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Perfect Not Vain

How lucky can one man be
To be as good looking as I am
Handsome and with muscles
I must be the perfect man

I cant believe how great I am
Fantastic in every way
I know you must be jealous
Dont blame me for being great

It's hard to be who I am
With this brain as sharp as mine
When you think about what I have
You'll wish you could have my life

Dont hate yourself for not being me
It's a curse to look this good
Each morning just when I wake up
I must admire my own good looks

I see myself in the mirror
And think what a gorgeous man
How can I be so **** cute
And stay as humble as I am

Now I wont sign this poem
For that would be just vain
Plus it could be that I'm dreaming
And I really need to wake

Carl Joseph Roberts
Carl Joesph Roberts
Carl Joseph Roberts
Carl Joseph Roberts
LOL
Its my dream, I can see myself however I want. I choose to see the perfect man that I am..lol
 Apr 2014 poetrygod
Curtis
Time
 Apr 2014 poetrygod
Curtis
Time is a concept
We each perceive
It may be twelve
But what is it really?

Is it the aging of things
And the death of youth
Or the sounds of spring
The smell of winters beginning?

Or maybe currency
Across time
Across the sea
Always the same
In any city
Percieve it as such
Now tell me my friend
What have you bought?

I bought some work
To maintain current life
I bought guitar
The beauty of music
I bought a gaze at the stars
And many good flicks

Now I've bought this poem
At a worthy price
Now you've bought it too
The art it's been
I hope it was worth it
~Thank you im very appreciative!~
Time, use it to progress, use it for good, use it to share, use it how you want to
 Apr 2014 poetrygod
Curtis
Hel(lo)p
 Apr 2014 poetrygod
Curtis
Hello followers
How are you
I'm not well i must admit
If your here or there
Its good you care
Always care
Take it
Take it everywhere
 Apr 2014 poetrygod
Curtis
Someone had asked
Hello, what does it mean
I think i have found
I think i have finally seen
What hello actually means
Its more of a question
Than a greeting
It asking for a hand
A hand to help guide
And move you along
Its the bridge of language
From me to you
Hello
Do you choose to cross the bridge i have made new?
 Apr 2014 poetrygod
Curtis
Blind
 Apr 2014 poetrygod
Curtis
Why is it that i cannot see
It is obviously the choice of me
I need to push forward
And let come what will be
But i simply cannot see
My heads to the ground
As i wear such a frown
But i not need
I not need a frown to bind me
I need only me
And positivity
 Apr 2014 poetrygod
Curtis
Sleep
 Apr 2014 poetrygod
Curtis
Sleep come to thee
Take me away and whisper
Come with me

A place not so far
With rivers and forests
Crystal clear
A place where i have no scars

Clarity come to thee
Why cannot i see
I need to set myself free
While I'm awake in reality
 Apr 2014 poetrygod
Curtis
Home
 Apr 2014 poetrygod
Curtis
In this world
I have a home
A home with bed
With food
With wine
Without serenity

But i have another
With friends
To keep me company
And trees to cover me
Life all around
My sorrow not be found
Natures care
Is always there
The Peppered Pickle Clown
(Peppered Pickle Day)

This is a story you may not know
And it's banned in pickle town
It's about a peppered pickle
That became a circus clown

He started out his short life
Looking through a stained glass jar
Watching his sweet pickled brother
Become a kosher star

Although his peppered pickled life was sweet
This peppered pickle wanted more
He would join the circus as a clown
And be a smash that fans adored

At first it started slowly
No fans would call his name
But a peppered pickle as a clown
Well thats funny just the same

As time went on he made them laugh
They started yelling for him more
Then a show was given just to him
And a peppered pickle day was born

All the fans they ordered pickles
On peppered pickles they would gorge
Then one day there came a time
When peppered pickles they ran short

The peppered pickle clown knew right then
That it was time to make his mark
So he made a deal with Vlasic corp.
To put peppered pickles in their jars

Well Vlasic corp. invited him
To come take a private tour
They said that he would relish it
And be a cut up in the stores

They put the peppered pickle clown
In a clown chair and tied him down
They said it was for safety
As the belt showed him all around

The belt went slow when starting out
Picked up speed as it went along
The peppered pickle clown was sliced and diced
Vlasic didn't clown around

So remember the peppered pickle clown
When you shop at your home store
He gave his life for stardom
And thats why you now pay more

Today is peppered pickle day
And should be known the world around
Made famous by a sweet delight
The peppered pickle clown

Carl J. Roberts
I know, I Know this is no where near my normal. No life lesson, memory from the past or make you cry poem. These past several weeks I have written those touching heart felt poems and well I just needed a break. So if you were looking for a life lesson today just shake your head and say, Joe, Joe, Joe..Really, Really. ..lol
 Apr 2014 poetrygod
stillleagal
What if angels had tails, and demons had halos?
What if ponds were deep, and oceans were shallow?
What if the sky was green, and the ocean was blue?
What if i was in love with you?
 Mar 2014 poetrygod
Jack Forrest
Before you judge me, Let me tell you my life story
I sure hope its not boring


In middle school
i was the little fool
getting beat up in the bathroom for being to critical
What, you think my remarks are too cynical
Hey squidward tentacles, you got a big nose, want me to break it
no you must be mistaken
so they beat me up and striped me naked, and left me shaking
thank god they left my clothes in the next stall
woulda been pretty awkward walking **** in the hall
But this was just the fall, haven't mentioned winter or spring at all

So from sixth to eighth grade you could see the bruises on my face
from where those jerks tried to tell me that that was their place

one day in art class i was painting on the paper
when some guy sitting behind me shot me with a stapler
Now if my mind had been stabler I woulda let it slide
but i was crazy back then so i tried to fight
punched em in the head, he musta been high
cuz he didn't flinch at all not a single inch
he grabbed me by my hair and threw me down
started punching me in the face like a ticked off Chris Brown
Now there is nothing you can do to wipe off this frown
Ive been a sociopath ever since that day
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