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EYES

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Burning eyes

Are eyes of anger,

Lowered eyes

Are eyes of shame,

Dancing eyes

Are eyes of mischief

As we all play the game.

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We search each other’s eyes

To distinguish fact from lies.

Lips don’t always tell the truth

(And you’re the living proof),

But your wide,

Innocent eyes

Convinced me otherwise.

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Burning eyes

Are eyes of anger,

Lowered eyes

Are eyes of shame,

Dancing eyes

Are eyes of mischief

As we all play the game.

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©DGA 11 September 2011 21:48

Author: adeeyoyo

I am a middle-aged South African woman, living in Johannesburg. I began writing poetry towards the end of May 2010. I love animals – sometimes more than people! I am back after a break. Thanks for still being here, if you are! Missed you! xxx

26 thoughts on “EYES

  1. I think the repeat refrain of a stanza is very effective like hymns for poetry esp. longer poems is effective for some themes as you have done in this piece. Also effective in speeches.

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  2. Very effective, Denise.

    Of course, sometimes the eyes of consumate liars can hide the truth from view.

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  3. Eyes can lie, sad to say – but I’d much rather trust them than lips…

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  4. It is said that if you look deep into a person’s eyes you can see their soul.
    it is true that eyes cannot lie….

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  5. I see…great lyrics, and prose…You have music for it yet?
    I really like this poem, Denise, keep up the great work.
    God Bless You
    paul

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  6. No music, Paul, except the music in my head, lol! Thank you so much. God bless you too.

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  7. very cool…this is a rather enchanting…b/c of therefrain…much to be seen in the eyes

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  8. Wonderful with a capital “W” 🙂

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  9. Warning – When I Am an Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple
    By Jenny Joseph

    When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple
    with a red hat that doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
    And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
    and satin candles, and say we’ve no money for butter.
    I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired
    and gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
    and run my stick along the public railings
    and make up for the sobriety of my youth.
    I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
    and pick the flowers in other people’s gardens
    and learn to spit.

    You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
    and eat three pounds of sausages at a go
    or only bread and pickles for a week
    and hoard pens and pencils and beer nuts and things in boxes.

    But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
    and pay our rent and not swear in the street
    and set a good example for the children.
    We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
    But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
    So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
    When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

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  10. Some people are a lot easier to read than others too!

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  11. I think the eyes which stand out here are the eyes of experience, Denise.
    A salutary verse, which makes one think.
    thank you.
    John

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  12. The repetition takes the emotion in this poem full circle, Adeeyoyo, through trust, realization and finally mistrust and disillusion – very cleverly done.

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  13. Thanks Bb… but we mustn’t let ourselves remain disillusioned. 🙂

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  14. Very well said. I like this a lot. It’s hard to control emotion in the eyes in the sense of trying to hide something and I think eyes tell us a lot about the truth of a situation. I also have a thing about people with beady eyes. They have a half-shuttered look as if they can’t be trusted. Excellent poem!

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  15. Ha, yes Selma, cold, almost calculating, difficult to see what they’re thinking or even whether they are friendly or not! Sometimes it’s difficult not to judge people by how they look…

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  16. I’m a bit late to the party, google reader is chasing me around the room. If I don’t always comment it’s because I have nothing of value to add to the discussion, sometimes ‘like’ says it all. I like this poem.

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    • It is nice to know if someone likes one’s work though… Sometimes the response is so slow that I’ve thought I shouldn’t have posted. But after just one or two ‘positives’ I cheer up no end! I think I need the validation, lol! Thanks Mark.

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