Angela Joli Is Pretty Poem by David Barry Temple

Angela Joli is pretty,
with or without mastectomy,
whether or not she's reconstructive
Lets no cloud come down destructive.
Replenishes herself in an endless ocean
From where all her talents spout;
No Moby Dickobsession in her gentle sea.

Biological clocks set to local time
Do their sensitive synchronized crime,
As signals from the environment try
Though chemical reactions to make us die.
In dusks and dawns that do not change,
The sun will rise; days cannot without
No hell can stop that beauty's prime.

Long live brave Angela Joli.
Let imposers vamp in their eternity.
Let Boy George pretend,
Let Bruce Jenner mend,
Femininity comes from within.
Let the drama queens pout.
It is something we cannot see.

Pity the woman who sits on her laurels,
When life turns bleached like dead white coral.
If it takes a surgeon's knife,
To save a beautiful life,
From a frozen puddle of black ice,
Look ahead and cut it out
Virus from a meltdown's quarrel.

See the egrets sunning on the river shore,
Ride past their flock once more.
Her life is not your movie picture,
Permanent fixture, or religious scripture.
Beauty stared at will up and flee,
As a life in denial will surely rout,
Be like Angela Joli; fly evermore.

Give love, give love, keep giving love,
No other way to kindly live love.
From the corner of the eye, gaze at love,
Ride the windy wave of love.
All we want is more time to live,
What else would life be about
More time, more time with your love

Allwinter long buds ready for spring,
Bear the cold, survive what it brings,
Like a coming attraction, anticipating,
Predicting the future, physically awaiting.
Our love clued in by flower buds,
Will maximize the summer throughout,
Let all Joli summer egrets sing!

February 15,2019