Eyesore Poems - Poems about Eyesore

In the world of art not everything will be judged with praise. A Picasso will often raise one’s ire as ugly or disgusting, or worse slapped with a lifetime’s score no higher than an eyesore only because there is none lower! Likewise a piece of modern music like Stravinsky’s “Rite of Spring”, a cacophony of orchestral playing heard in a smash up in rush-hour traffic and...

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The last war I saw Was Crushing Eyesore And I was dead sure Man badly loves a chainsaw: A film that lowered my lower jaw I regarding the scenes from bare floor: The crazy inclusion of Wasting Chainsaw, With all its quartering strength and numbing awe That Man’s Bestiality brought to the fore; A peace move making a thing core And bloodshed an “Exciting Bore”. The...

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The last war I saw Was an eyesore In a crazy film that further lowered my lower jaw And had me dazedly regarding the scene from bare floor Its further showcasing of a monstrous chain saw With all its quartering powers and awe That man’s bestiality brought to the fore Peace talks among factions making something core And bloodletting, at best, an exciting bore. The...

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The last war I accidentally saw Was an eyesore… In a crazy film that lowered my lower Jaw And had me dazedly regarding the scenes from bare-floor; Its further show casing of a hyperactive chainsaw With all its evilly quartering powers and evil awe That man’s bestiality once again brought to the fore Making peace talks a thing to humanity core And much...

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The cowl or other churchly attire The priest’s habit soiled with desire The fanciest should Lucifer hire His noxious nature will not expire...

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Closing my eyes as I attend dreams, I come across an iceberg. I understand all- I comprehend the unimaginable, and just as suddenly I wake. My eyes are accustomed- there is darkness- brightened by halogen lights- an empty veil spied upon, spoiled by the idea of.... something more. There is a sea of I's then...

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clutter to me isn't bad, because it: gives me exercise when looking for things, keeps me company when alone in the house, makes my guests concentrate on me, and hides my lack of artistic talent with interior decor....

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