There is no such thing as perfect.
Only true beauty.
Plastic parts within the human body.
That's not pretty, that's plastic.
Steel monsters ruling the land.
Those are not buildings, those are rulers.
Dead animal corpses littering the road, ivory gone.
That is not death, that is slaughter.
We've come to think the man made thing is perfect.
There is not such a word.
The person who gives them self to those around.
That is beauty.
Humble buildings of earth and hard work.
Those are homes.
One's deathbed of time or of a greater plan.
This is death.
So many times do we wish to create something glamorous and look to society to inspire.
All one must do is look outside their window.
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Behold the ink of God, for this is his creation.
A contest entry
- God's handwriting. .. by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended June 17, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Nature is overlooked....
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Yes..this is also the part of this life..and you brought this truth here ..thank you so much for entering my contest.....
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I know that it doesn't take one's breath away, but so many need to hear these words. I thank you for reading and hosting such a contest. I'm sure I could have wrote something swooning with imagrey, but I stripped it down to the bare truth.
Thanks again for reading.
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