Appearance

Wickedly he smiled at all shores,
My mind slipped from another cord.
His cigars with fog of horrors
And his posture of a king’s clan.
Where his shadow casted
Was proclaimed his kingdom.
And his mane wavered with a chaotic roar.
Though such mighty was this Man of Steel,
Such Aura had his Glare,
His words were empty of truth
And his soul lacked a character.
It’s all in the core they say,
I’ve been of bad fortune then
Only have been treated cold
Valour though his appearance shades
Shallow is his Soul.

12 August 2016
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About a Man.

Couldn’t claim him foolish,
For wit was placed on the edge of his  eye.
Old charm eloquent speaker
Had salty remarks dusting his pride.

Clever Dainty gestures for ladies,
Sombre Stately frowns for life.
Indifferent was this Man of Concrete,
And different was his high.

Prestige lay open in his chest
And orderly was his laugh.
A similar taste had his stare,
None could escape his vision fair.

I had but only a single charm,
Of a weak stature and poor dime,
A humble request with an enduring shine.
An only smile to match his pride…….

12August2016