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Michael Lowe Poem
Barely seconds into something, already hooked.
Why question anything if you know your stuff?
You know best that it’s easy to be overlooked,
Especially when you’re a diamond in the rough.
Undiscovered diamonds are beautiful no less,
Though nobody looks, for it seems a time waste,
It didn’t catch the eye, the moment won’t press,
Still there sits a wonderful creation, ever chaste.
Seemingly distant, yet inside shines with allure,
If not an established masterpiece it is known,
The unfamiliar treasure has naught to reassure,
The hallucination of becoming a precious stone.
All the treasured pieces and items universally,
Either tell a great tale, or will fetch a fine price.
The wallflower diamond untold commercially,
And without a story, could be mistaken for ice.
Copyright © Michael Lowe | Year Posted 2016
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Michael Lowe Poem
Is there any kind of person who is perfect, an example?
Someone that helps every single day should be ample,
Although could even that one be considered perfect?
People aren't perfect, so that's what you would expect.
Status and position, you can be born into it, or find it,
The appearance you have doesn't matter, don't mind it,
Or else you'll find yourself in a precarious predicament.
Knowing what to do is starting to become omnipotent
With professors, doctors, priests, soldiers, and bankers.
Because they have their skin emblazoned with anchors,
Anchors to the soul, body and mind, or the literal form.
Fact is, people have to hide their anchors, it's 'the norm'.
Lets say a qualified person is reconstructing your heart,
Would you really care if their skin were covered in art?
What about serving in the war, rolling up their sleeves,
To reveal more sleeves, and everyone tattooed leaves.
Copyright © Michael Lowe | Year Posted 2016
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Michael Lowe Poem
See here's the thing with poetry
There is no higher or lower key
There's no shading or blending
I like to think it's just pretending
Like you know what you're doing
Through the cheers and the booing
If you're like me and words are tools
Then you write regardless of the fools
You could do it for yourself or not
It doesn't matter just leave the pot
Unstirred no need to start fights
Mouthfuls just make harder bites
Think through your obvious talents
And simply find a gentle balance
Of course you can try something new
If you want that is, you don't have to
Copyright © Michael Lowe | Year Posted 2015
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Michael Lowe Poem
Reflecting off the surface of water,
It allows us to see bricks and mortar,
It gives us colour for our escapade,
Shining through and gives us shade.
Melts the ice and makes water drip,
Makes a beautiful sunset on a trip.
Instead of leaving us out to roam,
Sometimes it can guide us home.
The absence brings forth pitch black.
Beauty in front and void at the back.
Shows us the sharpness of the knife,
Fragments of rays forming our life.
Better than the punchline of any joke,
Presiding over embers and smoke.
Beaming through the rain and snow,
It started our lives, it'll end our show.
Copyright © Michael Lowe | Year Posted 2015
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