Best Poems About / On MIRROR
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Mirror, Mirror, Bloody Fibber
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Can't you show me tall and slim?
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Must I look so bloody grim?
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
You're distorting my poor waist!
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
And why the heck am I defaced?
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Why have I a double chin?
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
And what's the stupid, goofy grin?
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Pointless asking Whos the fairest?
More bloody likely, 'Whos the queerest?
Now look, I paid a big bucks for thee,
So why cant you be nice to me?
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Whos the fairest of them all?
Me, you say? Ah, that's better
Mirror, mirror, bloody fibber!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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Mirror mirror make me slimmer
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The Mirror Struggled
The mirror struggled; reflecting beauty such as hers
Prescribed a glory in the challenge a fairytale
Or such as like! To shimmer back hypnotic hues
From auras of her skin how do mirrors cope?
Hoary tales of pretty adolescent buds
Could never hope to match the tomes of dreamy
Pulchritude apprising us of such a belle as she.
The mirror shone; and as it worked itself, a moment
Did it overlook the hidden melancholy?
Were melting eyes bedewed? Florid lips imbued
With mournfulness? The hindrance of the silver glass!
Oh! to seek to know the meaning of the sorrow!
She (with tearful hair, an image out of heaven)
Never opened up her heart. The mirror struggled.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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Ugly
Ugly said it all.
I played with light,
Smeared the glass,
Blurred my vision
Still an arse, my face.
I drank a little more,
Talked it up tanked up!
Still the hideous whore
Was howling in disdain,
For Ugly stared again.
F**ked up, I gave up -
Took a hefty pill.
Ugly died an ill.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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Tearful Eyes
The mirror laughed; it gleaned my thoughts
And saw me cry my want:
Synthetic views - pathetic clues
To how I tick - and now you taunt,
You bleeding mirror, jibe another!
Just because I dream
To be the mighty hero wise!
And perch atop the sodden hill
Of blood and pungent death,
To lead our race from sure demise.
Let's regain, collect, and rest
Before the battle slams
Our dauntless nerve. And now to rise!
Come follow me - we'll slay the foe!
See my cloak unfurl.
Through screams and wails, he fails and dies.
Look! he falls across his minions'
Path. I laugh aloud.
My warriors hold me to the skies.
Overhead the clouds recede,
Thinning out the black.
And then I fade in pallid lies.
Returning back to conscious state,
I let the mirror slate me:
Fathoming my remote disguise,
Reflecting back my hopeless lot.
Oh to smash the thing!
If I could see through tearful eyes.
Copyright © Mark Raymond Slaughter 2009
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