue Fair etiquettes on a soulful chant I stand before...

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The “existence of God” can’t be proven by Science. Since man’s reasoning seems to run God off the rails. There’s the alternate view that “the world just exists,” But whatever your take, devil lives in details. How can God truly be the creator of all Without Nature revealing the heart of His plan? That the Bible purports to do so still...

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