A FEW Jealous People
So painful it must be,
To have those discretions disclosed.
There and scrutinized,
With no exit to run and hide.
And a pride that has been kept,
To manifest sacred and whispered secrets...
Can no longer be done,
Under microscope used by snooping folks stunned.
So painful it must be,
To have those discretions disclosed.
There and scrutinized,
With no exit to run and hide.
Every detail hyped with facading intentions,
Seem to reveal such depth of deceit.
Every detail hyped with facading intentions...
Releases more incredible maneuvering done,
Beyond and passed by...
The eyes of sleeping sheep.
And a pride that has been kept,
To manifest sacred and whispered secrets...
Can no longer be done,
Under microscope used by snooping folks stunned.
'I can not believe or accept what is being said about 'us'.
They are saying we advocate corruption and violence.
And 'we' are responsible for our undisciplined,
And disrespectful children.
And listen to this,
This is most appalling...
THEY are even saying we condone decadence,
That has become a part of our quality of life.
I am ENRAGED! '
~Calm down, honey!
First of all...
Who are THEY? ~
'A 'few' jealous people,
Who are envious of our way of life.'
~Well...
There you go.
You said those key words...
'A FEW jealous people'.
Ignore them! ~
'Honey...
You are so right!
Why am I getting so worked up,
Over a 'few' comments made by disgruntled people...
Who will never see it from our point of view.
Why am I looking at this TV channel anyway? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Essential
I know I am more than qualified.
Every moment of my life,
Has been scrutinized under microscope.
When I used the bathroom...
There were those who gave up hope,
I could do that on my own.
Every step I made has been followed.
And attempts to overcome my weaknesses...
Were spent in public view.
I did not hide behind a desk.
Nor group with a clique...
To mask my defects.
I know I am more than qualified.
Every moment of my life,
Has been scrutinized under microscope.
I had been considered foolish...
Quite lazy and a joke.
And as I realized those who found time to criticize...
I knew then I was more than qualified.
Since I used my time...
Clearing obstacles off my path.
And thanking God along the way...
I had humor left to laugh,
At those who took their valuable time...
Finding fault with what I did.
When all I've done is to use my mind!
And blessed to have teachers,
Who knew how to subdue my ego!
And thanks to them I let that go when it annoyed!
I know I am more than qualified.
I am removed from that which had blinded my eyes!
Which in fact...
Just might make some folks highly dissatisfied,
That I have made my credentials far more essential...
Than I have utilized!
I like to keep that as a surprise!
It's fun to throw around a resumé every now and then.
Not to impress.
But just to get a moment's rest when interviewed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Beginning of destruction
pride it’s all your fault
Pride it’s all your fault we in this mess
Pride it’s all your fault we are suffering
Pride it’s all your fault people are shedding blood
Pride it’s all your fault families are destroyed
Pride it’s all your fault people are so greedy and selfish
Pride it’s all your fault people have no love
Pride it’s all your fault are so jealous of each other
Pride it’s all your fault people are so lost
Pride it’s all your fault dying from this horrible diseases
Pride it’s all your fault we have so many orphans
Pride it’s all your fault people are betraying each other
Pride it’s all your fault are dying of hunger
Pride it’s all your fault fathers are sleeping with their children
Pride it’s all your fault people are so heartless
Pride it’s all your fault there is no peace, unity and harmony in this world
Pride it’s all your fault we have all this sorrow
Pride it’s all your fault God has rejected us
Pride it’s all your fault people are so evil
And they have decided to be in love with evil rather than good
You have ruined this world
You are to blame for all this misery
If lucifer did not have pride in his heart we wouldn’t be in this mess
Pride it all your fault! ! !
Vangile Mtyali
poem by Vangile Mtyali
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People Who are Ignorant
People who are ignorant,
Have invested valuable time...
And money spent.
To prove their foolishness and ways,
Makes a difference.
Although these folks within their minds,
Have an absence of common sense.
And, are noticeably self destructive and crazed.
People who are ignorant,
Spend every dime spent...
Revealing their incompetence.
And taking direction from those who are right,
Is something they've never done.
Since deceit and decadence has been their main appetite.
People who are ignorant,
Believe an ability to thieve makes them great.
They believe their disasters started,
Shows their expertise and them being able to create.
But people who are ignorant,
Like these folks show they are and can be?
May seek an empathy from others for their stupidity.
But sincerity shown these empty headed 'entities'...
Is a waste of time.
Unless one wishes a suffering done endlessly.
However...
People who are ignorant,
Have been convinced their way of life...
Is one pursued by those who are jealous.
And are threaten because they are envied!
And standards they value,
Reflects upon them in a 'special' light.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Effectiveness That Has Manifested
What is not liked?
A clear weeding of deceit.
What is not appreciated?
An exposure of greed,
Disclosed for all to see.
What is becoming more understood?
Those wishing to turn back time,
If they could.
To ensure all interests were invested,
In humanity and goodwill.
Instead of creating a hated that kills,
With an effectiveness that has manifested...
No caring to share knowledge and skills.
And...
Done with less praying under steeples...
With a hidden reason to treason the people.
What is not liked?
A clear weeding of deceit.
What is not appreciated?
An exposure of greed,
Disclosed for all to see.
And a decadence that has gone on...
In sacred places,
Basking in hypocrisies!
Leaving no solid foundations...
For those who follow,
With hollow beliefs.
Leaving no solid foundations...
For those who follow,
Feeling an emptiness they grieve.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Is Mightier
there was fight between two heavy weights
i am pride of many warriors
i am sign of bravery
i am used to protect people
i am nightmare to my enemies
i am sword
there comes his counter part
so what you are pride of many kings
you are responsible for blood shed
you are responsible for violence
you kill innocent people
i can do what you cannot do
i can educate people
i am inspiration of many genius people
in this way pen defeated sword
poem by Rohan Bendre
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Birds Fly
Birds fly into my windshield
Thoughts fall from my thoughts
This good luck charm hanging off my arm
Was left here by the police
Words fall out of my pockets
And cats dance under my feet
This colorful spell under which I live
Protects me from all I write
And the microscope reveals the scope
Of my very best intentions (best intentions)
Yes, the tiny light shines twice as bright
On the only nice part of me
Birds fly into my windshield
Thoughts fall from my thoughts
This good luck charm hanging off my arm
Was left here by the police
And the microscope reveals the scope
Of my very best intentions (best intentions)
Oh yes the tiny light shines twice as bright
On the only nice part of me
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It Isn't Everyday One Makes An Order, And Throws Out The Past
It isn’t everyday one makes an order, throws out the past
Goes through the piles of old papers
And sees here a missed opportunity there another time of life
Which one has long forgotten
Throwing most of the business papers away
And holding on to most personal things
One finds letters one did not answer
And dreams one did not begin to realize
Pictures are most painful
People no longer here
Loved ones in youth
Oneself as one was and will never be again
A life in these things
And almost gone
Cancelled bank books
Money one had once and no longer has
Love and people who were once one’s whole life
And are now strangers
The children
In so many different ages and times
The children no longer children
The past too too much past
Weighing me down with grief and despair
Asking myself how I can go on and for how much longer
Before someone else has to deal with the mess
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Nasty, Dusty, and Filthy Without Guilt
Nasty, dusty, and filthy without guilt!
There is not another way to describe,
Folks lost of identity.
Stripped of integrity AND their pride.
And people who have chosen...
To assist in the pushing of their futures aside,
Will find themselves in the sharing of an abyss...
Wishing this kind of ignorance,
They ignored to condone!
They gambled and parlayed.
With lips closed and silent.
As their existence drifts...
Aimlessly,
Away!
There is nothing else to say,
To those choosing to be undisciplined.
And caring less to comprehend...
Listen and/or obey!
Especially,
When the odds are not in their favor!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Silent Prophetess
'My bad moods and friends
I was painful ever
My vices and flirts
I kept you in despair
I never disclosed my wage
Wanted you to be in a cage
I kept our children in provocation
Only to be against you in aggression
I gaurded myself very well
I ransomed people very well
Hoping heaven would ring me her bell
But only to put me in hell
You never besieged! nor revolted
I killed you cell by cell tortured
I am pauper and without people
My life now is like a fallen steeple'
Were the words of a cruel husband
Knelt before his wife's snapshot framed
The dead did answer 'reaping your crops'
Toneless words preached the 'silent prophetess'
poem by Indira Renganathan
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With Indefinite Ends
They needed no assistance,
To expose their flaws.
They are all over the place.
And they don't like it.
They don't like their mistakes,
They would rather ignore.
The ones that dropp jaws,
So publicly!
And they despise the leader who tries to guide them,
Out of their own created mess.
They would like their hyped intentions,
To be more of the focus...
Instead of a joke amongst those they suppress.
And no longer can they do this...
As quickly as they can perpetuate conflicts,
With indefinite ends.
The ones they pretend,
Terrorists begin!
And they are the ones,
Terrorizing their own lives...
With the telling of creative lies!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Two Sisters
Sylvilla looked into her mirror
Percilla looked into the washing machine
And the drudgery of being wed
She was so jealous of her sister
And her liberty, and her smart young friends
She was so jealous of her sister
Sylvilla looked into the wardrobe
Percilla looked into the frying pan
And the bacon and eggs
And the breakfast is served
She was so jealous of her sister
And her way of life, and her luxury flat
She was so jealous of her sister
She threw away her dirty dishes just to be free again
Her womens weekly magazines just to be free again
And put the children in the nursery just to be free again
Percilla saw her little children
And then decided she was better off
Than the wayward lass that her sister had been
No longer jealous of her sister
So she ran round the house with her curlers on
No longer jealous of her sister
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Secrets In My Mind
Many secrets have lurked in my mind
For years I have told no one around me
Into my mind a door where they hide
And a lock on it that won't let anyone in
The only one to pass through is myself
I have the key to open the lock to my secrets
No one will ever hear the secrets that I hide
There is one thing that I will reveal
I will say that I never have revealed my true self
My real identity lies within myself
Afraid to come out and take over me
Letting everyone see who I really am in life
poem by Sarah Bruun
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Needs of a Way of Life
Does it seem the pettiness of an existence,
Has been emphasized?
With an abundance of it accepted.
Issues that have a direct affect on people's lives...
Aren't nearly as scrutinized,
As the color of one's eyes.
Their waist size.
Or who they find attractive.
And folks are losing their lives...
To have these priorities implemented.
As needs of a way of life that must be enforced.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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O, People
O, people
O, what are they living for?
They stay till midnight
Say there’s no enough time
And afraid what’ll happen tomorrow
O, people
How many faces they should wear
To show pride and to hide
Don’t reveal dark inside
Fake emotion, many crying are naught
So is this how the world’s spinning?
Ignore what we are feeling
Take you want, leave me none
Give me love then the pain
Never know when the truth is lie
O, people
Why are they hard to understand?
They argue long then they fight
Say they who should be right
Give me almighty reason to blame
O, people
When will they try to remember?
Want to learn from mistake
Listen what others said
So we could live in peace together
So how will this story be end?
Will I be trapped in another game?
Or like the moon can’t be full again
But somehow I just understand
That life always goes on circle
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Charade in Review
`
The masks we wear, to us are given,
assigned to us before our cue.
The choice is ours to reveal or hide-
A grand charade with many a clue.
Would you be this or be you that;
Is it surfaced or is it hidden?
Not all secrets are lies or deceit,
Our view of others we must widen.
The genuine heart will itself reveal
Its spots or stripes are where they're at.
The lot of what we think we see,
provide but circumstantial caveat.
We often discard what eyes can't see;
Too often distrust what hearts conceal.
The masquerade of life continues,
Its colours and shapes our truths congeal.
`
poem by Frederick Kesner
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Betrayal of Humanity
One must be cautiously aware,
Of comments made...
In places infested with those who manifest,
A betrayal of humanity.
The people there are not easily identified.
Some use religious beliefs...
To deceive others to confide.
As pools of sincerity drenches their eyes.
One must be cautiously aware,
Of comments made...
In places infested with those who manifest,
A betrayal of humanity.
It is as if they plot against,
Those who express empathy.
And come to another's defense.
This they suspect as a leakage of weakness.
And they perceive a caring done,
From someone willing to expose...
Their heartfelt feelings.
And a campaign begins to ensure they are demeaned.
One must be cautiously aware,
Of comments made...
In places infested with those who manifest,
A betrayal of humanity.
The people there are not easily identified.
Some use religious beliefs...
To deceive others to confide.
As pools of sincerity drenches their eyes.
And a campaign begins to ensure they are demeaned.
Wizards of deception are trained.
And will do their best to protect delusions.
While attacks upon them,
Will be viciously claimed.
And a campaign begins to ensure they defame.
One must be cautiously aware,
Of comments made...
In places infested with those who manifest,
A betrayal of humanity.
These pests are all over the place.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do Not Hesitate to Enjoy the Lemonade
Some had it once,
And dropped it flaunting.
When the flow of dollars came...
Some folks went insane.
Few could stock,
Or pocket them to prepare for shock!
Those dollars decreased in prize.
Leaving many stunned...
And caught quite surprised,
When the dollar began to tilt...
To take a nose dive!
Right before their eyes.
Some believed having it,
Would keep their lives lived above others...
And seen by them
As being more fortunate
To be among those considered 'legit'!
Backed by good credit ratings.
And nepotism appointments given them.
Just to brag and sit witless!
Looking down on others.
Fathers leaving mothers.
Sisters getting their hair and nails done.
Just to tell their 'brothers'...
They are no good for them,
Or anyone!
Now very few of them
Have themselves to depend on.
Without money in their lives...
Their pride and dignity,
Has taken quite a slide!
And that quality of life...
They climbed to pursue delusional heights,
Has died!
Taking with it what they no longer now hide.
Tears of grief that pains deep with no relief!
'When life presents lemons...
Do not hesitate to enjoy the lemonade,
You've made! '
Those are the thoughts,
Of those who stood strong.
With prayer and faith...
To someday have God,
Correct all wrongs!
And that dawn seems to have come.
In full view...
To see those receive,
An undoing of deceiving deeds!
Planted by the seeds.
Surrounding them to suffocate,
And smother amongst the weeds!
'When life presents lemons...
Do not hesitate to enjoy the lemonade,
You've made! '
And some will choose to booze their minds...
Hopeful that a fading time,
Returns!
Blinded and grinded with deficits that churn!
Stinging with a burning they alone have earned!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lips Freer To Speak
My hands seem to tremble...
And not as nimble as they were.
My legs seem to shake,
With each step I take.
My vision once clear...
Now without glasses blur!
My words once chosen,
Are quick to blurt and stir!
Blunt are passages,
That dance on my tongue.
And I find myself caught,
As stunned as everyone!
My mind and time...
Are better now defined.
And when I leave an opinion given,
I leave it as delivered...
Without a need to feel it must be driven!
I don't beat around the bush...
Or hide behind the trees!
I finally found who I am...
And pleased to reveal that reality as 'me'!
Although aging has made my lips freer to speak,
It has taken my ass a little longer to flee.
With a bravery intact...
That empowers my pride and dignity!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nonsense Is Just What It Is
Some folks are quick to say,
They meant no harm by their intentions.
And if harm was done...
An apology is extended.
I have a problem with that!
Since I know for a fact...
Few people sleep walk unconsciously.
Those who are conscious,
Know exactly what they do!
To who, why and for what reasons!
The rest of that nonsense is just what it is!
Pure BS!
People make mistakes!
And even those are consciously made.
Folks just don't like the exposure of being caught.
Believing it is easy to excuse what they do.
Like a ritual or a tradition of sorts.
An act is committed; an apology is given.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Necessities To Please
People are trying to find ways
To identify themselves.
They try to find it through preferences of sex.
Even purchases of 'things'
To hide their perplexed minds
Behind something another might view,
As a status symbol to preview!
To allow excuses and alibis to sneak through.
Allegations of who is and who is not straight today...
Seems so unimportant and quite blasé!
Molestations are taking place,
In more sanctuaries sacred...
Where more than symbolism is displayed.
The bold and naked seems to be a must,
Folks are lusting.
People are trying to find ways
To identify themselves.
With a worship for more greed,
And necessities to please the eyes of others!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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