what’s there to see
is worth seeing —
and the journey
Tag: Beauty
beauty is its own excuse
in jeweled
patterns, colors all,
a stopping place for druther —
for beauty is its own excuse,
it really needs
no other
To share is human:
in brief perfections
in brief perfections
life glowing on the instant
erupts in madness
© Subbotina | Dreamstime.com – Beauty Portrait Photo
To share is human:
Beauty / Always
There is a beauty doesn’t fade,
It’s always there for sharing;
The heart that clothes itself in love
And radiates its caring
But there’s a secret rarely said,
Though out there for believing:
Love wears a chain around its neck
From each and every grieving
It tries to lift from off the backs
From those it loves, as duty —
For strong indeed are those who live
A life of love
And beauty
To share is human:
Valerie Summerville
Valerie Summerville lives up the hill –
Go by the river, then turn at the mill –
Look for the trailer withs roses outside
At Number 16, Crosspoint Forest
Valerie’s beautiful, friendly and smart –
Everyone here knows she’s got a big heart –
She goes to church of a Sunday, at nine
And works everyday as a florist
Valerie Summerville, loved and admired –
Dated some men here, but then, came unwired;
Realized she’s good if she’s never a bride,
And just went about being merry
Valerie’s heart is for no one, it seems
Even for those of us hiding our dreams;
But, like herself, I guess I will be fine —
My secret’s not
Tough to carry
To share is human:
beauty rules
She used to look and only see
A list of imperfections:
As though we were assembled, all,
From one set of directions
But she’s learned “image” is a game
That’s made for knaves and fools:
If you don’t want to join their club,
You needn’t mind their rules
For she is beautiful inside,
And so outside, she shows it —
There’s no perfection quite like hers,
And now, at last,
She knows it
no halfway measures:
love built on respect, or else
you can hit the road
In memories of words and ugly looks,
The pain still cuts her to the very bone:
The lonely hours with her many books
While staring at a useless, silent phone
The ‘now’ is so much better than the ‘then’,
But memories – they will come back again –
The cruel daily comments that would pass
With sneers in locker halls between each class
And while she always did have real, true, friends,
They were a very small minority;
A miniscule ad hoc sorority
Of other misfits, outcast odds and ends
They fought for their ideals, outside the norm:
The real cool kids, who never did conform
To share is human:
Katya (2)
She is an honest model in
That world of vain display –
Made up to pose for pictures
Off in Paris or Calais
She’s treated like a cufflink
By the men she sometimes dates;
Rich guys who she makes look good
Like their Benz’s or estates
She wants real love and passion,
Not to be some work of art:
My fear is that she’ll settle
For all money and no heart
Because she think that’s normal
For the people in her biz;
She’s trapped inside the limits
Of who she’s long thought
She is
To share is human:
