And there is no such thing as perfect, I know most people have heard
But to me babe I swear you are the closest thing to the word
This girl I’m talking about I’ve known for a while
But yet she still makes me feel like a little kid every time I see her smile
I told her, “right now I know this might not make sense,
But if I had a nickel for every time I saw a girl as beautiful as you
I would have five cents”
And how much I really like her, she doesn’t have a clue
A girl as smart and beautiful as the sky is blue
Without a doubt this girl is in a class of her own
As if everyone girl is a seed, while she is a flower full-grown
She is nothing I expect from a girl, she is more
It’s like she is in front of my heart with the key to the door
When I seen her I thought she deserves nothing less
Than to be treated just like a beautiful princess
I would do anything just to put a smile on her face
Even if that means pulling down the very stars from space
She told me, “you never see it coming, you just get to see it go”
So I told her “Babe just focus on the moment, and watch love grow”
Girl I will be always be there for you and love you, that’s the deal
And I told her “Babe what we got is better than a fairy tail, its real”
2011 @ Copy RightsAndrew Torres
Multiple first place awards for poetry & poetry slam
The Life That I Have
The life that I have,
Is all that I have,
And the life that I have,
Is yours.
The love that I have,
Of the life that I have,
Is yours and yours and yours.
A sleep I shall have,
A rest I shall have,
Yet death will be but a pause,
For the peace of my years,
In the long green grass,
Will be yours and yours and yours.
—by Leo Marks, the late British codebreaker
IF I WERE A POEM
If I were a poem I’d give birth to a dream
Hanging my words in the sky
Above the lofty evergreen
Above a golden sunset
Watching the stars come out to play
Frolicking in the universe
In the land of the milky way
I’d hang my thoughts with Pleiades
Waiting for springtime to come
Thus, becoming a dreamer, indeed
If I were a poem
—Georgia Washington, AOA Poet Laureate
THE CIRCLE OF LIFE
The circle of life
Is the manifestation of a soul
It’s the beginning of a miracle
As energies unfold
Opening up like a flower
A gift from God above
An image, a likeness
A reflection of love
It’s a journey through an eternity
A spirit caught up in a dream
It’s the essence of reality
Though, not always what it seem
Yet, the journey must continue
A path of loneliness and strife
It’s the end of the beginning
Within the circle of life
—Georgia Washington, AOA Poet Laureate
MY FRIEND THE OFFICER
(CHIP)
We did not make friends easily
It took us quite awhile
Our goals and ideas were different
Even more so, our lifestyle
You were for justice where law prevailed
Abiding by standard rules
I disagreed with your many tactics
Perhaps, some considered me a fool
Nevertheless, we shared a common interest
Our family ties were strong
We often talked of many things
And knew where loyalty belonged
The past few years brought many changes
We kept in touch, but spent no time
Though our friendship lasted through it all
We’ve now reached the end of the line
And today, I watch from a distance
As officers stand guard by your side
Through misty eyes, I still remember
The things we spoke of before you died
So, I march along with the crowd
To bid a final farewell
Old friend, why did you go so soon?
Again, the teardrops fell
—Georgia Washington, AOA Poet Laureate
Artists of America is very pleased to present this outstanding poem, Secret Sister by Jonathan Tanisaka, age 13.
Secret Sister
I remember holding her in my arms
as light as a feather yet as fragile as glass
she will never be forgotten
let her rest in peace at last
terrible diseases took her from us
but she will live on forever
her birthday is coming up
the only birthday that I celebrate in silence
her time has passed
and eventually so will mine
in the worst disease of all
the disease of time
—Jonathan Tanisaka
We are proud to introduce you to the work of
Georgia Washington, AOA'S POET LAUREATE:
Quiet Time
Walls of Silence
Ivory and Lace
Your Pastel Colors
Your Elegant Space
Like Rainbow Sherbet
Chocolate and Vanilla, too
Don’t melt so fast
I’m just passing through.
—Gw’03
About the Artist
Georgia Washington is a writer, poet & founding member of the famed Writer’s Corner Poets (WCP) of Los Angeles, formed in 1995. The WCP have self-published five+ anthology books of poetry during their 15 years together as a group. Some anthology titles include:
History Pages
Pages from my childhood
Renaissance Pages
Tribute Pages
The group meets regularly to share, inspire, and encourage one another. Georgia’s hobbies include: calligraphy, art, mountain climbing & bicycle riding.
She is proud to publish her first book of poetry entitled:
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What is Love?
This girl was perfect, how could this be
I was once blind to true beauty but now I can see
And there is no such thing as perfect, I know most people have heard
But to me babe I swear you are the closest thing to the word
This girl I’m talking about I’ve known for a while
But yet she still makes me feel like a little kid every time I see her smile
I told her, “right now I know this might not make sense,
But if I had a nickel for every time I saw a girl as beautiful as you
I would have five cents”
And how much I really like her, she doesn’t have a clue
A girl as smart and beautiful as the sky is blue
Without a doubt this girl is in a class of her own
As if everyone girl is a seed, while she is a flower full-grown
She is nothing I expect from a girl, she is more
It’s like she is in front of my heart with the key to the door
When I seen her I thought she deserves nothing less
Than to be treated just like a beautiful princess
I would do anything just to put a smile on her face
Even if that means pulling down the very stars from space
She told me, “you never see it coming, you just get to see it go”
So I told her “Babe just focus on the moment, and watch love grow”
Girl I will be always be there for you and love you, that’s the deal
And I told her “Babe what we got is better than a fairy tail, its real”
2011 @ Copy RightsAndrew Torres
Multiple first place awards for poetry & poetry slam
The Life That I Have
The life that I have,
Is all that I have,
And the life that I have,
Is yours.
The love that I have,
Of the life that I have,
Is yours and yours and yours.
A sleep I shall have,
A rest I shall have,
Yet death will be but a pause,
For the peace of my years,
In the long green grass,
Will be yours and yours and yours.
—by Leo Marks, the late British codebreaker
IF I WERE A POEM
If I were a poem I’d give birth to a dream
Hanging my words in the sky
Above the lofty evergreen
Above a golden sunset
Watching the stars come out to play
Frolicking in the universe
In the land of the milky way
I’d hang my thoughts with Pleiades
Waiting for springtime to come
Thus, becoming a dreamer, indeed
If I were a poem
—Georgia Washington, AOA Poet Laureate
THE CIRCLE OF LIFE
The circle of life
Is the manifestation of a soul
It’s the beginning of a miracle
As energies unfold
Opening up like a flower
A gift from God above
An image, a likeness
A reflection of love
It’s a journey through an eternity
A spirit caught up in a dream
It’s the essence of reality
Though, not always what it seem
Yet, the journey must continue
A path of loneliness and strife
It’s the end of the beginning
Within the circle of life
—Georgia Washington, AOA Poet Laureate
MY FRIEND THE OFFICER
(CHIP)
We did not make friends easily
It took us quite awhile
Our goals and ideas were different
Even more so, our lifestyle
You were for justice where law prevailed
Abiding by standard rules
I disagreed with your many tactics
Perhaps, some considered me a fool
Nevertheless, we shared a common interest
Our family ties were strong
We often talked of many things
And knew where loyalty belonged
The past few years brought many changes
We kept in touch, but spent no time
Though our friendship lasted through it all
We’ve now reached the end of the line
And today, I watch from a distance
As officers stand guard by your side
Through misty eyes, I still remember
The things we spoke of before you died
So, I march along with the crowd
To bid a final farewell
Old friend, why did you go so soon?
Again, the teardrops fell
—Georgia Washington, AOA Poet Laureate
Artists of America is very pleased to present this outstanding poem, Secret Sister by Jonathan Tanisaka, age 13.
Secret Sister
I remember holding her in my arms
as light as a feather yet as fragile as glass
she will never be forgotten
let her rest in peace at last
terrible diseases took her from us
but she will live on forever
her birthday is coming up
the only birthday that I celebrate in silence
her time has passed
and eventually so will mine
in the worst disease of all
the disease of time
—Jonathan Tanisaka
We are proud to introduce you to the work of
Georgia Washington, AOA'S POET LAUREATE:
Quiet Time
Walls of Silence
Ivory and Lace
Your Pastel Colors
Your Elegant Space
Like Rainbow Sherbet
Chocolate and Vanilla, too
Don’t melt so fast
I’m just passing through.
—Gw’03
About the Artist
Georgia Washington is a writer, poet & founding member of the famed Writer’s Corner Poets (WCP) of Los Angeles, formed in 1995. The WCP have self-published five+ anthology books of poetry during their 15 years together as a group. Some anthology titles include:
History Pages
Pages from my childhood
Renaissance Pages
Tribute Pages
The group meets regularly to share, inspire, and encourage one another. Georgia’s hobbies include: calligraphy, art, mountain climbing & bicycle riding.
She is proud to publish her first book of poetry entitled:
Noise of Rattling Wheels
These books are available by contacting:
GeorgiaWashington@artistsofamerica.info
Georgia currently resides in San Pedro, CA and is Artists of America's (AOA)
Poet Laureate.