A Loathing For Wolves In Sheep Clothing
Why should my disinterest shown in you,
Be now of your concern?
You kicked me to the curb to be among the elite.
And I've gotten over it; you and my feeling of self defeat.
Why can't you realize why we'll never see eye to eye?
I've known for too long,
There is something we have in common,
With a mutual respect I'd like to keep distanced.
You see...
You have a knack for initiating conflict.
And I have a loathing for wolves in sheep clothing.
If I can understand this why can't you keep this understood?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Everywhere And Not Rare
They wish to project their beliefs on others,
To protect their own insecurities.
Cold shouldered and indifferent.
Distant and aloof participants,
In the passing judgement game.
They do not show their envy.
Just express it enough,
For that to be understood.
They don't realize their tasks are masked.
Or that they wear sheep clothing,
Bearing teeth like wolves.
They believe their fake smiles,
Keep them hidden in camouflage.
But anyone who has lived and learned...
Do not find them at all odd!
Not when façades like these...
Are determined to satisfy,
Only themselves to please!
And folks like these...
Are not few to spare.
They are here.
They are there.
They are everywhere,
And not rare!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Way This Life Is
Judgements you make and place on others,
Not living up to your expectations...
Should help you in doing some self reflection.
If you do the initiating,
That has come with others in mind to respect...
In many cases,
Your respect given will be returned.
However,
If your practice is initiating doing what you please...
In a disregard of those needs and wishes of others,
That judgement you placed...
With an erasing done through selective memory,
Will get those similar deeds done back to you.
And that,
Is the way this life is!
You give what you eventually get.
Not what your perceive you should receive!
Especially,
When a thoughtfulness shown...
Is not a custom but a rarity!
When one gets their own act together,
Pieces have a way of falling into place.
And that...
Is the way,
This life is.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Misguided Acts
Doesn't it amaze,
How the negativity expressed by others...
Has a way to motivate.
And the intention isn't to do this,
To inspire one to achieve.
One who campaigns to spread negativity,
Is desiring to establish...
A group of followers to believe.
And when the opposite occurs,
Personalities are attacked.
With the hopes that the doing of it...
Eventually creates one's defeat.
With a gladness expressed,
And shown of that.
But...
When the creating of that creates a feast,
From which one is observed eating...
As if to thrive on opposition fed.
Well,
A loathing with a self pity begins.
With a blaming of others the deceiver accuses,
Of being mistreated...
By those of cold shoulders shown towards them,
Without remorse.
And they are the ones left misunderstanding,
Those responsible for initiating misguided acts...
Attract to themselves,
Of course...
Outlooks abundant with unhappiness that attacks.
And only they are the ones,
Who can take full credit for that.
Although they will state their own interpretation of facts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wolves are often hidden under sheep's clothing.
Defying The Odds
Defying the odds.
Winning to get attention,
After being kicked to the curb...
Is an awesome feeling one deserves.
Faith and promise with hard work,
Motivates a determination.
Taking initiative proves its worth.
And one who sweats gets what's best.
Defying the odds.
Winning to get attention,
After being kicked to the curb...
Is an awesome feeling one deserves.
And those naysayers,
With their bitter bittened lips...
Appear more embarrassed,
By the spreading of their negative gossip quipped.
Faith and promise with hard work,
Motivates a determination.
Taking initiative proves its worth.
And one who sweats gets what's best.
Defying the odds.
Winning to get attention,
After being kicked to the curb...
Is an awesome feeling one deserves.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Should I Reconsider My Obstinance?
Should I reconsider my obstinance?
With the acknowledgement,
That a bolder world...
Appears on the threshold.
And my lip syncing songs of peace...
Can actually be now voiced and heard,
Repetitiously.
Can I,
On this day believe...
My obstinance kept in silence,
Can be screamed with abandonment.
And I will not be arrested,
For keeping my persistence...
Against conflict and its nonsense.
Or...
Should I just leave?
Knowing that the maverick I had been claimed to be,
Has now achieved a following!
And those wolves disguised in sheep clothing,
Have been exposed for the hunt!
With a discovery of my activities,
As being more beneficial than threatening!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Beware of false prophets, which come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves. Ye shall know them by their fruits.
quote by Jesus Christ
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Pity Is Worrisome
Love with concern is supreme,
Which mother gives; next comes
Love with passion that lovers show.
Love for mutual is conditional.
Love from fear or fevour is bogus.
Love without respect is unwelcome.
Pity without love shown by children
To their burdensome parents is worrisome.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Will All Eyes Suddenly Find They Are Wide Opened
Once upon a time...
Communism was a threat,
To the best of a quality of life...
Flourishing by those,
Who opposed the spread...
Of a controlled existence.
Now the ones who own the debt...
Are esteemed with high regard,
And shown respect!
Will they also say,
Those today depicted as terrorists...
To a way of life outsourced to feed the greedy,
To have people endorse their diminishing standards...
Bleeding from deceptions achieved.
Will they too be granted the dignity of an apology?
Or will those tricked,
Still adopt conflict...
As a means to express their brotherhood?
With a fellowship...
Even the founding forefathers,
Said as they battled...
One day a life lived in peace should resist,
The foolishness of conflict!
Or...
Will all eyes suddenly find they are wide opened,
In the discovery they have stood by
To cheer their own defeat!
As their resources become depleted,
By those they chose to follow...
Like sheep slaughtered to uphold false dignities,
Preached by those who leech upon their blindness.
To leave them kneeling with a hindsight deep in regret.
Controlled by their own ignorance,
And outrage.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Maitri Bhavana of Buddhism
To realize others' concern as ours
And come forward to help them in their sour
Is the essence of Maitri Bhavana,
A philosophy Buddhism has given.
Neglects fetch neglects; sucours fetch sucours.
Everyone knows it and yet ignores it.
Ensuring own needs and ignoring others,
One enjoys life and ignores rainy days.
Maitri Bhavana practiced, one gets
Equanimity, a non-judgmental
Attitude in a given situation,
Which'll block the tendencies for selfishness.
Probe the person you have got hatred for.
Probe the people you are in conflict with.
You may find why they are so to you
And a way will be born for a patch up.
Without concern for others, one cannot live.
With a deaf ear to others, one can't buy peace.
Mutual helps are a panacea to the stress.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Everything Is You
...you are my everything...
i've been thinking of a way to phrase it
seem to never find the words to say it
but it's true to say
i've been occupied by other things (i've been occupied by other things)
how could i think that you wouldn't notice (you wouldn't notice)
the absence of our closeness
realizing now
i will never let it happen again (again)
now i realize
that you are my everything
and without you here beside me
it's like an angel without it's wings
and now i realize (i realize)
that you are my everything
now i know it
should've shown it
and now i realize that you are my everything
as i sit here contemplating
'bout our love that's slowly fading
so insensitive
didn't hear you calling out for me...(didn't hear you calling out my name..)
if i could change the past i would do
everything to show i appreciate you
open up your heart
let me help you fall in love again
my friend, 'cause now i
now i realize
that you are my everything
and without you here beside me
it's like an angel without it's wings
(now i) and now i realize
that you are my everything
now i know it
should've shown it
and now i realize
that you are my everything
now i realize
that you are my everything
and without you here beside me
it's like an angel without it's wings (like an angel without it's wings)
(and now) and now i realize
that you are my everything (you are everything)
now i know it (now i know it)
shouldve shown it (should've shown it)
and now i realize that you are my everything
now i realize
that you are my everything
(life without you here beside me) and like an angel without it's wings
(oh can't you see that i apologize)
and now i realize that you are my everything
now i know it
should've shown it (your the air that i breathe)
and now i realize (the spirit that lives in my soul)
that you are my everything
[repeat chorus until fade]
song performed by by Boyz II Men
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Bomber Pilot: Partial Birth Abortionist
In America, 'pro-lifers' manipulated by wolves in sheep's clothing
support warwaging candidates who in dropping bombs become partial birth abortionists.
poem by O. Anna Niemus
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IDo Not Say I Love You
I do not say I love you
Because I really love you
I do not say I care for you
Because I really care for you
I do not say I understand you
Because I really understood you
I do not say I respect you
Because I really respect you
I do not say I will be with you whenever you need me
Because I am already and always with you
I do not say I need you
Because I really need you
I do not say I will meet you
Because I never leave you
I do not say I miss you
Because I know you are ever with me
I do not say I share your concern
Because I take your concerns as mine
I do not say I will give everything for you
Because I have nothing except you as mine
I do not say many such things to you
As I run short of words
When I venture saying similar things to you
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Keepers Of Restrictions
Everytime those incompetent,
Take the opportunity
To offend others with known capabilities,
They widen one's vision
With an obviousness more can see.
If one is capable and is disrespected,
It has not been in their hands
That a quality of life has been allowed to decrease.
It has been those holding onto the reigns historically
Proving themselves to be the creators of conflict.
With more of it on the increase.
And,
As of yet
Amongst themselves,
They have yet to find a logical solution.
Or admit that their mentalities,
Feed on insecurities they can not cease.
To do so would expose them,
As the keepers of restrictions.
And this prevents those with common sense,
Displaying an unquestionable intelligence.
From obtaining some credit that corrects,
What those incompetent can not comprehend.
Stands in the way in initiating any progess.
Those incompetent only concern themselves,
With images to address that which impresses.
With a flowing of unstoppable, symbolic and idol gestures.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Society of Grazing Sheep
The herd meanders, searching for the green
Pastures that hide past distant mountaintops.
They're a society of grazing sheep.
The herd looks down, ignoring what they've seen.
They're too busy chewing grass to stop.
They're a society of grazing sheep.
The herd wanders only to convene
In the pursuit of inhaling more crops.
They're a society of grazing sheep.
They don't yet realize that hungry eyes
Guide them—that wolves are hiding in disguise.
They're a society of grazing sheep.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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The Real Aliens
We are all aliens
One way or the other
Seeing through different eyes
The things around us
Feeling differently
Towards each other
Fighting like aliens
In this world of
Ours ever since
The dawn of mankind
Aliens we are indeed
In our own world
Like wolves in sheep's clothings
We are cloaked as the human race
But in the core are the aliens
Divided and seething over
Every concern like
Where to live, what to eat
Who to wed and even
Who to offer our prayers to
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Should This Disgust
Those who fought and defended then...
Received no respect.
Those young and patriotic...
Came home to neglect.
Homeless and hungry,
And left on streets.
With little of nothing to eat.
To see themselves kicked to the curb...
By those who treat them,
With disdain when the greet.
Embittered they are!
And should they be?
Veterans of war and conflict.
Who have proven their bravery.
Should this disgust the ones,
Who empathize their rights?
Or should those men and women,
Ignore their plight?
Since no one seems to want to defend or fight,
To see them honored day and night as deserved!
Should this disgust...
All of us?
Who are not corrupted,
By self centered lusts!
Dedicated:
To all veterans who are called to protect,
The interests of others.
Be you honored or ignored...
You are most deserving to live lives,
Free of wants or needs as a payment for your deeds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Inexcusable
When someone has lost credibility,
At the high price paid...
Using the expensive cost,
To betray with deceit laid.
It becomes difficult to sit and sip tea again,
With those who are known...
To do anything to win,
Their own defeat with bleakness gained.
And there is no satisfaction that comes...
Acknowledging those who have chosen,
To have their sheep clothing
Tailored to disguise their wolf eyes.
This will still show...
Once the focus has expose them,
For what is in their hearts!
And that tea will never be as sweet again to sip.
Those who deceive,
Pay a price they do not believe.
And no one cares to hear them beg for forgiveness.
There is something that one does,
And how that is done...
That stays inexcusable.
'How come you didn't tell me I was backstabbing you?
We could have sat and talked about it.
I didn't realize my actions done,
You would come to personalize! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Till the last minute
You deserve credits
For you have been connecting ages
I know things of the past,
Long long-ago events
Because of you
I also know that generations ahead
Will come to know about this present
Only with your help
How much I become dependent on you
For the simple reason
That you help me communicate
And make me understood by others
The way I want them to
Understand me
Though I used to feel
I am being understood by others
In the same way
I understand myself
Later, I realised, more often than not,
That they have not understood me,
But, in fact, misunderstood me,
Which I could make out
From the reactions in response
To my communications
I do not know,
Whether I too have been
Misunderstanding others
In the same way
They have been doing me
It is all because of the guises
You can take
You look blue to me
While others see you as red
You smell jasmine to me
While others feel it as
Some other fragrance
To me you look opaque
To them transparent
And so on..
Though shapeless
You can assume thousands of shapes
Oh, my dear mother tongue
When I am going to do away with you
So that I am understood right
And I understand better
I hear you telling something
'Yes, when you breathe your last'
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Intellectuals
Is it so hard for men to stand by themselves,
They must hang on Marx or Christ, or mere Progress?
Clearly it is hard. But these ought to be leaders . . .
Sheep leading sheep, 'The fold, the fold.
Night comes, and the wolves of doubt.' Clearly it is hard.
Yourself, if you had not encountered and loved
Our unkindly all but inhuman God,
Who is very beautiful and too secure to want worshippers,
And includes indeed the sheep with the wolves,
You too might have been looking about for a church.
He includes the flaming stars and pitiable flesh,
And what we call things and what we call nothing.
He is very beautiful. But when these lonely have travelled
Through long thoughts to redeeming despair,
They are tired and cover their eyes; they flock into fold.
poem by Robinson Jeffers
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