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A Bovine Finding Time to Eliminate

Postering a wholesomeness,
That flip flops from a reality.
To have others believe a quality of life,
Remains intact with values standardized.
Is a bunch of...
What a bull does when squatting.
Although those pretentious,
Object to this image as being offensive.
With a preference to label this action taken,
As a bovine finding time to eliminate....
With an etiquette kept that is properly placed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Better At The Buttom

I'm just a flip-flops,
A really cute one,
& you're just normal,
that everyone has.

I am just lying,
but I wish its true,
for me to be a flip-flops,
A really cute one.

I wish you know
Why I'm doing this poem.
For you to be touched,
Throughout your life.

In your every single-step,
You improve a lot.
I'm just a flip-flops
that supports you a lot.

Continue your dreams,
take me as your mentor.
I'm just a flip-flops
And I wish it's true

poem by Rudy Rico Castillo
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Regardless Of Those Appearances

The selling of any image,
That directly conflicts...
With that which is in existence.
And clearly represents,
A negligence that is in shambles.
Does not mean for one moment,
That the image sold free of imperfections...
Should not be held to be one golden.
With a choosing of it as reality.
And reflects all that is properly etiquette.
Since this as a deliberate promotion shows,
Has been marketed as a brilliant achievement.
Regardless of those observances.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tripping Up On Flip Flops

In a 'wow' moment,
A denied reality is admitted.
With startling truths being revived...
From the mouths of those,
Once declared as mavericks!
Everything stated,
Has no peace attached with facts.
Decades of conflicts
Has been a commitment that will exist.
With more of the same,
To continue to drain brains.
And lies told expected from lips!
And he who said,
A flip flopping is dead.
Has been the one who can not stop...
Tripping up on his own flip flops!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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first September chill;
sound of flip-flops go flip flop
the geese standing still

haiku by Alice Cuenca
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Art of Label

From unknown brand, to popular demand
From positive thinking, to negative connotation
From taboo talk, to receptive secret
Label is a name the world calls

Could be the hero, could be the monster
Could be the criminal, could be the coward
The value of meaning, the price of nothing
Label is the role in our play

In the cover, in the collar
In the street, in the store
In people’s judge, in your heart
Label is glued in every action

The mark of past, the seal of memory
The level of pride, the tool of impression
The trapping image, the damn prejudice
Label is never everything you are

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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No. Of Course Not

They are right.
Standards and values have been ruined.
A quality of life has been slipping down the drain.
Nothing depicted as a wholesomeness,
No longer exists.
Nothing of it seems to remain.

And those elected to represent their interests...
Seem to have turned their backs on this.
And yet this acknowledgement...
Appeared from nowhere overnight.

Who possibly could be held accountable,
For keeping so many blinded and totally unaware?
Could it be...
The lust for greed and the various varieties of it?
No.
Of course not.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Loop De Loop

(laughter)
Loop de loop flip flop flyin in an aeroplane
Loop de loop flip flop fly away
(loop de loop flip flop flyin in an aeroplane)
Loop de loop flip flop fly away
(loop de loop flip flop flyin in an aeroplane)
Loop de loop flip flop fly away
Have you ever been in airplane
When the flyin circus comes to town
Count your change
You can come and walk the wing with me
Loop de loop flip flop flyin in an aeroplane
Loop de loop flip flop fly away
(loop de loop flip flop take away an aeroplane)
Loop de loop flip flop fly away
(loop de loop flip flop flyin in an aeroplane)
Loop de loop flip flop fly away
Peepin and a-hidin in and out of the cloud
The leader lost a hanky wavin down at the crowd
The barnstorm down but the rooster on the weather vane
Loop de loop flip flop flyin in an aeroplane
Loop de loop flip flop fly away
(loop de loop flip flop take away an aeroplane)
Loop de loop flip flop fly away
(loop de loop flip flop flyin in an aeroplane)
Loop de loop flip flop fly away
Huffin and a-puffin flyin high as she can
A patchwork quilt stretches over the land
Well toss and tumble and sail her right in to the sun
Loop de loop flip flop flyin in an aeroplane
Loop de loop flip flop fly away
(loop de loop flip flop flyin in an aeroplane)
Loop de loop flip flop fly away
(loop de loop flip flop gotcha in an aeroplane)
Loop de loop flip flop fly away
Loop de loop flip flop flyin in an aeroplane
Loop de loop flip flop fly away
(loop de loop flip flop flyin in an aeroplane)
Loop de loop flip flop fly away
(loop de loop flip flop flyin in an aeroplane)
Loop de loop flip flop fly away
Loop de loop flip flop flyin in an aeroplane
Loop de loop flip flop fly away
(loop de loop flip flop flyin in an aeroplane)
Loop de loop flip flop fly away
(loop de loop flip flop flyin in an aeroplane)
Loop de loop flip flop fly away
Loop de loop flip flop flyin in an aeroplane
Loop de loop flip flop fly away
(loop de loop flip flop flyin in an aeroplane)
Loop de loop flip flop fly away
(loop de loop flip flop flyin in an aeroplane)
Loop de loop flip flop fly away
Loop de loop flip flop flyin in an aeroplane
Loop de loop flip flop fly away
(loop de loop flip flop flyin in an aeroplane)
Loop de loop flip flop fly away
(loop de loop flip flop flyin in an aeroplane)
Loop de loop flip flop fly away
Ha ha

song performed by by Beach Boys
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Theres No Label In Me

I have no label,
I have a life to live,
I have a family that cares for me,
Why label yourself,
Why choose to be emo, goth, prep, or whatever,
Why,
Can you answer that yourself,
Can find the answers I seek in this poem,
I have no label,
I am me,
I have found me,
My life is a cycle,
It runs around in circles,
Theres no label in me,
Don't label yourself until you know what your are or who you are.

poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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There Is Something About Being Shattered

Nothing intentionally broken into pieces,
Over an extended period of time...
Can be painfully put back together again.
As if the act and the lack of integrity,
Restores an unblemished image.
An image not to neglect!
And from its beginning held with the utmost respect.

Or can those responsible for such misdeeds,
Be forgiven back into an innocence remembered.
As if the raising of hypocrisies have rights to be praised!

There is something about being shattered,
That matters!
There is something about a wound inflicted,
That remains intact!
There is something about life,
That should be taught to keep treasured!
And this fact kept from falling off a path that's tracked.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Writing ought either to be the manufacture of stories for which there is a market demand -- a business as safe and commendable as making soap or breakfast foods -- or it should be an art, which is always a search for something for which there is no market demand, something new and untried, where the values are intrinsic and have nothing to do with standardized values.

quote by Willa Sibert Cather
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Title-ized

There are those still living with values and standards,
To acquire material bliss.
There are those who brag about their 'attached' credentials...
As if without them they could not exist.

And there are those who are so pretentious,
It is amazing these folks admit they eliminate sitting on toilets.
Since many are so beyond themselves once 'title-zed'...
Hollow is the only true substance they show that is their own.

*Title-ized:
One so enthralled with having achieved a certain 'status',
it becomes observed in their demeanor how 'affected'
they've become once they are addressed with such 'exceptions.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Poeticating What a Poeticator 'Do

Blank is my mind like a canvas.
Not filled with disarray or confused with thoughts.
A melody may come into mind.
Finding an image!
And thinking of a time...
To begin a poetic line,
That may or may not rhyme.
As a mental search begins,
Defining an image.
Before surrounding that with meaning.
Something accessible.
Lean!
And has comprehension in it that screams.
Bites!
Then frame it with...
A title meant for it!
That's the task of one who 'poeticates'.
In creative ways...
That uses the reader as baited prey!

'Poeticates? Po-et-o-cates, okay?
One who is in the process of preparing,
A poetic verse to be spoken publicly! '

If it sounds good,
Make your own stuff up!
That's all it is anyway!
Finding something that connects.
And reflects with anticipation.
Not to be confused with po' etiquette!
And depending on the nature of the 'piece'...
That too is invited!
Poeticating what a poeticator 'do' when done!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Label me Not

Label me not
because the color
of my skin.

Label me not
whether I'm fat
or thin.

Label me not
because of my
religious belief.

Label me not
whether I'm strong
or weak.

Label me not
because of
my disability.

Label me not
just except me
for me

poem by Lore Me34
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Freed From Quantitative Measures

Too many traditions have been enriched,
By proper etiquette.
And what is deemed as political correctness.

An evaluation taking place,
Have many coming face to face...
With what makes them happy.

Some are finding happiness,
Is not being self absorbed with the wishes of others.
And a desire to return to a quality of life,
Freed from quantitative measures...
Pressured by the onslaught,
Of egotistical impressions to make...
For the sake of being accepted,
Has increased in the exchange...
Of what is more valued.

Too many traditions have been enriched,
By proper etiquette.
And what is deemed as political correctness.

These depictions have been subjected to rapid change.
With a simple hug from someone touched,
The only desire sought these days.
And a sincerity felt has become more precious.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Of Image. And Not Substance

We were hired to clean this house,
But where are all the supplies to do it?

'The last occupants,
Took everything.
Including the kitchen sink.
And left nothing behind,
To enable us to do the job properly.'

This will be gruesome news,
To those who value this place...
As a symbolic image they pride.
We will have to triple the budget,
Just to maintain an image.

'What about the people,
Who aren't aware of this? '

I will do the best I can,
To convey that message.
However...
They will just have to face the truth.

'I don't envy the position you are in at all.'

Many do!
But they are certainly not getting the message,
From this inside point of view.
And...
I've already told them I would need their assistance.

'But sir...
If I may say this.
They are a people of image.
And not substance.'

I am finding that out!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As Genuine As Those Who Know It

Whether it becomes displayed,
Or laid in the shadows to dust...
Quality is eventually discovered.
And known to show what it is.
Quality dusted never ages to rust.
No matter what attempts are made,
By those unappreciative of its value.
A quality that remains to be quality,
Is as genuine as those who know it!
Regardless of what rating it gets.
Quality can not be rated against,
That which it has no peers.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Interpretations of Life

Many are finding it easier,
To substitute any reality...
For quick trips away,
To escape from their own
Interpretations of life!

A shameless feeding of fantasy...
Has many people demanding more police,
To protect them from a way of life...
They have allowed and wished upon themselves.

They wished to see themselves better 'than'.
So throughout their history,
They took from others...
And declared them enemies.

They stripped them of their resources,
To claim stolen goods as their 'interests'.
They created their own isolation.
And in celebration...
This ignorance was praised.

Insecurity has increasingly...
Diminished them into dependency.
And a decadence lived,
Can not hide the blight or stop those frightened...
From what now all can see,
Is a quality of life purely based upon deceit.

Many are finding it easier,
To substitute any reality...
For quick trips away,
To escape from their own
Interpretations of life!

And they wish to love what they feel is right.
But how can this be done?
When all that has been happening,
Has been condoned,
By an addiction to restrict reality.
And the price paid to keep that hushed...
Is indebted to those,
Who 'allow' them to borrow funds...
To keep thoughts of greatness alive!

And how can a people thrive on the idea of greatness?
Simple.
Standards are lowered.
Mediocrity is praised.
Availability is cheapened.
And those demanding quality...
Are taught to be ignored.
With a disrespect that comes accepted.
Until it breeds an arrogance.
With a depiction of lost independence.
And a conformity controlled,
By anything that is told!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This country was founded on a core set of family values. These values should not be discouraged and blatantly undermined by the airing of offensive material on broadcast television and radio.

quote by Kenny Marchant
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Of Those Insecurities Kept Encouraged

If all one knows,
Is a superficial existence...
That 'is' their reality.
And 'all' they have come to know.

A collective reality,
Had not been advantageous...
To those marketing their values,
And varieties of it to keep a greeding fed.

An image picked to have all teased with it...
Has been the only priority,
To keep division a lucrative aspect...
Of those insecurities kept encouraged to flourish.

'Nobody knows...
Those troubles I've seen.'

You want to place a bet on that?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Object

You know you turn me on
Eyes so white and legs so long
But don't try to talk to me
I won't listen to your lies
You're just an object in my eyes
You're just an object in my eyes
Sophisticated smile
You seduce in such fine style
But don't try to fool me
'cause i can see through your disguise
You're just an object in my eyes
You're just an object in my eyes
But i don't mind
I just don't care
I've got no objection
To you touching me there
Object object
Object object
Object object
Object object
You know just what to do
Lick your lips
And i want you
But don't try to hold me
'cause i don't want any ties
You're just an object in my eyes
You're just an object in my eyes
But i don't mind
I just don't care
I've got no objections
To you touching me there
You're just an object object
Object object
You're just an object

song performed by by Cure
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