I hate ugliness. You know I'm allergic to ugliness.
quote by Imelda Marcos
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Leaving Ugliness To Forget
Needed...
Is much more love.
Needed...
Is faith and hope.
With a touch one gives,
To hug!
And needed,
Is a bit more patience.
And not all that ugliness...
Pushed from anyone's lips.
Needed...
Are a few recipes.
Those kind that mixes joy...
With a rise to increase peace.
And what we need,
Is an empathy believed.
We are together here...
And not bits of eaten cheese.
Needed...
Is much more love.
Needed...
Is faith and hope.
With a touch one gives,
With lots of hugs!
And needed,
Is a bit more patience.
And not all that ugliness...
Just to push,
From anyone's lips.
We don't need that ugliness,
Just to push,
From anyone's lips.
No no no no!
We don't need that ugliness...
Just to push,
From anyone's lips.
Oh no oh no no...
We don't need that ugliness.
An ugliness like this,
To forget!
Oh no oh no no...
We don't need that ugliness.
An ugliness like this...
Pushed from anyone's lips!
We can have more happiness...
Leaving ugliness to forget.
Yes,
We can have more happiness...
If we left ugliness to forget!
If we left ugliness to forget!
Leaving ugliness...
To forget.
There's no benefit at all in it!
Leaving ugliness...
To forget.
There's no benefit at all in it!
Leaving ugliness...
To forget.
There's no benefit at all in it!
Leaving ugliness...
To forget!
Everybody needs to convince...
All the people!
There's no benefit at all in it!
Everybody needs to convince...
All the people!
There's no benefit at all in it!
We need to leave an ugliness...
To forget!
We need to repent and not re-invent...
An ugliness.
There's no benefit at all in it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In the matter of furnishing, I find a certain absence of ugliness far worse than ugliness.
quote by Sidonie Gabrielle Colette
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An Evolution That Has Erased The Yesterdays
Too much ugliness exists.
And too much of it is persisted.
Clear choices today are being readily defined.
Making up one's mind as to which road to take,
Is for many not a decision to contemplate.
It may be difficult for some to switch up...
From steps taken to reverse what has been done.
But it can be done...
If a wish for happiness is to come!
Too much ugliness exists.
And too much of it is persisted.
There are those confused,
By the suddenness of change.
But it's not as if it had been hidden.
Not for those who have witnessed,
A quality of life that is not the same.
Closed eyes are different from those that are blind.
Some choose not to see what is.
Others who can not see period...
Have survived with sharpened minds.
And are quick to sense...
The atmosphere has been stimulated,
By the addition of increased decadence.
Too much ugliness exists.
And too much of it is persisted.
A higher consciousness has arrived,
And it struggles with accepted commonness.
But this slide that delights some,
Comes to an end to unravel comforts under the Sun.
To achieve a peace slowly becoming noticed.
And those overdosed with delusions that limit...
Will find themselves anguished,
By an evolution that has erased the yesterdays.
Leaving them revolving in memories dissolving.
And not a sign ahead that shows,
Those times will be revisited.
Too much ugliness exists.
And too much of it is persisted with...
But,
Not for long!
Drastic changes have come to move us on!
With or without the necessity for debate.
Or an appreciative applause in waiting.
Many are already too stunned with disbelief...
That the onslaught of love has come,
To achieve the 'real' version of peace.
Too much ugliness exists.
And too much of it is persisted with...
But,
Not for long!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our Future Generation
Life picked up its ugly head, and all you see
Is the scars from wars, murders, suicides
Torture, hurt and pain.
Life is not a bed of roses in which we could lay.
It is painful in every way.
We see and hear of the ugliness 24/7
But we do not live it 24/7.
I know it will not disappear in our lifetime.
But I like to think that with GOD, love, faith, and education
We have a chance for some type of
Peace for the future generation.
The LORD does give us a reprieve from the ugliness
To enjoy all his beauties.
So this is to our:
FUTURE GENERATIONS.
Enjoy the beauties of the day
For you don’t know what may come your way.
Take your time to smell the flowers
And inhale those aromatic powers
look at the trees in the ground
and enjoy the soft gentle breeze that goes around.
Take a child for a walk- sit on a park bench and just talk.
Walk in the sand on the beaches
Explain about the oceans and all it teaches.
Show them the beauties in the sky
Let them ask questions as to how and why.
Let them see our majestic mountains
Hidden caves, rivers, streams, and fountains.
Show them the animals and birds of our lands
Explain to them, so they’ll understand.
It is true! That there is ugliness all around
But there are also beauties to be found.
The beauties of life being created
What a wonderful, fantastic, spiritual inspiration,
What about the moon and stars up in the skies
Lighting up the darkness for you and I.
It matters not of your gender
But to love you must surrender.
Love is the key to peace in every land
So we must learn to take a stand.
If we show that only
ugliness will survive
then love will surely die.
So to the future generations
This I must say: ugliness is here to stay.
How would you be able to compare
If there was nothing to compare it to.
Bur GOD knew just what to do.
He made everything in twos
Male, female- rich, poor - happiness, sadness
Love, hate - and everything he done
Is completely great.
poem by Louis Rams
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Love conceals ugliness, and hate sees many faults.
Why do we go around acting as though everything was friendship and reliability when basically everything everywhere is full of sudden hate and ugliness?
quote by Anna Freud
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Of The Visage Of Things
OF the visages of things--And of piercing through to the accepted
hells beneath;
Of ugliness--To me there is just as much in it as there is in
beauty--And now the ugliness of human beings is acceptable to
me;
Of detected persons--To me, detected persons are not, in any respect,
worse than undetected persons--and are not in any respect worse
than I am myself;
Of criminals--To me, any judge, or any juror, is equally criminal--
and any reputable person is also--and the President is also.
poem by Walt Whitman
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From Zero to Zero
O soul of my
You say a lot about the goodness
You say many things about ugliness
So where are you supposed to be?
O soul of my
You say a lot of reasons for doing a good
You say a lot of reasons to shy away from ugliness
So which one have you done?
O soul of my
You must know that the mind is the commander who determines a person's good-bad
You must know that the reason that encourage people to do something in this world
Could then you are always aware of the passions that every time it comes flirting?
O soul of my
Weep for all your iniquities
Be thankful for each 'point' your kindness and sincerity
and
Always remember the Lord thy God..
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Someone Keeps Moving My Chair
Mr. horrible
Mr. horrible
Telephone call for mr. horrible
But before he can talk to the ugliness men
Theres some horrible business left
For him to attend to
Something unpleasant has spilled on his brain
As he sponges it off they say
Is this horrible?
Is this horrible?
Its the ugliness men, mr. horrible
Were just trying to bug you
We thought that our dreadfulness
Might be a thing to annoy you with
But mr. horrible says, I dont mind
The thing that bothers me is
Someone keeps moving my chair
Would you mind if we balance this glass of milk
Where your visiting friend accidentally was killed?
Would it be okay with you if we wrote a reminder
Of things well forget to do today otherwise,
Using a green magic marker, if its alright
On the back of your head?
Mr. horrible
Mr. horrible
Were not done with you yet mr. horrible
You have to try on these pants so the ugliness men
Can decide if theyre just as embarrassing as we think
We have to be sure about this
But mr. horrible says, I dont mind
The thing that bothers me is
Someone keeps moving my chair
Someone keeps moving my chair
Mr. horrible says, I dont mind
The thing that bothers me is
Someone keeps moving my chair
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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How Can I Write A Poem/ When I Am Filled With Inner Ugliness
HOW CAN I WRITE A POEM/ WHEN I AM FILLED WITH INNER UGLINESS
How can I write a poem
When I am filled with inner ugliness
Envy sadness disappointment hopelessness?
How can I write a poem
When discouragement so deep in me
And so relentless?
The poem itself
Its writing
Restores hope-
Truly or falsely
If only to some small degree
Writing these words
I at least now feel
Perhaps there is some small use and meaning to me
After all.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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If The Camera Breaks..
Do you want to take a picture?
Fine go ahead, with a clicky click, click take.
Wait, hang on a second I didn't put on my smiling face.
Now try try and try.
For with my ugliness the camera might just break.
Do you want to take a picture?
Fine go ahead, with a clicky click, click take.
Wait, hang on a second I didn't put on my smiling face.
Now try try and try.
For with my ugliness the camera might just break.
If it does don't expect me pay.
And if you have pour gasoline on yourself, light the fire and jump out 10 story window just to get the images out of your head.
Just don't expect me to feel guilty.
Do you want take a picture?
Fine go ahead, with a clicky click, click take.
Wait, hang on a second I didn't put on my smiling face.
Now try try and try.
For with my ugliness the camera might just break.
Do you want take a picture.
Fine go ahead, with a clicky click, click take.
Wait, hang on a second I didn't put on my smiling face.
Now try try and try.
For with my ugliness the camera might just break.
Don't say I didn't warn you if the camera it breaks.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Hanani
I am allergic to snkaes and you are allergic to snails,
But our next door neighbour is allergic to dogs!
Vision and technology,
Framed with the decorum of the imaginations of your love;
But i have no husband to look after these children.
Hanani my friend,
The dinner table is set but i am alone with my kids;
And i need you around to join the party!
For we are all allergic to something on this earth and,
Your request will be of a soun use when you do visit.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Beauty today, Ugly tomorrow
Beauty and ugliness everywhere
Beauty in the eyes and mind of the admirer
Ugliness in the eyes and mind of the hater
Transformational reconstruction everywhere,
Driven by muscle and led by mind,
Tomorrow's eyes do not see the same as Yesterday's
Beauty today, ugly tomorrow
No guarantee beauty today will be beauty tomorrow
No guarantee ugliness today will be ugliness tomorrow
No guarantee structures standing today will be standing tomorrow
The world is beautiful by mankind
Man is forever in the chase of dirt
Today I live on my terms, tomorrow I watch and smile or cry
Today may look like tomorrow if wishes were horses
Tomorrow is uncertain
Everything in it is uncertain
Our wish ends in our hearts and minds
Our wish is castles in the air except today,
It is imaginary with no contract for reality
The brain is jelly in the minds of progeny
Our wish is noble in our minds,
Our wish is liquid in the minds of progeny
Today's life is dirt and gold like tomorrow it will be,
Today, tomorrow, yesterday, life is the same,
One purpose for living but different states, tastes and times,
Change is forever rolling by, spicing up states, tastes and times,
A turning wheel with no end
Milestones flashing past, no distance covered,
February 2012
Niki Nkuna
poem by Niki Nicholas Nkuna
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The Mask
yes, there was this man in the village
he was happy.
yet, no one know who he really was
even until death.
all his life he wore the mask of the happy man
dignified and praised.
when he lived till 60 he wore the mask through and through
he was famous for his love and charity.
till his funeral the people cried
there i saw the mask, smiling and always willing to help
always empathizing, always willing to understand
the plight of each and everyone
and he was buried a happy man
time buries all including the mask of the happy man
if only they had taken time to dig him out from his grave
they could have seen the rotten ugliness beneath the mask of happiness
let him go, those who knew later said
he was a happy man, he served us so well, let him be, we pray.
i know the ugliness of his true self
but i guess, no one likes to hear what it is.
my lips are sealed
now we must praise him again: posthumously.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Thou knoweth love not like me
Thou knowth love not like me
Thou whom are beauty bound to grace
And me whom is hideous and ugly
Marred to the soul, marred on my face.
I know love's temptation but loved am not
As thou art loved and love no one
I love love but never felt it, only besought
The love thou have, beloved by all like the sun.
I lament in ugliness and with ugliness alone
As beauteous thee, with love marry
I decay like death, and wither to the bone
Married thou art mythicized into a ferry
Beautiful, angelic, thou know love's power
Ugly and hideous I know love's final hour……
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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That ugly man..
Who can forget- if and when you’ve seen him -
that student whose whole face and body language
shout at you the demand,
‘Hate my ugliness! Tell me that I’m right
to hate myself! ’
That man, of whom it’s said
that once a lady saw, as standing right beside him,
golden Apollo alive himself? ..
Who can know what tricks gods play on us;
or who, of humans, devotes their whole life
to play out this charade?
And how deeply does this ‘ugly’ man
believe this to be his own self?
A living human parable perhaps:
here to remind us just how much
we yearn for, know of, that eternal truth
whose face is beauty; is, ourself.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Blind Trust for M'lady Lynda
I searched for love a life long quest
but always love eluded me.
Although I tried I failed the test
no woman ever looked to see.
Beneath my rough exterior
that I was faithful true and kind.
They saw me as inferior
and not the man they had in mind.
The ideal man they hoped to wed.
They shuddered at the sight of me
regarded me with fear and dread.
I had no doubt I was ugly.
Though tall and strong my face was marred.
A port wine stain disfigures me.
Although I found it very hard
I was quite sure that there must be.
Some woman somewhere who would dare
disregard my ugliness
A woman brave enough to bear
my company without duress.
I met a maiden in distress.
Though she had eyes she could not see.
I treated her with gentleness
she blindly placed her trust in me.
Her guide dog had deserted her.
She was afraid lost and alone
the area unfamiliar.
She could not manage on her own
My ugliness she could not see
and judged me without prejudice.
She trusted me instinctively.
To me a gift beyond all price.
We walked and talked like two old friends
despite the fact we had just met.
How odd it is that fate depends
on factors chosen randomly.
She could not see my ugliness
but I could see she needed me
to rescue her from her distress
and thus it was eventually.
My lady fell in love with me
I dared propose and she said yes.
The blemish which she could not see
no barrier to happiness.
She sometimes tells me teasingly
that I’m a very handsome man
. Though with her eyes she cannot see
she swears that with her heart she can.
4-Mar-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Where Hate Comes From
Rejection of a child
Blackens his world with hate.
He never grows up mild,
But with anger his heart pulsates.
He always sees the wrong
Or the ugliness of his life,
Confused as to where he belongs
He wallows in fear and strife.
Rejection keeps him hating,
Imprisons him in venom.
It devours his every thinking
And strikes everyone who will come.
There is no cure for this toxin-
It's a poison that creates the monster
It erupts from the hate within,
And destroys the Source thereafter.
...... ................................................. .......................
May 15,2008
Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Reconstructing An Image Of Self
to reconstruct
he took some portraits of himself,
in different angles,
went to the photo editor
adjusted the lighting,
contrast, experimenting on the hues
the frames, and then saves each
reconstruction,
abstracts, hides the bad spots
revises,
and then puts the mixture of gray and white,
save
someone opens it
and sees the different faces of yourself
and concludes that indeed
you are in deep thought
contemplating
on shedding off
the unwanted ugliness
that had long been residing
in you
it makes the feeling that
contains that needed
saving grace
it can be a lie
but it can also be redeeming
I've seen it myself
i feel the gladness of the soul
in me
go on, take more, reconstruct some more
live!
live!
make the most of life
hide the ugliness
embrace the power of life that beauty
promises to give
you
is it a lie?
don't bother
make use of the bad
side
take it to the
good......
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Res Ipsa Loquitor (2)
let the poems
without mouths
and teeth
without lips
and tongue
let these poems
speak for themselves
let them be
take them for whatever they are
their appearances
let them smell the way they exude themselves
let them be
let their essence be within themselves
even without our own thoughts impressing
imposing dictating
destroying
annihilating
let the poems be like dew
dissolving to the warm rays of the sun
the poems-in-themselves
even without the necessary
english-ness...
let the poems have no shame
in whatever language
in whatever form
let the lousiness be a poem in itself
let the ugliness make you feel its ugliness
let the beauty be there
side by side with everything: darkness and light
evil and good
order and chaos
stars and explosives
pins and touch
holiness and profaneness
etc and the exclusive
specifics and generalities
you and them
and let your feelings go beyond all these
in that field where anything does not matter
where there is no more bother
but just this companionship
this togetherness this wonder
this bewilderment without end
this forever-ness, this eter
nity.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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