Art

Gratitude is the best attitude.

Art
is the hand

That reaches into
the deep pit of beauty

To bring about
our deepest pleasure.

Lazarus Shatipamba

© 2019 The Poets Peace

A Philosophical Poem about Beauty

Hey guys, hope you’re having a fantastic Friday.

I just wanted to take the time out to share a poem i wrote several months ago just when i started taking this poetry thing seriously.

The quality isn’t the greatest but i hope you enjoy it because i certainly do.

Here it is below

Brandon Booth Ballad

Image by Varun Kulkarni from Pixabay

Motivation is what gets you started. Habit is what keeps you going.

Jim Ryun


Brandon Booth braved his way up the top of The Tower
Just to set his gaze upon Mr's. Roothe in her shower.
He risked falling and breaking all his bones
To have a sneak peek at her naked body.

When Brandon Booth got to the top of The Tower
He had his camera out, ready to capture her
Though he risked falling and breaking all his bones
By running before she could catch any sight of him.

Brandon Booth thought himself safe when he sneaked
Off The Tower without Mr's. Roothe having peeked
Him risking falling and breaking his bones
That are already brittle with the weight of age.

But Mr's. Roothe, clad only in the towel of her rage
Descended the tower steps far too quickly
She risked falling and breaking her bones
Just to change the course of his history.

Brandon Booth thought himself safe after he peeked.
But Mr's Roothe spoke to the cameras, and they snitched.
So she dialed the police and they drove him to a jail
Where he will spend the next twelve months of his life.

Brandon Booth did not think he'd go to jail,
But the Judge did not even grant him bail
So now he has to risk broken bones
Having been placed in the same cell as Mr. Roothe.

© 2019 The Poets Peace

Who has been?

WHO!!!!!

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has been to the GARDEN OF BEAUTY?

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Surely not I
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Who hath not an eye
That on beauty may spy?

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Perhaps thou
Hath peeked through thy windows
And seen beauty's soul??

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Shall you ever be whole again?

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© 2019 The Poets Peace


If your actions inspire others to dream more, learn more, do more, and become more, you are a leader.


John Quincy Adams