Strongest People
Strongest people...
they are the ones
wearing beautiful smiles
on their wrinkled faces.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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My People
The night is beautiful,
So the faces of my people.
The stars are beautiful,
So the eyes of my people.
Beautiful, also, is the sun.
Beautiful, also, are the souls of my people.
poem by Langston Hughes
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I'm an actor who they said was wrinkled and balding and everything else when I was in my early 30's. Most of the people who wrote that who thought they were younger than me are now bald and wrinkled.
quote by Jack Nicholson
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Faces
Key:-a - anita r - ray
A: look around you
What do those faces tell you?
R: faces, joy and pain
A: faces
All around different faces I see
Some are happy, some in misery
They express joy and pain
No two faces are the same.
R: people, people all over town
Some of them are poor and others wear a crown
Ive seen alot of many faces
Joy and pain in different places
Open your mind, set yourself free
Figure it out, what could it be?
Sympathise, understand
Give love and peace to the other fellow man
A: faces
R: faces, joy and pain
A: look around you
Do you see those faces
What do those faces tell you
A: everywhere I go, different faces I see
A: faces
All around different faces I see
Some are happy, some in misery
They express joy and pain
No two faces are the same.
R: playing with your life, playing with your soul
You all scream out Im the one in control
Killing of the colours, silly stupid games
You know who you are without no names
Dont mess the world cause that the sequal
Open your mind cause we talking about the people
In the world, all kind of places
Different races, different faces
A: different faces
Everywhere
song performed by by 2 Unlimited
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Parking Team
This is where I want to be
Standing in the coldness of winter
Standing in the hotness of summer
Directing traffic
Seeing smiles
Hearing the laughter of children
Seeing the golf cart come by
Full of laughing kids
Seeing the smiles on their faces when the cart comes
That’s what I love about the parking team!
The way I’m able to help everyone brings a smile to my face
I see familiar faces when I drive the golf cart
Those faces, those smiles, those people is what keeps me going
I enjoy every moment on the team
From putting on my vest to calling it a night
I live for those moments
During those times, that’s when I shine
I never let my glow leave
I have fun with parking
Even standing in the rain… it’s fun
This is something that I long to do every week
It’s just for less than four hours
But it’s the best part of my week
I find parking a challenge
You never know what is on its way
It could be a new spot or it could be a new route
Whatever the challenge, I will take it
I will take it and be the best
Nothing and no one will stand in my way
poem by Laura Carie Dalton
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Born Cantata
Born to enjoy nature
Born to swim in the body of Elora Gorge
With a life jacket of course
Born to sing songs to people and Mother nature
Born to try different foods
Born to be living among different cultures
Born to shine
Bor to write how I feel from inside out
Born to have my own style of clothes
Born to dream about cars on fire one night
Born to dream about tricycle the second night
Born to wear a bandana
Born to dream about indian ladies wearing sahris and Muslin wearing Jihrads that cover their face
Why do they hide their beautiful faces?
Is it because they are trying to hide their identity
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Missing Home
there are stars above
i used to love them
yet now they seem not bright
they are not the stars back home
i can feel the brezze
ye i cannot taste the sweetness
there are no ffelings
of tenderness
it is not the brezze
i used to smell
i see faces wearing
smiles almost every second
yet i am not delighted
they are not the smiles coming
from the lips of my beloved
i can hear voices coming
from the hills and vales
but they lack the melody
they are not the songs
of my hills and dales
of the place i used to roam
..oh i terribly miss
my home sweet home
poem by Villiamor Calventas
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World Of Clowns
People who cover their true faces with makeup
People who act totally different from who they really are
People who are bad actors, but good performers
People who don't take things seriously
People who have fake sense of humor to replace their hurts
People who live fake lives to impress the audience around us
People who are masters at doing tricks to give false leads to the most attentive watchers
People who fall down again and again just to get the reaction
People who laugh even though there's no more smiles in them
People who have a fear of themselves
We
Are
A
World
of
Clowns
poem by Hope Denton
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I am in crazy in love with Girls
It amazing how life is transformed sometimes
I don’t know whether it because of the changing of the season
But let me tell something interesting
When I was young I could pay no interest that there are people who are beautiful
As soon as I grew up I had people talking to me
They say what a beautiful child am I.
But today I am old
As long as I could see I could see that there people who are beautiful
Next to me I sit along a beautiful girl both left and right
Even the room where we are is beautiful
That is the way why I offer a smile to each and everyone for the first time
I can see the reason why I lick my finger no more
It because such nice people give a warm welcome baby
Yes they can say what ever wrong to me but I think I must forgive them
It because they are beautiful –ladies
Beautiful ladies
It because they are beautiful –ladies
Beautiful ladies
It because they are beautiful –ladies
Beautiful ladies
It because they are beautiful –ladies
Beautiful ladies
Wooo hhooh woo huhu hugh
poem by Mthokozisi Ntokozo Maphumulo
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They Miss You
there is always that feeling
of wanting to go
somewhere
rushing
*
only to be overtaken
by that feeling
of wanting to go back
again
to the same place where
you just left
a moment
ago
*
simply because
they miss you
& you miss them too
*
that is never a
matter that you
complicate
like some jigsaw
puzzle spread on
the table
&
you piece them
together looking
for your face and
the faces that
surround you in the
background of
everything
love and loving
loved & be
loved in return
bliss
& overjoy
are the hands
that now gather
the pieces
fit them together
with tenderness
until the picture is complete
all faces wearing
smiles telling you
welcome home honey
we always love you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Before MOU
Holding the glass of champagne,
Wearing the ill fitting costume,
Once stingy, now the philanthropist,
Walking on the red carpet,
Rubbing the shoulders with,
Shoulders that need mirth,
Parties of the pollens,
Need the flowers and the buds stolen,
Excited nerves send wrong signals,
Beauty and virility flashed their smiles,
Eyes are met, notoriety is shared,
Recently ironed skin looks smoother,
And fools the viewers envier,
The wrinkled ones get jitters,
Drooling over the youngsters,
Want to put their signatures,
At the expense of our future.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Transformative Smiles
I noticed something
interesting about
grumpy sad people.
I make eye contact
with reaching heartfelt
sincere warmth smiles.
Immediately flashes
like golden rays
of sun beautiful smiles.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I like bringing smiles to people's faces.
quote by Jai Rodriguez
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Purgatory
Beautiful people - got their beautiful lives - got their
Beautiful husbands - got their beautiful wives - got their
Beautiful bankers - got their beautiful lawyers
All things bright and beautiful
The beautiful people are sent to destroy us
Beautiful people - got their beautiful kids - got their
Beautiful schools where the beautiful other half live - got their
Beautiful futures in their beautiful professions
All things bright and beautiful
The beautiful people got the money for the lessons
I'm living in purgatory - I know what purgatory is
This ain't no sanctuary - This ain't no way to live
You gotta have a sense of humour - you gotta know how to laugh at it
Cos, I'm living in Purgatory 'n anything's better than this
Beautiful people got their beautiful clothes - got their
Beautiful mansions - down their beautiful country roads - got their
Beautiful Doctors - in their beautiful surgeries
All things bright and beautiful
The beautiful people like a little privacy
I'm living in purgatory - I know what purgatory is
This ain't no sanctuary - This ain't no way to live
You gotta have a sense of humour - you gotta know how to laugh at it
Cos, I'm living in Purgatory 'n anything's better than this
Beautiful losers on their beautiful estates got their
beautiful job centres on the beautiful welfare wait and wait
Beautiful dreamers - out of their beautiful skulls
All things are bright and beautiful
As long as they're beautiful, people stay beautiful.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
I'm living in purgatory - I know what purgatory is
This ain't no sanctuary - This ain't no way to live
You gotta have a sense of humour - you gotta know how to lau
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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Beauty Has Many Faces
To tell her she is beautiful is not that hard to say
And 'twill only make her feel good about herself and help to make her day
She may even blush a little and say that's not really true
But thank you for the compliment it is so sweet of you.
She may not be good looking and she may be getting old
But she is a marvellous person and she has a heart of gold
Beauty has many faces an old man once told me
And often the greatest beauty is the beauty one can't see.
A woman may look beautiful but visual beauty sometimes lie
And often the greatest beauty escapes the naked eye
When someone says she's a beautiful person he may not even mean
That she's attractive looking a nubile beauty queen.
Beauty has many faces her hair may be turning gray
But she is a beautiful person though her beauty hid away
She helps out other people and good causes she embrace
And there is more to beauty than a young and pretty face.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Narcissus
I met this Narcissus one night
in a party tendered by
this Endymion
and there are Adonises
meeting us in smiles and
masculine grace,
and they all speak of beauty
and how these flesh
that attract must be preserved
and rejuvenated
the mirrors in the room
rejoice
they look at their faces
and they all mutually admire
each
then i stop to ask them
why can't they love the other
the lonely and the challenged ones
of this society?
they look inside their eyes
and feel the love they all have
for themselves
the beautiful faces that only them
their eyes can love
this is what i call real ugliness.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Smiles and Laughter
Smiling faces beam of summer warmth
Greeting of jokes and cordial words
Handshakes from outstretched hands
Kisses from pursed lips of pretty faces
Are the greeting from our friends
And melt any coolness of the heart
Loneliness of previous years
Fade like forgotten memories
Friendship is a beautiful thing
Something that can never be replaced
No sorrow, no sadness to furrow the brow
Only smiles and laughter surround us now
(8 May 2003)
poem by David Harris
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Modern Parable
The evil one
believes that he alone
lives in paradise.
He sees his gold and marble halls
fat tables groaning under
feasts unshared,
worships the idol
in the mirror
and he smiles.
The saint, meanwhile,
labors in hot vineyards,
wipes brows burned by
the risen sun,
creases the fertile earth
and with wrinkled hands
fills the bowls
of the poor,
and God smiles.
poem by Steven Federle
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Beautiful (4/14/2010)
Beautiful you, beautiful me,
Beautiful us,
Every time we walk there
Always a beautiful sun.
We have a beautiful daughter,
Beautiful house.
Everyone see us as
Beautiful people.
I never thought I would be with a
Beautiful man.
It a beautiful day please won’t
You stay my beautiful man.
poem by juggalette Tiffany ann
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The World Is a Beautiful Place
The world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don't mind happiness
not always being
so very much fun
if you don't mind a touch of hell
now and then
just when everything is fine
because even in heaven
they don't sing
all the time
The world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don't mind some people dying
all the time
or maybe only starving
some of the time
which isn't half bad
if it isn't you
Oh the world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don't much mind
a few dead minds
in the higher places
or a bomb or two
now and then
in your upturned faces
or such other improprieties
as our Name Brand society
is prey to
with its men of distinction
and its men of extinction
and its priests
and other patrolmen
and its various segregations
and congressional investigations
and other constipations
that our fool flesh
is heir to
Yes the world is the best place of all
for a lot of such things as
making the fun scene
and making the love scene
and making the sad scene
and singing low songs and having inspirations
and walking around
looking at everything
and smelling flowers
and goosing statues
and even thinking
and kissing people and
making babies and wearing pants
and waving hats and
dancing
and going swimming in rivers
on picnics
in the middle of the summer
and just generally
'living it up'
Yes
but then right in the middle of it
comes the smiling
mortician
poem by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
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