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Still Crazy Dec 7
~For Pradip~
who reminded me:
We are all God’s Trial & Errors


tender is the tendency,
so finitely human,
infinitely foolish,
to overlook the
obvious,
let us not delve into our
particular peculiar idiosyncratic knots
in our hair and personalities,
all natural,
inherited or ill begotten
in voyages to far away,
like our childhood

Thus,
we are all mistakes of a sort


with natural fault lines,
accumulated dings, scapes, bruises,
furrowed crinkles that took us
years to perfect

We are flawed like diamonds,
valued by these natural flaws
by graders with loups who uncover
our flaunts, our clear air bubbles,
the more flaws the better,
because these attributes make us
most interesting!

you may be blonde,
you may be exotic
perhaps a lovely shade of
iridescence,

but lucky you whose scars speak
out and others wonder why,
they are so interesting

let us design a large animal,
seemingly ungainly, yet keystone to
their environment, so others may
profit thereby,
yet insanely quick on lumbering feet,
no hands, fingers, but a long snakey thinge
that multiple functions  for
breathing, drinking, feeding grabbing, smelling and
trumpeting their presence
to foolish beings in their neighborhood

let’s us not debate
whose design is
an efficacy par excellence

so we be
ungainly, too tall, too
this or that,
even too flawless,
a specialized curse of sorts,
we are the product of
a sophisticated design laboratory
that makes many models,
each variegated, always different

so get down on your knees *******,
and praise the design engineers
who created you to be
full of
& by elephantine trials and elephantine errors,
thereby making
us each,
a special pronoun,
an I
blessed
by definition:
though not in any dictionary:
unique,
flawless!


^you are the most
flawless poem
you have ever written
and will ever ever
write
thank you Senor Pradip

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4727383/elephants-spring-to-mind/
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Elephants are keystone species that play a critical role in seed dispersal, providing nourishment, water, and suitable habitat for all other plants and animal communities in the ecosystem. They are also known as 'ecosystem engineers' as they push over trees to maintain savanna ecosystems, excavate waterholes and fertilise land, which helps other animals thrive.
Loke Houbo Nov 20
My boat is broken
So it's frozen still
My boat is broken
So it only floats
My boat is broken
So I only catch fish here

My bait is cheap
So I just toss a net
My bait is cheap
So I just toss a bet
My bait is cheap
So I just throw myself at them

My net is flawed
So I strangle my prey
My net is flawed
So I let every soul away
My net is flawed
So I never catch one bit

I shiver
As I'm starving

I shiver
As I'm a bad fisherman

I shiver
As I'm cowardice

I shiver
As I'm so very afraid

I shiver
As eyes meet my affection

I shiver
As I ask them in curiosity

I shiver
As I face their Rejection
A flaw in my person based on fear.
The fear of showing interest in people.
The fear of people seeing my curiousity in a person.
In other words my Crippling fear of Rejection.
Bekah Sep 7
You’ll fall out of love
When you notice my flaws
And one day you’ll wonder
How you ever loved me at all
Bekah Halle Aug 13
I am so irrevocably flawed,
That it should lead me to depression!
Perfection and not feeling worthy,
or good enough are like shards
Of broken glass, causing pain where gnawed.
But I'm reminded, of what beauty,
and reclaimed brokenness are; kintsugi,
And cry out more freely: I am flawed!
And how happier that makes me.
Jeremy Betts May 1
Am I guilty?
Probably
We all are aren't we?
Literally everybody?
A rarely talked about reality
But a reality none the less surely
Find it in every living things history
Trying to hide it is silly
It's no mystery
It's humanity
A flawed design set free
It comes with the territory
But the what for,
Now that's a bit beyond me,
Maybe
If I'm forced to go by what I see,
It's exactly
What y'all do too actually
But how can that be?
If you would please,
Explain it to me
And do it slowly

©2024
jǫrð Apr 2021
I was transfixed by
That wandering eye, a spec
In a cup of milk
The History: That one thing about someone that absolutely stands out, good or bad.
Chris Chaffin Jan 2021
Him
I am small like a child,
wet face pressed
against a massive chest.

His arms crush me gently,
wrap me in a shroud
of sinew and bone

as the smell of bourbon
and musk fills my nostrils.
His breath feathers lightly

across the top of my head;
reassuring whispers
tickle my spine

and tell me
I am not wicked,
I am not a useless, hopeless thing.

I am perfect and flawed.
I am loved.
It is enough.
Krizel Grace Nov 2020
She's written with crimson red blood,
Unceasingly flowing
From her invisible cuts.

Dressed with carefully picked enthralling wordsー
Seemingly fitting, seemingly perfect
But as you read between the lines,
You'll be wrapped with her gloomy wilting vines.

She could either be a riddle
And leave you bewildered,
Or she could be an answer
And shed light upon you.

For she's a sad poem
But beautifully written.

©kg
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