Battles Too Long Fought
They are determined to be right...
Without sleep and plans of strategies,
That continue to fail!
Day and night...
They fight against the power of God.
And still they will not cease.
They are convinced they will win.
Even though the signs of doom,
Are fast approaching upon them.
With a script prepared in Hollywood,
And lives dispensible
To keep a tilting ship that sinks...
No one dares to inform the commander,
The days previewed seem few and shrink!
That God is closing in with the ultimate weapon
To end an egotistical drive to prove themselves,
Totally insane and deranged with insecurity!
Humanity is on the brink of nonexistence.
Placing all of God's creation in jeopardy!
And they say this mission is HIS 'will'!
Although the power of God...
Has always been directed,
In silent and peaceful ways!
The only peace that comforts and stays...
Saves a troubled soul from within!
These warriors are troubled!
And it shows far and wide,
With battles too long fought with intent...
To spread a diseased mentality outside!
Although some passengers aboard,
Scream ignored with fears and hide!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Troubled Friend
My troubled friend
there is no end
to trials on this earth.
Don't cry aloud
amongst the crowd.
Keep silent all your tears.
Think of goodness.
Think of peace
Never allow these thoughts to cease.
Men are cruel.
They play the fool
and fail to come alive.
And as they play
they have their way
and never do they strive
for peace.
My troubled friend
there is an end
when you have found your worth.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Sonnet: Power Corrupts
How change of chairs makes human beings queer!
That power corrupts minds is truly true;
No lion can ever become a deer;
Nor can any elephant like cows moo.
How men in power behave so different!
Power alone cannot command respect;
How men settle old scores with mind so bent!
The Power-Bug can any man infect.
And very soon misuse of power begins,
The man his doom in much unconceived of ways;
Unless level-headed, be they earthlings,
Prematurely, ill-fated end their days.
The humble man in power stays for long,
Desisting all his life from doing wrong.
poem by John Celes
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Unpleasant Days (after-effects of my fathers death)
Im a troubled child in the face of the moon,
Raised without a father,
Bred without a silver spoon.
Im a troubled child who seeks nothing but perfection,
Annointed to blossom in the pastures of my misconceptions.
Im a troubled child violated of my peace,
Battling burdens with no ease
When will these dark days come to cease.
Im a troubled child with great charisma & no fear,
Catastrophies Im faced with
My life seems so unfair.
poem by Siyabonga Njica
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I Am Troubled!
i am troubled...
lord, i am troubled.
i hear the cries
of starving children.
i feel the bombs,
burning up the night.
i smell poverty,
and i taste injustice.
i shudder at prejudice,
i write the prayers
of the forgotten...
and sign their names
on unmarked stones.
what have i done...
lord, what have i done?
with this life,
this path, this cross.
i feel guilty,
and i know their suffering.
i cant help but wonder,
what i could have done
to stop the flood.
i am troubled...
lord, i am troubled.
have i been silent for too long.
and have my words
fallen like ashes,
driven by the mongrel wind.
i am troubled...
lord, i am troubled!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Trusting In The Lord
A need for trust marks the way, as things do change, day to day,
As we become self-assured, things can be changed by The Lord,
For it is The Lord, and Him alone, Who sets the plan for His own,
Having set forth a much larger plan, than in the heart of any man.
God’s Plan shall indeed survive, just as His Will keeps man alive,
And when things appear to fall apart, real Trust must fill our heart.
As Christ leads us, in His Peace, that in dark times will not cease.
While God leads us by His hand, in this sometimes troubled land.
As present days seem to darken, it’s God’s voice we must harken,
While fully trusting in God’s will, to let our troubled heart to be still,
For God alone, does not change, while His plan remains the same,
And in this dark and troubled world, it is this Truth, we must herald.
The Lord God remains in control, through every trial, big and small,
And when His Hand I cannot see, His Truth alone is enough for me,
So as I continue my life down here, I know that God is always near,
Guiding me with Power and Grace, as I continue in this earthly race.
Friend, my trust is not in man or me, but, in The God of all Eternity,
Who alone, holds all things together, not only for now, but forever;
Sustaining all things is Jesus Christ, He, Who gave me Eternal Life,
And if Eternal Life is His to give, He’s able to help me, daily to live.
(Copyright ©07/2010)
This Spiraling Cliff
mmm
The subject matter and the topic,
You have chosen to discuss
Is most interesting.
You hint,
That a boat floating
Once with an incompetent commander,
Unaware of it floating towards the edge
Of a waterfall cascading at unquestionable speed.
And had been warned of this danger
Should 'not' be the one found at fault.
Because the waterfall at the time of his leadership
Was not as close as it is today?
And the new commander recently taking helm
Who dares to turn the ship away,
From this spiraling cliff
With reason to believe all aboard,
Face eminent and devastating danger?
Because he represents a vision
That has not been collectively decided,
By those wishing to continue sailing
With scheduled social events to attend?
And
Everyone aboard,
Now hears the thunderous roar of this waterfall?
But pretend the evidence of it does not exist?
I'd like to make this suggestion strongly recommended.
And this is hypothetically speaking,
Of course.
'Of course.'
If everyone 'now' hears,
The thunderous roar of this waterfall...
Wouldn't it be to the best of everyone's interest,
IF they paid attention?
And gave the new commander their support?
'In response to your hypothetical suggested recommendation,
To my 'hypothetical' inquisitive mention of this
Of course.
Giving the new commander that much authority,
Would reveal delusions all aboard 'this' ship
I mean 'the' ship,
Wish to keep to themselves without the embarrassment,
Of admitting
They have standards and values,
They would rather keep to impress others who 'may'
Look upon them with less respect!
And,
They would rather try to convince others,
The new commander has weaknesses
Than to confess an apparent ignorance exposed.
And their severe incompetence to address,
Is a confession.
WHO and WHAT are they trying to protect?
'An 'image' of greatness!
Hypothetically speaking,
Of course.'
Sure.
And hypothetically speaking
Where would the lifejackets be stored,
Aboard 'that' fated ship?
'I have no idea.
I am going back to the upper deck,
To attend tonight's activities.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Power is?
Power is love and strength
Showered on others at any length
Power is a woman
Standing delicately like a flower
Power is intelligence
Without pretence that is so intense
Power is knowledge
We all acknowledge
As politicians take the oath and pledge
Along comes the usual greed
With the desire to feed
On weaknesses with speed
So careful, take heed!
Before you dry up and bleed
Power knows no friends
Powers shows and sends
A message of uneven ends
Power is spoken words
When battles and wars are won
Without the need of the gun
Power is the human touch
That soothes the heart so much
While we observe, stand and watch
But on the whole
Power is control
Its one and only ultimate goal!
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Everything In Life
It doesnt matter what you say
The cards are in your favour
We dont need no magic ride
To take you far away
Just give it a silent thought
And you will find the power
cause everything in life
Will tell you something
Yeah everything in life can set you free
Can you remember a distant dream
That holds your real attention
You dont need a preachers word
To know whats going on
The secret is all aboard
The wings of your perception
Stand up and fight your troubled mind
Wait no longer
See the power in your life
Disbelievers come on strong
Lost in self importance
They dont know an average man
Can see this mystery
Jump into the twilight world
And gather your awareness
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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Ode to George
Who is this man with bearded face?
A child from some forgotten race,
An alien from outer space
That just fell from a star;
Who is this man with turquoise eyes?
Reflections of the desert skies
That have the power to hypnotize
And see into the soul;
Who is this man that speaks of love
For all the earth and all above
Who comforts with a velvet glove
That soothes the troubled heart?
Who is this man that teaches all
To search the soul and heed the call
Respect this life or lose it all
The truth resides within;
Who sent this man to touch our lives,
Define the goal toward which man strives
To guarantee that earth survives
To mend our reckless ways?
He must have come from worlds away
A random sparkle from a ray
Of light so precious one could say
'An angel touched my heart.'
And one day I would hope to learn
That I have touched you in return,
This candle lit will always burn
Because of you, my friend.
For a mentor from the old days of soul searching
I am not all that i am supposed to be
A cry a sigh a reason why
this world should be for me
No sanity, humanity
Can ever let me be
I close my eyes from troubled skies
Pretend I am elsewhere
But all around the folk I've found
Would rather I'm not there.
From days alone in mortgaged home
To Nights where sleep was lost
A price to pay for every day
It all comes down to cost.
The single tear then born from fear
Exposed your weaker side
A striking pose with runny nose
Your feelings you can't hide.
Confidence or on the fence
Our very soul at risk
No in-between for troubled teen
The punishment as brisk
So don't let bile turn people vile
Just be the friend you can
No medals earned for people spurned
Just love your fellow man.
poem by Dave James
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The Guardians Of The Sky
To what is this orb that toward earth shines,
Illuminating the many dark corners of the night,
Piercing through the dark and lonely wilderness,
To show the innocent the way home.
There’s nothing in the dark the orb can’t spy,
No mission or secret a man can hide,
Try as you might,
Futile your attempt would be.
But does the orb hide secrets of its own,
Things stationary, concealed behind it’s glowing face,
Mysteries that yet hold the key to a new life,
A life of living in the dark and realm of shadow.
But fear not the dark at night,
The dark may be overpowering but its might is short lived,
With the downfall of night a new power arrives,
The power of light and warmth.
The orb of day has power beyond measure,
Power to rid the world of darkness and fear,
When the orb of day cometh the orb of night retreat,
The unrelenting assault taking its toll.
Yet the next night and every night approaching,
We will see the orb of night glowing in the sky,
This if nothing else proves to us that,
Darkness is a part of the day, just as much as light.
poem by Thomas Vaudin
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Gravity vs Money
Power of gravity is physical
Power of money is mental
Let’s find out for ourselves
Which one is stronger and more elemental?
And for as long as I could remember
Power of gravity stays the same
Power of money is always growing
Growing, growing until it’s insane
Power of gravity drags you down
Allow you firmly to stand on your feet
Power of money will fly you over
To Paris, Rome, New York or Madrid
To prove ones and for all
In a very bold experiment
I will dropp one hundred dollars bill
On New York city street pavement
I tried and tried, time and again
Results were consistent, always the same
Even if nobody was standing around
The bill almost never hit the ground!
poem by Slava Olchevski
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Should We Still Search For Toto?
'Sir...
We have not yet located the Yellow Brick Road,
Nor the Emerald City!
Although we have studied plans,
For a re-creation!
There is still a chance Dorothy can be found!
It is rumored by the villagers of Munchkinland,
A ruby studded pump carried by a man
Dressed in a lion's suit
Was seen
Having lunch with the wicked witch,
In a diner called West of Kansas!
We have them currently under surveillance...
And monitored for any inappropriate activity!
Mister President...
We have the Tin Man in custody,
And Auntie Em is under sedation!
Our troops are exhausted...
Although everyone has agreed,
This mission must continue!
Whether or not the approaching tornado lands.
Should we still search for Toto?
We do have a replacement in training!
Now that our mission in Oz is nearing completion,
It is advisable to steer the course...
Since victory 'is' inevitable!
However...
We can not reveal a precise date to announce,
For any withdrawals to begin from this addiction
Commenced!
And sir...
We can always change 'victory' to imply,
A probable cause for success?
Terminology and semantics,
Has never been used as a weapon
By our adversaries!
And polls?
As long as we keep it clear...
We refer to the North,
And South poles when regarding our strategy!
There should be no misunderstanding left,
To clarify our purpose AND intent! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Witness
I look. I hear. I see
and run away from the sight.
I try not to think. I shrink
away into the night.
The scene stays with me.
I cannot sleep.
I hear the scream.
I remember the weep
and what did I do?
I ran.
I ran as fast as I possibly could,
afraid to do what I knew I should.
But I must bear witness
and tell what I saw.
For I cannot live
with this character flaw.
I'd looked. I'd heard, I'd seen
and when I ran from the scene,
it followed me and said
'It will never leave your head.'
I cried my tears.
I conquered my fears
and spoke.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Quickened Is the Ticking
There is no more than the shadows of ghosts,
Appearing in the troubled eyes...
Of those perplexed by the days betraying,
The shredding of power bases dared.
Hour upon dreaded hour,
Ears are exposed to hear...
Each thunderous crack,
Of foundations splitting apart to entrap.
And quickened is the ticking of the clock,
Under watchful eyes nonstop.
As a flow of placing blame remains unchanged.
While a tossing about of accusations,
Refuses to cease a decreasing sanity increasing shame.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Power Rangers Paranormal Force
Not normal
More to these warriors
Then meets the eye
A whole new team
Here to make the bad guys scream
Go go Power Rangers
Go go Power Rangers
Power up
Show the bad guys who's really keeping score
You are the boss
No way will Earth suffer a loss
Go go Power Rangers
Go go Power Rangers Paranormal Force
We're counting on you
So cool!
All the things that you can do
Masters going down for the count
Paranormal Force standing tall
Rangers to answer the call
Go go Power Rangers
Our warriors to defend
Never giving in
The world is safe again
Thanks to you
Power Rangers Paranormal Force!
Go go Power Rangers!
poem by Ramona Thompson
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The Faith of Old George Jones
War raged around this troubled world,
When I was but a lad,
And into battle men were hurled,
As some ambition mad
Moved kings on their unstable thrones
To bring the world unease.
Mad days, I'll grant (said old George Jones),
But not as mad as these.
They fought for power, fought for gain,
For land and plunder then;
They fought for ends that they made plain
And understood of men.
But in this strangely restless age,
And this world's changing scene,
Men fight and die while nations rage,
For visions half unseen.
They fight for theories untried,
Ideals, untested creeds,
And seek their ends thro' fratricide,
While hate's rank passion breeds.
On this red soil . . . Must I, a man
Unlettered, pierce the mist,
And bind myself so to some strange plan
Fascist or Socialist?
I am a man. It is enough.
I ply a peaceful trade.
What should I know of this queer stuff
Of which their dreams are made?
Small is the wisdom mankind owns,
But, as his knowledge grows,
It seems to me (said old George Jones),
His hard-won wisdom goes.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Driving Me Insane
all i hear is,
you said this,
you said that,
so much drama,
blowing it all out of wack,
get the story striaght,
you driving me insane,
just placing blame,
just let it be,
who have a problem?
why should it matter?
don't we all want the same thing?
you driving me insane,
just placing blame.
just let it be,
it my life,
should i fight how i want it?
NO! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
because you driving me insane.
trying to make my point.
when i'm not being heard,
even when i scream,
IT'S MY LIFE! ! ! !
Copyright © 2009
3-18-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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A Dalai lama - path to freedom
We shall never be happy and trustworthy
If we live on somebody’s grace and mercy
That will kill our inner conscience and strength
It will prove counter productive and lout of length
We can never be comfortable and at ease
If we think negative and never live at peace
What prevents us to be more accommodative and friendly?
Why do we want to remain as prisoner in our own home and lonely?
Does the conductive atmosphere help to over come it by nature?
Can we shape and prove its worthiness in near future?
Have we to give set norms of life or simply surrounded by friends?
Yes, they may prove helpful if they remain best friends at the end
What bring our imminent fall or nose drive to the ground?
What is ultimate goal how that can be easily achieved and found?
It all depends on going to the right direction with mind so sound
It may gather momentum if we get together and go round
Our mind is incapacitated by the invasion of suspicion
We have lost the moral ground and lost any positive lien
It has engulfed and vitiated so much that we are totally blind
How is it possible to have positive approach with vicious mind?
We shall stay supreme and bind the force together
We can add new dimension with fame feather
It is not at all that impossible to achieve
If we adopt positive attitude of forget and forgive
To rise in arms for noble cause is not at all rebellion
Let there be enemies in large number or in billions
What may surface at the end is naked aggression by mighty?
It is in the hands of destiny power called almighty
Can we make inner peace with disturbed mind?
When people are deprived of rights by cruel kind
Will it show the correct path for early freedom?
If it does show or result in same with wisdom
Fight for freedom in peaceful manner is totally justified
What else path you suggest to be more qualified?
Whole world watches the scene with keen interest?
Whatever may be the out come but hopefully be the best
Never in past the saints have lead the peaceful procession
World history is full of such examples against such aggressions
I bow my head to the spiritual soul who stands for cause
May God give him the courage and divine power without any pause
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Of the Soporiferous Kind
And those who love to war have nothing more,
But troubled endings.
With strategies exposing a host of insecurities.
To keep the heat of fear in place.
To ensure suspicions are never erased.
And those who digest thoughts of terrorists...
Knocking down their doors,
To split their throats and wrists.
Choke in horror from nightmares dreamed.
As they look over shoulders prepared to scream.
And those who can not fall to sleep in peace...
Are kept haunted by visions from themselves released.
With purchased weapons hidden under beds.
Believing everything heard and to them said.
As they witness neighbors going out of their heads.
While relatives and close others...
Wish them dead!
'How cryptic! '
Would you prefer it to be less realistic?
Or sweetened with a narcotic?
Either way...
It can be numbed up for you.
'Good.
I'm of the soporiferous kind.
Induce me that way.
Gently! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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