Faking It

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Letting my hair down

is hard with an afro, but

braided and ready for bed

works. Make-up was never

an obligatory thing.

Oh, a bit of lipstick

mostly  kept the mouth

moist.

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I hide from people I know

and don't like that much.

I hide from people I am

supposed to love; feeling

instead wicked version

of blandness.
  
I look at pictures of people

who are dead and wonder: Could

I have loved you more? The
answer is out there moldering

and turning to ashes or yellowing

along edges, like a torn and cracked

photo hard to look at.

  
allets
07-26-15
654p

  

 

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KindredSpirit's picture

Like it KS

Like it

KS

bishu's picture

Nice to read this Respected Lovely Fare Madam SLC :)

A potato of the human size

Picked by a lady so wise

She painted it glittery white

Till it shone even in dim light

She drew two peanut lips

Alas the potato had no hips

Yet she's now a star on earth

SLC your poem has some girth


~Best wishes from a cracked potato- sans- lipstick aka cauliflower pssst.. Lipstick on ladies looks nice !!! Long ago I had a poem on lipstick which you commented on.. http://www.postpoems.org/authors/bishu/poem/967781 It is a keepsake even now. Your tutoring makes me go vroom 2060 seems so far away. My bags are packed and ready for the long trip.... to.. unowhere Laughing


©bishu 

 

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uknowwho

wrote a poem for whatshername and she is so honored. Yes, my bags are packed, I put stuff in, take stuff out, put other stuff in - but all I really need is pen and paper for uknowwhere. I am so glad I found postpoems online...so many wondrous writers here, including uknowwho :D
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czjustanemptyhead's picture

Poignant write Very thought

Poignant write Very thought provoking it really spoke to me. Thank you for posting it.

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Posted Poem

From time to time I infuse a poem with a piece of me - this one reflects a lot of experience - glad you found it thought inducing - which is the point, right? :D ~allets~


 

 

czjustanemptyhead's picture

Of course it's the point.

Of course it's the point. It's just finding something pointy enough and strong enough to get through my thick skull. lol...

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Poems With Points

Hmmmm.... no, yes, do I? Is it? Yep, I feel a poem comin' on:
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Like jacks, if you press
too hard the hand
imprints little points
like five fingered stars.
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Purposeful and sharp
like a keep blade
honed and honed
until no one will
touch it, even the chef.
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There are razors
and scalpels, but the poet
will slice, dice, and mince
the mind to imagination
dust with a mere quill.
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Lady A
08-03-15
1127p
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