There once was an insta-grammer star
mysterious likes without an avatar
longer hair, elongated neck
AI used, who would suspect?
An AI touch up does the trick by far
AI touch up is now in progress
Be careful though not to lose focus
One wrong blink and here they come
He is now she and I am now he
The worlds gone crazy its safe to say
But how on earth did it get this way?
Everyone wants to fight
Nobody wants to look to the light
AI in progress is being cheered
But when did an opinion become weird?
They lock you up now just for standing
Whilst others roam and climb a mountain
Whites vs browns is now the rhetoric
But its OK when your all wearing a Nike tick
We cheered them on, but it didn't come home
Instead this world is now all blown
Little girls lost their lives
Making bracelets for a concert in sight
They just wanted to dance, sing, laugh and play
But that was all taken away
AI in progress gets louder each time
But are we going to toe the line?
The problem is not just white vs colour
That should never have ever mattered
AI in progress is now here
But long gone are the crowds of cheers
AI in progress that is now life
AI in progress.....are you ready to fight?
AI touch up now in progress...
Be careful not to lose focus......
HOOK 1
She got bright eyes like the moonlight
Talking in my ear now you living in my mind
She grabbing on my hands and she put on her thighs
Swinging on her hips cause we dancing in the night
She said girls from the city, we like to have fun
Partying all night, I can see you and the sun
Touch up on my body, you know you can't get enough
She told I'm the man cause I became one
My fingers are blood red, but not bloody.
If adults were here they might be wondering; it looks like Kool-Aid.
Most probably from my handy burgundy hair dye touch up paint.
I spritz a bit of it on my part when I start to look like a red skunk.
Luckily I work with children who have not noticed that or my white streak.
Which makes me wonder why I even bother with it.
One Christmas day when a bald man called Ray,
Gave his femme fatale, a silk negligée.
She whispered, please close your eyes,
While I touch up, your surprise.
But his surprise was a hair piece toupee.
12 / 18 / 2021.
For the contest XMAS LIMERICK
Sponsor Andrea Dietrich.
The free form ceramic sculpture
made by my daughter
years ago toppled off the shelf
in a storm after a thunderous
lightning clap shook the house.
The sculpture was of four witches
peering over a cauldron brewing
a magical potion.
It was a very abstract piece.
Three of the witches, shaped as dragon
heads, had broken off at the neck.
Luckily the breaks were clean.
I was heart-broken.
it meant so much to me
not as bold and glorious piece of art,
but that it was made by her
and given to me.
I thought about a seamless hidden repair
using glue and touch-up paint,
which was certainly possible.
She would never know
I had carelessly let it fall and break.
But, I would always know I had
broken it and was ever deceived her.
I would have to live with the lie.
Instead I fixed the breaks with bold gold,
adding gold necklaces to all the witches.
To rejoin the three witch necks
which had broken off,
and one extra necklace to the one
that remained attached.
She forgave me and loved the bold gold repairs
which she said added something extra from me,
for me and her to share.
Sally found her hair was turning gray
Looking younger was what she did pray
Alas, hair kept graying
And her heart kept praying
Even though her mane was on display
She wasn’t too keen on the new hair dye
Still decided to give it a try
Weeks later, out came roots
Her hair was in cahoots
Glad she had a touch up to apply
Now that Sally has new hair color
Her hubby often gives a holler
He gets a brand new gal
One he likes to call pal
Because she doesn’t spend his last dollar
Your beauty rages with my feelings
Your beauty is the most compared to the structure of helix
With that one look I develop cravings
With that one hook I'm gazed as the master of cunnings
When you walk I see a flamingo
Your scent
So mending as that of Indigo
Your accent
So tempting as that of Mamacito
A top notch
Fine and fairly blended as a glass of a scotch
A shining Sword
Whenever you show up I crouch
With no make up
you are star
With no touch up
So hot as mars
You shine my nights brighter
My mornings softer
Alone I'm left wondering
Atone I start believing
The queen of all beauties
Your body is a beast
The she in all shees
I'm craving for that kiss
Whenso'er brisk breeze braces my mind, I hug her.
Whenso'er serene sunshine soothes my face, I hug her.
Whenso'er verdure verges into my veins, I hug her.
Whenso'er rufescence rouses my rose, I hug her.
Whenso'er romance plump up my bosom, I hug her.
Whenso'er passion permeates my pulse, I hug her.
Just now, breeze and sunshine recede, when to attend blossom? I keep wondering.
Just now, verdure and rufescence fade, how to touch up dream? I keep wondering.
Just now, romance and passion get stranded, whither to invoke salvation? I keep wondering.
Just keep wondering and keep wondering,
no longer could I hug her,
nor am I in the mood to hug.
Just wonder and wonder---wonder to wait, wait to worry, worry to wither.
Just wither and wither---hither and thither, thither and hither.
Art splashed upon naked walls
spilling life where water falls
dams shall break, setting free
a part of you, a part of me
Blues and reds and yellows blend
painting stories that'll never end
clouded magic becoming clear
inhibitions lain, drawing near
Blushed the light, furtive peeks
gentle strokes grace her cheeks
in vestal hands the palate pleads
crimson tincts that touch up needs
colored moments bleeding through
it's a part of me, it's a part of you
Could Be Clairvoyant
It could it be she is clairvoyant
Always knows how much will be spent
And best ways to make many friends
Will always follow latest trends
Touch up her hair using a tint.
Jim Horn
Dr Fatmir Terziu
An early form of prayer
spiritual strength,
a condition. Patches of land
underneath tasselled feet
become rhyming music;
thought, conscience, art;
in happiness, perdition, pain.
When they touch up there
hands, feet, bodies, minds
become one.
Albanian Valle, Ancient Valle!
This beautiful form of art
A bust on the tip of the forehead
ready to awaken the
timelessness at all times!
Note: Albanian Folk Dance
The sun touches the edge of the horizon
The sky lit by the moonlight
The stars scattered on the canvas up above
The silhouette of your face is all I see
I love you are the words whispered to me
Holding my face in his hands
His lips pressed against mine
With a slight slip of his tongue
He consumed me
His hands touch up and down the sides of my body
“You are my everything” he said
“I want to make you mine forever”
Breathless
Overwhelmed
Blissful
Dwelled inside of me
In my hands I grab his body
I pull him even closer to me
My fingers begin to roam about his masculinity
Passion flows throughout my body
It quivers at his touch
Finally the day is here
WARNING: The following poem is a figment of the author's imagination and deals with fictional characters.....WOMEN! ;) (THIS IS FOR FUN, GIRLS, SO DON'T GO AND GET ALL HUFFY AND PUFFY ON ME!)
Fickle Fickle - For Every Man in a Pickle
Fickle fickle…. Broads are fickle
Get a man into a pickle
Sweet talk sweet talk…. Yes they tickle
Treat us lower than a nickle
Chat up chat up does belie
Gives us bites of ego pie
Flirty flirty… grows the storm
Disappears like the norm
Riding riding is her wave
Naughty naughty to her grave
Touch up touch up where she can
Making sure that he’s a man
Swish and sway, what a sight
Thinking she is dynamite
Tries to see how far he’ll go
Gets to third base, she says no
Fickle fickle, fizzle…. Strop
Mess with me, I’ll make you stop.
In Response to Auntie Eileen Ghali
For her Fickle Fickle poem
love's rendered shroud shrinks
remodeled character lurks
cover girl touch up
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