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VANITY

  Vanity: A cure for certain types of melancholy  I get through each day Doing it exactly my way I try to maintain Honor and dignity. With a spirit that's carefree. It does sooth the pain At least mentally. I don’t always have control And I may be "stricken" and getting old …older But my fires haven’t gotten colder. When all is said and done I’m a handsome son –of -a - gun I do still have what it takes To make a heart  or two ache. Vanity Is a cure for certain types of  melancholy. It is the fuel injection That gets me passed Another rejection. Not really a sin. We all know The real show Is within I only wish they all  could see The beauty inside of me. 
— Geremia, May 10, 2009

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Geremia

Geremia

17 years 1 month ago

Thanks

J.B. Longo-Geremia It shold have read: a heart OR two" Joe
Kailashana

Kailashana

17 years 1 month ago

There is nothing your poet

There is nothing your poet heart can hide. And your gaze tells me far more than you'll ever know. Vanity thy name is mediocrity, a sin of which I am profoundly guilty. It's hard as hell to be me. Much love, Anna "No one shall be subjected to torture or to cruel, inhuman or degrading treatment of punishment." Article 6 of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights.
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

17 years 1 month ago

You son-of-a-gun you Longobardolino

You son-of-a-gun, you. Good to hear you riding your 'high horse' again. Good to see that melancholy is not your only name. Good to hear that you are still game and don't let those furies quell your own fires and inner beauty. That gets me passed ( could it be past?- not sure of the meaning just here) Another rejection. Happy to read this poem Ann of Norway