Normalcy
A seemingly simple word, this normalcy,
But what it was, isn’t now and will never be.
Walks to school, unlocked doors no more.
Plane flights, trusting nights now not as before.
Normalcy, from now on, what will it decree?
Sadly our children will surely see. As for me,
Today its meaning is of little use
Since it now bespeaks of widespread abuse.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Library Wednesday
The chilly red doors -
Squeak open before me like the front doors of hell.
Nervous Secrecy -
Cradles my blistered hand and leads the way
To the multitude of books -
Which populate the wall-shelves like cat in the mushroom farm.
Tell me - why do you stalk me?
Every Wednesday - will this repetition be normalcy?
I already hear your footsteps -
Closing in on my path.
I won't forever tolerate -
There in the small room - this ache and hate.
I will dismantle the grasps of your clutches -
When school is no longer my fate.
The flowers will bloom - the leaves will be born -
And I will graduate.
Give Those Dancing Mice a Rest
Tell me...
If any of this is as it should be,
As these days continue to thrive.
Why are so many protesting,
The 'normalcy' of them
And...
What has happened to that 'normalcy'?
If indeed,
That had been declared...
A production of perfection!
Tested and proven.
With the best of that perfected bliss,
In shambles.
Leaving few in agreement,
That any of it...
If 'still' detected,
Has ever worked as professed.
To suggest...
Prehaps it is less than expected.
And assisted,
By a host of scientific coaches.
Minds collected above and beyond reproach.
'Give those dancing mice a rest, Harry!
It's either in the cheese that they are eating...
Or they are opposed to the way you sing that tune!
Something is wrong in the way you dispense the formula!
It is clear to me...
They do seem to provide more rhythm,
Than you can deliver.
Adding a bit more flair that is just not there! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Who Commit Crimes Against Children
Those who commit crimes against children will surely be made to pay
If the Law does not catch them then Karma will one day
Self esteem they do erode and self confidence destroy
In the mind of their young victim the innocent girl or boy.
The abuse of children by an adult surely a crime of shame
Not many worse crimes than it that one could wish to name
Their innocence stolen from them in their most vulnerable years
For the victims of child abuse humanity sheds tears.
The abuse of a child on human innocence an attack
And innocence when stolen cannot be given back
Some of those who commit such crimes as children may have known abuse
But that for their behaviour not a good enough excuse.
Any crime against a child is a hard crime to forgive
And those guilty of child abuse with their sins have to live
And though on another human being one ought not to wish ill
If the Law does not punish them then Karma surely will.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Weird At My School
1-2-3-4
My father lives in arabia
And I live right here at my school
I took his plane to columbia
So I could sail at my school(? ) *
Its weird at my school
Weird at my school(3x)
My mothers glad that I am here
So she can visit my school
I cant believe shes so pretty
Im a son of a bitch at my school
Weird at my school(4x)
And my best friend, my cousin eleanor
She lives far away from the doors of my school
And often times, you know I fantasize
That I have sex with the nuns at my school
Its weird at my school
Weird at my school(7x)
(transcribed by moses boole)
* : or so I could sell at my school (according to rhys henry mason)
song performed by by Pixies
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Getting More Difficult To Defend Within
A culture of violence,
Is getting more difficult to defend within.
As perceptions of a normalcy,
Once defined with an understanding...
Has made a growing madness not 'out' but 'in'.
People are shocked by what they see on the streets.
But become entertained on a daily basis,
By the most disgusting things freely seen...
In the comfort of their homes on wide screen TVs.
To be downloaded on iPhones and CDs.
People express shock by what their neighbors do,
But defend the offensive language that their children use.
And today in elementary schools few can tell the difference,
Between the teachers and the kids.
The issuing of condoms should 'not' be as obvious as it is.
People are shocked by what they see on the streets.
But become entertained on a daily basis,
By the most disgusting things freely seen...
In the comfort of their homes on wide screen TVs.
To be downloaded on iPhones and CDs.
A culture of violence,
Is getting more difficult to defend within.
As perceptions of a normalcy,
Once defined with an understanding...
Has made a growing madness not 'out' but 'in'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Striving For Suffering
It is not achievements or goals or trophies
Or accolades or awards or the end itself
For which we strive, we as humans think that
Is what we desire, but
What we really seek is adversity and suffering
We all desperately long for it
Yo may at first think it strange or untrue
But in fact it is what we all yearn for, even you
Simply getting a trophy or award means nothing
IT is the work, the blood, sweat, and tears
That we all really desire, it's that something
There's a voice inside everyone hears
Pushing them to do more, to achievement,
but that achievement is wrought in suffering
Empowered by the pain and time, as if heaven-sent
It is only in the trial that we can have triumph
Only in adversity we can make the jump
From mundane normalcy to achievement, thus it is
Truly the pain itself that separates normalcy
From triumph it is not the trophy or the end
But the means that got you there.
poem by David Knox
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To Address What Is Best For Our Children
With a beginning to address what is best for our children,
Would a complete isolation of them become protested?
Would a total masquerading to keep them unknown,
Spare them from a mediocrity condoned.
To leave them competent with a rare ability to think.
And will those preferring to raise their children alone,
On their own...
Feel the heat of rejection from those who believe,
Being idealistic is too unreal.
Although a conformity to a normalcy,
Is apparently nonexistent...
The emphasis has been on the marketing of hype.
And not truths to spoil presentations.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Keeps Me Reminded
I wont be the one found,
Trying to re-invent new methods...
To exist without expressing insanity.
Not me.
There is too much to adventure.
Plus...
And I am discovering many of them.
There is something about the old ways,
Of doing things...
That keeps me reminded,
It is not that bad to be considered 'nuts'.
And out of touch from the accepted,
'Normalcy'...
Of those things today presented.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I love the normalcy of Cleveland. There's regular people there.
quote by Drew Carey
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In Which Time Zone
Today,
People are increasingly upset.
They protest.
Saying they wish,
A return back to normalcy.
And they blame the current leadership,
For not doing this quickly.
And those on the sidelines,
Refusing to adorn their rose colored glasses...
Wonder.
Who has dispensed,
Massive doses of crack!
And in which time zone had this been done?
Where were they when the authorities approved that?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is An Inclusive Experience
The best way to inform those uniformed...
Is not to conform to an accepted normalcy.
In time there will be no need to debate,
Those feelings perceived about reality.
Truth brings along with it,
An interpretation needing few to describe its presence.
Somehow it is felt...
Without a single word spoken.
Nor is it known to dispense...
Displays of envy given with disdain.
It is an inclusive experience without question.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Owe You A Depth Of Gratitude
Remember...
They are there to represent 'your' interests.
Your standards.
Your way of life.
Your depiction of normalcy.
And from what I've seen...
Your decision to label me an outcast?
Brings a comfort to my consciousness.
At least I now know,
Those ambitions I had wishing to fit in...
Have been saved by your acknowledgement,
That I didn't.
I owe you a depth of gratitude.
But I will admit,
I did have my doubts for a very long time.
And a not fitting in...
Is today,
The least of my concerns.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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America's present need is not heroics, but healing not nostrums but normalcy not revolution, but restoration.
quote by Warren G. Harding
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America's present need is not heroics but healing; not nostrums but normalcy; not revolution but restoration.
quote by Warren G. Harding
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Inner Child
Fight the bonds with growing older
Listen to the child in your heart
Resist the urge to let it go
Don't let two great things fall apart
Step away from the normalcy
Keep your imagination bright
Run from the creative blocks
That attack you from left and right
Keep finding joy in the simple things
Like a rainbow in the sky
Keep being thankful for living
Yet be unafraid to die
There is this child deep inside
That you can't let society take away
Don't let them kill the creative spark
Without this child it cannot stay
Don't let them strangle you with maturity
And please don't try to grow up too fast
Appreciate life's simple treasures
So you can help your Inner Child last
poem by Tatianna Rei Moonshadow
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Attempted Escape.
Each morning Tess waited nervously
for the nursing officer to arrive on
the locked ward, and spot on time
each morning he came with his small
black briefcase and went to his office
on the locked ward of the asylum, and
after a few minutes she was allowed
in for her daily requested interview.
She sat in the chair opposite him, he
fresh from the sane world, sat there
with his brushed teeth and groomed
hair, intent look behind his glasses.
When can I get out of his ward and
home? she asked him each morning;
when we consider you are ready and
safe to be let out, he replied each day
with the same calm voice, the same
deep tones. And off she'd go to begin
another day with those whom she
considered mad or seemingly dead.
Every day at the same time they would
bring along the meals from the kitchen;
they would unlock the double doors,
bring in the trays of meals from a trolley,
leave the doors unattended for the time
it took to bring in the trays, and then
locked the doors again. Tess waited and
watched every time they came timing
by the clock on the wall how long it took
and how long the doors were unlocked.
This day she waited; time ticked slowly,
as she stood in her dressing gown by the
doorway to the bedrooms and watched
as they unlocked the thick double doors.
She waited until they unlocked the doors
and entered with the first of the trays,
then she ran like one possessed, out of
the doors and along the corridors and
heard the commotion behind her as she
ran, and the shouting and screaming and
calls, and the thundering footsteps behind
and then two burly male nurses tackled
her to the ground and held her there
beneath their mass and smelly breath,
seeing the lights on the ceiling flicker on
and off, not far away a woman screamed,
nearby she heard a man's rough cough.
poem by Terry Collett
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One's Ultimate Achievement
New slogans and fresh quips,
Are in desperate need...
To replace those that have exhausted,
Their usefulness.
A seeking to describe what today now thrives,
Calls for an updated advertising campaign.
To depict the presence of insanity,
As a normalcy sustained is the goal.
With a reach to attain this as fame to claim,
As one's ultimate achievement.
Those go deed doer days are done.
And this is becoming obvious to everyone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Good designers can create normalcy out of chaos; they can clearly communicate ideas through the organizing and manipulating of words and pictures.
quote by Jeffery Veen
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Being As A Child
Parents brought their children to Christ one day
But others didn't like it-wante dto send them away
The Lord loved the children and had them stay
He was firm with the disciples-and had His say
'Children are welcome-the Kingdom is theirs
To join Me in Heaven and be My heirs
The Kingdom is yours but there is only one way
Be like these children nad you'll live there one day'
The words He spoke are true yet today
Even now there is only one way
Being like a child and trusting His Word
CLaiming Him as friend, Savior and Lord
So no matter your age when you come to Him
Come with childlike faith and He'll accept you in
(6/2/96)
To Fiddle With A Nothing To Do To Get Done
Early in my life,
I became inquisitive about it.
And I am glad it has not stopped.
With a developing of many interests.
So happy am I,
My curiosities I have not dropped.
Some who have retired,
Seem to have done it from living life.
Only to have one interest...
As a routine until that ends.
And with nothing else in which to depend...
Can be,
And is...
A boring existence.
And to become bored with a life that still exists,
I can not imagine it.
Constantly there are changes made.
And those who once believed a stability meant,
Doing one thing that defined a normalcy...
May find themselves and that normalcy,
As outdated as one accepting...
A stability one perceived would stay forever.
And a forever,
Is just not meant to be.
And those once called a jack of all trades,
But a master of none.
Have found themselves amongst those,
Not the ones at home alone,
Twiddling their thumbs.
To fiddle with a nothing to do to get done.
This is not a problem for a jack of all trades.
To twiddle their thumbs with a nothing that's done.
This is not a problem for a jack of all trades.
To twiddle their thumbs with a nothing that's done.
This is not a problem for a jack of all trades.
To twiddle their thumbs with a nothing that's done.
A jack of all trades has a life that's saved.
And something everyday there is an interest made.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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