Jasmine has flawles skin
I am so jealous!
Pale and perfect
With a faint golden sheen.
Young skin--so rich so soft so moist
I am so envious!
Not one blemish
No pimples, beauty marks, birth reminders.
I wish I had that skin!
Skin, skin
God's final touch
Gift wrapping his creation
Before Adams' dazzled eyes.
Why don't I have that skin?
Water drops glide happily
Admiring flies ski on it
Eager fingers want to write
Promises and lies on it.
It is destined for love
Oh how I yearn to be
Superficial and skin deep!
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Author:
Berthold Lippel (
Offline) - Published: May 29th, 2016 20:17
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Comments1
Seriously BERT? I write Poetry for Kids,You write Poetry for Teens!!
Which,Damn,I like....
Dear New Friend! You have me all wrong. I did not say that you write Poetry for Kids. I meant--and maybe not made clear--that your poetry with its singing rhythms restores to the adult reader the joyous echos of childhood--and secretly slips in its message. An accomplishment! My poetry is influenced by my people photography--to try and capture a scene or a moment or a person in words. Did you ever wish to have perfect skin? But of course you do now,,,,Bur damn...thanks for liking it....
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