Short Model Poems
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be A
ROLE MODEL
her outfit feckless
modeling for fashion week
the age of fifteen
chic to most of us
magazine cover worthy
still grandmas baby
what you do
some follow you
make the right move
its you grove
not all about th dollars
it can make you hollars
be a
ROLE MODEL
Clip my hair page boy
Blush my cheeks with sun peached dust
Spider lash my eyes
Set me up at dawn and dusk
I'm your living photograph .
How does your part-crooked smile
Break out with such elegant style?
Subtle flaws modeled graceful and true
Like a gown woven just to fit you...
Did you see our POTUS toddle?
Its called the, "Air Force One Waddle"
But a U. S. Marine
Claims our POTUS is clean
And the Army's top roll model.
Trump Made A Model
Trump became a model for each role,
And out much of it he still does dole;
Big loser bred;
Down path led;
Popularity is declining in latest poll.
Jim Horn
Model Town mein aik Wali rehta tha,
Jo Logon say kehta tha,
Chanda day do.
Zakaat day do.
Nazrana day do.
Fitrana day do.
Couplet
Qabron say kamai kar lo,
Pait haraam say bhar lo...
i got my own morals
because i got no role models
i got my past mistakes to look at
so i don't fall when i stumble or crumble
the future petrifies me
especially when they say i imitate someone
Parading imposing and charming
the model displayed her pretty-looking
but parading, cruel task
hungry model had no bask
they gave her lettuce leaf, for not starving
to a sweet navel of glutinous oracle
sticks the fairytale makeup
because the model caressed the tree
since the model recognizes the apple
as the model eats the grass
a carrot from Hollywood paradise
a green salad with organic smelly
Model To Scale
When building model must do to scale;
Design this way and it will never fail;
With we did share,
And God was there.
Proudly designers we did have to hail.
Jim Horn
Building models to scale was mentioned
on MSNBC.
Back in the 30s my dad owned a 1929 Model-T Ford
However today most people own 2 cars which they can't afford
Times sure have changed
Actually nothing's the same
If my dad was still with us he'd need to be resuscitated for sure
There once was a model named Connie
who wanted her skin to be tawny.
She took the wrong stuff,
so now she’s Miss Tough!
Her arms and her legs became brawny.
Feb. 20, 2016
* The rhyming vowel of COnnie and tAwny are the same in American English
History written in pencil is easily erased,
but crayon is forever. Emilie Autumn
THE MODEL
staged and statuesque
the model upon his desk
he takes liberty
for granted, shoves her to side
she falls off with his pencil
2/12/2022
Typical season
Pitfalls no reason
I'm covered in Soul
My arose my emotion still in flow
Now knowing where I show
I know my truest self
Holden, holder, to my middle breath
Model role, role model
11/26/22/
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
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.
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
She all decided
applied smiling spring
all over her body,
painted of golden summer herself
and went out to relish
life... rejuvenated,
seductive...
With attitude!
M-odel in the forest
H-as met the new dawn;
I-t's a lovely Saturday,
E-vening chill is gone.
B-eacon twenty-fifth February
A-ims to warm the day;
L-et the rain disappear,
M-ist and fog fade away.
E-arly morn has broken, rise from the bed and quest;
O-pen your eyes to see the model in the forest.
I sweat the smell of acquisicion
expensive perfume, leather and derision.
Designer clothes, and with precision,
a cat walk pose, a lovely vision.
An envied icon - take a piece.....
I walk the razor's edge, I tread a greasy place
….. drugged out senseless,
my only peace.
For Andrea’s:
Itty Bitty Contest.
I live
my own
fashion ...
I'm casual,
practical,
pret a porter ...
My catwalk
is life where
I parade my
simplicity
and dress up, or
to strip me
naturally...
In the four seasons
I am always ready:
for the trivial and
casual ...
I live in fashion
ever...
I'm a model poet,
I model my life
poetically
To model she
forced herself to salads,
energetic products
and gym
To beautify herself,
amounts of time,
cosmetology ...
To compensate,
solitary abuses,
stuffing
of chocolates and
delicatessen ,
confectionery ... "
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
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!