Age should not have its face lifted, but it should rather teach the world to admire wrinkles as the etchings of experience and the firm line of character.
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Character (Fun Poem 130)
Every face has character
and each has is its very own.
Some are filled with smiles
from the wrinkles that they own.
While others look very cold
like some dead fish on a slab.
Yet others hold in harmony
from the expressions they show.
Yes, every face hold character
and I wonder what character your face shows.
23 February 2012
poem by David Harris
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Are our brains wrinkled?
Wrinkles are the measurement,
to show the life's management,
some are very near and deep,
and the rest long and steep.
Wrinkles are the asset,
that get through the experience,
not all those experienced,
never have such twinkles.
The wrinkles which can not be seen,
hidden inside the hard shell,
More the wrinkles formation,
More the knowledge dwell.
Let us see who has more fold.
Einstein or a research assistant,
people with more folds may not know it,
people with lesser folds strive to get it.
Do not let anyone,
to iron out the wrinkles,
with their disillusioned vision.
Let us acquire more in our brains.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Art of Face
Whether pretty, whether ugly
Whether smooth, whether wrinkles
Strong character or average standard
Face is the front line charisma
Whether wall, whether comical
Whether mugged, whether candid
Trained facial, natural pose
Face is the shadow of world
Raising bow, twitching nerves
Blushing cheek, glittering sweat
Curving lips, mocking tongue
Face is emotion expression
Whether poker, whether joker
The fierce tiger, the cute doll
Sometimes impress, sometimes deceive
Face is the image of mind
Plastic surgery, covering veil
Forged by time, painted by culture
The beauty of Helen, the curse of Medusa
Face is the mask of creature
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Beauty And Character
As graces fade, and praise speaks oft no more,
To mirrors, dimmed for face, of erstwhile glow;
Beholders now belie, the sight before,
Which they were known, to have professed to know;
For Charm would ebb, as seawards flow the tide,
Where stony coast, would show its dried up coves,
When marks of Time, it no longer could hide,
And what frailty, that beauty is, it proves.
But Character accumulates with time;
Though fools fussed over looks Time stole, the wise
Seeks no ambrosia to prolong his prime,
Or shun wrinkles that etch Beauty's demise;
...Should Wrinkles squeal: 'Time's the thief! Time's the thief! '
...Character would say: 'Time farms in my fief.'
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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Wrinkles And Crinkles (Fun Poem 83)
They say that behind
every line and wrinkle
there lays a story to be had there.
With all the wrinkles and crinkles
that line my face,
there should be
a couple of novels worth there.
9 July 2008
poem by David Harris
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At 48
at 48 time eats what we have grown
they say
there is no turning back
no regrowing
something in us is irreversible
no way to change
no way to repair
and just be another
new cell
what we have like everything that starts
young and solid and firm
wilts, melts, evaporates, loosens
there are wrinkles
so many deaths no resurrections
at 48 the mitochondria burn itself
to death
there are no more fuels
they all speak of an inevitable end
somehow i am not convinced
there is a way
something not yet known by us
call me old fashioned but i still believe
in the power of persistence
there is still an insistence of the miraculous
positivity knows how to wait
in a world that wrinkles, my lips still curls into a smile
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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intro:
i'm only lifted up lifted up
lifted up to you
verse 1:
i start my morning
i turn the lights on and slowly wake up
and i end my day,
i drink from the same cup
i get around doin'everything twice
but it always feels like, i'm still on the first line
but no matter how the week is
if you're around i'm fine
and the more we are together
the more that i find
chorus:
that i am only lifted up lifted up
lifted up to you
said i am only lifted up lifted up
lifted up by you
lift me with a little love, lift me
with a little love
verse 2:
now i have to tell you
about the love that you givin'me
it makes me happy
you make me stronger i believe
and when the day is nearly done
you don't have to turn around
or look for another
cos you will only find
repeat chorus
i'm only lifted up lifted up
lifted up by you
lift me with a little bit of love
i'm only lifted up lifted up
lifted up by you
no matter how the week is
if you're around i'm fine
and the more we are together
the more that i find
repeat chorus (x3)
v. amorosi m. holden | published by universal music | produced by axel breitung for bishop audio | production assistant: kay nickold | guitars: axel breitung
song performed by by Vanessa Amorosi
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Lifted Up
intro:
i'm only lifted up lifted up
lifted up to you
verse 1:
i start my morning
i turn the lights on and slowly wake up
and i end my day,
i drink from the same cup
i get around doin'everything twice
but it always feels like, i'm still on the first line
but no matter how the week is
if you're around i'm fine
and the more we are together
the more that i find
chorus:
that i am only lifted up lifted up
lifted up to you
said i am only lifted up lifted up
lifted up by you
lift me with a little love, lift me
with a little love
verse 2:
now i have to tell you
about the love that you givin'me
it makes me happy
you make me stronger i believe
and when the day is nearly done
you don't have to turn around
or look for another
cos you will only find
repeat chorus
i'm only lifted up lifted up
lifted up by you
lift me with a little bit of love
i'm only lifted up lifted up
lifted up by you
no matter how the week is
if you're around i'm fine
and the more we are together
the more that i find
repeat chorus (x3)
v. amorosi m. holden | published by universal music | produced by axel breitung for bishop audio | production assistant: kay nickold | guitars: axel breitung
song performed by by Vanessa Amorosi
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Wrinkles
For Naomi Lazard
Sometimes I can't wait until I look like Nadezhda Mandelstam.
-- Naomi Lazard
My friends are tired.
The ones who are married are tired
of being married.
The ones who are single are tired
of being single.
They look at their wrinkles.
The ones who are single attribute their wrinkles
to being single.
The ones who are married attribute their wrinkles
to being married.
They have very few wrinkles.
Even taken together,
they have very few wrinkles.
But I cannot persuade them
to look at their wrinkles
collectively.
& I cannot persuade them that being married
or being single
has nothing to do with wrinkles.
Each one sees a deep & bitter groove,
a San Andreas fault across her forehead.
"It is only a matter of time
before the earthquake."
They trade the names of plastic surgeons
like recipes.
My friends are tired.
The ones who have children are tired
of having children.
The ones who are childless are tired
of being childless.
They love their wrinkles.
If only their were deeper
they could hide.
Sometimes I think
(but do not dare to tell them)
that when the face is left alone to dig its grave,
the soul is grateful
& rolls in.
poem by Erica Jong
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Mirror Of Humanity
there is a line
in Jesus's face,
just below His eyes...
and on that line
are written the names
of all the children
in the world
dying of starvation...
there is a line
in Buddha's face,
just below his eyes....
and on that line
are written the names
of all the children
in the world
whose familes have
been killed by the
bombs and bullets.
there is a line
in my own face,
just below my eyes...
and on that line
are written the names
of all the children
in the world
i let down when
i dont do my best,
to stand up strong
for equality and peace.
have you looked in a
mirror lately?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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I'm Not An Angel Nor An Evil
I'm not an angel
Nor an evil
I'm who i'm
just little bit different
From the people around
Just Because I can't put on masks
And change them with every character and situation
Every while and while
Does that make me bad!
How they make me admire
when every while and while
They wear on and off
Different face
and face
They just make me smile.
I can't change colores
I can't wear masks.
I can't act happy
When i'm sad
I Can't laugh when someone is sad
Then I'll feel so bad
I'm not perfect
But I try to do my best
Sometimes a nice word
Can give me the world
A smile of a child
Makes me fly
A sad glance can make my heart cry
I'm just a human being
I laugh
I cry
I try
I shout
I feel
I fear
That's the way it is
Even with my faults
Still I can feel proud
I judge myself and sometimes even make fun.
But never ever want to be like those
Who act angel
Then they make million faults
Yet they never feel shy to judge others
How they make me admire!
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Love Lifted Me
I was sinking deep in sin,
Far from the peaceful shore,
Very deeply stained within,
Sinking to rise no more.
But the Master of the sea
Heard my despairing cry,
>From the waters lifted me.
Now safe am I.
Love lifted me! Love lifted me!
When nothing else could help,
Love lifted me.
Love lifted me! Love lifted me!
When nothing else could help
Love lifted me.
Souls in danger look above
Jesus completely saves
He will lift you by his love
Out of the angry waves
But the master of the sea
Billows His will obey
He your savior wants to be
Be saved today
Love lifted me! Love lifted me!
When nothing else could help,
Love lifted me.
Love lifted me! Love lifted me!
When nothing else could help
Love lifted me.
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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Love Lifted Me
Randy Travis & Mac Powell
(Randy)
I was sinkin' deep in sin
Far from the peaceful shore
Very deeply stained within
Sinking to rise no more.
But the master of the sea
Heard my despairing cry
And from the waters lifted me
Now safe am I.
(Both)
Love lifted me
Love lifted me
When nothing else could help
Love lifted me.
Love lifted me
Love lifted me
When nothing else could help
Love lifted me.
--- Instrumental ---
(Mac)
All my heart to him I give
Ever to him I'll cling
In his blessed presence live
Ever his praises sing.
(Randy)
Love so mighty and so true
Merits my soul's best song
Faithful, loving service too
To him belongs
(Both)
Love lifted me
Love lifted me
When nothing else could help
Love lifted me.
Love lifted me
Love lifted me
When nothing else could help
Love lifted me.
(Mac)
Love lifted me...
song performed by by Randy Travis
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Music is your own experience, your own thoughts, your wisdom. If you don't live it, it won't come out of your horn. They teach you there's a boundary line to music. But, man, there's no boundary line to art.
quote by Charlie Parker
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I'm a firm believer that character is highly overrated. Character is a trick that we do with the audience's collusion.
quote by William H. Macy
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Reflection
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Why do I look in you, at all,
For all I see is the same old me,
And not how I so want to be.
Mirror, mirror on the stairs,
Why do you show me many years,
A face with wrinkles everywhere,
Would anybody like my share.
Mirror, mirror near my bed,
In you I look with certain dread,
For creams and potions just don't work,
Behind them still the wrinkles lurk.
Mirror, mirror in the hall,
Seeing you makes me recall,
That I am now of senior age,
Well stuck into the wrinkles stage.
Mirror, mirror by the door,
How I hate you more and more,
I'm having to look the other way,
When my reflection's on display.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Wicked Teacher
Experience a wicked teacher
You push us into test
And examine our stuff
Before you begin to teach
How rigid you are
Your lessons linger on
Your scars never fade
Your memory ever fresh
Experience a wicked teacher
You don’t care about age
You teach the young
And warn the old
Experience a wicked teacher
You don’t pity our scars
But leave us with time
To bind our wound
Experience a wicked teacher
You never stop your test
Often we dodge it
But to meet it ahead.
poem by Seun Bewaji
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Looking and going back...
there were layers of years.
you were on one of those layers. You are blue,
a line of blueness, in between those other colors,
You are always the silent kind of blue.
They skip you and find you one of those insignificant lines.
The years pad each other like the barks of a tree.
You are one of the bold strokes now. Time does it.
They you go back to that old layer. You were blue.
You make some squeezes, and etchings on those other lines.
They squeak like rats.
You tell them that once you were there and you were the blue line.
They fully remember. But there is no difference really.
Your thinking is misplaced. You think you are different now.
No, they didn't. You finally regret going back.
You retreat once again inside the room sit on the chair.
You are a blue line. You corrugate a little bit like a magnetic ecg line.
But it will not last. You are a straight line now.
You watch TV till midnight. There is nothing significant.
You are still a blue and straight line. That you have to accept as a fact.
You turn off the TV. A nice sleep is always a better alternative.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Spell Bound Magic
I was put on fire
The moment you left to admire
Taken me to task and she peeped into eyes
I lost the firm ground when she really tried
This was not at all new
As I had little idea about it and knew
I had no time to look at her
But this gesture on her part made me to bother
Was it clear attempt or trial to woo?
But whatever the case may be, it was true?
I started to have soft feeling
As she had shown inclination and was willing
She was preferring to be my woman
I was taken by surprise as his man
She might have thought it number of times
But it never crossed my mind at any time
I was sweating under cool moon
As if standing under the hot sun of noon
May be it was first experience to have come across
But any how it was somebody's gain and somebody's loss
'What are you thinking dear' she gently uttered
She was firm in her stand and offered
All that she tried to make me understand
Beginning of new relation and end as friend
As it generally happens in everybody's life
She was entering life as an ideal wife
I too had cherished the dream of having her
But had no courage to admit and offer
I took it as natural invitation
It was aimed at building new relation
I concurred and conceded to her desire
As it was now my turn for her to admire
It is like magnetic pull
Passion runs high and becomes full
The beginning is very dramatic
As eyes do all wonders with spell bound magic
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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How enchanting
How enchanting does passion make your face
and your eyes glow with an own power
and still your face
are endlessly soft
while deep love radiates from it.
How lovely you smile makes you look
as if I am looking
into the face of a angel of goddess
and still there’s something hidden
that brings character, experience and maturity
right through your innocence:
sparks with a own intensity
that let electricity go right through me
and leaving me speechless.
poem by Gert Strydom
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