Reason commands us far more imperiously than a master; for in disobeying the one we are unfortunate, and in disobeying the other we are fools.
quote by Blaise Pascal
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Sorry I Am Not Perfect
I'm sorry for lying
I'm sorry for trying
I'm sorry for crying
I'm sorry for dying
I'm sorry Mom
I'm sorry Dad
I'm sorry for being bad.
I'm sorry not being a good lad.
I'm sorry for disobeying
I'm sorry for being dishonest
I'm sorry for being so churlish
Although I never said sorry
This is one way for being so naughty.
I may not be the perfect daughter.
I may not be the perfect sister.
I may not be even a perfect friend.
But I am not a perfect women.
My body isn't perfect.
My speech isn't perfect..
My work isn't perfect...
Why aren't I perfect?
poem by Monica Rose
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A voice crying in the wilderness
Revealed to me exclusively.
Its natures plan to erase man.
No one accepts this prophecy.
They don’t believe that nature can.
Tight close their eyes so they can’t see
the facts parade before their eyes.
Although they will eventually
when they are facing their demise.
We’re living in the latter days.
We have been warned which we ignored
perhaps too late to mend our ways.
So we will reap our just reward.
become extinct like dinosaurs
for disobeying Natures Laws.
25-Jun-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The Looseness of Lips
Once they begin to flap without touch.
Flip and flapping back learned early...
And we adored them so much!
Once they were told twice to shut up.
And nothing could stop them.
Not even a spanking butt!
Then they began to get tight,
Disobeying and stubborn.
Making mommy think...
Of putting her own head in the oven!
Then one day,
The looseness of lips starts to calm.
When a twelve year old girl has a boy on her arm.
And daddy and mommy are looking quite alarmed.
Unbelieving they sit and pray,
Their daughter's baby isn't born...
Or an abortion is on the way!
And nothing is said about safe sex!
Gone into elusiveness is loose lips next regret!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Veil Debate
From a veiled point of view:
*Because I love my love
I want him and only him
To see the beauty of my beauty
*Because I love my God
I fear his anger
And do my best
To obey His word
/It is controversial
And if it is controversial
Take the safe side
/Either/
/Or/
F rom an unveiled point of view:
*Simplify
Especially
When you are not really disobeying Him
Because He wants us
To live
An easy and simple life
His Mercy overwhelmed His Anger
/One has to choose
/And it is not an easy choice!
poem by Eman Elbadawi
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Disobedient Son
The disobeying son is a little thought for the father,
When this disobedience arrived and departed.
Disobedience had effects on the family like a pan has with juices,
Cooking with fire and tasting better, yet in danger of burning.
The one son obeying another man
Caused the ferocity of the night,
Exceeding normality, and keeping fire
In the throat and eyes, like a dangerous man using
Expertise for the killing.
This son disobeyed at the end of this awkward flap of light,
Morning came with peace to look at and enjoy.
The father felt incensed by the whole fiasco,
Enjoying the obeying acts of his daughters.
poem by Naveed Akram
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No Guarantee
The night is as deep as the sea
And my heart is disobeying me
Raging thoughts all soothed beneath your hand
Looking in your eyes I think I understand
Let's take it now for we both know too well
That love's no guarantee
Will it stay or go no way to tell
But tonight is ours and tonight is all we need
For now love's no guarantee
The thunder I hear must be my own
Rushing through my head I should have known
I will take and give it back to you
And your paradise can be mine for a moment too
Let's take it now for we both know too well
That love's no guarantee
Will it stay or go no way to tell
For tonight is ours and tonight is all we need
For now love's no guarantee
No promises no tears to shed
Nothing to break these precious hours
Leaving a trace I'll not erase
This tender love was ours
Let's take it now for we both know too well
That love's no guarantee
Will it stay or go no way to tell
song performed by by Melissa Etheridge
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Something Of a Higher Consciousness Knows Everything
We were all given the same rules.
And the consequences for disobeying them,
Were tested.
By more than just a few.
Why many are protesting the results,
Of those tests...
That upset them to experience their distress,
Is their lesson not mine.
I struggle very hard and fight against temptation.
And I don't always win.
However,
Those lessons I accepted...
I had never expected them to end.
Maybe that is why,
I am not afraid to make mistakes...
And learn until my tears cried dry.
Whereas...
Others may repeatedly ask for a forgiveness.
And believing they are secretly in discreet.
With a perception that what is done,
Can not be seen by 'deities' beyond.
With a hiding of their business,
Away from public scrutiny.
And I am not that foolish...
To think what I do,
Is not spiritually viewed and judged too!
If I can oberved 5th graders doing exactly,
Those things I've done...
And they ignore me as if I am invisible?
I know that very same thing is being done to me.
Something of a higher consciousness,
Knows everything about my exiistence.
And praying everyday is what I do!
'Dear Father?
I know You can see me.
But here's the deal.
And my appeal...'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Experiment Experienced As Life
Split divisions within divisions split.
Tattooed decisions made,
To brand and pierce skin...
Without regard,
For these 'vehicles' we ride inside.
Gifted...
Yet to us we've been loaned.
To thoughtlessly do,
Those misdeeds we've shown.
Increasing a disrespect and value for life,
To dispel that this is a fact that's known.
As we diminish our influence on Earth,
With a disbelief there is no Supreme Deity...
Observing every speck we leave unconsciously,
From birth.
To displease this Almighty 'Deity'.
As we refuse to take flight to greater heights,
Flown!
In exploration.
Not condemnation.
To sow as grown and harvested.
And we wonder why our treasured life...
Speeds ever so rapidly,
Towards a meeting with a demise...
We seem to have chosen with blind eyes!
Prone to be conditioned to acceptable limits.
And pray, we do, to have things our way.
Disobeying every sign that has displayed...
WHAT controls!
WHAT rules and commands.
And WHAT can end it all one day!
To dismiss this experiment experienced as life,
Symbolized to rituals fixed and worshipped.
Since we have yet to perceive,
A Magnificent Deity conceiving...
Our fragile existence as nothing,
To sacrifice.
Because we do not pride ouselves,
With a gratefulness.
Although...
For a Creator of such Awesome Power,
Prepared to deliver without hesitation...
What is seemed we most want and wish,
To give us and be done with it as asked...
And quick.
With such a Divine swiftness.
Never to disappoint those saved and serving,
In an observing faithfulness kept.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A War a Mother lost
A single mother barely
out of teen
Toils hard in a
voracious army canteen
Prepares fuel for the
killer machines
So she can afford to
cook at home
Her son, a sapling
is ten months old
And her relatives
have miseries untold
She refused a
posting in war
Coz her lone son
may suffer
emotional scars
A war in which
whoever win
Humanity is sure
to cry and whine.
But no one is going
to heard child’s plea
Because she has been
jailed for disobeying
state’s decree.
Somewhere a
volcano dormant
for centuries
emits fire
Perhaps angry at
heavenly sire.
(After reading a news that a single mom, was jailed after she refused a posting in war zone)
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
19/11/09
poem by Hitesh Sheth
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Shattered Realism
Deceptions are at large.
what you see, hear, smell, feel
is not as it may seem...
forging your beliefs into,
the path of reality...
merging them with,
unseen and unobserved mysteries...
'they' find it easier if you,
obey at once...'they' know that
disobeying is much harder
not at first, but still the same...
Believe this, though it doesn't feel right!
what we search is no more,
what we need is no more,
no more is now what you only know.
only one path left to tread on...
one plan to make it all right...
create your own destiny,
your own future...
rebel against!
against the lies
before your eyes...
giving up everything you want,
forgetting everything you've learned,
leaving everyone you love,
trusting nothing, but your instincts...
renunciate...or consecrate yourself!
become the force you want to be,
become the sun you want to be,
give the sight & the light to the world...
Force the mind to make the difference...
From your thoughts,
Erase the world...
you'll be the difference! ! !
poem by Pamuditha Zen Anjana
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At The Expense Spent
Almost bare to nearly naked wearing feathers,
On a fashion runway with arms out stretched.
And the viewers watching this in prime-time on TV,
Are solicited to believe this temptress has secrets!
Hidden behind see through loosely fitting attachments.
While those assigned to probe the internet,
Hope to find anyone disobeying censorship laws...
That protect and not conflict with the innocence,
Of children maiming and killing enemies depicted...
Found conveniently on high priced video games.
And at the expense spent by parents wishing...
Their children less exposed to filth they might read!
Or perceived to bring to them mental harm,
That may cause them to commit deeds...
A wholesome and normal society declares is inappropriate.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tumble Out Of The Flood: [Bukj föl az árból]
Terrify me, my hidden God,
I need your wrath, your scourge, your thunder;
quick, come tumble out of the flood,
lest nothingness sweep us asunder.
I am the one the horse knocks down,
up to my eyes in dirt, a cipher,
and yet I play with knives of pain
too monstrous for man's heart to suffer.
How easily I flame! the sun
is not more prone to burn--be frightening,
scream at me: leave the fire alone!
Rap my hands with your bolt of lightning.
Hammer it into me with rage
or grace: it's innocence that's evil!
that innocence could be my cage
burns at me fiercer than a devil.
A fragment from a wreck I lie,
tossed by a cruel tempest frothing;
alone; I dare, and I defy:
all merely signifying nothing.
I'd choke my very breath, to die,
your rod and staff thus disobeying,
and look you boldly in the eye,
you empty, human-faced unbeing!
poem by Attila Jozsef
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The Ottoman
At the foot of my parents bed was an ottoman,
it was old fashioned, but solid and sound.
My father said it had been locked for a reason,
to stop children from nosing around.
This unusual ottoman kind of haunted me
and I was curious to look inside.
One morning I found a key in the green house
and it looked like the ottoman’s size
Within minutes I was face to face with the ottoman,
the key turned the lock, so I took a peek.
A burning light shone at the bottom of a stairway;
so this was the secret my father wished to keep.
My burning curiosity had got the better of me,
so I lifted the lid wider and got inside.
Down the steps I ventured with caution,
my ears twitching, and eyes open wide.
The steps led down a narrow spiral staircase,
which met a corridor, with a door at the end.
Behind the creaky door was another corridor
and a wooden stairway which I did ascend.
This led me back up to the ottoman,
which was strange, but had to accept.
I decided to mull this over in my bedroom,
but someone was sleeping, so out there I crept.
I couldn’t believe it when I saw myself sleeping,
but then my father called me down for tea.
He and mum smiled, and dad ruffled my hair,
it was then that I came face to face with me.
I ran from the kitchen, up to my parent’s bedroom;
into the ottoman, and returned the way I came.
Everyone was sitting down for tea when I joined them
and dad knew, that I wouldn’t be disobeying him again.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Fools Blindfolded In Duels
Fools blindfolded in duels.
The unfortunate sadness of all of this is,
They have come to champion their own demise.
In a cohesive collectedness...
Based on racist politics,
That has liberals pitted against those conservative.
And no one sabered with this 'arrogance'
Takes into account,
A country splitting into pieces of disaster!
As the severity of their actions surmount.
Fools blindfolded in duels.
A saving of a lost quality of life.
And that is being proclaimed,
By those too ignorant...
To assess their own shame.
Or a self examination,
That leads by steps to an unregrettable,
End.
Fools blindfolded in duels.
And those owning and holding the debt...
Could care less!
Since they...
Unannounced,
And undeclared...
Have long been the winners,
Of these 'foreign' affairs not theirs...
To bare or shoulder in deceit!
And they observe from distances...
Fools blindfolded in duels.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Seed Lays Still...
A seed lays still no commands from anyone,
No eyes, no voice, no brain silent still,
Rain comes and goes and leaves, its reason done.
A tiny root anchors who commands,
A growth grows up and points to the sun,
More roots to feed, itself expands,
The long climb for the oak tree has begun.
Nature overseen by our all mighty God,
Another hymn of thanks to be sung
poem by Ken e Hall
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Lord of the Flies
Oh Master my Master
Oh where have you been
I wallowed in filth and
I drowned in sin
Oh Master my Master
It's my rotten luck
To swim in the decay
And swallow the muck
Oh Master my Master
I stand in the fires
Surrounded by murderers
Thieves, cheaters, and liars
Oh Master my Master
the earth has turned red
Fluid with blood
Of the recently dead
Oh Master my Master
What's wrong with the world
The blackness unfolds
Like a flag that's unfurled
Oh Master my Master
You ignore my cries
And now I'm quite sure
You're the Lord of the Flies
poem by Anonymous Ghurl
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Stages of Man
The new-born babe helplessly lies
In mother’s lap, most of the time;
For nursing, care and love, it cries –
Before slumber, ‘lullaby’ rhyme.
Like frisking lambs, all children play,
And wear a smile on face always,
And jump about with joy all day,
And cry in sympathetic ways.
The adolescent questions much,
Disobeying and works with fuss,
Refusing house-hold chores to touch,
And does most things under duress.
The adult stands on his own feet;
None can advise him/ her with ease;
Deciding what and when to eat,
As trials come, to spoil the peace.
But old-age mellows everyone!
The hunch-backed frame is slow and weak;
While daily jobs are left half-done,
For help, they always others seek!
From womb to tomb, this is what’s man;
Even the mighty ones turn calm,
Whatever be their earthly span;
They turn to God for heart’s-soul’s balm!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-6-2008
poem by John Celes
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I Love....
i love...
that's the reason i walk,
the reason i breathe.
the reason i grieve.
the reason i dance.
the reason i smile.
the reason i listen.
the reason i offer a hand.
the reason i see beauty.
the reason i see both darkness,
and light....
the reason i take chances.
the reason i keep going.
the reason i get angry.
the reason i forgive.
the reason i touch.
the reason i question.
the reason i believe.
the reason i am tolerant.
the reason i understand.
the reason i fall.
the reason i fly.
the reason i write...
the reason i am what i am!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Losing Life to Fear
In fear of being heard,
In fear of being understood,
In fear of not being heard,
In fear of not being understood,
In fear of being misheard,
In fear of being misunderstood,
In fear of hearing too much,
In fear of understanding too much,
In fear of saying too much,
In fear of saying too little,
In fear of being too enlightened,
In fear of not being factually correct,
In fear of being too bright,
In fear of being too ignorant,
In fear of being praised,
In fear of being bullied,
In fear of not being like others,
In fear of loosing my individuality,
In fear of being ostracized,
In fear of being camouflaged,
In fear of being the attraction,
In fear of being ignored,
In fear of being too different,
In fear of being too common,
In fear of following others,
In fear of disobeying others,
In fear of being too gullible,
In fear of being too stubborn,
In fear of being used,
In fear of being misused,
In fear of rewards,
In fear of punishments,
In fear of responsibility,
In fear of expectations,
In fear of being trusted,
In fear of being mistrusted,
In fear of your lack of response,
In fear of your over-reaction,
In fear of eternal silence,
In fear of noisy communication,
In fear of your acceptance,
In fear of your rejection,
In fear of exciting you,
In fear of upsetting you,
In fear of loving you,
In fear of hating you,
In fear of your love,
In fear of your hatred,
In fear of being loved,
In fear of being hated,
In fear of thinking,
In fear of existing,
In fear of living,
In fear of dying,
In fear of being myself,
In fear of being another,
In fear of knowing myself,
In fear of neglecting myself,
I lost my voice;
I lost my identity;
I lost my self.
I lost this life;
I lost my life;
I lost life's life.
poem by Suraj Samtani
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Regretting Their Actions
Unfortunate are those,
Who select their victims with venom.
Those who are blinded by an agenda picked,
Without facts that are offered to them...
But set with a mindset,
To appease a personal illness.
And this had been done with ease.
Unfortunate are those,
Deciding to choose the ones perceived,
As vulnerable.
Those they believed were without friends.
Those they have chosen,
To be open and defenseless.
Unfortunate are those with minds like this!
And they are the ones to ultimately suffer the most.
First to scream an unjustice has been done.
Although they are the ones,
To instigate...
Their own pain and defeat!
And exposed to be evil...
From discretions selected privately.
Now publicly observed as acts to deceive.
Unfortunate are the ones like these...
Regretting their actions,
At the expense of destroying their own lives.
Weeping and seeking...
Places to hide!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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