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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
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Aug 20, 2024
Aug 20, 2024 at 2:08 PM UTC
Beauty is in the Eyes of the Beholder
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".
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Aug 16, 2021
Aug 16, 2021 at 12:07 PM UTC
A Club orange and a packet of crisps
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".
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❀ 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
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Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 3:17 AM UTC
peacock
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.
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Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 1:12 PM UTC
Stars
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
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Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 2:39 AM UTC
expensive
*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*
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Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 4:35 PM UTC
Glamorous, That's Me
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.
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Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 3:26 AM UTC
Love is Lovely
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.
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Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 3:59 AM UTC
A Multitude of Woes
"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.
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Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 4:45 PM UTC
G.I.R.L
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.
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Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 9:43 AM UTC
Home
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
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Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 10:04 AM UTC
That's enough for me
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?
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Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 6:01 AM UTC
Black Gold