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"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
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Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 8:35 AM UTC
Lies I Sir Box
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
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Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 11:22 AM UTC
I Hate Holiday Parties (for Wolf Spirits Christmas Challenge)
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
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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!
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Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 9:44 PM UTC
"Hungry for Pig"
*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.*
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Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 11:04 PM UTC
or tell ****** about the swimming pool
*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.*
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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.
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Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 8:04 AM UTC
Slowly dying.
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*
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Jun 23, 2023
Jun 23, 2023 at 9:04 AM UTC
Old Show Face
#*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!
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Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 10:19 AM UTC
Cleopatra
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
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Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 1:56 PM UTC
Zero Gravity
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]
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Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 3:53 PM UTC
[un]hinged
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!
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Aug 30, 2021
Aug 30, 2021 at 7:56 AM UTC
An Okay Read ✅
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’!
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Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 2:36 AM UTC
An Artist
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!
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Aug 23, 2013
Aug 23, 2013 at 7:47 AM UTC
Ripened
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.
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Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 10:45 PM UTC
ain't no turnin' back
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.
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Mar 26, 2025
Mar 26, 2025 at 10:13 PM UTC
A Beautiful Day
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.
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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?
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Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 1:23 AM UTC
T.I.M.E.