At The Expense Spent
Almost bare to nearly naked wearing feathers,
On a fashion runway with arms out stretched.
And the viewers watching this in prime-time on TV,
Are solicited to believe this temptress has secrets!
Hidden behind see through loosely fitting attachments.
While those assigned to probe the internet,
Hope to find anyone disobeying censorship laws...
That protect and not conflict with the innocence,
Of children maiming and killing enemies depicted...
Found conveniently on high priced video games.
And at the expense spent by parents wishing...
Their children less exposed to filth they might read!
Or perceived to bring to them mental harm,
That may cause them to commit deeds...
A wholesome and normal society declares is inappropriate.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The children in black
The children in black
Where did their childhoods go
Trailing water behind
How did they become this cynical
They write words of hate
Tears of joy is no longer a term for them
How can they be so small
But hate so much
The children in black
The children in black
What happened to happiness
Are they that controlled
That everything can effect them
Don't they have the right to laugh
Why are their eyes this guarded
Does everything have to be that formal
What happened to innocence
Did it go away with the faith
The children in black
The children in black
I can see the bitterness
Can't you see the ugly truth
Bitter minds already got their minds trained
So why are children so dark
Is there that much pain
The children in black
The children in black
What happened to be open minded
Did it close like a door
Only opening for a few
Is this society that negative
That they can't see the light
What happened to love
Loving parents and friends
It must have went away
The children in black
The children in black
Their hate scares me
Their eyes make me grimace
With thier hate they can stop the world
But how is that possible when they are so young
Are their minds that easy to twist
The children in black
The children in black
I hope they will soon see the light
I don't know if it's normal to be afraid
But that's what I feel
Why do most people find it easier to be sad
Do they realize it's not
The children aren't children anymore
They're miny adults trying to impress
Why don't people realize this
Are they that oblivious
Maybe if people opened their eyes we could do something
But until then...
The children in black
poem by Lillie Ellis
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Easily Accessible
I am glad we all have come to agree,
That something has to be done...
To protect our children from the trash,
That is easily accessible to them on the internet.
For three hours I watched with disgust,
Some of the most appalling scenes...
I have ever witnessed in my life.
I sat there in total disbelief.
'I do have a suggestion to make? '
Let's hear it.
'Why don't we each find,
The most disgusting trash available.
Take a week in observing it.
Exchange our findings.
And by the end of next month...
Form a committee to analyze the affect,
This unacceptable filth has had...
On the minds of our innocent children.'
That's a great idea.
Anyone opposing?
Oh...
And by the way.
I recommend an observing of this filth,
After our spouses and children have fallen to sleep.
To ensure our investigations are not interrupted.
'That's another good idea.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hooped Dresses In the Dirt Dragging
Is it so crazy to relive happy days.
With a squeaky clean innocence,
To amaze.
Gone are cloudy eyes cleared from a haze.
Reminiscent of those times,
Covered wagons were the rage.
Hooped dresses in the dirt dragging,
With dudes in zoot suits.
Wide-legged, high-waisted pants...
And wearing button spatted boots.
Today are seen exposed breasts.
And men's underwear.
No one wants to cover up,
Anything bare.
Hooped dresses in the dirt dragging.
Bring 'em back.
Bring' em back.
Dudes in zoot suits,
And wearing button spatted boots.
Bring 'em back.
Bring' em back.
Hooped dresses in the dirt dragging.
Bring 'em back.
My mind is old-fashion.
Yet ecclectic are my dreams.
I'd never thought I'd be a prude.
But some exposed butts demean.
So crude are these visions.
Looking away is not enough.
Who okayed today's display?
With no signs of it giving up!
My eyes have grown tired.
And my lips have long not touched.
'Where are we? '
Hooped dresses in the dirt dragging.
Bring 'em back.
Bring' em back.
Dudes in zoot suits,
And wearing button spatted boots.
Bring 'em back.
Bring' em back.
Hooped dresses in the dirt dragging.
Bring 'em back.
Today are seen exposed breasts.
And men's underwear.
No one wants to cover up,
Anything bare.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Children's Day in India,2012
Being a child is what all love to be;
And when adult, we know we can never;
Childhood was best and everyone agrees;
But do children have freedom they deserve?
The smaller family norm has done great harm;
The child is neglected right from its birth;
It wallops in its faeces and urine!
It has to study when 'tis age to play!
What selfishness fills hearts of most adults!
They spare no time to watch the bud blossom;
World's children pine for love and yearn for care;
They are denied their rights when still in womb!
The crimes against children are on the rise;
Children are used, abused and not amused;
No nation thrives if children stay enslaved;
Let parents love their children sincerely!
Children are living wealth of nations prime;
Children are priceless gifts from God above;
Children are future parents and leaders;
Children need to be kept healthy, unharmed!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 13-11-12
poem by John Celes
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The Ones Considered Once On 'Abnormal' Missions
It wasn't that long ago...
When those who regarded themselves,
Normal...
Would campaign openly against,
Those perceived as strange and individual.
Because those who did not accept,
Their restricted visions...
Were made to feel like lepers.
Who had abnormal missions.
Well, well, well...
Here we are in twenty ten.
And the ones with those 'abnormal' missions...
Seem to be more than quite normal to me.
They were the ones watching their diets and exercising.
Meditating and speaking of a higher consciousness.
And those who once lived self righteous lives,
As they passed their judgements...
While making the 'weird' ones singled out to despise.
Seem today the ones totally crazed.
The ones now wishing to get away from those like themselves.
As the ones considered once on 'abnormal' missions...
Wishing to keep their peace and distance.
With the hope those of high moral 'standards'...
Do not find them to taint!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No One Benefits Or Receives
Why is it that a certain class of people,
Feel they can free themselves...
From committing the most horrendous deeds,
To excuse what is done...
At the taxpayers expense,
To get them much needed mental therapy?
And for a dime bag of nature grown weed,
Others not in this class...
Picked as felons,
And depicted to be on the wrong paths...
Are given sentences with time to sit in prisons,
To be rehabilitated back into a dysfunctional society.
Why is it that a certain class of people,
Feel they can free themselves...
From committing the most horrendous deeds,
To excuse what is done...
At the taxpayers expense,
To get them much needed mental therapy?
When a swift kick where they sit,
And done in public...
Would end such exorbitant fees,
No one benefits or receives...
As a return to retrieve a dividend.
But expected is a giving of a forgiveness.
And anyone with a consciousness witnessing this,
Knows this is a bunch of...
'Of What?
You didn't finish it.'
Use your imagination.
Do you really think I have to?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our censorship has sort of gotten a little too far. Too much censorship is just as bad as having none at all. Children need to be exposed to things, because if they don't see it, eventually, it's not like it's not going to happen, but it's just that there needs to be a balance.
quote by Zoe Saldana
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Morning Innocence
Morning Innocence
We’re all born with it
As children, its what we live on
Screw death and destruction
Its only life and love that
we want to know about
For that’s all we should know
Contemplations of death and destruction
Is just a waste of our breath
and a waste of our tears
Yet some may still wonder
'What is `Morning Innocence`? '
It’s the knowledge of knowing nothing
As children or as we wake up
Death, pain, and hatred are never
the first thing on our minds
This is Morning Innocence
Be it the beginning of our lives
or the beginning of our day
We know nothing...
Yet time passes we lose this
Morning Innocence
Even if it’s hours or years
We start to realize
All the death, pain, and destruction
That shall one day consume our lives
However, to the end of our day(s)
as a reflection of our souls
We accept it as it comes along
We’re brilliant...
We know everything there is to know
We know what is soon to come
Because this Morning Innocence
is no longer a factor in our lives
No more knowledge...
We’ve been exposed to it all
and yet we’re still being exposed
There’s ten million ways to die
and the number keeps growing
and now - we no longer have
our Morning Innocence
to protect us.
poem by Joseph Anthony Montefusco
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Upsetting 'and' Appalling
Expressing shock and dismay,
Over embarrassing conduct exposed...
By collegiate athletes.
Quickly removing their cleats...
To have discreet sex,
With paid prostitutes.
Has reduced them and their precious images,
From their gladiator pedestals.
And to think such high standards,
Executed by a marketing done...
Of a decadence anyone can get,
On their TV sets.
And freely obtained over the internet.
Or purchased on any street easily,
Is...
At best,
Upsetting 'and' appalling.
How and why can any of this,
Be solicited to corrupt the innocence...
Of our respecting and disciplined children?
How and why can any of this,
Slip by unnoticed...
As the doting concerns,
Of protective and value conscious parents...
Monitor with interest,
The future of their kids?
Upsetting 'and' appalling as this is,
There is definitely a conspiracy...
To undermine and smudge with a smearing,
Those high and lofty standards...
Embraced by those envious and jealous,
Of a quality of life all who uphold these truths...
To be self evident,
With such a sustaining willpower...
Is difficult for anyone to fathom.
Shocking has been the revelation,
Of such disturbing and jaw dropping news.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Next Step
will my next step
help feed the hungry?
heal the sick?
give solace to the lonely?
find housing for the homeless?
help save the rain forests?
help save mountains and rivers
for my children's children?
stop the killing of whales?
the killing of women and children?
help eradicate prejudice?
stand for freedom and dignity?
bring hope to the hopeless?
well... will it?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Effectively Sufficient
They are outraged to learn,
Children are trained to be suicide bombers.
To honor and gain respect.
Although it is perfectly okay and in their interests...
For those who are upset,
To purchase video games that depict maiming human beings.
And toy weapons presented as gifts,
Packaged and wrapped.
To delight with surprise that they've been delivered,
By Santa Claus.
Under a tree decorated with bright colorful lights,
And candy canes.
To celebrate at any cost.
'Your depicted descriptions are not the same.'
But the affects are to condition.
With traditions that create appetites for death.
Either way...
Early indoctrinations seem okay!
And...
Effectively sufficient to maintain those conscious traditions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Would Be Parents
No law is there
That parents shall protect children.
Now law is made
That children shall protect parents.
Children must learn
That they are the would be parents.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Prayers of parents make a peaceful heaven to a home
Prayers of parents make a peaceful heaven to a home
The children who neglect their parents will be cursed,
The Nature makes such children’s house a hellish dome,
They are lucky children who are blessed by their parents,
It is said that there is a heaven under the legs of mother,
The children love or not to their mother but she loves all,
She embraces good or bad children but she can’t smother,
Mother is habituated to pray to God for all their happiness,
A few children won’t love their parents but love their wives,
In old age parents are in need of only their children’s love,
Who devote God, adore parents will be happy in their lives,
Love of parents always comes to children from the sky above,
God bless those children who are blessed by their parents,
And God curse those children who are cursed by their parents.
poem by INDIA Mazid S Kazi
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Cropped From a Harvest
I have come to admire,
Those labelled as insane.
At least they are not the ones considered 'normal'.
And one day they've lost their mind and brains.
Like those who commit horrific and horrendous crimes.
The kind known and respected,
To represent those accepted as being just fine.
Before their backgrounds are studied in prime time.
Those who seem to have been called crazed...
Have also been pioneers in their 'day'.
And they are the ones who have paved the way...
To allow the laziness of madness,
To become so commonly displayed....
Today.
Without one hint of this being connected to the status quo.
Or the reason for its accepted hidden sickness,
Growing as if cropped from a harvest to be solicited.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our Children
A baby sitter who can’t stand kids
A drunken father slaps his children around
A drug addict mother who sleeps and does nothing but get high
A sister who never comes home in time to protect the small ones
Our children are here on this earth to be loved
Not to be abused and used as slaves
Our children are not punching bags or our slaves
Stop the abuse against the innocent children
These children will grow up to be just like you
Our children need us to love them
The older siblings stand between the you and the younger ones
So stop all the abuse
The children need to be taken care of
All you parents out there listen to me
Heed my warning because your children will grow up to hate you
Stop all the abuse against the future of this world
poem by Jessica Roberts
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It Is Wonderful That There Are So Many Small Children In Israel
IT IS WONDERFUL THAT THERE ARE SO MANY SMALL CHILDREN IN ISRAEL
It is wonderful that there are so many small children in Israel
I see them everywhere and am happy when I see them.
Do they make up or compensate in some way for the million and one half Jewish children murdered a generation or two ago?
Nothing makes up for even one life lost
That we know.
But still seeing these children one invariably thinks of those other Jewish children-
I don't understand it at all-
It is wonderful that there are so many small children in Israel
Children are a great blessing and the hope of their parents and grandparents lives-
God Bless and protect these children
And let them never know the hatred the suffering the cruelty
Children no less innocent than them knew
A generation or two ago.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Let Children Be Children For Once
Let children be children for once
By leting them play
Where is safe
And by leting them know
That you will protect them always
Because you are their parents
Let children be children for once
By allowing them to show their love for you
Because you are their parents
And please tell your children that you love them
Because that is what they want to hear
From you
poem by Aldo Kraas
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I continue to meet people who have had their Web pages hijacked, their browsers corrupted, in some cases, their children exposed to inappropriate material from these dangerous programs hidden in their family computers.
quote by Cliff Stearns
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Turn Down the Volume
'Who wants to be stuck.
Crushed.
Or caught rushing...
Into the arms of another lover!
Give it time, Amanda!
Nick will not see this
As a friendship social call!
He will catch us on the Bear rug...
And assume we've had sex,
Just because we are bare ass and naked!
And since we are...let's have sex! ? '
I thought you said you were bringing something home,
That was wholesome, natural and down to Earth?
~It is, Ma!
The message is of 'piece'.
It's raw and natural!
Down to Earth...
And the video supplier says
The packing is recycable!
And you said I should say NO to sex! ?
I have!
But, Ma...
You said nothing about me watching it gettin' done!
And this ain't even 'porno' no more.~
Well...
Turn down the volume.
I will not have 'that' kind of talk spoken in my home!
And they wonder why you kids have filthy mouths today! ?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Exchanging On The Internet
A privacy expected,
When exchanging on the internet...
Those quick enhanced glances,
Openly shared with others one just met.
Is a foolish notion,
After posting...
Something to reveal!
That should be kept secret.
And away from those this may appeal.
Anyone upset,
To have their information...
Exposed and inspected,
By an unwanted nosiness...
Is someone wishing to probe quietly,
Other lives in the hope...
That their own steps followed,
Will be respected and not ones to regret.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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