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Beauty
By Aaron Boutilier
How sweet to look upon a perfect face,
And admire a perfect form,
Blessed with beauty, charm and grace,
A gift of merely being born.
How quick we overlook the mind,
Which may be less than keen;
To inner faults we are struck blind,
When beauty steals the scene.
But what of those who aren't so fair,
Who hasten to announce,
That people shouldn't really care,
"It's what's inside that counts!"
Yet people rarely see inside,
When first they chance to meet;
So often inner beauty hides,
And fruitlessly accepts defeat.
By Aaron Boutilier
How sweet to look upon a perfect face,
And admire a perfect form,
Blessed with beauty, charm and grace,
A gift of merely being born.
How quick we overlook the mind,
Which may be less than keen;
To inner faults we are struck blind,
When beauty steals the scene.
But what of those who aren't so fair,
Who hasten to announce,
That people shouldn't really care,
"It's what's inside that counts!"
Yet people rarely see inside,
When first they chance to meet;
So often inner beauty hides,
And fruitlessly accepts defeat.
Are You Really My Friend?
By Aaron Boutilier
You say, 'Call any time!'
I've left messages,
You don't call back for days.
Are you really my friend?
You say you'll do things that never get done.
You set your guidelines,
And you stifle mine.
Are you really my friend?
We do nothing together outside these four walls.
Is this a problem of yours?
Or is it all mine?
Are you really my friend?
If I'm feeling sad or lonely,
Because you aren't there,
If I go to bed wondering whether you care,
Are you really my friend?
Are you anyone's friend?
By Aaron Boutilier
You say, 'Call any time!'
I've left messages,
You don't call back for days.
Are you really my friend?
You say you'll do things that never get done.
You set your guidelines,
And you stifle mine.
Are you really my friend?
We do nothing together outside these four walls.
Is this a problem of yours?
Or is it all mine?
Are you really my friend?
If I'm feeling sad or lonely,
Because you aren't there,
If I go to bed wondering whether you care,
Are you really my friend?
Are you anyone's friend?
Society
By Aaron Boutilier
Machines take up their faithful duty,
While muscles wither under beauty;
The vulture ravishes the dove,
As pleasure loses sight of love.
Plastic walls surround the people,
As clouds disguise the awesome steeple;
Hearts pump their slush into the brains
Of robots with their acid veins.
Miracles prolong the years
Of saying words that no one hears,
In solitary little tombs
So far away from gentle wombs.
Scrambled minds with vacant faces
Occupy these concrete places,
Searching for a better way
Which really died with yesterday.
By Aaron Boutilier
Machines take up their faithful duty,
While muscles wither under beauty;
The vulture ravishes the dove,
As pleasure loses sight of love.
Plastic walls surround the people,
As clouds disguise the awesome steeple;
Hearts pump their slush into the brains
Of robots with their acid veins.
Miracles prolong the years
Of saying words that no one hears,
In solitary little tombs
So far away from gentle wombs.
Scrambled minds with vacant faces
Occupy these concrete places,
Searching for a better way
Which really died with yesterday.
Books
By Aaron Boutilier
Classic books by famous men
Satisfy a secret yen;
These immortal words I find
Penetrate my hungry mind.
Romantic fables of the ages
Lure my heart into the pages,
Blending tales of fact and fiction,
Assuring me of my conviction.
Sweet poetry lifts up my soul
And carries out its' soothing role;
Among these books upon the shelf,
Someday, I hope to find myself.
By Aaron Boutilier
Classic books by famous men
Satisfy a secret yen;
These immortal words I find
Penetrate my hungry mind.
Romantic fables of the ages
Lure my heart into the pages,
Blending tales of fact and fiction,
Assuring me of my conviction.
Sweet poetry lifts up my soul
And carries out its' soothing role;
Among these books upon the shelf,
Someday, I hope to find myself.
By Aaron Boutilier
The warmth of an understanding smile, surrounds me
And protects me from all harm;
I live in a safe and happy style,with the gentle touch
Of two loving arms.
Strength of character through time abounds in each echo
Of a trusting voice;
The ardent feelings penetrate the sounds of a union
without doubt or choice.
In silence, whenever our eyes meet, our hearts exchange
The faithfulness we feel;
And our lives reflect every single loving beat
To make us sure that what we have is real.