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Age Will Write Soul Into Face Eyes

passable beautiful is an admission
we age will not always look young
youth is a mask years time eroded

age will write soul into face eyes
true character in kind flesh smiles
hate anger ravages eats cruel faces

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Bitter hate

A girl so beautiful of kind
I met on streets long time behind.
She charmed my soul right from the start
And dunked in love my humble heart.

She was a frail silhouette
For no one easy to forget.
I liked her hair, her rosy cheek,
Her eyes in sun that made them blink,

Her arms and shoulders marble white,
Her waist, her dress that held it tight.
But something sinister would bite
My flesh and bones through me inside.

She stopped at me and in her eyes
I saw a flame, a gleam of ice.
And also seemed that it is like
Her look's a deadly viper strike.

A shining smile – deceitful though –
In eyes of mine she tried to show.
But fear made me wonder if
Her smile's a mask on face to live.

She passed along and ever since
Her shining smile with all its sins
Has put me in the right remark
With all its war, with all its dark:

– Who is behind this shining mask
A lady or a witch I ask?
She charmed me, true! And loved her straight;
She shares with me a bitter hate?

I would've liked for me to know
If she's aware that it's quite so
If she had questioned in her mind
Am I to stupid or so blind?

But the forgiveness is a chance
For every human in advance,
Remarkably, it has no bounds,
And in the ear softly sounds.

So I decided to forgive
And let my heart in a belief
That it is better to do so
Despite she hurt my spirit though.

So after all I'd like to ask,
– Who is behind that shining mask?
She charmed me, true! And loved her straight;
She shares with me a bitter hate?

poem by George Ciprian Bălan from Luceafărul de seară Botoşani (12 September 2022)
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Virginia Wolf

some will strut and some will fret
see this an hour on the stage
others will not but they'll sweat
in their hopelessness and their rage
we're all the same the men of anger
and women of the page
they published your diary
and that's how i got to know you
the key to the room of your own and a mind without end
and here's a young girl
on a kind of a telephone line through time
and the voice at the other end comes like a long lost friend
so i know i'm all right
life will come and life will go
still i feel it's all right
cause i just got a letter to my soul
and when my whole life is on the tip of my tongue
empty pages for the no longer young
the apathy of time laughs in my face
you say "each life has its place"
the hatches were battened
the thunderclouds rolled and the critics stormed
the battle surrounded the white flag of your youth
if you need to know that you weathered the storm
of cruel mortality
a hundred years later i'm sitting here living proof
so you know you're all right
(all right)
life will come and life will go
(life will come and go)
still you'll feel it's all right
(all right)
someone'll get a letter to your soul
(someone gets your soul)
when your whole life is on the tip of your tongue
empty pages for the no longer young
the apathy of time laughed in your face
did you hear me say "each life has its place"
the place where you hold me
dark in a pocket of truth
the moon had swallowed the sun and the light of the earth
and so it was for you
when the river eclipsed your life
and sent your soul like a message in a bottle to me
and it was my rebirth
so we know we're all right
(all right)
though life will come and life will go
(though life will come and life will go)
still you'll feel it's all right
(all right)
someone'll will get a letter to your soul
(someone gets your soul)
then you know you're all right
(when my whole life is on the tip of my tongue)
then you feel you're all right
(empty pages for the no longer young)
and your hear dry you eyes
(you said)
and you know it's all right
(each life has it's place)
and your hear dry your eyes
(you said)
and you know it's all right
(each life has it's place)
and it's all right
(it'll be all right)
words and music emily saliers
copyright 1992 bmi virgin music inc and godhap music (bmi

song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Virginia Woolf

Some will strut and some will fret
See this an hour on the stage
Others will not but theyll sweat
In their hopelessness and their rage
Were all the same the men of anger
And women of the page
They published your diary
And thats how I got to know you
The key to the room of your own and a mind without end
And heres a young girl
On a kind of a telephone line through time
And the voice at the other end comes like a long lost friend
So I know Im all right
Life will come and life will go
Still I feel its all right
Cause I just got a letter to my soul
And when my whole life is on the tip of my tongue
Empty pages for the no longer young
The apathy of time laughs in my face
You say each life has its place
The hatches were battened
The thunderclouds rolled and the critics stormed
The battle surrounded the white flag of your youth
If you need to know that you weathered the storm
Of cruel mortality
A hundred years later Im sitting here living proof
So you know youre all right
(all right)
Life will come and life will go
(life will come and go)
Still youll feel its all right
(all right)
Someonell get a letter to your soul
(someone gets your soul)
When your whole life is on the tip of your tongue
Empty pages for the no longer young
The apathy of time laughed in your face
Did you hear me say each life has its place
The place where you hold me
Dark in a pocket of truth
The moon had swallowed the sun and the light of the earth
And so it was for you
When the river eclipsed your life
And sent your soul like a message in a bottle to me
And it was my rebirth
So we know were all right
(all right)
Though life will come and life will go
(though life will come and life will go)
Still youll feel its all right
(all right)
Someonell will get a letter to your soul
(someone gets your soul)
Then you know youre all right
(when my whole life is on the tip of my tongue)
Then you feel youre all right
(empty pages for the no longer young)
And your hear dry you eyes
(you said)
And you know its all right
(each life has its place)
And your hear dry your eyes
(you said)
And you know its all right
(each life has its place)
And its all right
(itll be all right)

song performed by by Indigo Girls
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The Most Visible Mask

you have loved the most visible mask i have
my face

everyday, this face, tomorrow this face, yesterday
this face

you are proud of my nose, and you tell all your friends about
it
aquiline, conquest of a nose, occupying almost all parts
of your territory

not even the hands but this face
the mouth that eats you

the eyes that close when
i kiss you

the tongue that maps out
what has to be found when lost

this face, the most visible mask
inside
is the real face, the face of my mind

it is thinking something else
all these years

the invisible mask is silent
tomorrow shall be the scorn

you must bear it,
you are fond of the most visible

though not really enduring.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I want to write something beautiful

I want to write something beautiful
something about the blue of your eyes
which carves my days every time they blear

I want to write something beautiful
to got something of the sorrow of the world
the lament of the winter wind
something of the dawn of sleepless faces
and something from an autumn morning rain.

I want to write something beautiful
without the fuss of the crowded streets
without the pain of the desperate people
which howl their agonies with clamorous laughs

I want to write something beautiful
as the dreams which come true
and as a fragrance of love
wet by the waves of a winter sea.

poem by George Tzouvaras
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Maybel

Her eyes,
Eyes of a serpent,
Cruel and filled of hate.
They seemed to stare into you and pierce
to soul with their needle like daggers.
This venomous bite,
It helps you see thru the beautiful mask.
Her hair,
Hair as rich as a flame,
It frames you face in its twisted ways,
Matted and witch like blowing in the breeze.
Skin so pale,
A paper white,
She towers above you,
A sickening sight.

poem by Lauren Ellis Leung
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The Mask

You wear a mask upon your face
So people wont know of your sin and disgrace
Or of the things that you have said and done
And of the life you have ended and then again begun.
You cover up your lines and all of your tears
So no one can see the worries and your fears
Or of the anger and the hate that's on your face
So upon your face a mask you did paste.
But I wonder if anyone really does know
The color of your cheeks or the shape of your nose
Or the saddened bags underneath your eyes
From the guilt you felt from the tears of your lies.
And when you meet people I wonder do they stare
Maybe they think to themselves, who is really behind there
But then you don't care what people might say or ask
As you can conceal all, when you wear your mask.
And so that mask you will wear till your dying days
As it will become you in so many very different ways
But one day in death your mask it will then be removed
Then man and all will stand in sadness, as they see the real you.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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Love

Your love transfixes me
It takes me to a place of love and peace

Where it is only you and me
When no one can say it's forbidden

Your love is like a rose
Beautiful yet tough

When i tell you i love you
I look straight into your eyes

I let our souls come together
So they can intertwine

When i see your beautiful face
I smile and my heart skips a beat

Your love is like no other
It's stronger then any other

It's passionate and sincere
It's truly amazing

Your love is like the moon
It never fades and never strays

It's bright so i can look into your eyes
To see your sould and not only your flesh

Our love is envied by many
Only a few believes it's true

Some say it's only young love
Some say it's true

Our love is as bright as the sun
It's warm and vibrant

Our love is a commitment and not only a feeling
To death do us part

This love i have for you is one of a kind
Like a spade of a heart

Our love is calming to the soul
It never causes an up roar

It's like the ocean
Over a beautiful sunset

Our love is kind and from the heart
Never from the mind

Since the mind is a chaotic place
The hear seems to stay at bay

My love for you is always and forever
It will never weaken but only get stronger

I have a metal heart
and your the only one that has the key

My love is like a meadow of the prettiest flowers
They never die but always bloom

In the spring and in the winter
The love i have for you is what keeps them alive

My love for you is like a child
Caring and honest

It's playful and energetic
Like the energizer bunny

My love is only meant for you
You're the reason i'm here

Your the reason i breathe
Your the reason i love

poem by Brandi Young
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Because the mask is your face, the face is a mask, so I'm thinking of the face as a mask because of the way I see faces is coming from an African vision of the mask which is the thing that we carry around with us, it is our presentation, it's our front, it's our face.

quote by Faith Ringgold
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The Right Mask

One night a poem came up to a poet
From now on, it said, you must wear a mask.
What kind of mask? asked the poet.
A rose mask, said the poem.
I've used it already, said the poet,
I've exhausted it.
Then wear the mask that's made out of
a nightingale's song, use that mask.
Oh, it's an old mask, said the poet,
it's all used up.
Nonsense, said the poem, it's the perfect mask,
still, try on the god mask,
now that mask illuminates heaven.
It's a tight mask, said the poet,
and the stars crawl about in it like ants.
Then try on the troubador's mask, or the singer's mask,
try on all the popular masks.
I have, said the poet, but they fit so easily.

The poem was getting impatient,
it stamped its feet like a child,
it screamed. Then try on your own face,
try the one mask that terrifies,
the mask only you could possibly use,
the mask only you could wear out.

The poet tore at his face til it bled,
this mask? he yelled, this mask?
Yes, said the poem, yes.

But the poet was tired of masks,
he had lived too long with them,
he snatched at the poem and stuck it in his face.
Its screams were muffled, it wept, it tried to be lyrical,
it wriggled into his eyes and mouth.

Next day his friends were afraid of him,
he looked so distorted.
Now it's the right mask, said the poem, the right mask.
It clung to him lovingly and never let go again.

poem by Brian Patten
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Lost

Walked home tonight through the streets
Where we all came of age
Buildings still the same but the faces
Now seem so strange
Though its been so many years
Since I saw your face
I still think about you all the time
But you left no trace
Where are you now?
Do you have somebody to love you?
Where are you now?
Could it be that you're thinking about me too
I'd give anything to see you again
I'd give anything to see you again
No-one else
Could come close
To your Memory
I'd give anything to see you again
Do you still believe in the Faith
That burned inside of us
Is your soul like a stone like our friends
Eroded to dust
Though it's been so many years
Since I heard your voice
One question still remains
Did you make the choice?
This town has watched us rise and fall
To famine and to fame
Won't gain the World to lose my soul
Could you still say the same?

song performed by by Quench
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I Hate You.

I hate the way you dress
I hate that you are a mess
I hate your eyes
I hate your lies.

I hate it when you talk
I hate the way you walk
I hate your smile
I hate your style.

I hate your arms
I hate your charms
I hate your face
I hate your place.

I hate your hands
I hate your plans
I hate the way you think
I hate it when you drink.

I hate when you call
I hate it all
I hate it that you are true
I hate you when I’m blue.

I hate you when you sleep
I hate you very deep
I hate the way you kiss
I hate to be like this.

I hate your touch
I hate you much
I hate myself more
I hate that’s you I adore.

I hate, I don’t hate you a bit
I hate, I will have to admit
I don’t hate you, Not even small
I don’t hate you at all.

poem by Patricia Perez
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Crystal Clear Blue Eyes

He’s always had
crystal clear
blue eyes;
I always thought
somehow they represented
the clarity of his character.
Youth now faded
along with hair; teeth,
perhaps a bit of the sharpness
of memory,
but
behind those eyes
there still lies
a genuine heart,
a man of strength,
honesty; good character.
Maybe it’s true after all,
that the eyes
are the window
of the soul.

poem by Carolyn Brunelle
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Faces and layers of faces

At first, this is the face I will show you
Shallow, thin, smooth
Then we feel each other, like some kind of
New found friends, I
Take another layer, and tell you, this is my face,
Some scars, and lines of age, and furrows,
Then we write many emails, and remember
Common things, like a certain familiarity,
Another layer is taken and exposed,
The face of a sick man, with some
Disappointments in his mind,
Some wounds, wrinkles, and so you
Think, are there other layers of faces still
To show,
Deeper, deeper is there another layer to show
Another face of this man?
Yes, there is another layer, more faces
Hidden underneath each layer,
As we go on, learning from ourselves,
And me learning from myself,
I will be digging for more faces,
Because I am never static
I am growing, and for each growth
Like molting
Another face comes out

Soon, I hope, I must come out
With the most beautiful face
The we can be both proud of,

It is just a matter of time
Depending on how well you have loved me.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Thirteen

At first, this is the face I will show you
Shallow, thin, smooth
Then we feel each other, like some kind of
New found friends, I
Take another layer, and tell you, this is my face,
Some scars, and lines of age, and furrows,
Then we write many emails, and remember
Common things, like a certain familiarity,
Another layer is taken and exposed,
The face of a sick man, with some
Disappointments in his mind,
Some wounds, wrinkles, and so you
Think, are there other layers of faces still
To show,
Deeper, deeper is there another layer to show
Another face of this man?
Yes, there is another layer, more faces
Hidden underneath each layer,
As we go on, learning from ourselves,
And me learning from myself,
I will be digging for more faces,
Because I am never static
I am growing, and for each growth
Like molting
Another face comes out

Soon, I hope, I must come out
With the most beautiful face
The we can be both proud of,

It is just a matter of time
Depending on how well you have loved me

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Like an unchecked cancer, hate corrodes the personality and eats away its vital unity. Hate destroys a man's sense of values and his objectivity. It causes him to describe the beautiful as ugly and the ugly as beautiful, and to confuse the true with the false and the false with the true.

quote by Martin Luther King
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Boo to Buddha

So it is eighteen years,
Helena, since we met!
A season so endears,
Nor you nor I forget
The fresh young faces that once clove
In that most fiery dawn of love.

We wandered to and fro,
Who knew not how to woo,
Those eighteen years ago,
Sweetheart, when I and you
Exchanged high vows in heaven's sight
That scarce survived a summer's night.

What scourge smote from the stars
What madness from the moon?
That night we broke the bars
Was quintessential June,
When you and I beneath the trees
Bartered our bold virginities.

Eighteen -years, months, or hours?
Time is a tyrant's toy!
Eternal are the flowers!
We are but girl and boy
Yet -since love leapt as swift to-night
As it had never left the light!

For fiercer from the South
Still flames your cruel hair,
And Trojan Helen's mouth
Still not so ripe and rare
As Helena's -nor love nor youth
So leaps with lust or thrills with truth.

Helena, still we hold
Flesh firmer, still we mix
Black hair with hair as gold.
Life has but served to fix
Our hearts; love lingers on the tongue,
And who loves once is always young.

The stars are still the same;
The changeful moon endures;
Come without fear or shame,
And draw my mouth to yours!
Youth fails, however flesh be fain;
Manhood and womanhood attain.

Life is a string of pearls,
And you the first I strung.
You left -first flower of girls! -
Life lyric on my tongue,
An indefatigable dance,
An inexhaustible romance!

Blush of love's dawn, bright bud
That bloomed for my delight,
First blossom of my blood,
Burn in that blood to-night!
Helena, Helena, fiercely fresh,
Your flesh flies fervent to my flesh.

What sage can dare impugn
Man's immortality?
Our godhead swims, immune
From death and destiny.
Ignored the bubble in the flow
Of love eighteen short years ago!

Time -I embrace all time
As my arm rings your waist.
Space -you surpass, sublime,
As, taking me, we taste
Omnipotence, sense slaying sense,
Soul slaying soul, omniscience.

poem by Aleister Crowley
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Face May Not

Face may not reveal at all
You may be inviting imminent fall
It is evasive illusion spread around
With naked eyes it is never found

Silence cuts no much ice
Sadness may reveal no break of promises
Tears in eyes may speak nothing
Bubbles appear in water to say something

We pick nothing worthwhile and fall to trap
There are wide differences in perception with gaps
We take precautions wrongly and get deception
As we trust more and falter from the inception

Face may look so innocent
It may be hiding with lots of unsaid comments
Why do we cheat others and rejoice?
Keep wearing mask over head and feel so nice

So sometimes hard faces turn mild
They appear rude and cruel but turn very kind
They speak harsh but flow with kind words
Not advise you to fall back but move forward

It has to camouflage so many things
Sometimes to be retained without any dig
It should never surface on the face
It may become known and create problem in such case

Any how face is in fact a true mirror
It may speak of any fault or error
You may find it hard to contain
Calm posture is very difficult to maintain

Only the shroud person may survive
He may hold it for long and strive
For good and healthy relation
And at the same time give no indication

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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If Only I Could Write A Beautiful Poem

If only I could write a beautiful love poem
I would write it special and only to you
If only I could write a beautiful love poem
So that we will forever remain so very very true
If only I could write a beautiful love poem
With more than a goodness like something new
If only I could write a beautiful love poem
Like the everlasting stay of the sky so blue
If only I could write a beautiful love poem
I would pray to God
If only I could write a beautiful love poem
I would work very hard for the Lord
If only I could write a beautiful love poem
With happiness the remain all through the year
f only I could write a beautiful love poem
Knowing that you will be very near
If only I could write a beautiful love poem
One so very very true
If only I could write a beautiful love poem
I would write it just for you

poem by Douglas Carter
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Shakespeare in Love

To me my beauty you never shall be old,
Though Time shall scourge your fragile shield of flesh;
I balm those wounds as Time's cruel lash does scold,
And heal his welts, your loveliness refreshed;
For in my love are herbs of powers rare
Restoring as harsh Time does take away,
My eyes, your mirror, chastening your despair,
Reflecting forth you've aged not yet a day;
Take comfort then within this frame of youth:
You radiate impervious to decay;
Wise Men well know this immortal truth:
Time captures not true lovers in its sway;
Your beauty is the kindness of your soul,
And goodness ages not as Time unfolds.

poem by David McLansky
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