So I’m always perplexed when I listen to Ani DiFranco singing “I’m not a pretty girl.” I never got that because I always thought she was a pretty girl. Maybe I’m quirky that way. I mean, maybe not drop dead gorgeous or super model but pretty nevertheless. And they always tell us that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I find a lot of models to be patently boring and uninspiring with their cliché looks and figures. Worse still, a lot of the supermodels are shallow and self absorbed. I know we’re not supposed to use the “B” word but a lot of them are just total brats.
You’re a pretty girl
at least to one beholder
I hope that’s enough
Categories:
supermodels, beauty,
Form: Haibun
Digital dose of pixels, my world of intrigue
where a front camera flashes my pretty face
Shares a picture-perfect life of travel, friends, love
like supermodels patronize, in thousands of poses.
Naive wishes sulking ,"It's still not good enough"
navigate a cluttered gallery of clicks in mobile.
As self-kissing pouts get lost in a vortex of emptiness,
a never ending portal of glued fixation stays alive.
Virtual images tampered away from reality
easy to delete memories, not so exciting enough.
Don't the eyes look so piercing?
Eyebrows a bit too crooked ?
Unbrushed hair needed some more dye?
Oh! the smile is not so well-seasoned.
Charm and poise plain okay, no aura, no style.
I edit and crop using sepia tone filters
Spontaneous magic touches on a tangible screen
emanates infinite snaps of photoshop beauty.
As I keep taking selfie after selfie after selfie....
A revelation to proclaim," I am in love with me"!
Dated 30th January 2020
Sponsor John Hamilton
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Categories:
supermodels, addiction, feelings, social,
Form: Free verse
Discrimination
by Michael R. Burch
The meter I had sought to find, perplexed,
was ripped from books of "verse" that read like prose.
I found it in sheet music, in long rows
of hologramic CDs, in sad wrecks
of long-forgotten volumes undisturbed
half-centuries by archivists, unscanned.
I read their fading numbers, frowned, perturbed—
why should such tattered artistry be banned?
I heard the sleigh bells’ jingles, vampish ads,
the supermodels’ babble, Seuss’s books
extolled in major movies, blurbs for abs ...
A few poor thinnish journals crammed in nooks
are all I’ve found this late to sell to those
who’d classify free verse "expensive prose."
Originally published by The Chariton Review
Categories:
supermodels, poetry,
Form: Sonnet
They line up like supermodels...just as thin...
illuminate the tar carpet below them...stand in a motionless pose.
The fashion theme must be glitter fountains...they weep like a sun shower
...I try not to trip over the beams. You can hear this ones heart beating...
see it beating...as it flickers...to the beat...
James's Brown's "When A Man Loves A Woman"...
...I hope he's watching...all lit up...heavenly.
It is at that moment one rapturous streetlight
attempts to seduce me with her come hither look.
...she is...she had me at lustrous, I lean against her wanting figure.
Adorned in phosphorescent jewelry...
...she holds me in her incandescent arms.
We dance a fandango in the scintillating grip of this titillating evening.
...I won't be taking her home...but I'll always have the memory.
TARNDAI
Maurice Yvonne
Oct. 06 2014
nette onclaud
FIND THE PUZZLE
Categories:
supermodels, light,
Form: Rhyme
THINGS I DON’T WANT TO KNOW
In romantic dramas where boy meets girl, maybe his ex,
How many times or in what position they have sex.
In action scenes of battle or western gunfights,
Which arms and legs are ripped off by bullets.
In Presidential politics, or Senate election,
Who was the intern and how big was the ********.
In magazines of the stars and their homes,
With whom does each sleep when the partner roams.
In interviews with supermodels, (a notable tv time-waste)
Where they buy their socks, undershorts, or toothpaste.
When people talk about their drinking habits
Exactly why they threw up, and in what toilets.
In earnest interviews with radical fundamental men,
How long before the world is going to end (again?).
Categories:
supermodels, funny, , western,
Form: Light Verse
You know, they say thou shalt not steal
And thou shalt not kill
But everything that seemed fictional
Has now become real
Send kids overseas
To fix the governments mistake
Guns and bombs exploding
Is how they shall wake
Taking what you can
And looking up to false idols
Giving back broken promises
And livin like supermodels
Changin the words of the Bible
To fit your needs and wants
And destroyin everyone's morals
With you fake publicity stunts
Letting terrorists into our country
Because we're the land of the free
Makin room for illegal immigrants
And havin American residents flee
Everything today is prejudice
And everyone has a certain right
What happened to free speech?
Can I even write this since I'm White?
It all boils down to money
And who is the greater power
But is it really going to matter
When you're down to your final hour?
So keep rewriting the Constitution
And coming up with more laws
To the thieves that are in control
You all deserve an applause
Categories:
supermodels, inspirational, philosophy
Form: I do not know?
Foundation founded on;
Superficial societal stares..
Teenagers teary truth...
Of a perfect purging prayer...
Supermodels and stars...
On a pedastal of peers...
Engorging every entree...
Appauled at how they appear...
Succulently still unsatisifed...
Baking another bite...
Indulgence is imminent...
Famine is nil a fright...
Nauseated near spent...
Dieting with no drive...
Vomiting every morsel...
This is how I feel alive....
Categories:
supermodels, introspection
Form: Alliteration
Is there anyone,
who has it all?
The perfect everything?
The perfect skin,
height, weight,
mind, mentality?
The kind of person,
who has it all.
If so,
is it the ones,
we’ve seen on tv,
magazine covers.
Or is it,
the prom queens,
beauty queens,
or even the supermodels?
Or maybe,
is it someone,
we would never suspect ?
You?
The girl next door,
The girl who takes your order?
Or maybe even me ?
Categories:
supermodels, introspection, life, people, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
(This is a fictional poem)
The package said fragile but the contents still got smashed.
My ***** enlarging pump was ruined so I threw it in the trash.
The girls keep dumping me because I'm so small.
People assume that I'm well-endowed because I'm eight feet tall.
I date supermodels and actresses who are very hot.
But they always dump me when they see what I've got.
Categories:
supermodels, funny, on writing and
Form: I do not know?
The Seasons heaven inspired Summer
Jousting feasting + dancing diversions
Love exquisite reflection in the mirror
Tinned soup shelves in the village store
wicked chocolate sauce nutty ice-cream
Crimson berries golden mountains blue
shadows unhinged white double doors
wide stairs tall fellow with a strong chin.
She came up to him and cleverly kissed
Fifties beatnik style polo necks corduroy
Feline supermodels prowl the catwalk
where fun and happiness are the rule.
Colorful passion ,friendship + intimacy.
Sharing wonderfully warm magical elixir
See roomfuls of naked women bathing.
A tribute to your beauty be immortalized
feel fantastically alive Queen Goddess.
Permission to kiss every inch of the body
Girlfriends dancing , whirling + stomping.
Plush velvet sofas lead light lampshades
Playing pieces of music body of a cello.
Tea-pots doilies darling babies parties
Fix the favorite feeling fabulous pleasure
Keep the juice alive flavour rhapsody.
Remember your gloriousness leisure.
Angelfish pillows, enjoy the nice things.
Categories:
supermodels, adventure, life, passion, social,
Form: Verse
I’m so madly in love,
I don’t even know what to write
I’m also heartbroken
Since what’s in my heart, isn’t right
It’s wrong
It should be a sin
How am I going to tell this tale?
Where do I begin?
I met this girl
With grace pumping from her heart
Her smile, her smell, her eyes
And that’s just the start
The way she walks
Like a natural dance
All those supermodels
Don’t stand a chance
The way she talks
Knocks me off my feet
That adorable voice
How can it be so sweet?
Skin so smooth when touched
Feels like gorgeous silk
She must be like Cleopatra
And bathes in warm milk
But this fairy tale
Has a sad ending
Must snap back to reality
Must stop pretending
Maybe I can change her mind
What if I can?
Since her heart is already taken
By another man
The way she speaks of him
The way he fills her dreams
How can I be so cruel
And turn laughter into screams
How can I do that?
And hurt my sweetest flower
I would rather die a thousand times
Than meet that miserable hour
Why am I cursed?
With this lost emotion
Is there a solution,
A cure or potion?
Categories:
supermodels, lost love, love,
Form: Narrative