Short Exteriors Poems

Calm, composed exteriors
   Belie agenda-driven minds

Words painstakingly chosen
   Cover well-padded behinds...

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Optimism lays the foundation,

~ whereto, ~

there are no exteriors that exist.


Date:06/12/2019...

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Often are the times where all appears but such
And yet, between the lines, the extent to which this is true
Lives endlessly
Thick like fog uncommon
Mist is left to remain
On exteriors once dry and barren....

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Mere husks remain,
unnaturally strewn,
lying by the dozens
on a red-soaked field.
Once stoutly girded,
masking fiery resolve
underneath unassuming
exteriors, naught but the
faintest hints linger,
sad siren calls to
former greatness.
...

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Trust is like blood pressure. It's silent, vital to good health, and if abused it can be deadly. It takes a betrayal before you realize the real currency in the world is not money, it's trust. We are trusted because of our way of being, not because of our polished exteriors or our expertly crafted communications, but of character....

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Machiavellian dharma bums-
thumbing noses at the world
brazen fingerflags unfurled
tragic frowns on magic clowns
in fine designer hand-me-downs
hip and flippant,chips on shoulders
colder than the golden rings
piercing their exteriors

Neoclassic neobrats
drafting in and out of time
tatting lines of prose and rhyme
in easy lays that tease and play
in not the least most pleasing ways
the seed is sown,a need to hone-
a poem of their very own
near to the interior...

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   Like a man possessed we fight
     'neath cool exteriors
   a raging fire burns, day and night

   We have nowhere to turn
     no matter how we yearn
   to parlez vous francais or habla ingles

   Never quite accepted
     by the whole world rejected
    All our efforts reproved
     ever on the move ... 

   I squirm and fidget
     'cos I never quite fit in
   Now, back in Israel 
     with God I dwell

   I know who and what I am
     back in my homeland...

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I caught you looking 
In what world ?
Please 
Even if you where the last person on earth 
In reality 
You would still be to good for me 
And Yet
I would still slam you down 
Because shallow is pretty 
Outside to in
And flawless skin
And shinny hair
Don't care
For the less fare
When make up cases 
Paint a picture 
Of mask's indifferent 
To anything but the face
Of camouflaged exteriors 
The world won't let in
Because differences 
Be the sin
Of Love
In beautiful boxes...

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