What is with all the long faces
and strong faces?
The bitter, belligerent, and
red with rash?
The bitchy, itchy, and
Dastardly and depressed?
Confused, bruised and run amuck?
Keep doing that and your face will get stuck.
On trains, planes and automobiles (watch it, maybe you'll laugh),
they are everywhere,
wherever you go,
wherever you turn,
look, glance, view, spy or stare.
We are surrounded, crowded,
and chalked full.
Packed, crammed, and slammed with
stranged and deranged, lost and confused looks,
glances and stares, stammers and snooks.
Concerned and stuck, strangled and mangled,
torn and schucked, wrangled and spangled
they are grim with grit, wear and tare.
Are most people really unhappy?
Does everyone feel as crappy
as they look?
Going around and around with all these frowns –
“Brings everybody down,” as Bobby McFerrin sings.
Smile at someone or something
and see what feeling it brings.
See how it changes the mood, tone and scene –
everyone does not have to look so mean,
dissed and perturbed, stuffy and constipated,
pissed and disturbed, agitated and frustrated?
Whistle or smirk,
even if you are with a jerk.
Wink, stick your tongue out,
no time to pout
even if you’re having a bought
with the blues,
depression or bad news –
your expression is yours to choose.
Maybe a pucker or a purse
will remove that curse
and disperse and dispense
A grin is not a sin
nor sticking the tongue
nor puffing the cheeks.
Will you leek
a look silly and sleek,
soft and serene, fun and exciting,
not serious and mean, nor stern and uninviting?
Maybe it is all these looks
that are rigidly firm and frankly disturbing
that has caused all this fighting?
As Mama T says: peace begins with a smile & let us always meet each other with a smile, for the smile is the beginning of love.
Smiling is the beginning of love
and peace begins with a smile,
so wear one, put it on for a while
or even invent a new style.
Try one side up and another down,
like a half smile and half frown.
At least you are halfway there
and I am sure you will get some people to stare.
A look of jubilee or joy,
will help destroy,
dispel and erase
that ugly look of disgrace.
What the hell,
heavens and heck?
We do not have to look like a wreck.
what is your “go to” face?
Is it a snarl, an empty stare,
or a gnarled look of despair?
What's your look when you're outta luck?
When things go wrong?
When you’re singing the blues,
what look do you choose?
When life gets shitty and gritty,
a smile breaks the tension
and any apprehension
is lost in the curvature
of this infinite parabola.
Out of this facial sunrise
right now, imagine yourself
at your moment of death,
when you die...
Do you have a smile or a look so rye?
Do you imagine yourself in pain
with a look that is strained
or in a hospital with tubes and machines,
sterile and white surrounded by screens?
Do you see yourself alone
or like an empty drone
waiting for someone to throw you a bone?
Do you imagine yourself a jubilarian, a joyous celebrant?
A blissful intoxicant
for family and friends surrounding your bed
as they bid you farewell on your journey ahead.
Every facial seed you plant
and daily feed
will eventually heed
your final expression.
What is your lasting impression
going to be?
What will others see
when it’s all said and done?
Time to lighten up and have some fun.
When there is nothing left to do
and it is just you and you,
are you going to smile, smile, smile?