Beauty

 "Beauty" by Luke Daley

Beauty is a special thing
So many seem to chase
It turns many a pocket bare
Dejects many a face

To many its a lifelong goal
They never seem to find
The gold the mirror nearly shows
Is fools-gold of the mind

To many beauty is a face
Symmetric, clear & fair
A demure poise, a daint hand
A golden wave of hair

The draping layers of a gown
Shoe-tips peeking through
The flash of pendants hung on ears
A gaudy, screaming hue

Rows of bottles line the wall
Of different shape and size
Endless potions, powders, creams
For noses, lips & eyes

Beauty it would seem, to most
Is something sold & bought
The almighty dollar whispers lies
Vanity is sought

This beauty is a hteful thing
It tears the mind apart
Is beauty only found inside
The breaking of a heart?

Vanity’s grip can never show
The dollar never tell
Real beauty is outside ourselves
Away from Glamorous hell

The unfurling of a flower bright
The sun shining on dew
A crystal sea where dolphins play
When skies are deepest blue

Deserts where the red sand burns
The heat-wave rivers flow
Mountains growing into air
Watching earth below

White horses dancing on the plain
Like wave-caps flecked with foam
The wind blowing across your face
When sunset calls you home

A newborn calf on tiny legs
His mother by his side
The moon on silver waters still
Lifting the rising tide

Beautiful are things we find
In earth, in sky, in sea
Beauty does not lie skin deep
It sets tired spirits free

Beauty is in the world around
Each small thing plays its role
The mirror maims
Fears selfish flames
Man’s ‘beauty’ chains the soul

The poem on the right is Luke’s favourite poem.  Rightfully so!  It’s awesome!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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*claps* Bravo. Bravo. I ordinarily tell people straight to their face when they write shit, so this means a lot, believe me. Bravo.

Oh, I say! I do believe I’ve made first note. And second! Dare I try third? … Naw. I’ll leave it for someone else.

Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.

May 24, 2005

thats really good. awesome boy you have. lol

May 24, 2005

RYN: OOOOH< you should listen everything by Rufus, anything is good. (the bestsongs are: dinner at eight, oh what a world, i don't know what it is, 14th street, the art teacher, cruising…) ah, man, all of his songs are great. Mick

May 24, 2005

wow…I’m definately not a poetry person, but that is one awesome poem. Did your boyfriend Luke right it? I definately agree with some parts of its message…I especially liked the dollar and vanity stanza, quite neat

that was a very good poem. 🙂 RYN: yeah I love you too, i love most of my australian OD friends. Melbourne definitely had a lasting effect on me – and then there was Noel, who I didn’t meet there (but I should’ve, see last paragraph of my entry) but is from there; and a ton of stuff reminds me of him or his sister Noni or their mum Robin. You should definitely go to Melbourne! Ooo better idea…

… if you decide not to go, then you HAVE to go when I get enough money to go back there. Which’ll probably be next spring… er… i mean autumn? yeah anyways I’m done with uni Winter Quarter so by my Spring I’ll be able to go back there. And I can show you around, and you’ll know someone – even if we haven’t met in person. But yeah you should just go now, since you’ve been talking about going.

May 24, 2005

lol. okay enough notes from me. hope your holidays go well. take care! ♥

May 26, 2005

hey…i liked that, it was really well-written, subtly powerful (if that even exists?:P) and has a great flow to it. tell luke good on ‘im!:P hope ur keepin well. enjoy ur 3 mths of winter!:)

May 30, 2005

That really is a great poem, and like someone said before me, I too am not a huge poetry fan, and therefore I am more critical of everything that deals with poetry. I do have to say your boyfriend can write well.. Tell him to keep up the good work, because writing is the one thing that no one can attack. Writing is the way of life.. tell him to own it for me. James