bri mar Poems
'' Beauty Is In The Eyes Of The Beholder ''
You can see it and hear it, it's a sensual taste,
Yes It is truly a gift to behold,
You can touch it or smell it on our senses it's based,
Aesthetically it begins to unfold.
So what is beauty how is it defined?
Is there a right or a wrong?
What is beautiful to someone who's blind?
To who or what does it really belong?
It can be hearing a song or a voice you love,
Which proves it doesn't need to be seen,
Thinking of the joys of Heaven above,
What you love someone else will demean.
Meeting your partner for the very first time,
'' Invisible Ink ''
I've wrote a book,
Please take a look,
It will leave you feeling tense,
The critics say I'm just a crook,
As It doesn't make any sense.
They're taking fits,
The stupid gits,
How dare they slag my piece,