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The Dog In Me

There is a dog in me, no one knows
But I know, he knows the taste of bones,
The legs of power he licks well
In satisfaction he wags his tail
He barks not to bite but in praise
He utters always some chosen phrase
He is very faithful to the affluent
And quickly smell who is influential
He never walks but runs very fast
No option left but to chain his greed and lust
I can not let him die on the road and dust
A sinful death, his nature is very harmful for society
Now to teach him some moral lessons is my priority.

poem by Abdul Wahab
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What If I Took The Road Less Travelled By?

there were only two choices,
that was during his time,
the road less,
and the road more,
whatever that means,
you know it
and i know it
and i have chosen the road more:

more people, more opportunities
more laughter, more entertainment,
more and more
the more that we can conceive in our
minds,
less the soul, more in the body
on an imbalanced
trichotomy,

what if i have chosen the road less traveled by?
less the lust,
less the fame,
less the money, more pains, more grief,
less the acceptance of the family,
and less the looking up
smiling faces of society,

i could have been dead by now,
betrayed by all of you,
and so, thank me, fate, thank me luck,
for i am here with you
in this party of rivers of drinks and mountains of food,
in this luxuries of lust and
favors,
here we are in this ballroom
of music and dances

we all smell like rats
feel like crocodiles
and spit fires like dragons
inside the walls of
our extinction.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fairy Dust

Here
See the little queer
There's a volunteer
Dont you think he should get a haircut now
Like in the Marines
All the magazines
Got a way for everyone to shape up
You don't wanna fall behind
Choking on a cloud of fairy dust - fairy dust
Now it's only greed and lust
And pride and lust
And a few other sins
No
See the cherry lips
Hands on the hips
Anyone would your name was Oscar Wilde
Think you're pretty smart
Poetry and art
Put him testosterone and vodka
calling for the man of steel
to blow you faggots into fairy dust - fairy dust
now it's only greed and lust
and pride and lust
and a few other sins
we're
happy to be gay
showing you the way
gotta get your head your hear you toso hard
join another gym
loose your pseudonym
soon we'll all be strait but only more so
tell me who's you're gonna find
to spinkle on a little fairy dust - fairy dust
now it's only greed and lust
and pride and lust
and a few other sins

song performed by by Joe Jackson
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An Exhortation About A Dog

i

the dog that licks my
feet
every morning after
i wake up
does not appeal to my
senses anymore

ii

the dog that licks my feet every morning after i wake up does not appeal to my senses anymore

iii

the dog
that
licks my
feet
every
morning
after
i wake
up
does
not
appeal to
my
senses
anymore

iv

but i must
allow it
still
because it is the law
between
the dog and me
and this
dogged
society

v

and so the dog still
licks my feet
every morning
and at night
i do not ponder about it
anymore
i do not ask
i have no questions
for asking

vi

the dog sleeps with me
at night
in my bed
and spreads her legs like
a spoiled
prostitute
and she is confident
that i cannot kill her
because that is the
law between us
and dogs

vii

and society keeps guard
on this
and if i continue
having this dog's tongue lick
all over my body
and feed her well
and make her a part of my
life
till death do us part
then society
shall have a thousand hands
clapping
for my obedience
and fidelity

viii

my honest neighbor
(who does not want to be mentioned here says
that actually)
she's one kind of a typical
bitch

(and i will neither confirm nor deny
it, but please do not tell
anyone about it)

that is the law.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Seduced By Luxuries

A cheapened labor for profit,
Could not stop their lust...
To pocket more.
They began to contaminate themselves.
With a self righteousness
Arresting sensibilities.
As if they had been the chosen ones.

And they were.
Chosen!
To receive inflicted revenge.
From a power descending upon them.
They were seduced by luxuries...
Undoing them to end their greed.
At all cost they wanted to succeed.
'Egofied' with victory!
No matter whose blood was left on trails,
To bleed and suffer...
To the death for beliefs.
And grieving starvation.
Proving they were champions of horror!
A declaration needing no confirmation...
By those left in global darkness.
Witnessing a martyrdom to pride,
But at the expense of whose honor! ?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Goin Back To Alabama

(with kenny rogers)
Goin back to alabama...
Now that Ive learned a thing or two
Life for me had been so easy
But Ive got some livin yet to do
cause a man who walks by the side of the road
Can turn himself around
He can pick himself up
And dust himself off
And start all over again
My friend...
Some days I didnt wanna wake up in the mornin
My family and friends were all down on me
I tried to tell em where I was goin
But they never saw the man I saw in me
Some folks call me a dreamer
Other folks laughed and called me a fool
All I ever wanted to be was a winner
cause I know a winner can never lose
cause a man who walks by the side of the road
Can turn himself around
He can pick himself up
And dust himself off
And start all over again
cause a man who walks by the side of the road
Can turn himself around
He can pick himself up
And dust himself off
And start all over again
My friend...
Yes a man who walks by the side of the road
Can turn himself around
He can pick himself up
(pick himself up)
And dust himself off
(dust himself off)
(and)
Start all over again
Im a man
Im a man
(Im a man)
You know a man who walks by the side of the road
Can turn himself around
He can pick himself up
And dust himself off
And start all over again
You know a man who walks by the side of the road
Can turn himself around
He can pick himself up
And dust himself off
And start all over again...

song performed by by Michael Jackson
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‘Dogo Erectus’!

Standing on its hind-legs,
Wagging its long tail,
Panting with its tongue out,
Without its fore-legs!

Stands a dog so freak-born,
Until dusk, from morn;
Passers-by go pat him,
Giving things to eat!

Smiling canine always,
Walks like human beings;
With its hind-legs strong as
A Kangaroo’s back-feet!

Thrilling all the people,
Peering at the beast;
Stupefying crowds that
Throng to see his feat!

Living with just hind-legs,
The dog can’t go on fours;
Smiling to the people,
Everywhere, he goes.

Having just but two legs,
The dog walks, runs so neat;
‘What undaunted soul, God! ’
Say people on the street.

Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-26-2008

poem by John Celes
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Excavate

A people who have taken effective action,
To impede with a guarantee...
Others do not succeed with oppressive measures,
Applied to suppress to distress whom they please.
With beliefs they teach lessons of authority and control.
Can not keep themselves distant from their own impementation.
Since those who do learn from lessons like these,
Are eventually those who discover themselves trapped.
History repeated should teach them that!
There is more than enough of recycled facts.

A digging of a hole to impose on others restrictions,
Exposes addictions to ignorance and insecurities.
And not comprehending this...
Those who eventually excavate an advanced society,
Ruined by a hatred but waited much too late,
To rise above and leave behind petty indignities.
With a feeding of a feast that left them all crazed in mind.
And the findings of those who investigate,
Can be seen scrathing their heads in disbelief...
How histories repeated never seem to teach.

'What on this God made Earth could they've been thinking? '

~Those who greed do not become their own worse enemies.~

'Look at this one...
Buried with gold chains and sneakers.'

~Put them with the others we discovered holding make up kits,
Barbells and wrapped diet snacks.~

'Can you tell if they were male, female, black, brown or yellow? '

~Hey...
They're just a bunch of bones to me.
Let's move to the next bombed out site.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Are We?

1) Two legs sat upon three legs,
With one leg in his lap;
In comes four legs
And runs away with one leg;
Up jumps two legs,
Catches up three legs,
Throws it after four legs,
And makes him dropp one leg.
What are we?

2) Old Mother Twitchett had but one eye,
And a long tail which she let fly;
And every time she went over a gap,
She left a bit of her tail in a trap.
3) Thirty white horses upon a red hill,
Now they tramp, now they champ, now they stand still.
What are we?

We have nothing to say today
We are being asked
What are we
And we think we are bullied
Because
Because we think we know what we are
Because we think we are the obvious
Plain like blue clouds, blue seas, blue kingfishers
Blue, blues, blue bruises, blue flag,
Blue crayon, blue surplus cars
Electric blue, shades of blue

We are black and blue
We feel blue
We think blue
We are blue.

And the obvious is like the biggest mountain ahead of us
And they ask: what is that?
And they see us
And ask us what are we?

Aren’t they all crazy?

We respect them and tell them nothing.
we have nothing to say forevermore.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You're not a dog

Lying on my couch
I hear the distant barks
of a dog.
I try to answer it as best I can,
being only human.
My dog starts nudging me
with his snout, and wags his tail,
almost certainly meaning,
'don't try to fool me-
I know you're not a dog! '

poem by Boghos Artinian
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I Do Like His Dog

Surly looking and hung over after a night on the grog
I cannot say I do like him much though I do like his dog
His golden retriever on seeing me wags her tail
Of making a new friend of every opportunity she does avail
She does not have him to thank for her nice personality
The man and his dog look at life differently
Out walking the retriever after a row with his wife
Hung over and feeling quite hard done by life
But his female dog of people not in any way indifferent or shy
A great love of humanity she seems to enjoy
With her surly master as she walks down the street
She wags her tail at everyone she does meet
The dog and her master different as chalk and cheese
But then dogs than us far more easy to please.

poem by Francis Duggan
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That Kind Of Action Is Against The Law

We have tried everything in our power,
To ween them away from gluttony...
And their feelings of being entitled,
To devour selfishly...
As if they are the chosen ones,
To graze and feed an endless greed.

'mmm...I see.
Have you tried using guilt?
Sometimes people aren't aware,
They are hypocrites.'

We've introduced diets.

'I was going to suggest lobotomies.
But go on.'

Nothing can convince them,
Their feeding of greed is an economic disaster.

'And...
Where is the problem? '

We wish to prevent this disaster.

'Really? That's funny.
My grandfather believed,
Lessons taught was with a strap felt on the butt.'

That kind of action is against the law.

'Well...
Keep sugarizing them to sustain them in fantasy.
Eventually the taste for greeding will exhaust the supply.
That's a given.'

So...
You don't think hypnotism will work?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We all must drink the water of life

Neutrality is the balance
between bad and good
life is water...
a balance between good and bad,
we all must drink the water of life!

Depth from depth
..the pain
length from length
..the struggle
mile to mile
.. the frustration
a bitter taste
a rotten smell
a water we must drink
yet a water needed for survival

Height to height
..the pleasure
reach to reach
..the satisfaction
bredth to bredth
..the joy
a sweet taste
a fresh smell
a water we must drink
a water oh so sweet for survival

Waters of success
sweet to the mouth
a reward to the soul
the waters of life
a journey of thirst
a well of plenty

Waters of failure
bitter to the mouth
a teacher to the listening soul
the river of death
the most bitter water of all
yet a water we must all drink
... to satisfaction

The river runs black and rough
to the uncertain end
but certain finish
where taste is empty
smell is neutral
and realisation is simple,
where all find and embrace,
a moment of peace.

poem by Allen Steble
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Low Society

A judge a dentist or physician
In this low society
Trade ambition for position
In this low society
Have you heard its in the stars
Next july we collide with mars
Have you heard it in the bars
In this low society
No more pay and lots of leisure
In this low society
Low society
Im just doing what I can
In this low society
But Im an incidental man
In this low society
I give away what others sell
The secrets yours so never tell
cos if you do youll go to hell
Low society
Side by side and always tired
All for one and no-one hired
All thats left is love inspired
Low society
And when the party is complete
And youre still standing on your feet
The taste of victory is sweet
Low society
And darling dont forget
In this low society
To turn off your t.v. set
In this low society
The most important thing at all
In this low society
Is not to stand too tall
In this low society
In this world that never learns
I can see rome as it burns
All the passion and the power
Turns to ash within an hour
No more play and no more pleasure
In this low society

song performed by by Heaven 17
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Chain Reaction

Something bout the way
The moon and the stars are moving across the sky
Something in the still night air is telling me now is the time to try
Ive been scheming, dreaming up a plan of how to get to you
Now conditions are right deep in the night
To do what Ive got to do
To start up a chain, chain, chain, chain reaction
Chain, chain, chain, chain reaction
Im no fool, Ill be cool
Its a powerful thing that Im trying to do
Gonna fix it up, mix it up good
Handle with care like I know I should
And blow it sky high, sky high
With a chain, chain, chain, chain reaction
Chain, chain, chain, chain reaction
Set a spark to the heart
That will start up the soul attraction
Get to the mystery of the chemistry
Chain, chain reaction
Chain, chain reaction
(repeat)
That fires up the satisfaction
Chain, chain reaction
Chain, chain reaction

song performed by by Wynonna Judd
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Lessons

THERE are who teach only the sweet lessons of peace and safety;
But I teach lessons of war and death to those I love,
That they readily meet invasions, when they come.

poem by Walt Whitman
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A Woven Tapestry

As I lie in silent repose
and contemplate all of those
who've become a part of whom I've been,
It amazes me how they all fit in.
And never once did I stop to think
that all of them became a link
in the chain encircling me.

Did they know their effect on me
or who I would become?
Or were they busy with their lives
and to mine just numb?
For when you're growing much too fast
you think their memories might not last,
but they do.

They appeared sometimes from out of the blue
and into my life they came, then flew
on to their own pursuits of the time
but made their impression to which I'm
appreciative in so many ways
for crossing my path on the yesterdays
of my life.

Most encounters were friendly and fine
adding the links to my chain that shine.
Some were not the kind that I sought
and yet I know they were the ones that taught
most of the lessons I needed to learn.
And so in my chain they did earn
the right to be in my life.

As I age I continue to add to my chain
and that is a privelege I hope will remain.
I believe the tapestry of my life's been woven
by all those that were certainly chosen
somehow, somewhere to be there for a while
as I moved about and walked each mile.
Now, I wonder if I was in theirs?

poem by Edwina Reizer
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At cross road

Never but at cross road,
Are we at cross road?
Is there any load?
Why not we meet?
Even at cross road.

Are we blood thirsty?
And care for no one,
who may come but none?
Doesn’t concern everyone?
Even at cross road.

Can we not share?
Misery and poverty,
happiness and unhappiness,
hunger and roofless human,
even at cross road.

Why do we cut?
Burn the green forest,
and big trees,
do we want disaster?
Even at cross road.

Rain is scarce,
food also less,
nature is finished,
no bloom for ever,
even at cross road.

Why do we cut throat?
Merely for greed,
does the religion preach?
Priests or heads just teach
Even at cross road.

I may not survive,
peace may not revive,
nobody will also survive,
we will soon be extinct,
even at cross road.

Time is running out,
Still human race is not out,
We may still be in,
Kindness may be over,
Even at cross road,

Life is worth to live in,
forget not but just be in,
embrace but not embarrass them,
help but not reject them
Even at cross road.

We May still not adopt,
remain at large but not still opt,
is the nature so cruel?
Kill and get also killed?
Even at cross road

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Decay

Another crop, another farm
Yields to greed’s obscene strong arm.
Each day another field surrenders
To cement and shiny fenders.

Another mountain sadly hacked
As more beauty is ransacked.
One more ragged coyote’s lair
Disappears without a care.

An ever larger cloud of dust
Hides economic lust.
Clean air’s replaced by maudlin fumes
As hammers hammer more new rooms.

Monster mansions bought aboard
By thousands who can’t afford
To pause or rest for a breath,
Since that would mean financial death.

These million dollar monsters bought
By those thousands who have sought
To appear the chosen few
As evidenced by the public’s view.

But in private, worry and concern
Make a flurry as would-bes earn
Just enough for the next bill
By ringing dry their monthly till.

How long can this disaster last?
With resources sagging fast,
Nature and markets will strain to live.
Our offspring, with reason, won’t forgive!

poem by Gregory Huyette
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Expected To Deliver

The creating of feeding greed,
Has slowly become the focus...
Of everyone's priority.
And those who have been teased,
With the getting of entitlements...
Are addicted to the taste of it.
And those they select to then elect,
to represent their interests...
Are expected to deliver.
Regardless if the feasting,
Has little to nothing left.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Is it love or lust

Is it love or lust
I can not say
Is it love or lust
I think of her everyday
She is always there
When i need her most
I love her so dear
That I should not boast
Is it love or lust
Her with her sunshine blonde hair
Is it love or lust
I see her everywhere
I lust for her sweet tender kiss
I await with such delight
One taste would be such bliss
That i take my lips and bite
Is it love or lust
I can not tell
Is it love or lust
With the way my heart swells
It is up to you my dear
To give the answer that is right
My heart is your's to steer
In the direction you want tonight

poem by Adam Wilson
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