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Ask for self and justify

I ventured to ask self and justify
It did not give me any reason to satisfy
I never attempted or tried to defy
I felt so remorseful and tried to cry

I felt from inner most soul
There must be something wrong or foul
How an outer beauty can have so much importance?
It created confusion in mind at once

I was praised with many words
They even added it was blessing from the lord
I had seen many people with ugly faces
They were liked by many and in very good race

It baffled me day and night
Was my assertion very right?
Did it really matter with pretty look?
Or was it gimmick played by crook?

There was some substance behind
I was in mood and desaparate to find
I wanted to go into depth and realize
It was for self consumption and oblige

It is logical with such things to arise
It is not altogether any surprise
It had existed even long before
In one or other way it may come to the fore

We are clever human being
We may not fall in line or simply sing
We will not be carried away simply
We have all the reason and to asses it amply

I stood before the mirror
There was absolutely no error
From every angle I looked handsome
Still the thoughts were proving troublesome

It was not bad at all to feel very strange
But some solution was to be found and managed
It was for personal satisfaction
I preferred strong answer and no inaction

It weighted in favor of argument
Not the outer look was real assessment
It had no meaning if you were cruel but handsome
It was not benefiting to any but only to some

People may move around you with selfish motives
This may include your friends and close relatives
It is clearly known that you are meant for something else
The impression created by them is totally false

It frightened with the logical conclusion
There remained no more confusion
People were living standard life with honor
They were being highly treated with beautiful flowers

It adds to the existing personality
If you are gifted with outer beauty
It will give you some additional respect
You will be highly respected for your noble act

If these facts are know to you?
It will prove later on very true
You will face no criticism for being impolite
You will be known by your quality and right

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Beautiful Reflection

I used to stare at beautiful figure
Why I preferred it? Am not quietly sure
It was something I felt deserved our attention
Nice words of praise with very good mention

I considered my self as one of the most handsome
This view may be shared by not all but some
It is not bad to feel good for self and enjoy
It may be good reason to feel happy with joy

I may stand in front of mirror and quietly murmur
Look body from all the angles and whisper
How much thrill it used to send that I don’t know?
But it was definitely self elation matter anyhow

I was laughed at in many public places
I will look at smart and beautiful faces
My close friends may come near and cut jokes
I will scorn them to shut the unnecessary poke

T was hurting me if someone to comment badly
I will not accept it lightly and think over it sadly
It was matter of deep insult cause for worry
It was anguish for me but surely felt very sorry

Who will not like few words of praise?
You will step out if few more good words are raised
You will be inflated with air in body
It will be known as proud moment for anybody

I think I am not exception in this race
There may be lots of people with such case
They will be suffering from personal syndrome
They will be living in their on world and feel very much at home

I knew from outset that beauty may fade away
Still it was necessary to feel in special way
Not all people are gifted with fine and attractive figure
They seem to think to have bright prospectus with future

If one lives under false impression and feel same
He must be prepared to share some blame
Many may not like the outer beauty and comment adversely
Still it will be his cool temperament that will not accept it as remorse

The mirror may reflect exactly what you are
The person may know reality for being how far?
It will be best suited to his temperament
The gain will be seen from positive point at any moment

It is good not to be carried away
You will not be in position to have permanent sway
Any natural object has to die or perish
It is quite to have close finish

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A beautiful figure

I used to stare at beautiful figure
Why I preferred it? Am not quietly sure
It was something I felt deserved our attention
Nice words of praise with very good mention

I considered my self as one of the most handsome
This view may be shared by not all but some
It is not bad to feel good for self and enjoy
It may be good reason to feel happy with joy

I may stand in front of mirror and quietly murmur
Look body from all the angles and whisper
How much thrill it used to send that I don’t know?
But it was definitely self elation matter anyhow

I was laughed at in many public places
I will look at smart and beautiful faces
My close friends may come near and cut jokes
I will scorn them to shut the unnecessary poke

T was hurting me if someone to comment badly
I will not accept it lightly and think over it sadly
It was matter of deep insult cause for worry
It was anguish for me but surely felt very sorry

Who will not like few words of praise?
You will step out if few more good words are raised
You will be inflated with air in body
It will be known as proud moment for anybody

I think I am not exception in this race
There may be lots of people with such case
They will be suffering from personal syndrome
They will be living in their on world and feel very much at home

I knew from outset that beauty may fade away
Still it was necessary to feel in special way
Not all people are gifted with fine and attractive figure
They seem to think to have bright prospectus with future

If one lives under false impression and feel same
He must be prepared to share some blame
Many may not like the outer beauty and comment adversely
Still it will be his cool temperament that will not accept it as remorse

The mirror may reflect exactly what you are
The person may know reality for being how far?
It will be best suited to his temperament
The gain will be seen from positive point at any moment

It is good not to be carried away
You will not be in position to have permanent sway
Any natural object has to die or perish
It is quite to have close finish

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A real reflection

Why I looked so beautiful in mirror?
Was that indication of grave error?
Was the mirror so furious about my nature?
Was it unnatural for it to forecast my future?

People used to call me as an ugly man
I was feeling so much shame as human
Was I the only one blessed with darkness on face?
Why God was kind enough to cause me embarrass?

“He ugly, where are you going” people used to tease
They seemed to get joy and feel so pleased
This was causing me pain and agony in mind
Why people behaved in different manner with posture so unkind?

No one looked at my kindness and generosity
I used to help poor and aged with simplicity
I never refused anybody and maintained amity
Many may come and console me on the condition of anonymity

I suffered severe setback in mind and most hated person
No one cared even to ask me for explanation and troubled without any reason
Was it to be taken as curse from almighty or consider it as living hell?
Nothing was going normal and time too was not proving very well

Why then mirror was deceiving its quality as true reflector?
Why was I forced to live in falsehood with wrong indicator?
If mirror was the real reflection then someone was playing game?
Who else were there answerable for the total mess and to be blamed?

I gathered the strength and again stood before the naked mirror
Why was I feeling so much agitated in mind with furor?
I saw the face with two eyes, mouth nose without any terror
Everything was there as expected to be in human without any censor

What small patches and black face had to do with my identity?
I stood there as human being with all parameters of entity
I tried to understand the difference between outer and inner look
I definitely out scores them as gentleman but did not label them as crook

I did not try to find any excuse to blame the human mentality
I could well define and understood the reason behind futility
Though I stood condemned in their eyes for being ugly and clumsy
So many painted me as noble human being and drew the picture rosy

Soon I was to prove both mirror and people very wrong in their concept
They were wholly not true to their character and correct
They were to discharge their function as true representative
Who were we on earth to judge His creation and prove insensitive?

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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About Illicit Relation

I know nothing about illicit relation
But I find some relief with good equation
It mushrooms with equal pull
Life turns into smile from apparent lull

There is eagerness to see and meet
Without any fear to rush and greet
Day time dreaming about events to follow
Linking it to new love and lie very low

Did anticipate any time for such thing?
Has that come to me as surprise or something?
I knew it was just a blessing
As there was some essential element actually missing?

I felt warmth and feelings at highest peak
Even though they were proving me very weak
I have no reason to justify the meaning of love
As I am really in and crazily drove

What is actually pulling me towards her?
Is that her outer beauty or nature?
Her ambit influence or willingness to surrender
I have failed to understand it and simply wondered

Apart from sex angle it ahs to do many things
It may give you additional thoughts to ride on wings
The dreamy situation may warrant you to swim far away from reality
But one thing is sure; it is only love with pure quality

Love does not emanate from beautiful face
No one can simply involve in made race
There is some magic behind attraction
There is no second thought for any of the action

It may be unfair to call it as illicit
Even though any society may not permit
Yet it has its own merits and demerits
To last for ever even with society or without it

There might be some compulsion for to be drawn
The individual must understand and own
Extra marital affair may bring discredit and shame
But no one must condemn it or blame

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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An ugly or bad face

It made her very sad and felt embarrassed
Situation developed all of sudden and not assessed
Circumstances too were hostile to be pressed
Emotions ran high and worries were suddenly traced

She did hide her face and almost wept
No one was ready to look at her and accept
Was it a good offer or to reject?
Who on the earth is so perfect?

I couldn’t say she was normal or ugly
She looked Intelligent but seemed so homely
Black spots were visible on the rough face
For her there was no one in the race

Right from the day one of her gaining consciousness
She faced all words of world with seriousness
She was still confident, unmindful of hollowness
Some concrete moves were on her part with fineness

Was she ugly and looked clumsy of her own?
Why people, friends offer her and disown?
Was she asking for precious stone or crown?
it was only honorable living without any frown

She moved easily with confidence and boldness
People still frowned with and offered coldness
She still surged ahead with disregards to all
It was need of the hour and urgent call

Nothing could shake her zeal and will power
She never looked below but always at peak or tower
Only cowards and weak look down with shyness
She was good at all move with bright success

Everybody may not look at and praise outer beauty
It was role of almighty who did his best duty
Who are we to criticize and insult the ugly person?
I find nothing new or wrong with any of the reason

someone from us liked her and offered rose
Millions of questions just invaded her mind and posed?
Was that the out come of trust in God she reposed?
She never thought of such and ideas tossed

Was that the inner strength in her which prevailed?
All far off chances even if not sure must be availed
Life is full of uncertainties and must be respected
One should search the soul and must be inspected

God has given us fine body with fertile mind
It must have generosity and pity of all kind
What is use of outer beauty if that can’t show?
All human ingredients which are essential to grow

She was not embarrassed now and stood erect
Nothing new was needed for her to feel correct
It was the an act of almighty to feel holy grace
What was there to worry about ugly or beautiful face

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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What a way to reassure!

What a way to reassure on face?
Lovely beauty with visible trace
God has sent beautiful reminder on earth
Take her care else face the ugly death

It is your duty to acclaim and adore
Not all flowers may attract any more
Yet we do believe and praise in precise terms
As they have noble part to play as mother, sister and daughter in turn

Not all girls are gifted with moon face
Not all the shine given away to any race
Hilly areas have their own reflection
Whole beauty is reflected with positive indication

They are not selfish so far as their role is concerned
Good looking girls are preferred and very fast cornered
They have demand and rightly can be said so
They find king's offer if royal family gives clear go

Our history is full of wars and their sacrifices
Empires have been lost due to words given with promises
Certainly out look matters but their nature and dedication too
We have witnessed, observed it and passed through

How come that is working as magnetic pull?
How come they look so pretty and beautiful?
God only can answer as it is blessings from divine seat
We only look outer beauty, appearance and express joy at

The garden may have elegance with lot many flowers
It may add more beauty with little dazzling and rainy showers
Family may gain prominence with females having brilliance coupled with beauty
Gain prominence all-round and have upper hand with blessings from almighty

It is natural feeling and common fact
We are guided but sometimes forced to act
To protect honor and dignity of woman becomes prestige issue
Only some of the people may think reason behind it and rightly view

I, for my part, will appreciate it in any form
That has not come up all of sudden or born
It is definitely a graceful act on part of creator
That we live to witness such flowers from mentor

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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You were there

I may stand exposed in coming days
Had you been watchful in your way?
You should clearly asserted and preferred to say
What was right and how was I going to pay?

I tried to reason out with my own vision
There always remained doubts with confusion
I was little considerate and thoughtful
It went out of hand and I became doubtful

You were my heartfelt love destined to last long
Remained always faithful even when I went wrong
I found you to be eternal love with wholly flame
I was only to be responsible for all the blames

I found you everywhere wherever I tried to see
You were like stars seen behind the trees
Branches may shake and make some sound
You will always be there with little sound

I may try to understand the state of mind
Go to the depth of it, analyze and find
what can be most important for our existence?
The only truth or truthful insistence

Moon never tried to hide her face even if had a patches
You were perfect in all respect and was good match
I tried to cope up with you and nearly caught
It was useful lesson life had taught

I was unreasonable and did not try to understand
I should have stood by you and stood as friend
It was possible and did not require talent
I was blinded by mistrust and did not relent

We were doing fine on all counts
Bond was so perfect and did not amount
It had no chance to loose any end
We were to remain happy and it was clear trend

I failed to grasp her mood and faltered to show
I remained to self and maturity didnot grow
Clouds were getting darker and about to rain
All attempts to pacify her simply failed

I hope to listen to my heart one day
It may show me some way
Why it has failed to see the reason?
Why I hated her as person?

She was embodiment of love and affection
Her face bore innocence and carried the reflection
Why did I not just pierce through her eyes?
They carried the answer for all y why?

Was it not the welcome or acceptance?
Did she not show any importance?
She did all whatever she could do
I was only left to prove it as true

I must repose trust in her
She is all for me here
Where will I be taking her from now?
I know it from heart and how?

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Words

Yeats so simply stated
' Words alone are certain good. '
And to the great poet
So highly rated
I try to listen, as I should; Yet
Being an untrained novice
Such as me
With verdant hopes of much improvement
- oh that I would -
I beg to slightly differ with W. B.
And offer here my humble opinion
- if I could -
Good certainly is not words alone,
For without humanity
To read and to write
How would they ever become known?
- For without the good of people
Who of these words would care
Ever to be heard, or even shared?
No, the good does not alone from words arise,
Rather from human beings
Whose entire story
Such words do attempt to comprise.......
- Words written in this time
May even the way
To a distant future find,
But not on their own
And never alone.
For it takes people's
- hand's to write
- eye's to read
- heart and soul to understand
The purpose, and the need.
Let it here be shown
Words alone
Are not the only good,
They need human beings
To give goodness and life
To their reason and meaning
For they are merely the vehicle
By which man's true good
Is found and understood.

poem by Smoky Hoss
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Couldn't find

I couldn’t believe eyes
As she bore a name of Sheri Columbus
I knew what was unique and famous]
The new land was found known as states

I had kept this day for finding special friends
Some unknown faces were to come at the day end
I found one of the best comments put forward
Those were, indeed, highly spoken words

I ventured to at her profile and put nice invitation
It was all about strengthening friendship and relation
“I used to rarely add men to my page” the message read
But later some of the words spoke highly to plead

Yes those words spoke of high integrated and philosophical mind
Where on earth good friends are available and make easy find
“Why on earth I would not want every one as friend”
“Why not share the insight and wisdom” reflected her new trend

I was stunned to look at her shining face
It spoke of something more and required tot race
A point to highlight about her personality
Her eyes spoke of sun’s glare with fine quality

She has brilliant face with imposing will
It is obviously a ladies weapon but not to kill
It may speak highly of a hidden soul
Natural way of leading life without any foul

It would be unnecessary to paint anything about body
It is gift from almighty and business of nobody
Many may see it from different angle and perception
But of course she deserved to be mentioned in “caption”

The beautiful cross reveals it all
You are akin to receiving generous calls
I may not be alone to appreciate and praise
As many might have been failed to in long chase

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Beautiful people

I see no reason why I should not love beautiful people
What can be attributed more if I equally mix without any trouble!
Such feeling has given me no detachment for all those who are not gifted
I have been admirer for all those unprivileged and stand is never shifted

It is natural to feel drawn toward beautiful object
Rose is perfect and ideal if we compare with it and act
It doesn't mean that other flowers are of less importance
We have seen the rose coming up in beautiful garden by chance

I consider my self lucky to have witnessed it
That can be considered as nice occasion for someone to greet
If rose is preferred for then it is natural preference
The look, color and charm stand for gracious show and elegance

This is outer show and we see nothing what is actually hidden
Why normal people sometimes come in prominence all of sudden
Not because they were neglected so far and had chance to emerge
But it was their beautiful heart and feelings that made strong urge

Sometimes we meet with unexpected deception
We are cheated after being accorded warm reception
You may love to hate what has been your strong conviction?
You have realized now the unfair opinion in question

There are thousands such living things on earth
They appear on surface, live for short duration and meet with death
Yet their contribution to mankind is worth and to be noted
If need be praised and in comas nicely quoted

We never look at our mother for her beautiful appearance
She is dear to us and we try to go near her at once
So many things appeal us not because of their outer show
But the grace given to them with shining and glitter to flow

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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beauty! what is BEAUTY? ? ?

beauty! what is beauty
beauty is just a cover
for something
really screwed up in side...
people say why your so beautiful
what more do you want
i want the real meaning of beauty
not just the looks
the looks are only good for an amount of time
then they get to meet the real inside of you
and the beauty disappears
so what is the point of the outer beauty if the inner beauty is dead
beauty what is BEAUTY

poem by Pilar Guethon
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Lies To All

I have lied to friends' number of times
Sheer lies to parents more often or several times
This was developed from childhood days
When I found that this was simple and easy way

I may simply look bad in people's eye
They may look with scant respect and ask why?
I did not give serious thought to this matter
I wanted to do something different and better

It was simple joy to have convinced others
There was no immediate gain to garner
Yet it developed bad habit and continued
I went on adding new ideas and constantly reviewed

I felt great when someone was easily deceived
I found more elated when saw that it was well received
'Oh God, how fool these people are' I felt proud
It was matter to be personally greeted and proclaimed loud

No one gave me any feed back later or in between
I was going on smoothly and scored easy win
But people were not fool as I understood
I came to know later on that I was most hated person in neighborhood

They observed decency even when it was known
They also knew very well that I must be disowned
Still they let me go on with bad pursuit
With only one satisfaction that I was undesired and totally misfit

Today I have everything but no self respect
They receive me well but avoid reacting
Offer no argument and retire silently
I will then go off from the scene gently

One should resort to lies only in extreme situation
But should not be preferred with its continuation
It makes man totally unreliable and untrustworthy
People reject him any time when he actually needs sympathy

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Total Contrast

It is total contrast
It is not ego blast
Neither it is for importance
Not gesture at once

It is just letting person to realize
Make hi to think positive and realize
Strong rebuff or retaliation is no answer
This logic may be understood by fewer

It is quality inbuilt
It is not hiding of weakness or guilt
It is quality of brave man
Making you feel like true human

It is demonstration of strong will
You have power even to fight or kill
What others may not see your greatness
But may be clearly seen on their face

It is noble act and needs to be forgotten
Nothing is taken away from you or stolen
It is resolve of strong mind
Such quality is rare and treasure to find

Human beings are selfish but not that difficult
They will bear grudge and remember insult
Yet your gesture will be highly appreciated
It will improve upon rather then make it vitiated

Even strongest rebellion can be crushed
Enemy can be killed or pushed
What might not be defeated?
His ill will and that should not be repeated

It is weapon of strong
It can’t make him go wrong
That may deter friends and enemies among
As they may know well that it is not sold for song

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Confusion

I wanted to go right but went left
I wanted to go up but went down
I wanted to cry but I laughed.
I wanted in my life a displacement
But I found myself in the circus circle.

I wanted to sleep well but found awake
I did not want to think but found myself thinking.
I wanted them to understand me
but they forced me to understand them
To increase my knowledge I wanted to distribute
but they forced me to conceal.

I wanted to be straight but they taught me how to crook
smile with a hidden dagger behind.
I wanted to give them food but they threw them out closing the doors of mind.

They talk but words fall like yellow foliage dry
They love but this love is a bug sucks the blood, none can deny.

Lie and truth, life and death, good and bad, right and wrong
All mixed up with time, place and people, a total confusion.

When truth is not beauty and it is confined in
When falsehood is not ugly and it is spread out like perfume
Then your brain burn the fuse and you are totally confused.

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Nobody on the boat

It was not me at all
How could I have that much fall?
I was so resolute and brilliant
This looked something subservient

How can I look like cruel man?
I did all fine things for man and woman
How many institutions were run on charity?
They had fine display of standard and quality

I thought something had really gone wrong
The theme was entirely different from original song
The mirror had no real reflection of its own
But I was renowned man and well known

Till this time I was falsely made to believe
It was under falsehood that I presented and lived
It struck my mind that mirror is reminding me of something
It has altogether different picture for real thing

Even though I had escaped people’s attention
My conscious was there for its mention
It spoke gently when I was facing mirror
There absolutely no misjudgment or an error

The mirror was reminding me of impeding danger
I was about to face ire, rage and anger
People were trying to know about my intention
I was fool not to catch nerves and attention

Was this a stern warning to mend the ways?
Was it some signal to remind me of going away?
I thought of it and decided to shed the double life
How difficult it was to live on the edge of the knife?

It works on no particular principles
You may find many followers or disciples
But the moment their goal was over
You will be left alone to find the shield or cover

I laughed at the mirror impression
Though I was same but left me with depression
What would happen if I am dragged and made scapegoat?
I will have no shore, no friends or no body in the boat

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Nobody In The Boat

It was not me at all
How could have that much fall?
I was so resolute and brilliant
This looked something subservient

How can I look like cruel man?
I did all fine things for man and woman
How many institutions were run on charity?
They had fine display of standard and quality

I thought something had really gone wrong
The theme was entirely different from original song
The mirror had no real reflection of its own
But I was renowned man and well known

Till this time I was falsely made to believe
It was under falsehood that I presented and lived
It struck my mind that mirror is reminding me of something
It has altogether different picture for real thing

Even though I had escaped people’s attention
My conscious was there for its mention
It spoke gently when I was facing mirror
There absolutely no misjudgment or an error

The mirror was reminding me of impeding danger
I was about to face ire, rage and anger
People were trying to know about my intention
I was fool not to catch nerves and attention

Was this a stern warning to mend the ways?
Was it some signal to remind me of going away?
I thought of it and decided to shed the double life
How difficult it was to live on the edge of the knife?

It works on no particular principles
You may find many followers or disciples
But the moment their goal was over
You will be left alone to find the shield or cover

I laughed at the mirror impression
Though I was same but left me with depression
What would happen if I am dragged and made scapegoat?
I will have no shore, no friends or no body in the boat

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I'm Not The Girl, You Think I Am

why is everything you say,
turn out to be not true?
i'm not the girl who will turn her back,
i like to think of myself as the girl,
who fights back,
i'm sick of getting taken advantage of,
but in a way,
that was kind of my fault,
i allowed it to be okay,
just like i allowed myself to give up on life,
weak moment, it felt so right,
i wanted this to end,
but, than i wouldn't win,
the chance to be treated fair,
when i did everything you asked of me,
2 weeks later, there was more to do,
do you think i would give up?
thoughts come to mind,
but, i remember where it gotten me,
coming back at you stronger than ever,
because this is my life to control,
not yours to be prisoner,
i may cry when everything becomes too much,
but, it gives me the power,
to never give up my fight,
i'm going to take what i deserve,
because i've been through enough,
once we done, i want nothing to do with you,
you did me no good,
except see that all people can't be trusted,
along the way, i found who my true friends were,
that the best present i can ever ask for,
i guess things do happen for a reason,
and that god hate ugly people,
when your time comes,
he will have a payback for you,
but, for right now,
i just have to be patient.
Copyright © 2009
7-22-09

poem by Mona Martinez
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Logic vs Intuition

Premise:
All roses are flowers
Some flowers fade quickly
Some have stems smooth
Some have stems prickly

Conclusion: valid or not? (True of false)
Therefore: some roses fade quickly.

Don’t be too smug
Don’t answer to slickly
The conclusion like most
Can be answered too quickly

The correct logical conclusion
To most people is lost
For the answer in (intuitive confusion)
Is inherently and most logically… false

poem by David Whalen
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Beauty is a boring thing

Beauty is a boring thing
The silly standard to be called beautiful
Thousand typical pretty faces walking in front of me
Looks good but no more than that
The instant road to attract shallow people
It sounds pretty but nothing special to be looked at
From logical to crazy treatment to enhance your beauty
I know it is hard work to follow the fashion
But if you don’t feel happy, what is the point it could be?
Beauty is just a relative thing that certainly adored
But for me beauty is a boring thing

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Look Not At

Look not at what he or she appears
They are the same since years
Their sweet voice ring constantly in ears
They are our real brothers, sisters and neighbors

I never saw ugliness
But read only happiness
When they spoke few nice words
That was as if blessings appeared from the lords

What we all need in real journey?
When not needed wealth or money?
Few words do the real trick
When we have strong resolve to stick

What makes us to feel for outer show?
May be some irritation when it grows
For a face unfamiliar or with ugly appearance
That has been given by almighty at once

Who can undo it for any good reason?
But an individual can be nice person
Good at heart and full of compassion
That is all needed now for good relation

I used to read lovely messages
When they may speak nothing due to old age
But I catch the intention when look at
Their eyes seems full of thanks when fully set

What can be good if beautiful face turns cruel?
With nothing in store to express or tell
I love ugly people (God forbade me)
Who always love and pose no trouble

I wish to be one among
Even if they go anytime wrong
I shall cherish their inner beauty
When they speak little but with blessings from almighty

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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