Bans On Speech
The saddness brought upon bans on speech,
Is that they don't eliminate what is spoken in the streets.
Sensitive egos are easily displayed...
By those feeling insecure,
Who believe they have it made!
They believe they have the power to submit,
Or the throwing away of trash...
And fawning over was is to them 'legit'!
But we all know that they have narrow points of views.
It shows in their ignorance,
And the tightness of their shoes!
They are the ones who enjoy their sips...
And they reek of daily booze.
Slipping mints to hide it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Power And Money
A bad habit they form as a young girl or boy
To have power over others some people enjoy
With personal power some are not satisfied
Their desire for top job they don't try for to hide
They need more than personal power to be seen to succeed
It is all about money and all about greed
One might say they do have big egos to feed
The more money they have the more they seem to need
Power and money are siblings it does seem that way
And money speaks every language some are known to say
The non greedy and non power hungry people one has to admire
The lust for large sums of money or power over others they never desire
They are not the type for to put others down
Or wish to be known as the best in the town.
poem by Francis Duggan
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No More Doubts
In the beginning it was just a glimpse
Far too fleeting to care about
But I can still remember the initial traces of your change
Then you became so adaptable
No deviation from your ways
Like the world in your eyes is just spinning inside of you
There's only you and you and you . . .
There are no more doubts in you
It's a repression of your past
Sometimes it shows you're insecure
I still can read between the lines
There are no more doubts in you
Have you forgot to dream at last
Sometimes it shows you're insecure
You died inside
When I'm thinking of days gone by
You were so curious about the world
You never needed reasons to simply fly off-hand
Being the epitome of ignorance
Does it really suit your plan?
Where's the contempt that you would actually show
yourself
song performed by by Zeraphine
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Chinese History
there is a tightness about the Chinese
a jar of wine, sealed and tied with the
help of one billlion hands
there is a tightness about the Chinese
a star twisting and jostling to win
your fancy among one billion
there is a tightness about the Chinese
a surname the weight of one billion tons
each wishes to shoot through the heavens
there is a tightness about the Chinese
five centuries of the rise and fall of civilisations
a dragon all claws, whiskers and fiery eyes
tidying and polishing its billion scales
so that they dazzle with power and excellence
there is a tightnesss about the Chinese
gunpowder all ready to blast through
crackers in a billion hard foldings
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Americans are crazy. They have this fascination with throwing their shoes on stage. I've been to a lot of shows in me life, some good and some bad. But I was never moved to take off me shoes and throw it at the lead singer.
quote by Noel Gallagher
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That Was Part One. Maybe Part Two Needs Review
In the meantime,
Save up all your nickles and dimes...
And make yourself that charity case.
Goodbye.
Good luck.
This enviroment I'm in,
Needs to be replaced.
And in the meantime,
You can stop that whining you sigh...
And lift yourself over hurdles that appear.
My leaving you will help you find,
What's been missing for years...
Between both of your ears.
You chose to booze up when you wanted to.
You chose to do what you wanted to do.
You choose to eliminate a listening to hear.
Now you think I want you close...
Although distant when I wish you near?
That was part one.
Maybe part two needs review!
You chose to booze up when you wanted to.
You chose to do what you wanted to do.
You choose to eliminate a listening to hear.
Now you think I want you close...
Although distant when I wish you near?
'Come here.
You don't have to say it twice.
Come here,
I know what you need and like.'
Oh no,
I'm not attracted to defeat.
I know...
How to stand on my own two feet.
And I,
Wish not to ever repeat...
Being alone while you roam the streets.
Oh no,
I'm not attracted to defeat.
I know...
How to stand on my own two feet.
And I,
Wish not to ever repeat...
Being alone while you roam the streets.
In the meantime,
Save up all your nickles and dimes...
And make yourself that charity to give.
That charity case I found a waste.
And in the meantime,
You can stop that whining you sigh...
And lift yourself over hurdles that appear.
The ones you believe I'll await you to clear.
You chose to booze up when you wanted to.
You chose to do what you wanted to do.
You choose to eliminate a listening to hear.
Now you think I want you close...
When really what I'm wishing is that you disappear.
Give me a hammer or a tambourine!
Oh no,
I'm not attracted to defeat.
I know...
How to stand on my own two feet.
And I,
Wish not to ever repeat...
Being alone while you roam the streets.
And in the meantime,
You can stop that whining you sigh.
In the meantime,
Save up all your nickles and dimes.
And don't even try,
To ask me for change!
That's all I've ever done.
There is no pleading from me,
That 'we' shall overcome.
The singing of that tune has long been overdone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Imus
Imus tells you...
Ignorance is not bliss.
Imus says to you now,
Some stench has got to quit.
Comments made of 'shady' grade...
Describes a climate that fits.
But what Imus says
Is already in people's heads
And got there through a media
Of all kinds that spreads.
Imus tells you...
Told you Imus did.
And what Imus represents,
Is the taste of a dollar bill...
That is always up for bids!
And Imus did what Imus does well!
Imus knows what he's doing...
Because Imus knows how to sell!
Imus shows us raw our views...
Not on the threshold of heaven,
But on the heated denials
Of a daily hell we spew!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Selfish Contradictions
If people are not able to 'see' things
From an expected adult point of view...
Who is responsible for that?
Who held them back from this process?
And why in adulthood...
Their childishness reacts.
It is clearly not attractive.
And those who allowed this lack,
To appear in childish ways.
Did not teach them to reach comprehension...
With a complete understanding,
As immaturity was displayed.
Many will never wake up to 'see'.
No matter who shouts.
Or points this ignorance out.
And others who have been awakened so long,
Have felt the obligation,
To state what they felt to them was then wrong.
And brought that to someone's attention.
They made it a need for it to be mentioned.
A self centeredness was condoned.
In and outside the home.
And this did not end for them.
Resulting in selfish contradictions...
Of what is expected.
Yet reflects upon that,
Which has been neglected!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What's On Your Mind
(spoken by Bones: "It's worked so far,
but we're not out yet"
I want to know
What you're thinking.
There are some things you can't hide.
I want to know
What you're feeling.
Tell me what's on your mind.
(spoken by Spock: "Pure Energy")
Here I am in silence,
Looking round without a clue.
I find myself along again
All alone with you.
I can see behind your eyes
The things that I don't know.
If you hide away from me,
How can our love grow?
I want to know
What you're thinking.
There are some things you can't hide.
I want to know
What you're feeling.
Tell me what's on your mind.
I know I could break you down,
But what good would it do?
I could surely never know
That what you say is true.
Here I am in silence;
It's a game i have to play.
You and I in silence.
With nothing else to say.
I want to know
What you're thinking.
There are some things you can't hide.
I want to know
What you're feeling.
Tell me what's on your mind.
(Spock: "Pure Energy")
I want to know
What you're thinking.
There are some things you can't hide.
I want to know
What you're feeling.
Tell me what's on your mind.
I want to know
What you're thinking.
There are some things you can't hide.
I want to know
What you're feeling.
Tell me what's on your mind.
song performed by by Information Society
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The person who admits ignorance shows it once; the one who tries to hide it shows it often.
He who admits to his ignorance shows it once only; he who tries to hide it shows it frequently.
My Trash
in the house
at the kitchen
one finds that black bag
filled with trash
one has to throw them away
no keeps them
in our mind
in the same manner
there are thoughts
which are trash
and there is the black bag
one has to throw all these trash
away
in my poems
i got a trash
got a black bag
and i am throwing all these away
what us have to things
and thoughts
that no one loves?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tell them dear, that if eyes were made for seeing,Then beauty is its own excuse for beingWhy thou wert there, O rival of the roseI never sought to ask, I never knewBut, in my simple ignorance supposeThe selfsame power that brought me there brought you.
quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson
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This Exchange Is the Best One that Is Accepted
Satisfying the attention seeking egos of others,
Is easy.
Express a life lived that is disliked.
Complain about other people.
And pretend you are miserable on a daily basis.
People love to feel,
Someone besides themselves...
Shares a feeling of unhappiness,
That is heard and confessed.
And left to go unaddressed.
This exchange is the best one that is accepted,
By those seeking to satisfy with attention...
A boosting done to uplift their egos.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sophisticated Idiots
A few decide...
How and who is rated.
More decide...
All decisions made are dumb!
The ones coming forth with integrity...
Tell all what is done
Has not achieved anything for anyone.
Since the few regard their views legit.
And the majority observes them all...
As sophisticated idiots!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Close
Where’s the kid? Kirkehuse
asks. She’s in bed, she’s sleeping,
Mother says. About time; never
knew a kid to yak so much. She’s just
a child. She’s a yakker and she talks
too much. Mother cuddles up close
to Kirkehuse on the sofa as he sips
his booze. You’re too soft with her;
she gets away with things. When I
was a kid I kept quiet and did as I
was told and if I didn’t my old man’d
make sure I knew what’d happen if
I didn’t, Kirkehuse says. Mother kisses
his stubbly cheek. I try, she mutters.
Well, you don’t try hard enough.
The kid just yaks and thinks she knows
things she doesn’t. Kirkehuse looks at
Mother’s head of hair. He kisses her.
And what was that about the history
lesson, eh? She thinks we don’t know
about the Kennedys? Mother pulls at
the hem of her dress; he sips his booze.
She’s just trying to show she’s good at school,
Mother says. Kirkehuse pulls a face.
If she were my kid she’d know her place.
poem by Terry Collett
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A word of kindness is seldom spoken in vain, while witty sayings are as easily lost as the pearls slipping from a broken string.
quote by George Dennison Prentice
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The Years
To-night I close my eyes and see
A strange procession passing me --
The years before I saw your face
Go by me with a wistful grace;
They pass, the sensitive, shy years,
As one who strives to dance, half blind with tears.
The years went by and never knew
That each one brought me nearer you;
Their path was narrow and apart
And yet it led me to your heart --
Oh, sensitive, shy years, oh, lonely years,
That strove to sing with voices drowned in tears.
poem by Sara Teasdale
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Embrace a hug
I had a dream that made me sad
I had a dream that made me cry again
I had a dream that made my pillow wet
I had a dream that I wont ever forget
I had a dream that was past the meaning of sad
I had a dream that you were going away again
I had a dream that captured my heart
I had a dream that was so terrifying that it torn me apart
I had a dream that I saw you once more
I had a dream where it was reality before
I had a dream that you were leaving for Iraq again and after you told me that
I told you, you are my best friend
In my dream I felt a tightness around my shoulder blades
It was the greatest tightness I could of ever embraced
Your hug was like angel wings and there I flew
And when you let go you flew off too.
poem by Brooke Moran
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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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Silence
My father used to say,
"Superior people never make long visits,
have to be shown Longfellow's grave
nor the glass flowers at Harvard.
Self reliant like the cat --
that takes its prey to privacy,
the mouse's limp tail hanging like a shoelace from its mouth --
they sometimes enjoy solitude,
and can be robbed of speech
by speech which has delighted them.
The deepest feeling always shows itself in silence;
not in silence, but restraint."
Nor was he insincere in saying, "`Make my house your inn'."
Inns are not residences.
poem by Marianne Moore
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