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No One Questioned the Reek
When behavior they 'then' expressed,
Was not addressed...
But to some questionable?
Those of responsibility could have stood up,
To the plate.
No one did this.
But many bit down to chew!
And...
Instead,
An appreciation for that was shown.
With a bowing to lower eyes and heads.
Mixed signals were sent.
And deceit and devilment...
Were given carte blanche signals,
Not to slow down with caution...
But to move like blinded bulls,
Charging through halls...
Where precious crystal and china were used.
And no one confused a 'no' with a 'go'!
In fact...
Honors were given.
And some medals bestowed.
Some folks were given carte blanche signals.
For more of this to be exposed.
And it showed.
And they did...go!
Taking 'everything' with them,
To an humongous cellpool!
A deepened hole...
Where rooms were added.
And pretensions glowed!
With a renovation to extend the existing stench.
Guests were invited and asked to adorn masks.
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
And it did!
No one hid.
Deceit was done,
And everyone told...
Their bigger 'fibs'.
But...
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
And it did!
No one hid.
Deceit was done,
And everyone told...
Their bigger 'fibs'.
And...
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
No one questioned.
No one questioned.
No one questioned the reek.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Connaught Man (For Hugh Maguire)
Lord, when he shall come home from war,
Give him no pastures green,
But a wet wind and a soft wind
With reek of turf between.
Nor let Thy light shine overmuch
Lest that his soul should fret
For the grey mist and silver mist
That he will not forget.
Build him no pearl-white palaces
Nor gardens fair and fine,
Lest for his bare, far-stretching bogs
His home-sick heart should pine.
Not groves, nor any vermeil walks,
Nor flowery pastures pied,
But the great sweep of sky and land
And the hills at eventide.
Lord, when the men come from the war,
Give each man his desire!
Give him the soft wind and the rain
And the reek of the turf fire.
poem by Katharine Tynan
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Put your hand no farther nor your sleeve may reek.
Oor ain reek's better than ither fowk's fire.
Sincerity
The only thing sincere about them
Is their greed.
Show them something...
Anything you have they deem valuable.
And they will ooze of sincerity!
Reek with kindness and stale platitudes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In This Vast Garden of Variety
If it was not for left stench,
Of your presence...
The freshness of flower scents,
Would be more inviting...
In this vast garden of variety.
But you choose to come,
And leave a reek!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Casuistry
The lawyers argue well to trick the weak.
Clever speech of the leaders soars to peak
to cheat the people to vote.
The bold sounds of quakes you note.
Whispers of the in-laws make the home reek.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Bullish
Who solicited with invitation,
The cursing of our values?
And when did they become worthless?
Even good dirt is used for top soil!
Without a blinking care...
Where did this sludge come from?
And who was given authority,
To put it there for the majority?
Too much concern,
Has been placed on 'bullish' markets!
And no one was prepared or equipped...
To rinse the streets many find now reek!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Exclusively Inflated
They prejudge and evaluate,
On a scale that is much outdated!
And now they find
No one pays them any mind,
And they believe that they are being baited!
But they can't see their isolation is not desired...
Nor are their thoughts no one seeks
From those who reek of egos...
Postdated, wasted, delayed and incubated!
With opinions of themselves...
Exclusively inflated, obnoxious and insulated!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Up And Down
Do you have to be so hard to get
Especially with those emerald eyes
You might have been a neon lover
But you didn't have to advertise
Well come on, well come on
You might have been a crackshot shooter
Hung up on your figurine
Under the cold and darkly sky
You're the only light I've seen
CHORUS
Well come on, well come on
And it happens everytime
I'm still hanging on the line
Don't want to go up and down
You don't have to be so touch
I'll tell you when I've had enough
You don't have to reek with charm
You won't have to twist my arm
Well come on, well come on
CHORUS
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song performed by by Cars
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Those Airwave Heads
Let them talk.
Those airwave heads.
Soon they will have no audience.
And their repetitive nonsense topics...
Will become as familiar,
As the sounds of an ignored dog barking.
Even listening to them now...
Their once divisive madness,
Seem ready to be scrapped as crap!
Some may argue that is freedom of speech.
But should it reek the atmosphere?
With a pollution of it that is clear...
And suffocating!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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False Accusations
Blasphemy,
False accusations,
Secrets,
Departed;
Big and very heavy!
But exposed as a prey to the wicked,
For the land is full of thieves.
Seek, meek, week, leek, geek, peek, reek;
Small and very light!
But your sinful schemes are seen everywhere.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I've Got It To Give
Of course I know how to love.
I am love.
I want to give and receive it.
Why do you think I remain disgruntled?
Because I live a life in bliss?
Well...
I do!
And since I'm not sharing any of it,
I'm pissed!
But I am not dripping with it!
Nor do I choose to reek with sentiments.
When it is recognized,
There will be no surprise...
That it is here,
And I've got it to give!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Taught And Experienced
When one becomes familiar,
With an honesty felt...
That has sincerity and depth,
It is difficutl to accept...
Pretentious substitutions.
Even the ones that come,
Overdone...
And self indulged,
Reek before a word has been seeped,
To encourage communication.
One taught and experienced,
Has no taste for any of this!
With an ability to feel truth existing,
For all it represents and is to be.
There is no keeping an 'is' for what it is...
Kept hidden.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Open The Flood Gates
When water floods your own gates, what do you do?
We are no better, and even less prepared.
Caught in our own snare.
Yet we try to help.
Like we really know what were talking about.
An arrogant master of disasters
Ha ha, don't make me laugh.
We are mere pawns in the mountains of things we don't have the know how for.
A second nuclear disaster, is like opening Pandora's door.
You are all free
Demons reek havoc on this foolish society.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Flimsy
Those who like to say,
They are friends.
Only when they are not being inconvenienced,
By a truth...
That puts them on the line,
Behind denials they did something dishonest.
And not admitting it publicly...
Since this might conflict,
With lies they find hard to remember.
Told with equal conviction.
Added with a seeping reek,
Of overdone sincerety.
Flimsy they are.
False and disposable.
Useless commodities,
No one needs!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Reek of Fresh Rehabilitation
You are much different,
From the kind of person...
I heard you are and would be.
'Don't worry about it.
There are a lot of people I haven't met,
I don't like either.
Socially I rely upon rumors.
Few take the time to get to know anyone.
And with the rumors and gossip as good as they are today...
Why bother?
Who do you know sits around without something juicy to share?
Everybody seems to be riding on a downslide.'
But you don't have to participate!
'Oh please please please!
You reek of fresh rehabilitation.
Were you 'just' released from prison? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your Vision Is Not To Be Questioned
Am 'I' arrogant?
Is this something you are assuming?
Or does this show?
Have you been told this?
I want to know.
'It is too obvious to deny!
You reek of it! '
Great.
You had me worried.
I thought this was something you assumed.
And I've been spending too much time,
Nourishing it to ensure it blooms.
It's not yet perfected.
I am allowing it to grow.
'You have an absence of humility!
None that I can see.'
That too is wonderful.
At least your vision is not to be questioned.
Not by me.
Thanks!
You have restored my faith.
I admit sometimes it weakens.
And I pray everyday,
To keep it available and on display.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Up & Down
Do you have to be so hard to get
Especially with those emerald eyes
You might have been a neon lover
But you didnt have to advertise
Well come on, well come on
You might have been a crackshot shooter
Hung up on your figurine
Under the cold and darkly sky
Youre the only light Ive seen
Chorus
Well come on, well come on
And it happens everytime
Im still hanging on the line
Dont want to go up and down
You dont have to be so touch
Ill tell you when Ive had enough
You dont have to reek with charm
You wont have to twist my arm
Well come on, well come on
Chorus
song performed by by Cars
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Even darkness can take a breath
When the smell of tears becomes a friend,
of familiarity if not of love;
When the sheets of sadness reek
and muted wishes are carried high up above.
A prayer for the dying and the death of the living,
is muttered inside one's quiet still mind.
For death has come on painted wings, and now walks and wakens
within the souls of living, breathing mankind.