AN INTERESTING FACE BY Karen Richmond aka Hillbilly Harlot

Youth and beauty rules they say,
But I must disagree,
For truth be told, an interesting face,
Is what I'd rather see.

A handsome face may catch my eye,
But my attention it can't retain
Without some spark of interesting,
I'll not think of it again.

And a young man's face is like a book
With no words upon the page,
It lacks the story and character
That only comes with age.

I want to see those creases
At the corners of his eyes,
That make it clear to all the world,
Just how readily he smiles.

I even like a crooked nose
And what some consider flaws,
For it's there that our true beauty lies,
And to what my interest calls.

And still much of the world is blind
To what's so clear to me;
That interesting is more beautiful
Than perfection could ever be.

A SHEENY DEW ON A SPRIG O' PINE
by Lynn Ennis Iozzo.

A sheeny dew on a sprig o' pine
Salt-necklaced by a western brine
Oh, bunnit fir wi' blue-green tine
Come home to fair Glen Affric
The drops o' dew slide down the shoot
An' mingle wi' the baby root
Untrampled now by human foot
Awa' by fair Glen Affric

Candlings amber upon the teal
Pearl-burnished by the ware's zeal
Spring up an' out an' t'wards the ciel
A bud in braw Glen Affric
The honey roset clings the the cone
A thyrsus perched on cyan throne
For a' creatures pleasance to hone
A warld in lown Glen Affric

A crossbill scuds through green-blue leaf
An' cleaves the pine pearls, tooping chief
An' chups an' cheeps the forest fief
A-flit in fine Glen Affric
The Scots bird braves the daurknin' sky
A route o' brawness pine to ply
The bens nou hers ayeways to fly
Come home to fair Glen Affric.

SONNET by Merry Gonsalves aka Annielee.

Her Lover's lips were a red rosy hue,
Wavy hair golden as wild-growing broom,
Bright eyes a sparkling, clear violet blue,
His smile alluring as heathered perfume.
Bursting fair was he, when he came to call,
Took her hand to lure her down paths astray.
They dallied long hours by the garden wall,
Till shadow crept o'er the hill to steal day.
In moonlight they lingered yet a sweet while,
Warm fragrant darkness cloaked their soft sighs.
In ivy beds he twined charms to beguile,
Wrapped her in garlands of flowering lies.
Alas, come dawning, when sun chases shade,
Night-blooming romance must wither and fade.

A SOUL'S REPLY by Ruby Wooten.

Against the backdrop
Of the Highland Hills
He stood and looked
Across the fields.
From empty eyes
A sorrow grew
Sadness deep
Inside bled through.
A wounded bird
Who flies alone.
Carries pain
That's never shown.
The smile that glows
Attempts to hide
The sorrow nestled
Deep inside.
The smile and eyes
That do not match
The smile deceives
It lies, in fact.
The eyes however,
That penetrate
Reflect the image
That hides in wait
And bares the soul
Of secrets kept
Exposing tears
Never wept.

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