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Subject: Poem I read at the slam Author: hulachickie (april) [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 17:53:40 03/16/05 Wed Invisible Beauty Have you ever seen the world around you? No. I mean, REALLY looked about you? Colors surround us everywhere we go While most of us don’t seem to care It is only recently that I’ve noticed beauty All of its hues, textures, things left unnoticed by preoccupied beings hustling and bustling about their days never noticing the tranquil blue of the lake or the yellow of spring’s first flower We need to see beauty For all else means nothing Jobs, exams, money, stress All just distractions from the true meaning of life Red yellow orange pink blue purple green Colors are everywhere We should accept and see them For they make life interesting It is love that has revealed them to me The blue of his eyes The blond of his hair The way I look at him While he has no clue I exist Or is it because I stop to see them To take the longer way back when I check the mail By watching the fish in the lake glide by Living their own lives In their own little world Do fish stop to smell the sea weed? For they seem to be biding their time They set better examples for us than we do For they know where beauty truly lies Within the soul Within the beholder’s eye Or perhaps Within the blue of the lake [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date koments on the poem, and the slam Ted 19:23:07 03/17/05 Thu