Facial expressions
carrying the first dreams
that have never
known the word impossible
Dreams sparkling
with tomorrow's victory dances,
belly laughs,
pure joy that multiplies
with every heartbeat!
Facial expression
A separate art marvel
In a human form.
All emotions
Boldly written
On every face.
You can talk using
By your eyes; you can point a
Way using your lips.
I have finally grown a goatee
Keep it trimmed and neat as can be
Though some say it definitely isn’t me,
I think it suits me to a tee.
I tried for years to grow a beard
It always turned out just as I feared
Sparse, scraggly, needing to be sheared
All my friends resoundingly jeered.
Some think I’m hiding, in disguise
I think my goatee makes me look wise
It’s trimmed to just the right size
Covering neither my eyes nor thighs.
My goatee is particularly efficient
At catching crumbs, it’s very proficient
My bare upper lip seems sadly deficient
For me, the goatee is certainly sufficient.
Written December 3, 2022
F aces
R uined
O ver
W orrying
N ews
S ad
C ases
O f
W icked
L ies
S miles
M oments
I n
L ife
E xpressed
even though you keep
your lips closed you're
speaking for me but it's
not some sort of trickery
or witchery but from
where i'm sitting
on your knee
some sort of
slight of hand
but your fingers
tickle my test
results that
i've always
known that
it's naturally
enlarged so
no harm no
foul while
i'm still your
dummy and
after the act
you will ex
actly put
me back
in the case
you keep
locked
so all my talking
stays blocked but
some day a
curious one
who seeks
to peek and
possibly
hear a
some
what
whisper
from your
or my trunk
but won't
make out
clearly me
other then
reading
what to order
from a chinese
menu for you're
and always will
be my ventril
oquist for the
thoughts i
think aren't
original
Facial Hair
A Haiku
By: Tom
1-16-2020
Facially hirsute,
Wife did give her man the boot;
She thought his point moot.
”You Can Become Dreamy In A Spa”
(by Rainbow ?? Promise)
Soft Erie-like musical strains -
Guitars, flutes, banjos, violins
Float in the Air with rhythmic flare.
With rhythmic flare you lay bare,
Soft lights, candle lit, flicker there,
As Erie-like strains drone on.
As Erie-like strains drone on
Facial being done, masques run
Dripping, nostrils squeezing, squeeze.
Nostrils squeezed, can you breathe?
Hot chemical-filled towel like a wreath
Placed in triangular form, chin to nose
Triangular form chin to nose
Droning, Recurring soft music you pose,
in solitaire,
O, a Spa can be Erie like a Morgue!
We scream our truth
without a voice
It is in our cheeks
as they pulse in and out
while we are trying to compose our anger
so we do not hurt ourselves or others
We scream our truth
without words
It is in our eyes
when we see injustice
and we want to run and save
but we know it is not our place,
and we might do more damage than good
We scream our thoughts
in our eyes
Without making a sound
When we see the bullies
getting away with things we never thought they could
Rising through the ranks, becoming our children's heroes
Our arms are crossed and our feet are stamping mad.
Her Facial Expression
Her facial expression seemed so sincere,
Even though his soul is no longer here;
When met;
Never forget;
Memories of him are still close and near.
Jim Horn
For Marjory Wentworth regarding her friend
Muhizidin d'Bhana
Sometimes you really need to add notes
to explain your poem and its meaning.
F-acial
E-xpression
L-ets
Y-our
A-ura
B-e
A-mazing
S-o
T-he
I-mpressive
L-ovely
L-ook
A-dvances
S-weeness
Topic: Birthday of Fely C. Abastillas (August 11)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
I wish that a plague of facial blindness would infect all of our global nations,
so I could watch all the narcissistic celebrities and self serving politicians,
sink into a deep pathetic depression,
knowing that nobody recognizes them,..
... not one.
facial cure
ode to me
mister i cant
breathe
lasso
ing
the
breeze
facial cure
?
What am I? Her mind wonders when she looks at herself in the mirror accounting on why God created her this way. She looks at her reflection and all she can see is pain inside of her.
Her mind left confused when people never notice that she is around. She stands there waiting to be noticed, she stands there waiting to be approved by everyone around her.
Her mind shifts away when they start calling her names when they start expressing how ugly she is. She stands there thoughtless and unwanted by everyone. She has rejected herself.
She looks into her soul and all she can see is hurt. She reaches for her heart only to find out that they’ve broken her heart into little pieces.
She looks at her naked face trying to understand why she is different.
What am I? She asks herself trying understand why her mother tells her she is beautiful but yet other people are saying the complete opposite.
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