We blocked them inside the city. Their rear is blocked.
quote by Mohammed Saeed al-Sahaf
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Life
Eyes closed light blocked
Heart closed love blocked
Both opened life enthralled
poem by Somanathan Iyer
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Surroundings-14
Wedding
Wedding
Opposite house
People throng and throng flocked
Nose blocked-canopied street perfumed
Street blocked
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Comfortable Fog
Intoxicated...
By the wrong choice of toxins,
Inside of a chosen box.
Even if one should step out,
To venture...
A hindering of a forget or a forget me not,
Option...
Is an addiction one adopts,
When an honesty is blocked.
And as intoxicated as many have been,
A thick fog on the outside of their doors...
Hides more than unseen surroundings.
It keeps those inside imprisoned...
With minds clogged,
By forget or forget me not options...
Few who pass with interactive lives,
Are caring less who hides inside!
And if lights are turned off...
With shades pulled down to avoid Sunlight.
A life unlived would still not be noticed.
Since from inside what is seen,
Would be a surrounding of comfortable fog.
Intoxicated...
By the wrong choice of toxins,
Inside of a chosen box.
Even if one should step out,
To venture...
A hindering of a forget or a forget me not,
Option...
Is an addiction one adopts,
When an honesty is blocked.
And engulfed...
With the surrounding of comfortable fog
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Empty False Praising
Methods used to create new enemies,
All but seem increasingly less effective...
These days of fading hollow gestures.
Even traditionalists once quick,
To defend their self righteousness...
Are re-evaluating their positions.
Mostly based upon myth and superstitions.
The end has come to empty false praising.
Tick tock,
That clock with time...
Has been blocked to stop!
The end has come to empty false praising.
Tick tock,
That clock with time...
Has been blocked to stop!
More are more willing to switch beliefs,
Than to fight against...
Those conformists frozen and locked,
In mindsets of deceit.
The end has come to empty false praising.
Tick tock,
That clock with time...
Has been blocked to stop!
The end has come to empty false praising.
Tick tock,
That clock with time...
Has been blocked to stop!
Methods used to create new enemies,
All but seem increasingly less effective...
These days of fading hollow gestures.
Even traditionalists once quick,
To defend their self righteousness...
Are re-evaluating their positions.
Mostly based upon myth and superstitions.
The end has come to empty false praising.
Tick tock,
That clock with time...
Has been blocked to stop!
The end has come to empty false praising.
Tick tock,
That clock with time...
Has been blocked to stop!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Writer's Block
Writers block
a gift for us
in multitudes
an unending treasure
wealth of the seven kings
when we are two together
but I deprived
of the sweet grain
barren of the quite
drizzling rain
bereft from the
blissful stream
I am blocked.
though
senses go
for a thrill
ideas score
a nil
a sense of infertility
creeps in
in solitude
crowded in,
the clouds
with heavy rain
flooded me
and I am marooned.
among the great ideas
I lose myself
In the cobweb
knitted
So complex
I can not find
My desired thread
My senses starved
I am blocked, again.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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A factotum editor
A factotum editor
An editor
All in one
Factotum
Requested for a poem
I sit down
With a pad
Holding the pen tight
I look up
Marvelled with the architect
Crystal clear
Of the blue sky
With a blasting frustration
Bursting disgust
I leave my cushion
At the far distances
No trace of any cloud
Or rain
I am blocked
In the way
Of my rushing out
i see a face
totally worn out
out of grace
it is of humanity
tortured by injustice
deceit and hypocrisy
the cloud bursts
the dyke breaks
I am drowned
In emotions and tears
can not compose
even a verse
I am totally confused and lost
among the words
again I am blocked
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Manifesting In Arrested Sleep
Left behind.
Most have jumped into safety nets.
Held by clinging vines.
And time has stopped.
Minds are blocked.
Onlookers can't believe,
People frozen yet they breathe.
And time has stopped.
Minds are blocked.
Onlookers can't believe,
People frozen yet they breathe.
Manifesting in arrested sleep.
Time has stopped!
Manifesting in arrested sleep.
Minds are blocked!
Manifesting in arrested sleep.
And onlookers can't believe,
People frozen yet they breathe.
Left behind.
Most have jumped into safety nets.
Held by clinging vines.
And onlookers can't believe,
People frozen yet they breathe.
Time has stopped!
Manifesting in arrested sleep.
Minds are blocked!
Manifesting in arrested sleep.
And onlookers can't believe,
People frozen yet they breathe.
Time has stopped!
Manifesting in arrested sleep.
Minds are blocked!
Manifesting in arrested sleep.
And onlookers can't believe,
People frozen yet they breathe.
Time has stopped!
Manifesting in arrested sleep.
Minds are blocked!
Manifesting in arrested sleep.
Time has stopped!
Manifesting in arrested sleep.
Minds are blocked!
Manifesting in arrested sleep.
And onlookers can't believe,
People frozen yet they breathe.
To be left...
Without an empathy to tease them!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Didn't You Welcome It To Visit?
When did you close the window?
When did you stop...
Finding the World too real to face?
When did you decide,
You would isolate yourself and hide?
When did you close the window?
When did your disgust...
Encrust a frown upon your smile?
It appears it has been there,
For quite a while.
What will it take,
To replace that with hope?
Don't close the door...
To sit alone and mope!
Open up that window.
Unlock that door you have blocked.
Tell yourself to stop this self defeat.
It is easier than you think.
If you trust with faith and believe...
You don't need to wallow and weep.
You don't need to share that,
With others you might see who grieve.
Free yourself...
And let that be,
The escape someone else may follow!
You never know who is peeking.
Wishing for one like you...
To lead and show them the way!
Open up that window.
Unlock that door you have blocked.
Tell yourself to stop this self defeat.
You can!
Didn't you welcome it to visit?
Has it not overstayed,
And made itself too comfortable?
Free yourself...
And let that be,
The escape someone else may follow!
You never know who is peeking.
Wishing for one like you...
To lead and show them the way!
They too may have unwelcomed guests to rid!
Show them how that is done!
Do it now.
Today!
Open up that window.
Unlock that door you have blocked.
No need to be hospitable,
To something or someone...
That can be stopped.
Whose prisoner are you anyway?
And why is your defeat so much needed?
And to whom is this feeding being pleasingly fed?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All Up Inside One's Head
What do people come to say,
When they have discovered their way...
Blocked and stopped by the presence of truth.
How can they avoid it when it is clearly in their faces.
As rain or Sun or when the thunder comes,
It is there and will be acknowledged.
And when truth comes,
It gets all up inside one's head.
Like something that is determined not to ever be avoided.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If I get blocked, it is generally because I don't know enough about some aspect of the story or the characters. The answer for this is generally more research, or making more background notes, so the place and person can be more fully realized inside my own mind.
quote by Sarah Zettel
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Poised To Be Teased
Poised to be teased,
Are 'most' of the people.
The others...
Have totally blocked out reality.
Nothing remotely connected to truth,
Will these folks believe.
And...
There are those who who actually,
Prefer and seek to be deceived...
Than to accept anything,
Close to hinting ofm any reality.
And those who were bred,
To have mush for brains...
Will have nothing to do with what truth contains.
Forget introducing a thought process.
Many more accept medications,
To provide their fantasies...
Exclusive access.
Yes.
Poised to be teased,
Are 'most' of the people.
The others...
Have totally blocked out reality.
Nothing remotely connected to truth,
Will these folks believe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Intimately Or Not
No one I am with,
Intimately or not.
Will I permit myself,
To be shadowed...
With my being blocked.
I am meant to rise,
As if from the skies...
Sunlight appears,
To excite with delight...
And,
With a promise that shows clear.
I want and need to astonish.
Not fade away...
Behind a Sunset,
Forever remembered.
No one I am with,
Intimately or not.
Will I permit myself,
To be shadowed...
With my being blocked.
That is not on my list,
Of preferences.
Too many years,
Of dedicated discipline...
Has gone into 'this'.
With devotion and sacrifice,
I have enjoyed.
Not to carelessly be dismissed.
And it has been done,
At the expense of no one...
I want shunned.
But I have chosen in my life,
To love and share.
Not to initiate,
Assumptions to spare.
I want everyone to know,
I am there...
To give and take.
I will never be one,
To have my presence faked.
I want everyone to know,
I am here!
And I 'will' be there as well,
For anyone I share myself...
In a comfort both of us will dwell.
But I will not let it believed,
I shadow anyone...
To acknowledge that they lead.
Intimately or not...
My weight is my own,
To elevate, cast or seen to heave.
I want that known,
As my responsibility!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Choosing Losses As Their Gains
Too many...
People.
Too many...
Accept life to grieve.
Too many...
Wear their heartaches,
On wet sleeves.
Too many...
In anger.
Too many...
Show hurt and pain.
Too many...
Unsatisfied,
And complain.
Choosing losses as their gains.
And somewhere inside,
They have hidden all their pride.
And the tears flow like rain,
From their eyes.
The Sun comes to shine.
But it's blocked from their minds.
And they welcome the clouds,
Like lost friends.
And the storms on them descend!
Too many...
People.
Too many...
Accept life to grieve.
Too many...
Wear their heartaches,
On wet sleeves.
Too many...
In anger.
Too many...
Show hurt and pain.
Too many...
Unsatisfied,
And complain.
Choosing losses as their gains.
And somewhere inside,
They have hidden all their pride.
And the tears flow like rain,
From their eyes.
The Sun comes to shine.
But it's blocked from their minds.
And they welcome the clouds,
Like lost friends.
This has to end.
Since this,
Unhappiness...
Can't be a choice,
One lives!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A blocked path also offers guidance.
quote by Mason Cooley
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Sights Blocked By Insight Flight
Did I mention,
Addiction to rituals...
Without testing their affects,
Eventually leads to blindness.
Sights blocked by insight flight.
And prolonged unhappiness?
No one should expect,
That a going through a motion...
Will be advantageous,
If a depth of feeling is not felt.
Or a self examination not ingested,
Will not expose a fakeness...
Unconsciously kept,
By the way one thoughtlessly...
Disconnects with a display of disrespect.
Did I mention,
Addiction to rituals...
Without testing their affects,
Eventually leads to blindness.
Sights blocked by insight flight.
And prolonged unhappiness?
Observe this for yourself.
Don't take my word as if I suggest!
The examples of it are abundantly expressed.
As if what is worshipped is self serving...
With pretentions unintended but there to address.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Over the years, I've had hundreds of shots blocked. You've got to go in and take chances.
quote by John Havlicek
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blocked sink
the children finally get
to know a plumber
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Pierrot (The Clown) -10 Words Poem
Rivers of tears
blocked
her throat
impressed,
the public
smiled.
poem by Elena Sandu
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The snake gourd blossoms
The snake gourd blossoms.
My throat blocked with phlegm,
I am already a Buddha.
poem by Masaoka Shiki
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Frustrated! ! ! ! ! !
head is blocked with thoughts,
waiting to come out anyway they can,
nothing of what you've thought,
only because it was hiding,
deep inside where nobody get by,
don't need judgement,
that just builds up stress,
i need to release,
everything i have let build,
that has now turned into frustration,
that i no longer have a clue,
on what to do,
because everything i once was,
i can no longer be,
because of life being unfair,
i get so angry at the world,
because of what i can no longer do,
all it has left me with is feeling.....
FRUSTRATED! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Copyright © 2009
4-9-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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