Fish Not To Be
Fish not to be in water
And let us call it luck.
Somesort of madness
Is with crow
And say surreal kind.
Ask not what is what
You are just here to
Attend welcome ceremony.
You are allowed to shed
Crocodile tears
You are allowed to fight
With bears.
Go not outside or inside
And caught by media imagination.
Search out for a vacuum
And make yourself ready
To Fillup the column.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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I Should Be Allowed To Think
I saw the best minds of my generation
Destroyed by madness, starving, hysterical
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
And I should be allowed to blurt the merest idea
If by random whim, one occurs to me
If necessary, leave paper stains on the grey utility pole
I saw the worst bands of my generation
Applied by magic marker to dry wall
I should be allowed to shoot my mouth off
I should have a call in show
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
And I should be allowed to blurt the merest idea
If by random whim, one occurs to me
If necessary, leave paper stains on the grey utility pole
I am not allowed
To ever come up with a single original thought
I am not allowed
To meet the criminal government agent who oppresses me
I was the worst hope of my generation
Destroyed by madness, starving, hysterical
I should be allowed to share my feelings
I should be allowed to feel
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
And I should be allowed to blurt the merest idea
If by random whim one occurs to me
But sadly, this can never be
I am not allowed to think
I am not allowed to think
I am not allowed to think (I am not allowed to think)
I am not allowed to think (I am not allowed to think)
I am not allowed to think (I am not allowed to think)
I am not allowed to think (I am not allowed to think)
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Am I Allowed
Am I allowed
To wish not to breathe?
Am I allowed
To skip over tomorrow?
And,
Am I allowed
Not to believe,
Who it is that speaks.
Or,
Whom everybody follows?
Am I allowed
To want my own needs?
Am I allowed
Not to beg or borrow.
Am I allowed
Not to be deceived,
By who those that I know
Are low, lazy and shallow?
Am I allowed
My own company?
Am I allowed
To float or row my boat?
And,
Am I allowed
To see what I see,
Who it is that show
Not which way to go?
Am I allowed
To want my own needs?
Am I allowed
Not to beg or borrow.
Am I allowed
Not to be deceived,
By who those that I know
Are low, lazy and shallow?
Am I allowed
My own company?
Am I allowed
To float or row my boat?
And,
Am I allowed
To see what I see,
Who it is that show
Not which way to go?
Am I allowed
To wish not to breathe?
Am I allowed
To skip over tomorrow?
And,
Am I allowed
Not to believe,
Who it is that speaks.
Or,
Whom everybody follows?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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ELECTION DAY TOMORROW May 1st,2011
No binding referendums or death with dignity allowed,
No compulsory voting set by the establishment crowd,
And what media moguls don’t like, is swept under the rug,
Nothing can change so the Ottawa bureaucracy is smug.
No death penalty allowed by the politically correct,
But appointed Supreme Court allowed abortion-clinics defect,
Activists want injection sites for criminal drug addicts,
Maybe in between the abortion clinics but no conflicts.
And convicts seem to have little problems getting a weekend pass,
By soft parole boards or wardens or some other jackass,
But binding referendums are forbidden and not allowed,
And they wonder why so few bother to vote under this cloud.
poem by James Bredin
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Call Me
She looked for truth
inside a bottle of rain
posted an ad
then changed her name
on a roller coaster
that couldn't be caught
she left one note
at the hotel last resort
And it said
call me
don't let me down
walk me on the water
don't let me drown no
call me
don't let me down
walk me on the water
don't let me drown,
don't let me drown
Well the precious friends
and their special needs
they're like a cancer
that just feeds and feeds
saddle up and lets get out of here
you don't need one more
to shed one more tear
you couldn't make a stand now
you couldn't get it right
I only got this message now
Late, late last night
call me
don't let me down
walk me on the water
don't let me drown
call me
don't let me down
walk me on the water
don't let me drown no
don't let me drown
Call me
Solo
call me
don't let me down
walk me on the water
don't let me drown
call me
don't let me down
walk me on the water
don't let me drown,
don't let me drown
song performed by by Ufo
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SUPREME COURT SHOULD BE ELECTED July 1st,2011
The question is, how many Supreme Court judges should they make?
I say they should be elected because there’s too much at stake,
Abortion decisions and death with dignity are only two,
We’re in too deep, can’t change; caught in their hidden agenda glue.
Media moguls all want in on the secret selection game,
Male or female lawyers with all their aristocratic claims to fame,
Media can’t criticize these appointment decisions,
Nothing can be changed and neither are there any revisions.
Dressed like sanctimonious priests in their red Santa Clause suits,
How do they come to their decisions and are they in cahoots?
No media or public questions and no one can cause a fuss,
Their decision that allowed abortions cannot be discussed.
July 1st,2011
poem by James Bredin
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All For One
Won't somebody hear my call?
Won't somebody hear my cry?
One for all,
All for one;
Be ready for the bottling of my muse.
Like father and son,
Like mother and daugther,
Hear me when i do speak.
Something for somebody,
Somebody for something;
My sweet muse is for you all,
Like a male lamb for each house.
One for all,
All for one;
Like a story from my sweet muse.
Won't somebody see my tears?
Won't somebody feel my pains?
All gave some,
Some gave all;
All for one and one for all!
Allowed to be wet,
Allowed to be strong;
All for one,
One for all.
To a single passage,
To a sweet muse;
The origin of the call out ones,
Like a sweet muse to your taste.
One for all,
All for one;
All Mushrooms are Fungi but,
Not all Fungi are Mushrooms.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The misserable Pit.
To the Pit....with their sorry slow feet... the loved ones do so tread,
to the depths of all their felt misery... lost emotions, from others...theirs i fear, maybe sadly led.
times of fun, forgotten, as if...for now, not allowed to be said.
For the dark pit is all...that is allowed to fill... a miserable confused head.
So to the pit they go, with their confusion and sorrow...to the grim pit...where, there sorrow is to be shed.
Tears fall into the darkness, as light leaves...the lifeless...dead.
poem by James Urwin
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I Don’t Understand Mom And Dad
I don’t understand Mom and Dad
how come Dad can do things
and I’m not allowed
like Dad can drink beer
but I’m not allowed
I asked mom “How come Dad can drink
and I’m not allowed? ”
And Mom said:
“Cos it doesn’t make a difference in his case”
But I don't get it, Mom!
and the other day
I asked Mom if I could join
Dad in the deep end of the pool
and Mom said “No”
and I said “How come Dad can do it? ”
and Mom says
“Cos Dad’s got insurance”
But I don't get it, Mom!
poem by Raj Arumugam
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Crow to cat
Cat run
Run to
Run to
Not catch rat...
Watch the crow...
On the tree
Crow sit and eat
Fry fish...
Cat want crow fish
So...
Cat woory hurry...
Watch the crow...
Crow crowing too
Eat the fry fish
Fly too fly...
Cat feel free
For stomach...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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I also focus on Bush and his administration - who do a lot of lying - and how a right-wing media has allowed them to get away with a lot of stuff that, in a different media environment, they probably wouldn't be able to get away with.
quote by Al Franken
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Bored with TV
Bennie bought a baby crocodile
and took it home in a carrier bag.
He let it roam about the house,
but the crocodile made him sad.
When they watched T.V. together
tears fell from the crocodile’s eyes.
He thought his friend was unhappy
and this made poor Bennie cry.
He carried it to the vet’s clinic
and told them about his fears.
They told him that it was natural
for crocodiles to shed tears.
Feeling relieved and much happier
they sat to watch T.V. again.
The crocodile went to the bathroom
and flushed himself down the drain.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Locked Doors
For the angels who inhabit this town,
although their shape constantly changes,
each night we leave some cold potatoes
and a bowl of milk on the windowsill.
Usually they inhabit heaven where,
by the way, no tears are allowed.
They push the moon around like
a boiled yam.
The Milky Way is their hen
with her many children.
When it is night the cows lie down
but the moon, that big bull,
stands up.
However, there is a locked room up there
with an iron door that can't be opened.
It has all your bad dreams in it.
It is hell.
Some say the devil locks the door
from the inside.
Some say the angels lock it from the outside.
The people inside have no water
and are never allowed to touch.
They crack like macadam.
They are mute.
They do not cry help
except inside
where their hearts are covered with grubs.
I would like to unlock that door,
turn the rusty key
and hold each fallen one in my arms
but I cannot, I cannot.
I can only sit here on earth
at my place at the table.
poem by Anne Sexton
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Ch 03 On The Excellence Of Contentment Story 24
A weak fisherman caught a strong fish in his net and not being able to retain it the fish overcame him and pulled the net from his hand.
A boy went to bring water from the torrent.
The torrent came and took the boy away.
The net brought every time a fish.
This time the fish went and carried off the net.
The other fishermen were sorry and blamed him for not being able to retain such a fish which had fallen into his net. He replied: ‘O brothers, what can be done? My day was not lucky but the fish had yet one remaining. ‘Moral: A fisherman cannot catch a fish in the Tigris without a day of luck and a fish cannot die on dry ground without the decree of fate.
You've Allowed This To Happen
We teach.
They learn.
And they pass on these lessons taught.
We cry.
We sigh.
And our behavior we deny.
Hiding from that,
We attract to seek...
Until it is caught.
And nothing we do is comprehended.
Or pretend what it is begins to offend.
Nothing we do,
Seems to us enough to defend.
We point our fingers.
And over again accuse them.
The 'others'
For our negligence,
And lack of discipline.
Until everyone is blinded,
To a hindsight that runs into a brick wall.
With graffiti written tall that appalls...
YOU'VE ALLOWED THIS TO HAPPEN.
And yet this message,
Is ignored by all.
We teach.
They learn.
And they pass on these lessons taught.
We cry.
We sigh.
And our behavior we deny.
Hiding from that,
We sought and attracted.
Reacting as if,
We did not crave the satisfaction.
We point our fingers.
And over again accuse them...
The 'others'
For our negligence,
And lack of discipline.
YOU'VE ALLOWED THIS TO HAPPEN.
YOU'VE ALLOWED THIS TO HAPPEN.
YOU'VE ALLOWED THIS TO HAPPEN.
And that message is whitewashed.
As if nothing on the wall,
Had been written at all.
YOU'VE ALLOWED THIS TO HAPPEN.
YOU'VE ALLOWED THIS TO HAPPEN.
YOU'VE ALLOWED THIS TO HAPPEN...
From Sunrise to nightfall.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Are Canadians Forbidden Referendums?
The Swiss had a binding referendum to expel criminals,
Foreigners who may come to Canada with drugs and chemicals,
Because “EVERYONE” has Trudeau’s Charter Rights which was imposed,
And you were not allowed input when the Charter was composed.
But the Swiss have binding referendums which we are not allowed,
We have to be very obedient and walk with our heads bowed,
And none of this of course is mentioned in our managed media,
You wont even find it mentioned in any encyclopedia.
Why are the Swiss allowed more security but we are not?
Is this something our politically correct politicians forgot?
Are there illegal refugees enroute to our Supreme Court?
Maybe refugee ships enroute might need another escort?
Jan 2nd,2011
poem by James Bredin
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We Never Speak
I caught a silver fish
I caught a fish of gold
The first one spoke to me
And so I let it go.
The second told a joke
And I started to laugh
It slipped from my hand
Down into the sea.
Since then I have tried
To learn the language of fish
Of flowers, birds and bears
Sometimes I am they
And they are me
But now we never speak.
poem by Barbara Spring
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Inside Information
One man to the left
One man to the right
One man in the middle
One man dressed in white
One man in the east
One man from the west
One man in the middle
One man under house arrest
(step back)
Get hooked on the power
Gotta stay in the game
Be the man of the hour
Gotta make a name for yourself
And the lady waits, so patiently
She waits for the call
She knows just what you need
You need inside, information
Information at a very high price
She gives you inside, information
That can change your whole life overnight,
In a minute
One man to the left
One man to the right
One man in the middle
Caught in the broad daylight
Just a man on the street
Another face in the crowd
One man on the beat
Wants everything that hes not allowed
And the lady waits, so patiently
She waits for the call
She knows just what you need
You need inside, information
She can get it at a very high price
A little, inside, information
It can change your whole life overnight
With a little inside, information
You get money, you get power, you get it all
Yeah but that inside, information
Can leave you waiting for that hammer to fall
(let it fall)
She gets that inside, information
Information at a very high price
With that inside, information
Its danger with each roll of the dice
You want that inside, information
Take the money, take the power, take it all
Take that inside, information
But get ready cause the hammer will fall
Its gonna fall
Inside, information
Inside, information
Is she telling you straight
Is she telling you straight
Is she telling you straight
song performed by by Foreigner
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Nothing of This Will Last
When I can walk around you completely naked.
That's the kind of love I want to have.
When I tell you truths...
And you can take not faking it!
That's the kind of love I want to have.
If I can be there close to you.
Closer than anyone you know or knew.
And we could come to do this...
Feeling all of our hopes have come true.
That's the kind of love I'd like to have with you.
When I awake not quite nice...
Refusing last night to hold you tight.
And watching you tolerate me to prevent a fight.
Storm away from you a few times I did do...
To return and apologize!
As I wipe tears of forgiveness from your eyes.
The eyes that captures my heart all the time!
Until that happens...
Let us slowly build that climb!
That's the kind of love I want to have!
There when I wake up...
And when good luck drops me on my butt!
That's the kind of love I want to have.
A union dressed up in vows.
If allowed!
And 'if' you can't have me like this,
Completely naked as I am...
Then what is the point of us being here?
No love like that stays strong and stands!
Nothing of this unresisting will last...
If I can not feel free being with you,
Totally bare ass.
And nothing of this unresisting stays,
If your intentions constantly plays!
Nothing of this will last.
Because that's the kind of love,
I had in my past!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Finally Accept The Process
As much as I hesitated,
And debated with myself...
To finally accept the process,
I 'allowed' myself to age.
Yes!
I 'allowed' myself to do this in stages.
Since I did not want to become overwhelmed,
By an event I was not sure I wanted to attend.
Although others I viewed seemed surprised by it too...
With a protesting shown and much unhappiness.
However, unlike them...
I decided I would not get too comfortable,
With any stage that came to end.
Some chose a stage with a wish to stay.
And fighting with themselves along the way.
I even witnessed others,
Doing their best to prevent maturity.
None physically succeeded,
But mentally...
Many could easily claim a success.
As much as I hesitated,
And debated with myself...
To finally accept the process,
I 'allowed' myself to age.
Yes!
And as each day passes,
I feel more and more blessed.
I no longer feel I should 'allow' this process.
Since I now do it without thinking about it,
With an acceptance felt for me that is best.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Saint
Im taking my time
Ill fix it, dont worry now
Im needing you there
Make sure that youre coming too
All of my life
Is all Ill give you here
The meaning of me
Is something to pursue
You think Im a saint
Its in your pretty head
Stretched out like a saint now
I love you to death
Catch another dream now
We can find them somehow
I know that theres a boy inside the man
Catch another dream now
Take all we are allowed
For I know that theres a man inside the boy
Grown ups dont know
How to dream anymore
Their heads in the sand
And they choose to ignore it all
All of my life
Is all Ill give you here
The meaning of me
Is something to pursue
You think Im a saint
Its in your pretty head
Stretched out like a saint now
I love you to death
Catch another dream now
We can find them somehow
I know that theres a boy inside the man
Catch another dream now
Take all we are allowed
For I know that theres a man inside the boy
You think Im a saint
Its in your pretty head
Stretched out like a saint now
I love you to death
Catch another dream now
We can find them somehow
I know that theres a boy inside the man
Catch another dream now
Take all we are allowed
For I know that theres a man inside the boy
Catch another dream now
We can find them somehow
I know that theres a boy inside the man
Catch another dream now
Take all we are allowed
For I know that theres a man inside the boy
A man inside the boy
You think Im a saint
Its in your pretty head
song performed by by Texas
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