#glamorous
Beauty is her name.
She is glamorous,
exquisite, and vain.
She is full of fame.
She is famous and unique
because of her good looks, but
is that really important?
It took a lot for her to become
the way she is now,
people look upon her, and
expressions show as WOW!!!,
she is a beautiful woman
inside and out, but the real
true reasoning is, what
is she really about??
Yeah, we see you.
You sparkle like a star, but
if you Sparkle dulls,
then that's when we see
who you really are!!!
They say that Beauty is
in the Eyes of the Beholder,
What is considered beautiful
to one may not be so to another!!!
B.R.
Date: 07/26/2023
Aug 20, 2024
Aug 20, 2024 at 2:08 PM UTC
When I think back now to when I was little (to when I was young)
The words "I love you" I don't think were ever spoken, not in our house anyway (now I could be wrong)
It would have been something silly to say
That was something you'd only hear in a Hollywood movie
Between glamorous movie stars, glamorous people
It wasn't part of our reality
If you were feeling anxious about something and needed comforting
You'd be told not to worry, that you were being silly
You'd be given a hug maybe or 'a treat' something nice
Usually something sweet, a biscuit and a hot cup of sugary tea or cocoa
A chocolate sweet if there were any
You'd be allowed to stay up late and watch the late shows on TV
Me! I was always a terrible worrier just like my Mom
Food most often was the comforter, the soother, the remedy to all
(Some say our relationship with food is the closest relationship we ever have in Life).
Yea! I don't think the words "I love you" were spoken where we grew up
Our parents they loved us as best they could
But they didn't have the words, the words to say it
It was strange...it was almost like they were forbidden to.
Of course, you could love your neighbor alright and your neighbor's neighbor
And your neighbor's neighbors neighbor's neighbor
And all the feckin' neighbors in the whole feckin' world
But the one thing you couldn't, you mustn't do
Was love yourself, this was the Big No No, the Big taboo, the Great Evil
It was the one thing you must never do,
And every Sunday at church, the priest way up on his pulpit
He'd never tire of telling us
How evil and selfish and bad the Self was
And all the bad things it got up to
Yea, your neighbor was always better than you were
Put your neighbor above yourself always
Love your neighbor and you'd be alright
That was the message loud and clear.
2
So, so we got treats instead of words of love when we were little
On Friday nights when Dad would come home from work and the pub
He'd always have with him lovely Apple Turnover buns
And a bag of crisps for each of us
And so, we'd all sit there together in the evening in front of the telly
After the maelstrom of the school week with its lessons and scary teacher
Trying so hard to understand and get your homework done,
And despite all we'd laugh and enjoy the TV shows
And this... this was Love, us all just sitting there with our buns and munching our crisps just watching the TV together
Knowing we belonged and that we were loved kind of...as best they could
And that we had a couple of days off, days of freedom
Before we'd have to go back to school again,
It didn't get any better than this.
And when we'd be going down the country to see our Uncle John
My Dad would always stop off to visit a pub
And he'd get us a Club orange and a packet of crisps
It couldn't get any better than this... this was Love
The lovely sweet taste of that fizzy Club orange juice
And those wonderful salty cheese and onion flavoured (potato) crisps or maybe salt and vinegar flavour
Or later on, lovely smokey bacon flavour,
As we'd sit there Dad would be talking to the barman or some of the locals
But we didn't care what was being said, it didn't matter to us
It didn't get any better than this
This was heaven... this was Bliss.
Sometimes during the summer months before we could get summer jobs
Maybe it'd be raining outside and we'd be stuck indoors and bored
But then Mum would up and say "I know I'll make some chips"
Now Mum's chips were really something special, they'd be lovely big chunky potato chips, hand cut
And maybe she'd have beans in tomato sauce with them,
And maybe there'd be a good film on in the afternoon
Well, this was it, nothing could top that, a good film and a plate of Mum's big chunky chips and beans
Sometimes she'd even make these lovely mince beef pies
With minced beef and flour and onions, salt and pepper on them
And they were really something else
It couldn't get any better than this... and this... this was Love
(I can still remember the kind of meals we ate
And my Mum in the kitchen, and my Dad).
3
It's how people grow up in the end I suppose
They find someone inspiring, some teacher or book that makes a strong impression on them (if their lucky)
Or a partner who broadens their horizons, makes them question things and expands their vision of life and all its wondrous possibilities
But what if you don't find those good books, those inspiring teachers
Those voices that'd offer you a better vision of tomorrow and what this life could be
What if you only found bad books, bad books purporting to be good
That'd rob you and leave you lost and desolate, fearful and confused
What if some of your teachers turned out to be alcoholics
That some even done away with themselves
What if the people you met were even more lost than you were yourself...
And you'd go to a job interview and the man, he'd look at you and say
"So, what are your aspirations in Life, what are your values, your goals, where do you see yourself a few years from now ?"
And you'd look back at him blankly, Aspirations! Values! Goals!
What are these words, what's he talking about...
What am I looking for in Life ?
To have some fun I suppose...maybe (if having fun was still legal now as an adult)
Fun!!! Whatever that was now ?
Or to get drunk and stay drunk, escape this grim world I'm in somehow
What am I looking for ?
You tell me...I don't know, what is there
For all I knew I may as well have said
"A Club orange and a packet of crisps".
4
Now the faces they have all faded away, the voices too, have all gone
There's only me here alone in this room
It's Friday evening and I've got a readymade dinner from the supermarket
Just need to pop it in the oven for a few minutes
And I got a Dvd from the Dvd store,
So I sit there and eat my dinner, I savour every bite
But still it doesn't last very long
And I can lick my plate but it doesn't make any difference
I can lick it all I like
But I can't make it last, and I can't bring them back again
Those people that are gone;
And the food, it doesn't taste the same, doesn't taste as good as it tasted back then
And the movies too, their not like the ones we used to watch...
When I die it'll probably be like that movie Citizen Kane, at the end his last words "Rosebud"
The name of his beloved childhood sleigh
He used slide on in the snow,
I'll say on my death bed "I too have a memory of Love and Joy, Yea!
A Club orange and a packet of crisps".
Aug 16, 2021
Aug 16, 2021 at 12:07 PM UTC
❀
the flowers also shed its leaves
the rich also trust no one,
always looking out for their money
the fame of celebrities
also melt down like ice cream
the jewels also become yellow
when worn continuously
the sun also cannot always
look down on us
the clown does not always smile
the bird also cannot always make sounds
the youth also will ******* one day like paper
glamorous lights also cannot shine without electricity
my amazing dad also gets wide eyed
when he sees his own ID card
the scorching fire also turns to dust
when it’s out
glamorous things like peacocks,
like its glamorous wings open and close
Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 3:17 AM UTC
Gold rings on slim fingers
Long eyelashes batting, bright
Amounting to the moment, no value when the night runs
Men laughing, their eyes full of unbridled lust
Only the tinkling of glasses, carried on a breeze
Rushing champagne from a bottle, embossed with the best label
Outrageous fashions, the fabric thin enough to rip
Under twinkling stars, the players move on
Snakes all of them, their fangs shining in the light.
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 1:12 PM UTC
I'm a commodity
most cannot afford
every piece of me
is expensive
my eyelashes,
draped in gold
my teeth,
molded of pearl
my heart,
cut from ruby
my hands,
spun into silk
my hair,
a waterfall of bronze
every step I take is glamorous, elegant, enchanting
beauty was born
into me
Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 2:39 AM UTC
*pretty women around the world
when they see me, they smirk
and some shake their head
and say, **"who is that girl,
who is that beautiful girl?"**
some even roll their eyes
and say my ego is huge
and i need to be brought
down to size
i laugh at them and say
"I don't wear any rouge"
whenever i sashay into a room
I flip my hair, give a big smile
and strike a pose
And all the sweet honeybees,
every last one
fall down on their knees
and offer me a red rose
some even beg and plead
"marry me please"
and some give a loud whistle
just to capture my attention
and all of them in unison
exclaim with an excited smile
"wow! you rock!"
yes, glamor girl, that's me
for every last honeybee
many kisses I blow
and I give them a special wink
and whisper, "yes, I know"
xoxo*
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 4:35 PM UTC
Love is glamorous ,
Love is alluring,
Love is beautiful,
Love is attractive,
Love is elegant,
Love is stylish,
Love is charming,
Love is charismatic,
Love is fascinating,
Love is intriguing,
Love is enchanting,
Love is irresistible,
Love is seductive,
Love is lovely.
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 3:26 AM UTC
As a young man,
I was always obsessed
By melancholy.
I saw deep sadness,
The quality
That so tormented my heroes,
Such as Arthur Rimbaud,
And Montgomery Clift,
As glamorous and romantic,
But it’s not…
It’s not remotely romantic,
When you yourself are adrift,
And weighed down,
By a multitude of woes.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 3:59 AM UTC
"you throw like a girl"
"you run like a girl"
i'm not belittled nor ashamed by this comment
as it show us that men and boys will repent
i am not implying that girls and women do not diminish theirself
but I am telling you we will fight in good and bad health
do you know what G. I.R.L stands for?
g is for Glamorous, I is for intelligent, r is for respected and l is for lifeform
so if I throw like a girl I'm honored and so should you.
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 4:45 PM UTC
I want to be a place you call 'home'
Do you know what's the meaning of 'home' itself?
Home is a place you always keep coming back, no matter how far you could go
Home is a place you always gonna miss, no matter how messy it could get
with its imperfections
with its messiness
And I don't want to be a five-starred hotel-or a mall, for you
with its perfections
with its glamorous
with its beauty
But you can always leave them, anytime you want
Because it's just a place you passed by,
just a place you enjoy, you look at,
for short periods of time,
then you leave it behind
I want to be a home, for you
with my own imperfections,
with my own messiness,
Because I want you to keep coming back to me, no matter how far you could go
And you'll always gonna miss me,
because I'm your home.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 9:43 AM UTC
I can barely make her laugh
I am rarely the reason behind that glamorous smile
But that is okay
As long as she's laughing and smiling
That is enough
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 10:04 AM UTC
You died too young
Your angels' voice
Your deep deep sorrow
Don't you know how I need you?
You left too soon
Your wicked heart
Yourdrunk drunk love
Don't you know how I need you?
You are from the black gold era
Black is for your melancholy
Gold is for your inexpressible soul
You said goodbye too young
Your golden tears in the paradise
Your rousing heartbreak
Don't you know how I need you?
You passed away too soon
Your mysterious disappearance
Your breathless dream brother
Don't you know how I need you?
You are from the black gold era
Black is for your melancholy
Gold is for your inexpressible soul
You fell asleep too young
Your American breath
Your rootless trailer trash
Don't you know how I need you?
You gone to glory too soon
Your curly dark hair
Your heavenly muse
Don't you know how I need you?
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 6:01 AM UTC