"facelift" poems
Going left a smile
green* bluesy* drift___
Getting out of debt
The heartedly so flowery
rosy ring around
Gifted box
Valentine Rosy
I box heads over
puppy tails
cozy firey
Love diary doing the
Cutesy
Bow Wow parade
Those red hot lips
cascades
she's... the... lie...
The hue (Anchor- Blue)
Gotcha "Eyes Baby blue
Clue"
To cross my red heart
And hope not to die
The Lady's
finger (Godiva)
I-spy finger*
Heartless Diva
The fork of the road
Lies of the
dead ringer
He points his finger
Face to two face
facelift?
Boom-Boom___
a car crash just a dash
Her beats and hearts
What a crush to her
___left
Tell me sweet lies
I box gift
Oh! Yes you're___ right
Like the scoundrel
The damsel in distress
sweet morsel
I sir box like spots spread
Like the (Chickenpox)
Hearing lies tons of
squirrels
Like Botox Plastic
Rascals
I-box ties
Hallmark, I love you lies
Superman Clark
Outfoxed the ballpark
Little lies blue
big shark
Smartphone I Sir bark
Red Valentine love walk
People are the luckiest
I- wish
Close your eyes sweet lies
Sweet I-Box in Trio
CEO Watching "TV FIO"
Podcast little lies turn
into big lies
Ballot Political list
Romantic cutout card lies
Tell me, Little Lies he trips
Electric lips music chair
Open eyes full shut lips
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 8:35 AM UTC
Gilded cage so small and tiny
Even singing comes out whiny
Stinking of fake fresh and piney
Tis the season
Leaking water warm and briny
With good reason
Christmas cheer and glasses toast
Loved ones smile and laugh and boast
I sit perched upon my post
A tinsled column
Invisible reluctant host
A heart that's solemn
A longing for a love so distant
The melancholy is persistent
A smile could erase it in an instant
On a face cherubic
For my heart is not resistent
It's theraputic
So that smile that is perfection
Is mirrored in my own reflection
Without a thought about rejection
Hallucinations
About the subtlest inflection
In Salutations
Surrounded by the merrily intense
With drunkard tendencies immense
A bar with all accoutrements
They pound tequila
Drinking away the sacraments
Oh yes, I feel ya
Merry time with old Kris Kringle
Guests all lubed enough to mingle
Mistletoe hangs and sleigh bells jingle
Gifts homemade
Tables adourned and glasses tingle
Gold brocade
Still I sit all caged and flightless
Blind to joy all sad and sightless
Drink could make it hurt a mite less
I'm going backward
Laying here all limp and lifeless
Broke and fractured
Surrounded by the fake and vexing
Artificial and quite perplexing
Reality they are rejecting
The devil may care
Bellies bare and muscles flexing
Lost underwear
So ******* dancing to the jukebox
Lost alone here in the boondocks
There is no snow upon the rooftops
Ahead they forge
Find a room before that thing pops
It's so engorged
Neighbor ***** all dressed in orange
Wearing gold to make the poor cringe
Stripping time to fill her syringe
I'll be her hinderance
Still too drunk from her last binge
Faulty remembrance
Ridding riff raff from the party
People still drunk on Bacardi
Noxious gasses burp and farty
With toilets makeshift
Worn out makeup on the smarty
She needs a facelift
Time to let the people go
Too tired to keep watching the show
Drinking hard and walking slow
Verbose yet listless
Honey I don't want to know
It's not my business
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 11:22 AM UTC
I got the spoon of doom that I"ll smack you in the face with. **** pig, I ****** you up. You need a facelift.
Drift into another lane, cause I'm wasted. You can **** on my metaphorical sausage. Taste it!
Take that stick out of your *** and embrace it lass.
I'll smoke grass and drive like glass with expired tags. I'll snap an I-phone from my dashboard, to your face, while you crash. Score!
My dashing face will smile, all the while your life is flashing. Smashing!
No biggie. Take that piggy!
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 9:44 PM UTC
*yeah, let's compose the alphabet in music for each letter we try to sound like a wine bottle cork unplugged from vintage; it won't work, i known, but it might get a few skidding on gizmo go go, trying to democratise iran: try turning iran sunni first, you, you defrosted snowman worth a carrot and two chalk coal ******** writing: hardboiled into sight of believable. oh here comes a white man talking privy aloud with the rapper loosing breath, but keeping it up and replacing the pelvic hinges with easy, drool, rhymes; a kind of rubric tablature of scores for rodeo with alternative sounds to: moo, ow, ah, broomstick shoo, take the cow for a milking home from the dead bull dazzled into genesis on t.v.; or that other literati spectator sport of not reading but talking oneself into academic bibliography for an intro.*
the great thing about being an alcoholic...
you never quiet know
when you're drunk or hungover;
but it makes up for great twilight sunsets
pooh lonely; ah ooh smooch -
kisses a honey stick stuck to ****
in a hollywood crescendo of
paparazzi and applause;
and anorexia; and dyslexic oiling for a facelift:
that's called smiling i have you know -
enter michael jackson - hippie hip he;
if i die aged thirty, i'll be happy to have
been frisky twenty-nine into a thong.
*or, alt., tell ****** about the swimming pool and the tadpole kenyans sprinting into impregnated landownerships of priests: sounds like this: pst - herr führer - die schwimmin poolst erst niener jessy ovens geeignet. no one said that african buttocks couldn't bayou the ships ashore, but they did; what?! i'm not the 12" dangle! you keep up racism, i'll keep up mozart's austria; alt. please see how censoring adjectives in relation to objects gives you a false moral subjectivity that's only a matter of pleasantries.*
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 11:04 PM UTC
If you looked into a human face, you would see them slowly dying.
Hair turning grey, wrinkles etching deeper.
The body's shell frailer day by day.
A bag of dead and dying cells.
A body doomed to die.
A meat bag held together by bones,
frail, brittle, breakable bones, bone china skeleton.
You would also see a human trying to defy death's clock.
Botox, facelift, eye tuck, tummy tuck, implants.
Makeup and perfume to mask the stench of death.
Shame.
Why fight the inevitable?
Dying to look young.
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 8:04 AM UTC
FACE-IT
Fix- it
Don't -force- it
* * * * *
Show- it and embrace- it
Facing a timeless jade
Old show façade
Not a test or a grade
Is it old Holiday Parade?
Old show face privacy
Confidence meet bravery
Facelift grave yard shift
* * * *
Oldster-Hipster-once
A-Youngster-Crankier
Scrooge old geezer
* * *
Old City Mobster
Old show face
Gets riskier on the run
Once young gun
Serene but sassier
Getting up earlier
New show wiser
In the right place
Old show face*
Jun 23, 2023
Jun 23, 2023 at 9:04 AM UTC
#*To give their face a facelift
on the lip and around eyes
invented was lipstick
extracted from dyes.*
Ah a woman’s lips
have held for countless age
her mind’s secret tips
love, hatred, rage!
Her lips parted pursed
speak the subtlest lines
of a relation gone accursed
or one in glowing shines!
It’s not when lips do part
but when she’s tightlipped
the silence breaks man’s heart
the strongest one gets ripped!
But sure her puckered ones
they invite you to a bliss
sparkle like thousand suns
when land on you as kiss!
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 10:19 AM UTC
A mysterious reappearance on Facebook
has had me recently racing
In a jealous craze, Investigating
My replacement aka
This clown you're dating
I'll man up and admit it
You may have upgraded
Really hate to say it
but he seems amazing
Miserably considering goodbyes
blowing kisses and waving
We've lost our gravitation
You took off on a spaceship
I was too patient and complacent
Questioning every second I waited
Now it's inevitable
The effects left from depression
Can only be fixed with a facelift
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 1:56 PM UTC
There's just one thing I long to do to you.
My minds fed up;
Frustrated.
I want to give you a *******
Facelift!
Staring at yourself
have you ever seen-
Your face so beautiful?
Have you ever been replaced
While watching it all go down?
I can't erase you from my mind
I can't controll the way I feel
Your memory
Consumes me
Like the cancer that you are.
I can't erase-
Or turn back time.
I'm so ******* sick from this
DEPRAVITY
CONSUMES ME
time to **** this ******* *****
This times for real *****
Deep breath in!
Beauty...
It's only skin deep!
And so is my knife,
I'll erase you!
This times for real now
So let's begin!
Maybe it's always been me...
It's all in my mind,
I'll replace you.
REPLACE YOU!
IT'S ALL IN MY MIND [I'LL REPLACE YOU]
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 3:53 PM UTC
Okay!
I agree
the earth is in
dire need
scared and blemishes
from sea to sea
a major facelift
would set the earth free
from the likes
of you and me!
Save the whales
save the trees
bring back paradise
bring back the bees
okay
I agree!
Aug 30, 2021
Aug 30, 2021 at 7:56 AM UTC
She has not engaged a hand, cannot call that her thrift
It’s a delight doing it herself, to give her home a facelift.
Armed with brush and color, seizing time from her chores
She gets engrossed in the pastime, painting windows and doors.
It’s the festive season, she loves its smell in the air
I love the smell of fresh paint, her labor I don’t share.
She looks a dainty artist, colors on hands and face
Her eyes lit up in creative joy, beaming in happiness.
To partake in that graceful sight, when beside her I stand
She asks ‘why watch me idly and not lend a helping hand’!
Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 2:36 AM UTC
She didn't speak,
Just went on with her work
Of giving her home a facelift.
An ethereal urge filled me
To be near her, touch her a little
And add my hands to the touch up.
The air was rich with the aroma
Of the coming of the season of joy.
I knew something never grows old,
Never requires a word or even a look.
In silence we rained love on each other!
Aug 23, 2013
Aug 23, 2013 at 7:47 AM UTC
i've been thinking bout dying,
no resolve you'll comply with,
ain't no use to keep fightin,
never dreamed of you.
i spend time in my basement,
a downstairs mind with a facelift,
my body's here you're adjacent,
cannot see your view.
i met a girl in the city,
accepts me for who i am,
tongues like heaven while kissing,
we express our truth.
we would never suffice,
it's the same disease,
we're worlds apart
baby it's alright,
but our souls...
they gotta move on.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 10:45 PM UTC
After a cold grey winter
finally a beautiful warm sunny day
outside my window gazing
at all the beautiful people going for a walk
with their beautiful children
and beautiful dogs
and beautiful outfits
beautiful smiles
I got up to go out
and enjoy this beautiful day
opened my front door and a guard was there
he said get back inside sir
you are not allowed out
perplexed I asked why?
he replied, this is a beautiful day
its for beautiful people
you are Ugly sir
go inside and shut the door
I was a bit shocked
I guess new rules
So, I snuck out the back door
I wanted a coffee
at the coffee shop I walked in
the barista asked would you like a coffee or
a facelift?
What the hell?
she gave me a coffee and said go drink it outside
and put on a mask she yelled
no ugly people allowed in this shop sir
I was outside sipping my coffee, when
a beautiful blonde in high heels sauntered by
she glanced at me and screamed in shock
stumbled and fell through the coffee shop window
cutting her neck, bloods spurting everywhere
oh well I guess she is ugly too now
maybe not as much as me, but still
I have an electric car
no worries not a Tesla
even its a good one for Ugly people now
I just wanted away from the coffee shop fast
less I get blamed for her death
the car door refused to open
I tried all the commands, nothing worked
the Cars voice system, said get in the trunk
I no long allow Ugly people in my seats
what choice did I have?
ugly has no choice I guess
in I got
feeling sad I decided to go the local cemetery
through the back seat hole I gave new directions
the car scoffed but off we went
the graveyard is always quiet and soothing
not this time
the earth seemed to shake a little
whispers heard all over
Hope thy don't bury him here!
He sure is ugly, we are more beautiful than that
wonder if it was a bus or truck that hit him
more and more these whispers I heard
even Ugly has ears
I ran back to the car
back in the trunk Ugly
I now had to sneak back into my house
in the backyard again I spotted a beautiful bunny
it stared at me with a frown and said
"Go away ugly one ewwwwww"
The beautiful rabbit then look over at a pretty duck
"we sure know who the Ugly Duckling is here now!"
they both had a good laugh
I never left my house
ever again.
Mar 26, 2025
Mar 26, 2025 at 10:13 PM UTC
The times we spent the time we waisted,
Was only for a Facebook accept and photos of a facelift.
I saw the smile I heard you was A-List
While I'm stuck at home still tryna sale records like craigslist.
I think about you in the watches of the night I do..
In the day time I was pondering about you.
All I want to do is be someone that they know who cares may I grow old with someone and some job with History that scared to loose this man..
Do anybody want me? I'm losing hope no foreal not on you but in me my friend.
My friends don't even know about this page In losing them one by one I can see it in there face.
I've notice the history time can make it's awsome if were trying to be with no mistakes there all lies how far will you make the heavens fake?
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 1:23 AM UTC