Tag Archives: smile

Grouch

16 Feb

Grouch

There once was a Grouch who never smiled
Whose expression was always dismal
And regardless of the company they kept
Their outlook was always abysmal

Even if others would say, “Cheer up!
The sun will eventually shine!”
The Grouch would frown and reply, “Maybe not!”
With a pessimistic whine

“The world is what you make of it!”
The believers said with passion
But how much could the Grouch achieve
With a face that was so ashen?

What kind of difference can one make
With no fire in their eyes?
What good’s a Grouch who just critiques
But never really tries

To make the world a better place
With passion and with cheer
What do Grouches hope to gain
With their melancholy sneer?

The most important thing to keep
In mind for every day
Is that your attitude affects
The things that you will say

And attitude’s directly wired
To muscles in your face
It’s your expression that reveals
The mood that’s at your base

So it’s ironic that the Grouch
Could not make the connection
Between their negative outlook
And their own complexion

But something funny happened when
The Grouch did try to smile
Their attitude improved and their
Approach was less hostile

By curving corners of their mouth
Upward instead of down
They found out more could be achieved
With smile instead of frown

The Grouch discovered what you give
Is squarely what you get
If anger is what you put out
Then you will be upset

But if it’s joy you choose to spread
To everyone you meet
Then you’ll discover how kind in
Return the world will treat

And so the Grouch would sneer no more
And not sit back and gripe
Armed with smile as their sword
They would engage the tripe

And always beamed from face and heart
Through good times and through bad
Recognizing the effect
On others that it had

And other Grouches would befall
The power of the grin
When they saw how their mood and smile
Were indeed akin

                                    ~Miro

Little Revelations

24 Nov

Little Revelations

It’s in the little things we do
And say that we reveal
Who we really are and how
We think and act and feel

Many are quite good at putting
On a phony face
They smile and laugh and try to charm
But they don’t have real grace

Because when opportunity
To show their true self comes
They are revealed by stressing out
Or madly flapping gums

They may put up the image that
They work hard for their dough
But taking elevators for
Two flights of stairs does show

That they will take all shortcuts that
Will cause them to sweat less
It’s in the little things like this
That these people confess

It’s when a person tells a tale
And it’s responded to
With little zeal and then the speaker
Recites their own view

Always changing the subject
To themselves and their tales
A revelation of ego
In the smallest details

It’s also so important to
Notice the little facts
That show people to be selfless
Those little, caring acts

A smile and a hello when
You walk by in the hall
A compliment, encouragement
A sudden, random call

Every single thing we do
Reveals to everyone
How much effort that we really
Put in this life’s run

Think about it next time that
You think it doesn’t matter
Of the two I’ve talked about
Are you the first or latter?

                          ~Miro

Chemical Beauty

13 Oct


Chemical Beauty

Lipstick, mascara
Some blush on the cheeks
Hair curled and tousled
With highlights and streaks

Bright red nail polish
And long fake eyelashes
Bleached teeth that blind
When their smile flashes

Some girls work so hard
To accentuate
Their natural beauty
To increase heart rate

To arouse and enliven
The men in their lives
These sweethearts and girlfriends
And partners and wives

Paint themselves up
And in doing so hide
Themselves with every
Cosmetic applied

With every brow tweezed
With every grey dyed
With every injection
Their true selves they hide

Some take it further
Go under the knife
To cling to their beauty
They’ll endure much strife

The saying “skin deep”
Is quite apropos
A fitting way to
Describe those shallow

Concerned with the surface
With what the eyes see
Myself? I prefer
The ones who are free

The ones confident
To wear their true face
To see blemishes
And not try erase

To embrace their wrinkles
The strands of grey hair
To not care if men
Will notice and stare

The ones who know that
The kind of men who
Just care how you look
Do not have a clue

On how to look deep
And see what’s within
They’re not after heart
They’re just after skin

So next time you stand
In front of the mirror
Holding that lipstick
Lean a bit nearer

Take a look closer
At what you are covering
Look close enough
And you’ll be discovering

You’re using the products
Of companies that
Want you to think
Your beauty is flat

That you need accents
And highlights and blush
To make all the men
Excited and gush

The truth is there’s nothing
As beautiful as
The confidence that
A warrior has

The feeling that she
Doesn’t need factories
To make products that
Will help her appease

Nothing’s as gorgeous
As women who know
They’re pretty enough
To makeup forgo

The stunning ones who
This wisdom do reap:
That chemical beauty’s
Only skin deep

                         Miro

Too Busy for “How Are You?”

12 Oct

Too Busy for “How Are You?”

Here’s a little tidbit that
I’ve noticed through my day
Many never seem to have
The time to smile and say:

“How are you today?” because
They’re much too occupied
Too busy too ask and hoping
That it is implied

Folks that ring you through when you are
Purchasing your merch
People who are in a rush
To get home after church

People that you know who you
Bump into on the street
Rarely does it make its way
Into a text or tweet

I like to take control and stop
The much too busy flow
By asking “How are you today?”
And making sure they know

Regardless of how busy that
They think their day may be
Everyone can spare a moment
We can all agree

If we think we’re too busy
To talk for one minute
Then selfishness for our own cause
Is all that we transmit

Regardless of how packed my day
I’ll always take the time
To ask a friend or stranger how
They are and let them chime

I’ve seen so many faces
Starting out so drab
Light up from just one minute
Of taking time to gab

Next time you’re at the market
Or coffee shop or store
Take a close look at the teller
And if their job does bore

When they ring you through and ask
“How would you like to pay?”
Regardless of how long the line
Take a moment to say

“How’s it going?” “How are you?”
Or “How has your day been?”
Make an effort to break up
Their boring old routine

Compliment them, make a joke
Try hard to make them smile
‘Cause you will probably be the
Only one in the isle

Who won’t be too busy to take
A moment to ask them
A fleeting chat for you may be
For that person a gem

Same goes for the rest of your
So busy jam-packed day
Never be so rushed that you
Don’t have time to display

A moment of respect and caring
For those that you pass
On your journey, always show
Some patience and some class

                             Miro

Grouch

15 Jun

Grouch

There once was a Grouch who never smiled
Whose expression was always dismal
And regardless of the company they kept
Their outlook was always abysmal

Even if others would say, “Cheer up!
The sun will eventually shine!”
The Grouch would frown and reply, “Maybe not!”
With a pessimistic whine

“The world is what you make of it!”
The believers said with passion
But how much could the Grouch achieve
With a face that was so ashen?

What kind of difference can one make
With no fire in their eyes?
What good’s a Grouch who just critiques
But never really tries

To make the world a better place
With passion and with cheer
What do Grouches hope to gain
With their melancholy sneer?

The most important thing to keep
In mind for every day
Is that your attitude affects
The things that you will say

And attitude’s directly wired
To muscles in your face
It’s your expression that reveals
The mood that’s at your base

So it’s ironic that the Grouch
Could not make the connection
Between their negative outlook
And their own complexion

But something funny happened when
The Grouch did try to smile
Their attitude improved and their
Approach was less hostile

By curving corners of their mouth
Upward instead of down
They found out more could be achieved
With smile instead of frown

The Grouch discovered what you give
Is squarely what you get
If anger is what you put out
Then you will be upset

But if it’s joy you choose to spread
To everyone you meet
Then you’ll discover how kind in
Return the world will treat

And so the Grouch would sneer no more
And not sit back and gripe
Armed with smile as their sword
They would engage the tripe

And always beamed from face and heart
Through good times and through bad
Recognizing the effect
On others that it had

And other Grouches would befall
The power of the grin
When they saw how their mood and smile
Were indeed akin

                                    Miro