Liza Sud


I Have Beautiful Hands, - Poem by Liza Sud

I have beautiful hands,
I have beautiful legs,
I have beautiful ass,
And that is not yet all, friends!

How beautiful is my soul -
flying somewhere to the stars,
Well, let it fly as it goes:
We will speak about us.

On my face, I forgot -
On my face, I'm frightening,
But I can lie down on my tummy:
You will understand - what is what.

I wrote totally with no rhyme -
is it what you really want?
Do you want to rhyme - go...ck,
And without rhyme - to me row!


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  • Kelly Kurt (9/22/2015 7:47:00 PM)


    My face is less than horrible
    my hands are rough and thick
    my legs are pale from lack of sun
    Don't get me started on my ass
    But my soul too is lovely
    it sits beside all men
    Rhyme is over rated
    intent translates.

    Peace
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  • Ari Alsio (9/22/2015 4:01:00 PM)


    The nightingale sings there 's nest
    the worry out as keep the rest
    without worrying about the birds sing
    is not in the country wing
    we fly high in full sail
    because we do not like the gales
    get up early to the whole crew for birds
    which is in flow warm
    happy can looks, who are a harm
    life is good, when the bird do all that well
    then you can hear life a bell.

    yours Ari
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 22, 2015


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