The Beautiful Ones Are Here Poem by Enoch Cole

ENOCH COLE
THE BEAUTIFUL ONES ARE HERE
My attention is negligent about who wrote the book:
The beautiful ones are not yet born, I forsook,
Planting my concentration on the context or the look,
As I'm even yet to have a glance or grasp of the book.
But men, I eye this existence as a book.
I've been reading thoroughly over it again and again,
Just for it's knowledge and mine to clause a hook.

One concept I've got to figure out,
After my ears have been troubled enough on debates over thus:
The Beautiful ones are yet to be born or they are been born already.
I got to find out that the Beautiful ones are here after all.
Being beautiful according to my perception is not been charming and pretty.
From what I've harvested, being beautiful does not instinctively and conscience wise talks about your outward appearance.

Being admirable and cute is when you have a good heart, soft and sweet like raspberries.
Preaching and practicing humility, even if it was a disease,
But lo, after all it's not.
Being georgous is being cleansed from the attributes of jealousy and envy.
Being adored as an angel is when you're been virtuous.
Howbeit, you turning out to be praised as stunning and handsome sounds superfluous only when you're renowned to be responsible.
Having your dignity and integrity locked in you.
That's only when I will succumb with your indefinite backbiters.
Hailing you, charming and pretty, if these are a defect,
Surely those chantings are back stabbings.
The beautiful ones are here, those that fare with every positive and ovation deserved vibe.
Moreover, the only privileged and proud beauty there is,
Is the God - giving.
Every other painted by cosmetics is scam craving.
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