Difficuties
The difficult ones
Always seems to complain
Using criticism
As a strategic game
I find it to be, a ploy
For hidding pain
Somehow causing others
Various sorts of shame
I often heard that negativei
Influence, has it's place
But, if the truth be told
How many people wouldn't
Sincerely want this
desdaining, deceptive,
also draining
Force
To completely erased
poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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Truth and Lies
Some poeple always tell the truth,
Some people never lie,
You lied you fibbed and told the truth,
You managed to make me cry.
It's not that very often,
When someone tells the truth,
the whole truth and nothing but,
I really can't believe you,
I've got to have some proof.
How could you go and do this,
You said you'd never hurt me,
Was that just another lie?
Because you've gone and made me cry.
I think you'll find that in this life,
You'll find two different sorts,
There ones that tell the truth
and ones that always lie.
The ones that tell the truth,
Will make you sing and dance,
The ones that tell the lies,
Will make you sad and cry.
poem by Claire Abbott
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Victims In Distress
Truth is being told
And its revelation is considered sick!
People who are not accustomed to it...
Are discovering the truth is causing them fits!
Raised on distorted realities created...
Based on color or the lack thereof!
Placed in divisions to produce criticisms
To have some believe they were chosen from above!
The truth is being told and unfolding before our eyes.
Lies unknown to those never shown...
Has lifted masquerades from disguise!
And even though this is being exposed...
Many continue to live unsurprised!
Since those suppressed by those who oppress,
Weren't in denial
But the victims in distress who had been denied!
Knowing their tracks had been erased by hidden facts!
And providing amusement for those who now are trapped!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Told Me
By michael nesmith
You told me youd always stay, you told me!
You told me youd never stray, you told me!
All these things you said you said sincerely.
Still I am leaving you in spite of what you told me.
Ive heard things that did not match what you told me.
And of your love that would not last as you told me.
Forwarned is forearmed, it hurts, Im leaving.
I may be wrong I cant love what Im just hearing.
Times have made me shy
Of all the things youre saying
Time have made me shy
Of girls and all the games they are playing.
Someday I may see the truth of what you told me.
I may find I left too soon and that you told me.
Only things that you were honestly feeling.
I must have more to love than what you told me.
Yes, I must have more to love than what you told me.
Yes, I must have more to love than what you told me.
song performed by by Monkees
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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We Complain
We complain
When in other countries people are in pain
We complain
And on the other side, conditions are inhumane
We complain
Many people want to ascertain
I don't eat cheese
While in other countries people die of disease
I don't want to clean my room
While many people starve just wanting food to consume
My mom just gave me 50 dollars and thats not enough
In different places people can't even pay for rent; life is tough
We complain
Many people, their life they can't sustain
Parents their kids they can't maintain
On Christmas people can't even buy a candy cane
People feeling like they're drowning in acid rain
And we complain
People out there who can't even afford to watch an ad campaign
People hiding on the streets because of shame
Because themselves are the ones to blame
Many things they detain
People out there who wish they were slain
People who wear the same clothes with the same little stain
People sleeping out in the rain
People who have given up and just start to cut their vein
When some people work and get their paycheck, they feel nothing they gain
Without insurance they gotta be careful because there's nothing they can sprain
Many people like in Africa have nothing to eat, not even a little grain...
And we complain
poem by Bianca Edwards
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No Shame
See me, I have no shame
Poetry's a losing game
Tongue in cheek, but it's all the same
Poetry's a caring game
My memory could be amazed
Yet it's been erased
I have nothing planned
My Brain could use a hand
Lines cannot be found
Please look all around
I'll get a helping hand
This Poem's a futile stand
Have I lost my mind?
Poetry I'm sure you'll find
Sometimes, can be unkind
By those who are unsigned
Just ignore the sods
Let them pray to their gods
You know I have no shame
Poetry's a funny game.
poem by Gordon David
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New Biography
See youve got the new biography
Where did they get the info from
Same as before some, so called friends
Who claim to have, known me then
How come theyve got such good memories
And I cant even remember last week
Got to queston where theyre coming from
What knowledge of me is it that they speak
So far away, way back when
The people that claim, to have known me then
Not on my wavelength and its such a shame
That they have to play the name game
The fame game, oh the name game,
Lord its a cryin shame
Lord tell me whats to blame
Reinvented all the stories they know
Give them all a different slant
What is it that theyre really looking for
Just a hobby on the internet
So far away, way back when
The people that claim, to have known me then
Not on my wavelength and its such a shame
That they have to play the name game
The fame game, the name game,
Oh its such a cryin shame, tell me whos to blame
If they didnt really know me way back
How can they know me now, in any respect
Its a pity they dont feel the pain
That they should pay the price to play, to play
The fame game, the name game
Its such a cryin shame, please tell me whos to blame
Not on my wavelength and its such a shame
That they have to play, have to play the fame game
Oh the name game, its a cryin shame
Please tell me whos to blame
They keep on playin
The fame game, oh the name game
Its such a cryin shame, please tell me whos to blame
Keep on playin the fame game
Lord, the name game, its such a cryin shame
Please tell me whos to blame
They just keep on playin the fame game
Oh the name game, its such a cryin shame
Please tell me whos to blame
Keep on, keep on playin..
song performed by by Van Morrison
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If The Surface For Them Did Not Exist
If the surface didn't exist,
Many wouldn't have a thought to cling to.
Many wouldn't know,
Which gossip heard was true.
If the surface for them did not exist.
If the surface didn't exist,
The many dependent on having lives not their own...
Would be lost without being told what to do.
Many absolutely would not have a clue...
How to find their way around,
Without following in someone's footsteps.
If the surface they sniffed did not exist.
And if the surface for them did not exist...
They would not be able to sit alone,
Doing something completely on their own...
And appreciating life,
With the minding of their own business.
If...
The surface for many did not exist,
It would be taumatic for them to seek a thought process.
Many would not know where or how to begin.
So many are accustomed to living lives that are shallow.
With an ability only to identify with that...
Which is supplied and arrives to them surfacely.
Even a dog sniffing tries to find a place to bury a bone.
And doing that alone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Can Be Draining
Sometimes it can be draining,
And gets difficult...
To be in the midst,
Of thoughtless people.
Especially those who have aged,
To express less concern.
Or how their whims affect...
The ones who treasure their lessons learned.
At times emotional feelings exposed,
Are received to be ones embittered.
When sharing them amongst those,
Who could care less...
About the depthness of another's experiences.
And how those experiences are addressed,
Each day to expect, accept or reject.
Sometimes it can be draining,
And gets difficult...
To be in the midst,
Of thoughtless people.
Especially those who have aged,
To express less concern.
Or how their whims affect...
The ones who treasure their lessons learned.
It can be draining.
Isolating.
And reflectively disrespecting.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tell the truth and shame the devil
I told the truth, I have shame the devil.i told god the truth not the devil when you push that pedal you have told the truth a shame the devil.
God vs Devil, God the truth and the light, then you have the devil the father of all lies in the prince of darkness.his soul black like the midnight sky, his soul bright up the world.
Tell the truth and shame the devil, my soul ripes water when i tell the truth.so be cool play it by god rule.
poem by Junius Barnes
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Suicide and Pain
To you I'm a servant but more like your slave
I think about this and know I need to be saved
All you do is yell and complain
If I left this world, you'd be able to tell
Because there'd be no one else to hear you yell
I you said tha I thought life was just a game
Yea, maybe, a game involving this suicide and so much pain
Everyone hates me. No one gives a damn
They just walk on me, like a small grain of sand
You say you love me and always will
But tell me, is that how you really feel?
Suicide and pain, I think of it alot
I sit at home alone, and my dreams start to rot
First you told me to do my best..
But then you said 'I hope you fail that end of the year test'
You told me you hoped I failed 7th grade
I think about that and add it into my thoughts of suicide and pain
poem by Kirstyn Hansen
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Freedom Version 2
To be free from the pain, suffering, crying, going through hell my pain has caused, no more pain meds to have the memories erased of me telling my friends i have knee pain and them not believing me erased and them never knowing i had pain put in its place and being renewed into a new body where i have no knee pain but i can only dream cause i know this will never happen and wishing i was free from it all
poem by Karate Girl
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Game Over
All the things
I have seen
Don't come close
To what I see
And the hate I feel
For the people who hurt
Beyond belief
They think they are safe
From the law of the land
They think they are free
To do as they please
Sell their drugs
Hurt your kids
With their
Turn a blind eye family
Who would never tell
What they really did see
Because in reality
They are just as bad as them
They never feel any shame
They just think it's all a game
They don't care about all the pain
It's such a shame
But now it's time
To end the game
And all the pain
It's time
To play for humanity
Game over
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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State Of The Nation
You can walk, or you can run
You dont have to be someone
I went on a summer cruise
Upon an ocean born to lose
My brother said that he was dead
I saw his face and shook my head
Can you see where we cant be
Were losing our blood in the sea
cause its the state of the nation
Thats holding our salvation
Yes, its the state of the nation
Thats holding our salvation
Oh, the state of the nation
Is causing deprivation
Oh, the state of the nation
Is causing deprivation
From my home I traveled far
I drove in my stolen car
When it broke down, I kissed the ground
cause I dont kiss when youre around
I dont find that I have been
The portrait of an only son
If thats the case, then who could tell
Where my story had begun?
Cause its the state of the nation
Thats holding our salvation
Yes, its the state of the nation
Thats holding our salvation
Yes, the state of the nation
Thats causing deprivation
Oh, the state of the nation
Thats causing deprivation
Even now, Im all alone
Behind a wall thats made of stone
I think about where we have been
And all the sights that could be seen
I know it all could be worthwhile
If only I could force a smile
Now we turn our backs to the sea
The shame of a nation well never be
Cause its the state of the nation
Thats holding our salvation
Yes, its the state of the nation
Thats holding our salvation
Oh, the state of the nation
Is causing deprivation
Yes, the state of the nation
Is causing deprivation
song performed by by New Order
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Unfortunate is This Reality
Disliking the truth,
Does not stop it from happening.
Or an experience of it,
Can not and could not
Be erased from one's mind.
Those who know truth,
Are not easily persuaded.
Or told they have been mislead.
There is a difference between truth,
And a dishonesty being fed to one's head.
Many don't see this,
And continue to believe
Whatever they decide,
Will be a truth they create for others to feed.
And unfortunate is this reality.
Disliking the truth,
Does not stop it from happening.
Or an experience of it,
Can not and could not
Be erased from one's mind.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Complain
I can sing about love lost
But what if there's no love to lose?
If everyday I saw sunshine
And it never rained the blues
If my fears were tears
I wonder would they fall
If a smile could stretch a mile
Even if I had no money at all
But I'm willin' to take
Whatever life brings
Cause you're the only one
Who seems to know me
And even if the bad times call
If I had you back
I wouldn't complain at all
I can dream about tommorrow
If it's still today
I'd wear down my knees every night
Even if I had no hands to pray
If my friends were dead and gone
Leavin' me here alone
Could I depend on some spirit
To ease me when my soul's on its own
If my eyes were blind
And I couldn't feel at all to see
Nothin' in this world but you complete me
And even if the bad times call
If I had you back
I wouldn't complain at all
Come back to me
If you just wanna hang out with the boys
I wouldn't complain
I wouldn't make a fuss
No not a noise
I wouldn't complain
Leave your socks on the dresser
And not in the drawer
I wouldn't complain
Just as well if you wanna watch your favorite sport
song performed by by Tweet from Southern Hummingbird
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Like the Scattering of Pieces
Once a mold has been set,
To accept a conditioning process kept.
It is difficult to change it.
Unless it is broken.
And once a lie is told...
It never becomes true!
There is no truth unfolding,
From this hold.
Like the scattering of pieces.
With no chance of becoming whole again.
Or sold as a thing to embrace,
From an existence erased.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All You Ever Needed
( you got me wrong, completely wrong
You got me wrong, completely wrong )
I hope youre happy where you are
Youve been heading there for some time
Itsnot like you to complain
But then its not like you imagined
Life has changed but you shouldnt do
Ill remain the same around you
Dont be blind, look where youre coming from
Its all you ever needed
( you got me wrong, completely wrong )
You ll find fault with me warning you
Advice you should have heeded
( you got me wrong, completely wrong )
( you got me wrong, completely wrong completely wrong )
Over time you can find a way
Stop looking out for some sign
Theres a place now where you belong
Just to make it right in your mind
Im just trying to make you see
Youre the only one you have to be
Dont be blind, look where youre coming from
Its all you ever needed
( you got me wrong, completely wrong )
You ll find fault with me warning you
Advice you should have heeded
( you got me wrong, completely wrong )
( you got me wrong, completely wrong completely wrong )
Life has changed but you shouldnt do
Ill remain the same around you
( you got me wrong, completely wrong completely wrong )
You ll find fault with me warning you
Advice you should have heeded
( you got me wrong, completely wrong )
Dont be blind, look where youre coming from
Its all you ever needed
( you got me wrong, completely wrong )
You ll find fault with me warning you
Advice you should have heeded
( you got me wrong, completely wrong )
( you got me wrong, completely wrong )
( you got me wrong, completely wrong ) ...
song performed by by Olive
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I'll Never Understand
I'll never understand
The ways of some men
And some women
You stay in a relationship
At the start in a relationship
When it isn't going right
You have it in your sight
Yet chose to turn your head
News Flash
If it's not good in the beginning
It won't be in the end
I am telling you this
As a friend
Don't be stupid
You will have no one blame
So don't try that game
It'll only bring you shame
Place the blame
Where it belongs
With yourself
No one else
If your partner is not stepping
To the plate
It's your fate
Your mistake
So deal or peel
Do what you will
What you feel
Just remember my words
Probably the smartest
That you have heard
So go for what you deserve
Get someone who gives
You what you need
Please you completely
Forget about being lonely
Because you can never
Find the right one
If you are with the
Wrong one
poem by Tameeka Smith
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If government, or those in positions of power and authority, can silence criticism by the argument that such criticism might be misunderstood somewhere, there is an end to all criticism, and perhaps an end to our kind of political system. For men in authority will always think that criticism of their policies is dangerous. They will always equate their policies with patriotism, and find criticism subversive.
quote by Henry Steele Commager
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Hit With Shame
hit with shame like losing my game
swollen lips are singing my name
tears are hot and drumming like rain
i’ve had it enough
had it enough
hit with shame like writhing with pain
every word’s proclaiming my blame
every effort turns out lame
i’m sick of that stuff
sick of that stuff
ask for nothing else you say
it’s your fault
you have to pay
for every day
for every day
for every bloody single day
hit with shame and hit with disdain
every move’s increasing the strain
every flower adds to the chain
i cannot go on
cannot go on
hit with shame like hit on my brain
feel as if I’m watching a play
think I’m gonna give it away
i’m sick of it all
sick of it all
this is what you get you say
it’s your guilt
and don’t complain
you must pay
you must pay
for every bloody single day
poem by Max Kuvaev
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