Perfection Poems - Poems about Perfection

Your golden calf speaks artfully in my ear marketing its millions of worshipers- whispers of temptation to be like you- If all life produces are idolators from the gold calves they adore, where are its gardeners its realtors its nourishers its doctors its listeners its philosophers it cleaners its mothers its fathers? These are the pillars of society. Remember this and don't feel ashamed of who you...

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[Perhaps this is apart of my twisted delusions? Oh, mundane, antithetical, to dream of a median--a deranged, psychotic thought.] [“I ponder the chains of order; perpetually asphyxiating a ‘disobedience’. Why, why we need of persecuting the good?”] [Malice subsumes those who yet to temper, and sorrow enshrouds those refined. Crux, crux, I call to, whom ignore my...

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So many ways to say one thing More than one way to turn pawn to king Too many turns to the grocery store Which turn shall I take? Countless words to choose from From sunrise to sunset Too many ends to be met With no end So many ways to say one thing How will I say this? The paralysis of perfection pours A whisper...

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Our fantasy sometimes will paint A lover that's some kind of saint. But isn't that dull? For life is more full Where only perfection, there ain't....

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However you dress...compress these clever creatures… More not less..whenever features...success.. To be Francis...what about Bacon… Salty...naughty.. fatty flavour to savour.. Doing each dish a favour...a porky saviour… Get a hard on from a lardon.. What’s much better than pancetta… Peck at a fleshy fleck of top deck speck… Unctuous umami tsunami of salami Or sumptuous faux porky pastrami Cheeky paprika glow of chorizo.... Stellar slivers...

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there’s no such thing as perfection ~ if there was I could never be here winked the devil to god ~ who replied this once you’re perfectly sincere By David Kavanagh...

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in early morning when everyone is still asleep i love to wake up with the sun and have a private tete-a-tete i sit quietly with my mug of coffee soak in the rays and absorb the serenity around me this morning even the birds seem to be sleeping in with the wind not swaying a single tree nature still seems drowsy i spoke too soon here’s...

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Toast some almond flakes and shredded cocnuts set aside use your favorite recipe to make a vanilla cream pastry whipp some heavy cream and sweeten and set aside mix powdered sugar. vanilla,and milk use your favorite instant vanilla pudding mix mix smooth fold in 1 and 1/2 tubs of whip topping using a great cake one of your best cakes I prefer a pound...

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Who cares about perfection Even the moon is not perfect It is full of craters What's up with the sea Unbelievably beautiful It is salty, dark deep What's up with the sky Infinite, still not perfect Like a woman not perfect But special to every man His choose is special Stop wanting for perfection Better try to be free Live doing what you love Not wanting others please you....

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Toxic notions, mixing up potions Bubble and boil, cauldrons toil. The words evade me, They could've made me - by now - but somehow, I forget what the words were I forgot I could speak, I became so weak, inside I was dying, I couldn't stop from crying, I wanted to run and hide. Perfection is just a reflection, An image...

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Flawed Perfection In the dark corners of her smile, I find a fire that cuts through miles, Of shattered dreams and whispered pain, Where only truth can break the chain. Her imperfections, they sing to me, A perfect flaw, a mystery, In every scar, a deeper grace, Her beauty...

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Partially we are perfect but the whole is not always so pleasant...

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Has the pulse in my chest calmed down today? For long I've not smiled, joy kept at bay. I can't laugh amidst the mirthful throng, Though in the midst of the joyful song. Wisdom is cheap, but laughter is meeting rare, Words lose their worth; everyone seems unaware. Since sand turned to mountains, Nothing I've eaten has settled inside. The singer spoke,...

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“Where you tend a rose, my lad, a thistle cannot grow." – Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden Red roses rambling over an old sandstone wall…perfect....

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They learned long ago that a life filled with perfection… has less to do with life itself…and more with their perception: Every night before they fall asleep…as in their bed they lay… she gives him a kiss good night and says, “Thank you for a perfect day.” And every night as they lay in bed…the moment she is through… “For...

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