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Smiling is infectious
Smiling is infectious
You catch it like the flu
When someone smiled at me today
I started smiling too
I walked around the corner
And someone saw me grin
When he smiled I realised
I had passed it on to him
I thought about the smile
And then realised its worth
A single smile like mine
Could travel round the earth
So if you feel a smile begin
Don't leave it undetected
Start an epidemic
And get the world infected.

Reason to Smile
How can one smile such sweet smiles,
When one is so saddened by sorrows for miles,
How can I smile the same smiles,
When life brings me nothing but tears,

I wondered for so long,
What reason you had to smile that long,
To keep smiling though troubles come,
And still remain sweet and silently overcome,

It's such a mystery to me,
Your smiles from heaven with glee,
I adore and yet envy thee,
But I'd rather you smile those at me,

I feel happy when I see you smile,
Even if I'm sad and lonely,
Your smiles bring me somewhere,
I don't even know where,

But it was you,
You gave me the reason to smile,
To smile with no reason,
To smile for a smile,

I guess life is just like that,
We need not a reason to smile,
For a smile is the reason itself,
To rejoice and open-heartedly give thanks,

I learned to smile because of you,
Because your smiles bring me joy when blue,
It proves how well and powerful,
A simple sweet smile can become so beautiful,

Smile for the sake of a smile,
Smile for the sake of happiness,
Smile for the sake of life,
Smile because of hope left in life,

Smile my friends,
Smile for me my Love,
Smile those same sweet smiles,
Smile so the world can be a peaceful dove...
Lendl Ian Servillon

When I smile you’re the one who's comes to mind
When I smile it’s because of you
When I smile it’s because I am thinking of you
When I smile it’s because I care for you

Smile with love
Smile with Joy
Smile with care
Smile happily

Just smile because your happy
Just smile because you care
Just smile because I am there
Just smile without pain and without a tear

When I smile know love is in the air
When i smile know there's nothing to fear
When I smile you smile
When I smile just wipe the tears because ill be the first there

Smile with love
Smile with Joy
Smile with care
Smile happily

My last smile will be because of you
My last smile will only be for you
My last smile is believing in you
My last smile is taking the pain away from you

Just smile because your happy
Just smile because you care
Just smile because I am there
Just smile without pain and without a tear
Jamill Cephas

Your smile wow girl your smile the best smile the most wonderful smile when you smile you let the sun shine smile baby smile smile so the bad thoughts will leave smile for the sake of life smile because of the hope left in life a smile is something that brings a way to have a lucky day your smile gives me joy and brighten my day so smile baby smile girl, smile those sweet smiles yup love the beauty of your smile cause your smile is so innocent and pure

Smile-once more

smile caressing your lips fondles my body in bliss

smile a glossy smile to enliven my mind in style

smile a smile to sparkle to enlighten my soul to dazzle

smile and smile with you enthrone my spirit with you

smile a lustrous smile to enrich my route awhile

smile for Heavens to bloom smile to cast away my gloom

smile as moonlight glance see my rhythmic dance

smile on my shoulders' wings
Oh! listen, the bird sings

smile when at its best cast Cupid's arrow on my chest

The Smile
BY WILLIAM BLAKE There is a Smile of Love
And there is a Smile of Deceit
And there is a Smile of Smiles
In which these two Smiles meet

And there is a Frown of Hate
And there is a Frown of disdain
And there is a Frown of Frowns
Which you strive to forget in vain

For it sticks in the Hearts deep Core
And it sticks in the deep Back bone
And no Smile that ever was smild
But only one Smile alone

That betwixt the Cradle & Grave
It only once Smild can be
But when it once is Smild
Theres an end to all Misery

It cost nothing, but creates much.
It enriches those who receive, without impoverishing those who give.
It happens in a flash and the memory of it lasts forever.
None are so rich they can get along without it and none so poor but are richer for its benefits.
It creates happiness in the home, fosters good will in a business, and is the countersign of friends.
It is rest to the weary, daylight to the discouraged, sunshine to the sad, and nature's best antidote for trouble.
Yet it cannot be bought, begged, borrowed, or stolen, for it is something that is no earthly good to anybody till it is given away!
If someone is too tired to give you a smile, leave one of yours.
For, nobody needs a smile so much as those who have none to give.

We do not text to each other these days
But yesterday my old friend texted
Smile is address of life.
Smile is a way to get success
Smile is to win the hearts
Smile improves your personality
So, smile always."

This time I smiled for a reason
Different altogether.
I told to myself
This text might have come to a wrong address, by mistake. Or she's forgetting now how hard once I smiled but address of life was not found neither success nor the heart.
Little bit of personality improved only when I could learn how to hide such smiles.
I also told to myself
Unintended messages need not be replied. I'll talk to her instead.

My Language is smiling
They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, and a smile the soul's expression.
Though the language varies, the beautiful upturned edges of multi-colored lips are universal, speaking silent volumes to a world in need of tenderness. A world aching and parched from enmity, where hollow apathy creases once vibrant faces.
The gracious, genuine merriment spread across the countenance gives refreshment to a land of famine.
Sage advice from some unknown,
'Smile, for you never know who is falling in love with it.

The Mocking Smile
I'm sick of putting on this smile,
Which mocks me when I wake.

I'm sick of putting on this smile.
Sneering its cold plastic lips,
As if I'm not good enough,
To wear such perfection.

I'm sick of putting on this smile.
With pearly whites of razors,
Threatening to bite off my tongue,
When I want to cry for help.

I'm sick of putting on this smile.
But my crippling bleeding heart,
Need the illusion of bliss,
To limp though everyday.

I'm sick of putting on this smile.
Because before I wake,
Dreams leave my soul in peace,
But it mocks me when I wake.

I am a little pencil
That made of wood and lead
My head is long and pointed
My body is smooth and red

I once was long and handsome
But now I soon must die?
I like to write quite nicely
But master does not try

He treats me very badly
And often shaves my head
He cut's me so unkindly
That I must soon be dead?

He sucks me too I hate it
And put me in the ink
Have I no cause to grumble
Just tell me what you think

My drawing teacher said: Look, think, make a mark.
Look, I told myself.
And waited to be marked.

Clouds are white but they darken with rain. Even a child blurs them back to little woolies on a hillside, little bundles without legs. Look, my teacher would surely tell me, they’re nothing

like that. Like that: the lie. Like that: the poem.
She said: Respond to the heaviest part of the figure first. Density is form. That I keep hearing destiny

is not a mark of character. Like pilgrimage once morphed to mirage in a noisy room, someone so earnest at my ear. Then marriage slid.
Mir-aage, Mir-aage, I heard the famous poet let loose awry into her microphone, triumphant.

The figure to be drawn — not even half my age. She’s completely emptied her face for this job of standing still an hour.
Look. Okay. But the little

dream in there, inside the think that comes next. A pencil in my hand, its secret life is charcoal, the wood already burnt, a sacrifice.

A pencil world A pencil world, there are marks everywhere I’m formed by some pencil streaks on paper She lives on this paper, a grand image Standing on some raggedly made passage Lines to form the walls and shadows abound I see myself in strange footage around Seeing everything in only line form Crafts mastery in circular reform I can sense she’ll approach with her strange arms And aligned with pieces of pencil charms This page envelopes me, confines me more My brain still functions, not sure what I’m for My world is a bunch of stray pencil marks Drawn onto a paper as some remarks

My Pencil Runs
My pencil plays in my hand....

Outside a card house that can barely stand...

I sketch a paper train on the wall...

Watch it travel from in a frame to the hall...

It passes through pictures from one to another... From black and white scenes to colors that flutter... The card house falls as the train pulls in...

And the path of my pencil tears a paper not thin...

I am a pencil
I am a pencil
A completely ordinary pencil
Pink eraser and yellow paint
Just like all the other pencils
I am a pencil
A completely ordinary pencil
We all might seem the same but we're not
What makes us all different is, potential
We all have the potential to do something special
Make something unique and great
I am a pencil
A completely ordinary pencil
But I am a pencil that writes poems and draws pictures
Different than anyone else's
Even when I imitate others work
I put my own personal perspective into it
That twist that is uniquely me
I am a pencil
A completely ordinary pencil
I draw inspiration from the hand that guides me
Being controlled by the hand makes me happy
Because I enjoy just taking part in doing something worthwhile
I make mistake but that's okay I have an eraser
And a hand to help me fix it
I am a pencil
A completely ordinary pencil
When my hand drops me
I lay ignored on the dusty floor
Waiting to be picked up
But being swept away in the crowd
Trodden on by feet unaware of my existence
I am a pencil
A completely ordinary pencil
You see me everyday
I never get a second look
I get kicked around on the ground
My potential ignored
Because I am just a completely ordinary pencil

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