It's a good thing that beauty is only skin deep, or I'd be rotten to the core.
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Boys On The Radio
Do what you want
Cos Ill do anything
And Ill take the blame
Whats mine is yours
You can have all of it
And I learn to beg
Oh, the boys on the radio
They crash and burn
They fold and fade so slow
In your endless summer night
Ill be on the other side
When youre beautiful and dying
All the world that youve denied
When the water is too deep
You can close your eyes and really sleep tonight
Tonight
I want whats yours
Oh, Id give anything and
Ill take the pain
I wait alone
For what will never come and
I throw it all away
Oh, the boys on the radio
They crash and burn
They fold and fade so slow
In your endless summer night
Ill be on the other side
When youre beautiful and dying
All the world that youve denied
When the water is too deep
You can close your eyes and really sleep tonight
Your beauty blinds
If I let you in
Under my skin
And risen every angel slain
He said hed never, ever
Ever go
Never ever, ever go away
Baby, Ive gone away
In your endless summer night
Ill be on the other side
When youre beautiful and dying
All the world that youve denied
When the water is too deep
You can close your eyes and really sleep tonight
Your beauty blinds
I know where are running to, please come back
Oh, come back again
I hear the truth, its coming from you
Oh, come back, wont you come back again
In your endless summer night
Ill be on the other side
When youre beautiful and dying
All the world that youve denied
When the water is too deep
I will ease your suffering
When the glitter fades in morning
Turn away and you will find my empty eyes
Your beauty blinds
I know that you are rotten to the core
I know that you dont love me anymore
I know that you are rotten to the core
song performed by by Hole
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Sonnet: Beauty
The flesh gets beauty, when draped by its skin;
The soul loses beauty, when filled by sin;
The beauty of things is seen when revealed;
The beauty of unseen things is concealed.
Woman! Thy beauty is in concealment;
Nature, thy beauty is the Firmament;
O Man! Thy beauty is by revealing;
Heart, Thy beauty is in deep feeling.
The Grace of God is the dress of the soul!
The Stars, Sun and Moon- the dress of the ‘bowl’! ’
Just as how skin protects the body’s flesh,
Good deeds make a soul beautiful and fresh.
Doing good in life is most important;
Avoiding harm is more significant.
3-1-2000
poem by John Celes
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Thoughts Deeds Life Lived Values
who are we
what have we
life become
if still beautiful
both in and out
of our seal skin
beauty is skin deep
or beauty is deep skin
penetrates to heart
of matter we are
thoughts deeds
life lived values
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Real Beauty
Everyone seems so intent on beauty,
but beauty is only skin-deep.
It is what lies beneath the beauty
that everyone, should be looking for.
The real beauty everyone wants to attain
should always come from within
and not the complexion of their skin.
13 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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Hazeline
it is not the haze of the frost
or the fog, it is the core of the nut
that is important, not the brown
leafy involucre
but the one inside
that brown thing, it is the bliss
at the core of things,
the wish for good,
the touch that
sends the quiver in
my skin, all hazel, and filbert
and the hardness
which is soft inside.
please, do not say
any word.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Am Nasty And Rotten To The Core
I am nasty and rotten to the core
they didn’t call me dodgy for nothing.
I run about and shout a lot;
recently I took lessons on how to be a bitch,
now they call me a son of one.
I can swear like a trooper,
but only when no one is around
after all I’m supposed to be a vicar
with a smiling frown.
Believe it or not this is the real me,
a hairy ape hanging around in a tree.
Some will dispute my claim,
but they don’t know me at all.
I’m really nasty and rotten to the core
that even my wrinkles
are afraid of me.
30 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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My Beauty
There’s are days when you just wanna feel like a beauty in everyone’s eyes. But there’s always a butt head to make you feel less then you are I believe if you think or know you are then you are. It’s only what you make of it. There are times when I don’t feel beauty at but I think of what I always told myself. “My beauty is not just a pretty face. The beauty I have is a brand new sent of peace. My beauty is lovely peace sense of laughing out loud. My beauty is like an oak wooden chair that my daddyand I love to sit and think in. My beauty is a graceful smile I give her everyday.
My beauty I have is a great sense of style that I have to show the world. My beauty is my fragrant smell of lavender on my skin and hair. Beauty that I want is a 5 star hotel that someday I will stay in when I’m famous. Beauty is my toned color of the skin on my body. My beauty slowly surely of love i feel for you.
Beauty is my sleek smooth skin of my true beauty is deep within me. Now I know the sign of beauty I was bless with.
poem by Evevona Plummer
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What is Beauty
They say beauty is only skin deep
That the real beauty is within
Is that true?
Because in this world all they do is judge you by your beauty
how dark your skin is
and how light your eyes are
This is why I cry at night
I cry for exception
I cry for love
I cry for a family who will understand what I am talking about
What people have to understand is
that beauty is a privelege
because in one moment it can be taken away
Now how will you be judged?
poem by Writer Trainee
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Aint Talkin bout Love
I heard the news baby, all about your disease
Yeah you may have all you want, baby, but I got somethin you need
Oh yeah, aint talkin bout love
My love is rotten to the core
Aint talkin bout love
Just like I told you before, yeah before
You know youre semi-good lookin, and on the streets again
Oh yeah you think youre really cookin baby, you better find yourself a friend
My friend, aint talkin bout love
My love is rotten to the core
Aint talkin bout love
Just like I told you before, uh before, uh before, before
Aint talkin bout love
Babe its rotten to the core
Aint talkin bout love
Just like I told you before, uh before
I been to the edge, an there I stood an looked down
You know I lost a lot of friends there baby, I got no time to mess around
Mmmm, so if you want it got to bleed for it baby
Yeah, got to got to bleed baby
Mmmm, you got to got to bleed baby
Hey, got to got to bleed baby
Aint talkin bout love
My love is rotten to the core
Aint talkin bout love
Just like I told you before, before, before
Aint talkin bout love
Dont wanna talk about love
Dont need to talk about love
Aint gonna talk about love, no more, no more, ah
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
[repeat til outro]
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Ageless Beauty for M lady Ernestine
True beauty lies beneath the skin.
It’s not something for surface show.
A quality which lies within
but others can bask in its glow.
Some beauty fades as years pass by.
No matter how hard you may fight
to hide the signs you can’t deny
True beauty shines through ever bright.
True beauty is not visible
but rather something which you feel.
Something which makes you comfortable
the passing years can never steal.
True beauty thinks of others first
and offers love without reserve.
As a cool drink will quench our thirst
it gives us more than we deserve.
True beauty is a quality
which lasts until the day you die.
A precious gift that’s given free
which no amount of cash can buy.
Beauty is skin deep so they say.
Of mere good looks that is quite true.
Youthful prettiness fades away
but inner beauty still shines through.
23-Jun-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Explorations: XXXI
Skin morphs into
A vulnerable leaf
In the face of passion
And paralyzing fever
Skin feels a textured
Piece of unique art
Tempting one to touch
When just bathed
There's no difference
Between the landscape
And the skin when
Both are fresh
Skin,
Potent communicator
Of the subtle body language
Ah, the skin!
The treasure
Skin hides like
The deep ocean blue
What's skin deep?
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Consumed (Stream III)
The consumer consumed
Like a snake eating its tail.
The worm in the bud,
The rotten apple,
Rotten to the core,
No core.
A corpse eaten inside out.
Outside the circle,
Circling in for the kill,
Killing time
Time to kill.
We slowly die
Outside in,
In need,
We are addicted.
Waiting for our next fix,
Try to fix it
Mr Fix It.
We're in a fix.
With fixed gaze
We watch the ads.
The ads add,
Add to our wants.
Feed our addictions
With sugar and technology.
A hunger we cannot satisfy
Dissatisfied we die inside.
We are subsumed,
The consumer consumed.
P H Brookes Copyright 2012
poem by Paul Brookes
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Softness which Seduces Current Version 0453
Relaying sunlight sheet on forest floor,
curves fondling fronds whose silkiness she shares,
sweet softness which seduces, knows no cares,
and, careless, thus seduces all the more.
What matter if love-struck strangers at life's door
admiring stares, rare Beauty knows she's fair,
glows knowing those around her dare to swear
they'd seek 'neath skin deep corps to reach soft core,
for flowers bloom an hour before the score
is called and flesh departs to, lord knows where!
If Beauty's Truth, both stimulate despair
seen through Time's rushlight nothing can restore.
Blush thoughts through soul-star system ripple, river,
find mind at sea, skin shivers all a-quiver.
(14 December 2008)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Escape From The Island
I never said I was more than I am
Do what I want and I don't give a damn
You're all so weak you know it makes me ill
Don't like you now and probably never will
You cheat and lie, and wonder why
You can't sleep at night
You're not well, Mr. Blackwell
And we can tell
You're not well, Mr. Blackwell
Why don't you go to hell
I am a sinner who just loves to sin
I am a fighter who just loves to win
I am the truth about this crummy hole
There's nothing here that can't be bought or sold
You're cold and mean, and in between
You're rotten to the core
Chorus
You're a victim, a real disgrace
You should be banished from the human race
We'll drink to sorrow then we'll drink to waste
We'll drink a toast to the inhuman race
Here's to the world and the times we're in
Here's to the kid a real man among men
You're cold and mean, and in between
You're rotten to the core
Chorus
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Mr. Blackwell
I never said i was more than i am
Do what i want and i don't give a damn
You're all so weak you know it makes me ill
Don't like you now and probably never will
You cheat and lie, and wonder why
You can't sleep at night
You're not well, mr. blackwell
And we can tell
You're not well, mr. blackwell
Why don't you go to hell
I am a sinner who just loves to sin
I am a fighter who just loves to win
I am the truth about this crummy hole
There's nothing here that can't be bought or sold
You're cold and mean, and in between
You're rotten to the core
Chorus
You're a victim, a real disgrace
You should be banished from the human race
We'll drink to sorrow then we'll drink to waste
We'll drink a toast to the inhuman race
Here's to the world and the times we're in
Here's to the kid a real man among men
You're cold and mean, and in between
You're rotten to the core
Chorus
song performed by by Kiss
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Beautiful One
Oh beautiful one, adorned with spell
To ravage my world as might a sweet angel.
Oh beautiful thing, so much at ease:
Allure of caressing breeze in touch gentle.
Oh beautiful creature, sail me do,
As floating on seas of halcyon blue tincture.
You beautiful being, gracing charm
And features that render feel of deep texture.
Your beautiful poise in glide supreme,
Gives such like a vista honed as from heaven.
That beautiful art of face ornate,
Not ever to understate or be riven.
Your beautiful flame of pulchritude
Doth dizzy me high, so I conclude always
You beautiful girl forever be
My shining Janette; my guide; my stairway.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Good-looking & Looking-good
Good-looking is a god sent gift.
Looking-good is a man made art.
Women are adept in the art.
Men are respondents to their crafts.
Looking-good is being hygiene.
Looking-good is a toned body.
The dress fit to the frame, with hues
Matching the skin is good-looking.
Feeling self-worth adds to beauty.
Being virtuous is a beauty.
Being appearance conscious
Is the norm of being beautiful.
Reachable and attainable
As these are, it is within you
To become looking-good in case
You are not endowed with good looking.
17.07.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Beauty
Countless are beauties
To suit every taste
One Venus, one goddess
And many an angel
Seen, vied and gloated at
But! Lo! What is beauty?
For one fair skin is lovely
to another, black is bounty
But blonde is gorgeous for many
Lively smile, lotus eyes, long legs
Or total comely structure!
Ah! What is beauty? Where is beauty?
Theories were floated! Thoughts purveyed!
Frustrated hearts even wailed
That beauty is nothing but skin deep
Descriptions fail! Debates prove futile
Nor any norms dare narrate!
Every epicurean tumbles in vain
Where lies the real beauty
In embellished body or
In an unblemished mind
Why in Theresa’s gentle amble
Dazzles a beautiful guardian angel?
How the bare-mouthed Mahatma
By one pure smile of his
Geared millions
To bare their lives
For their mother land
Discern and discover my friends
Beauty mundane! Beauty divine?
Beauty haughty! Beauty holy?
Learn seeing through earthly bodies
Deep into the intrinsic
Where you find beauty authentic
All that stares at you
Is just cosmetic!
poem by Sathya Narayana
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The bone deep beauty
Beauty is skin deep
Where brain and poise fail.
It is vein deep, if one is brainy.
It is flesh deep, if one is of poise.
It is bone deep if one is with both.
15.04.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Core fuels the crust
A nubile nymph or a beauty care is absent.
Dusky skin, blunt chin, masculine nose
And the very queering lips are well present.
Yet to my heart her every part is piquant.
In her is there no aesthetic or romantic sense.
Reticence, reserved ness and timidity,
With coyness to the core, are there in evidence.
Yet she is so seductive to my every sense.
She acknowledges but refuses to requite.
Passion smoulders, which her blush betrays.
An earthen pot with water in, that the dampness
Betrays. She is my ‘Cape of Good Hope’.
A hard nut and an elusive fish is the stuff.
A taciturn woman, with no semblance of proof.
To admit or to exit is her bewilderment.
Nevertheless, towards her I go vehement.
I fell in love with her for her core and soul,
That led me to love her crust and profile.
I relish and cherish her for her inner fire.
As she eludes in fear I pursue in vigour.
Answered or not, one prays with hope.
Ushered or not I love her with heat.
Maybe she is less to others but to me much.
So much is there in her that my heart beats fast.
Her every part is a tonic to me because
That every part derives juice from beneath.
A flame takes intensity from its contents.
It is her contents that make her amorous.
“A thing of beauty is a joy for ever”
To think of her in bounty is my fervour.
11.09.2000, Paralakhemundi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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