An ungrateful son is a wart on his father's nose -- he leaves it, it's ugly, he removes it, it hurts.
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The ungrateful son is a wart on his father's face; to leave it is a blemish, to cut it off is pain.
The ungrateful son is like a wart on his father's face; to leave it there is unsightly, to cut it off is painful.
Frog Or Is It A Toad (Fun Poem 22)
The fairy tale says,
that every time you kiss
a frog or is it a toad,
it turns into a prince or a princess,
depending on which story you have heard.
I thought that I would test the theory.
First on a frog, I tried,
but nothing happened there.
Then I grabbed the biggest toad,
gave it a great big kiss as you know.
All I ended up with was a big wart
on the end of my nose.
So if you are looking for a prince or princess,
do not kiss a frog or toad,
because you might end up like me,
with a big wart on the end of your nose.
poem by David Harris
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Universal Reason
The universe is Divine Law
Indeed, a Reasonable Father
When you feel ungrateful
The shape of the world
seems mean and ugly
Make peace with Father
Then every experience
fills with immediacy
Love this, be not bored
Beauty constantly wells up like
the noise of a brook in Spring
Tree limbs rise and fall
their ecstatic arms
Leaves talk poetry together
making fresh metaphors
The opinion of this poem is
of great optimism for the future
But Father Reason says;
No need to announce the future
This now is it!
Your deepest need and desire
is satisfied by the energy of this
moment held in your hand
(Inspired by the brilliance of Rumi)
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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The Hex
The Hex.
Where the village lane meets the main road there was
an ugly olive tree that looked like two crippled old men
trying helping each across the road, petrified by cars,
I used to stop and talk to the tree old but still bore fruit;
now it has been chopped down and will end up as winter
wood. No. I’m not a tree hugger but it annoyed me that
it was cut down as it was not in any ones way.
An old woman came down the lane she had a long nose
with a big hairy wart on and a sack of twigs slung on her
crocked back. “Tell me dear woman, why was this tree
executed? “Because it was ugly looked like two old men
trying to help each other across the road”, she said and
toothlessly laughed.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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‘father”:
'A FATHER IS SOMEONE WHO'S THERE FOR YOU WHEN YOU NEED HIM
A FATHER NEVER LETS YOU DOWN
A FATHER IS SOMEONE THERE TO HUG YOU WHEN SOMETHING GOES WRONG
A FATHER IS THERE TO DRY UP THE TEARS
A FATHER IS THERE FOR YOU WHEN YOU NEED SOMEONE TO TALK TO
A FATHER IS'NT SOMEONE WHO LEAVES THE MOTHER WHEN HE FINDS OUT SHE'S PERGANT
A FATHER IS'NT SOMEONE WHO DENYS THEIR OWN CHILD
A FATHER IS'NT SOMEONE WHO LEAVES YOU LEFT BEHIND
A FATHER IS'NT SOMEONE WHO SAYS ONE THING TO ONE PERSON THEN SAYS ANOTHER THING TO SOMEONE ELSE
A FATHER IS’NT WHAT I SEE IN YOU”
poem by Yeslin Salazar
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It hurts
It hurts being me.
I want to break free.
I wish I could let go.
I wish I could move on.
I only wish I knew how.
I've lived with this for so long.
I only wish I could be strong.
What they did was wrong.
But still I let them win.
I cant put it where it belongs in the bin.
Please let me be me.
God help me win.
Please let me win the fight.
Even though it leaves me with fright.
And I fear the on going plight.
God it hurts to be me.
They say god dosent give you any more than you can handel.
So why can't I handel this?
It hurts It hurts.
IT HURTS
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Love Hurts
Love hurts,
It hurts to the core
When hands loosen the intimate clasp
And they turn poles apart
One rushing to the North
And the other, South.
Love hurts,
It hurts to the core
When the bunch of withered roses
And thorns, leaves and stems
Gather dust on the window sill
Of a dishevelled house.
Love hurts,
It hurts to the core
When they don't look eye to eye,
And Love is no more blind,
For a raging storm from nowhere takes over
The effeminate steam of
The wintry-morning cup of tea,
Over the bitter argument
Of perfect spoon of sugar,
To be or not to be added
To the flavour of real Indian tea.
Love hurts,
It hurts to the core
For the waiting hurts me more.
Grooming makes one pleasing.
An ass is ugly, not for his nose.
He is lazy unlike the horse.
A crow is ugly, not for his black
But for his voice, unlike the koel’s.
An eagle is ugly, not for his beak,
But for his menace, unlike the parrot.
No matter how you are made,
You can make yourself lovable.
19.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Far More Effective
The lies and dirt
And hearing things untrue.
The gossip and innuendos...
Done by those with limited minds too!
There is nothing else I would rather do,
Than to pull these thoughts
Out of my memory...
With the pain I felt!
And the scars that healed with much attitude!
It hurts...
To know others find feelings of mine,
Worthless.
It hurts...
When lies and dirt
And hearing things untrue said
To ruin my happiness...
And to mess up my head!
It hurts!
But not as much as being on the other end
Of retaliation!
Even forgiveness doesn't seem to control it,
When that times comes...
To payback what others have done!
I am not of the 'turn-the-other-cheek' kind!
I pray everyday that God removes the players...
And the bitterness I've been holding for years,
In my mind for some time!
Doesn't make sense repeating the ignorance.
Especially since those deeds done
Have already been repaid with my approval and delight...
By my Father!
And I thank God throughout every hour,
He has allowed me to overcome my taste for retribution!
Knowing that a 'higher power' does that
Much better than I can!
And far more effective.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The Spending Of Their Time
People who do not appreciate,
Their blessed lives.
Or those equally blessed,
God places into their lives.
Hopefully,
They will come to eventually realize...
There is an ungrateful self-centeredness,
In the spending of their time.
Hopefully,
They will come to realize...
There is an ungrateful self-centeredness,
In their blinded minds.
No one can be all-knowing,
If one has never been alone.
Or have been on their own...
To know the true meaning of self-evaluation.
Or value emotional devastation.
If one has not,
Opened up that lock.
If no one takes the time to stop,
To take 'inventory' of their stock...
That seems for them to never come,
With a dropping of a blocking...
That stuns and shocks.
They will never know,
How this affects and hurts one so!
Those me-me, I-I activities...
Isolates the mind.
Sickens the body.
And darkens a lost soul.
People who do not appreciate,
Their blessed lives.
Or those equally blessed,
God places into their lives...
Hopefully,
They will come to eventually realize...
There is an ungrateful self-centeredness,
In the spending of their time.
There is an ungrateful self-centeredness,
In their blinded minds.
And...
In time,
When they are left confined...
Behind.
With no one concerned...
What it is in their lives,
Or on their minds.
They will come to learn to yearn!
In the spending of,
Their time.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Hurts
Can you tell me where it leaves
when its neverending?
Can you tell me where to go
when no ones home?
Chorus:
And I know, you know
It hurts
It hurts to be alone
Youre wrong, youre wrong
On the one-way train going down
Can you tell me what to say
when theres no one listening?
Can you show me what to do
when all is done?
Chorus:
I know, you know
It hurts
It hurts to be alone
The plan has gone wrong
Like a one-way train going down
Going down, down, down
Going down
Going down, down, down
Oooohhhh
Yes I know, you know
It hurts
It hurts to be alone
Youre wrong, oh youre wrong
On a one-way train going down, going down
Going down, down, down
Going down
Going down, down, down
Thats the feeling
It hurts to be alone.
Going down
song performed by by Roxette
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Ugly Moods
Correction!
I did not say you were ugly.
Not in a physical way.
I meant you had ugly moments.
And you seem to bring them,
With you everyday.
No one denies,
You have looks for the eyes.
And if you kept your mouth shut sometimes...
You will find me more in your presence.
But it is your attitude,
That keeps me distanced.
And right now you are not being pleasant.
This is not the 'essence' I expected.
I am honest like that.
Do you want me to lie?
I did not say you were ugly.
You do have ugly moods.
And I can get very ugly myself...
That is how I recognize
That 'thing' I despise,
In you!
I do.
And two like us sharing that ugliness,
Do not need to be in the same room to feud.
I do not have to prove,
I can get uglier than you!
Even though that would be a challenge.
When you get through being so ugly...
Without your lips hanging down,
That's when I will come back around!
Have a good day!
Right now...
That is all I wish to you to say!
And yes...
You can be,
Very disagreeable and quite ugly!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When a woman removes her garment, she also removes the respect that is hers.
When I Turn Off The Living Room Light
Who cares if youre jewish,
And your breath smells of garlic,
And your nose is a shiny red light.
To me you are gorgeous,
And everythings right,
When I turn off the living room light.
Your clothes are old-fashioned,
Your knuckles are bony,
Your hair looks a terrible sight.
But I dont have to see you,
The way that you are,
When I turn off the living room light.
When I turn off the living room light.
I dont have to see you,
The way that you are,
When I turn off the living room light.
Well its not that you are ugly,
And Im not being cruel,
It helps me to relax, dear,
It helps to keep me cool.
Now I am not intending,
To make you feel ashamed,
Whats wrong in me pretending?
cause you cant help being plain.
Your nose may be bulbous,
Your face may be spotty,
Your skin may be wrinkled and tight.
But I dont want to see you,
The way that you are,
So I turn off the living room light.
We dont feel so ugly,
We dont feel so draggy,
We dont feel so twisted up tight.
And we dont feel as ugly as we really are,
When we turn off the living room light.
When we turn off the living room light.
We dont feel as ugly as we really are,
When we turn off the living room light.
song performed by by Kinks
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Nose
No one cares for the nose
To go nose straight is the tao
If there were no eyes
You could see better with your nose
If there were no nose
you wouldnot distinguish the sweet from the bitter
And there would be no value judgements in the world
And it is the nose that keeps you hot in the cold
And that keeps you cold in Jakodabad
The nose is the vigilant customs officer
That does not allow any drug to your lungs
And the nose cannot be bribed
Oh Nose! the customs officer of the body
And the pivot of value judgement in the world
If that name thou love
Remain with us and teach the noseless world
That it must have a nose in this wartorn world
He who knows the greatness of nose
Surely goes to the realm of rose
In the life to come
Hurrah Let us compose hymns to nose
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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Emergency Surgery
Someone call a doctor
I think Im gonna die
I can feel it gettin heavy
My mind is gettin ? wet?
Someone better help me get back
Into the 21st century
I need help
I need surgery
Help
Help
Help
Help
Someone call a docyor
I think Im going blind
My only diagnosis could be
To find my eyes
Someone better help me
The plot is hotting up
I cant see
It really hurts
It really hurts
It really hurts
It really hurts
It really hurts
It really hurts
Help
Help
Help
Help
Help
Help
Help
song performed by by Gomez
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Arrivals push the existing.
Discovery outdates the old theories.
Invention removes old practices.
Knowledge removes superstitions.
Experience amends opinions.
I rewrite my thoughts repeatedly.
20.01.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Hurts To Be In Love
More and more
Your kiss is like a half opened door
I cant get in
You stop me just before I begin
And it hurts to be in love
When you never get enough
Oh it hurts to be in love
This endless urge
Keeps my body right on the verge
We touch and then
I wanna do it all over again
And it hurts to be in love
When you only want me half as much
I tell you it hurts to be in love
Im always worried you think Im pushing too hard
Oh baby it hurts me when you tell me Im going to far
We touch and then
I wanna do it all over again
And it hurts to be in love
When you only want me half as much
I tell you it hurts to be in love
It hurts
Baby it hurts
It hurts
song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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