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Buzz That Nonsense to Someone Else

To Drone or not to drone.
I choose not to do it.
Or become captivated by anyone,
Who is running for an office
To represent my interests.

I choose to be excited,
About every aspect of my life.
And if someone elects to monotone in drones,
With pretentions they know what is best for me...
Had better buzz that nonsense to someone else.
I seek to ignite much more than that.
I want the company of those who are happy,
Baggage and issue free.
And surrounding me with an energy,
Like busy worker bees!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Choose

I choose focus
I choose freedom
to be happy, to have fun
to have a wonderful life
to be young, light and bright
I choose health, wealth
lands, treasures
I choose to trust, love
commitment, faith,
I choose to enjoy life
I choose the lord
I choose...

poem by Johnny Walks
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With A Need To Express Me More

If a fly can be what it is...
And has been what it is for years.
It does not have to convince.

If a bee is known to sting...
And is left alone by those who choose,
Not to be stung.
That bee will buzz,
And be about its business.

If I know who it is that I am...
With an identity that belongs to me!
I will not be a fly.
Nor can I,
If wished...
Be a bee.
But I don't choose to be either of these.
I have chosen to be me.
And that's who it is I am.
With a need to express me more!

And...
If I should buzz while I fly?
If I so choose and decide?
That too will also be me!
Doing me as I have chosen to be!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Drones And Riots

Just a Thought (drones and riots)

In Waziristan, a tiny Pakistani town, a drone hit its target.
The collateral damage... several children killed.
This incident happened about the same time as riot struck
London after an armed loser was shot by the police.
A few building were torched and many shops were looted
and trivial items like trainers and TV were stolen.
In Waziristan the drone was dropped by murderous fools
the riot in London was done by the hopelessly inadequate.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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Believe In Trees

Belonging from, nowhere to somewhere, never in or to - Company of the twisted tongue, spend with snakes i prefer to your screaming tongue, the one which ash flames to a fires back - Invented by noone, excuses of the everyone, that blame is for your face the shame - Hands on my knees, the singing of the bees, the buzz rings true to the lost of my hive, rather i choose to be free, truthfull, as to live my lies of life and not to be me - i saw the trees, i see without leaves, i believe without a bark, dogs to grief

poem by Unic Cjonr
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Do Not Wear A Sad Face

i know sometimes
just like the seasons: this winter and summer
and spring and fall,
we change, we are governed by the laws of change
no doubt, but we can also choose what we want to be

i choose not to wear a sad face
i choose happiness
i choose bliss, i choose joy, i choose to be

the happy child of God, his joyful man, his smiling servant
there are sad moments
but there is no reason to be sad

this free will
wills to be happy, and no one, not even the devil
that lurks in the sad corners of sorrows
can take that disposition away from us

for in truth
the true child of God is the happy one
because he is loved
and every moment he is well taken cared of
more than the sparrows
whose only abundance
is found in the feathers
whose only home
is the nest
whose only treasure
are the clouds

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Journey Of Honing Words And Wasps...

i hone myself, and i honing i am honed,
like a drone like one drowning drone who wants to master the art of
drinking water, he must have to drown himself first
or even die,

but that will not be the end of it,
dying does not end,

it gives you a start, an upstart of what lies ahead
perhaps
a new beginning, but let us pretend that we do not die

we just hone and keep honing until the honing is perfected
until we become nothing but honers of this craft of living life
like
crazy drones that drown themselves in the water to drink the
whole ocean of thirst and hunger

do not think that i want you to feel what death is and make you
understand about it,
i am just talking and keep on talking to myself because

i want to hone myself into dying, because dying does not actually die itself but simply keeps on dying
until it gets perfected.

and how is it to be perfect? continue talking, i am tired and
i am still as broken as you are.

do you see wasps in the air?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Choose To Fly

Choose to fly!
Choose to soar...
Above the clouds,
And touch the sky.
Choose to spread your wings.
And with praises choose to sing...
To end limitations.
And what to you those limits bring.
Choose to fly.
Energize with the Sun.
Have fun.
Begin what is wished.
Do not undo that which has begun.
Choose to fly.
Look up.
Around and down!
Can accustomed conflict mixed with confusion...
Be heard from anyone?
Can it be found?
As you lift your disconnectedness,
Higher off the ground?
Can you feel a peace?
As you release...
From tensions that decrease.
Choose to fly.
Let go of that madness...
Grabbing to entrap.
To have you slapped with unhappiness.
Choose to fly.
Declare your fresh air...
Is absent of dispair.
And all boundaries have cleared for your arrival.
Choose to fly!
Choose to soar...
Above the clouds,
And touch the sky.
Let go...
And take hold of the atmosphere there.
Choose to fly.
Choose to soar.
Choose to live the life you adore,
Even more!
Choose to fly.
And break free to live your dreams.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet: Choose The Things in Your Life

0 choose your friend who must be good as you;
And choose your spouse better than you; make sure;
And choose the one best as your Teacher too;
And choose ambitions that suit your nature.

0 choose the profession thats truly best;
And choose the hobbies that ne'er interfere;
And choose your Time to begin work, take rest;
And choose your enemies, you surely fear.

0 choose your food that gives extended health;
And choose your garments -comfortable wear;
And choose the honest way to added wealth;
And choose the burden right, body can bear.

0 choose the people who deserve help most;
And choose good principles, yet never boast.

poem by John Celes
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The Drone

I might have been a worker, but I'm nothing but a drone.
I tell my idle stories in a philosophic tone.
In a fuzzy, spiny mantle of remoteness softly furled
I lie and watch with half-shut eyes the stupefying world.

And they bustle and they rustle with their self-consuming din.
And eager feet go hurrying out and tired feet come in.
Like Bottom, when they hear a sound they all must rush to see.
They're always running after life. I let it come to me.

poem by Gamaliel Bradford
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Tippity Tap

Tap Tap, Click Click

On the train

Leeds To London

Click Click go the mice

Strange Tunes from phones

Is there no time

To kick back

To take time

To enjoy the ride

Worker drones drone on

Click Click

Ring Ring

Work appears to end

Beer & wine from the trolley

Relax time

Work time

Travel time is now

Other times

poem by Jason Palmer
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Sonnet: On Self-Confidence in Life

Never compare yourself with anyone;
You are a unique being upon earth;
Most things can be achieved under the sun;
Your self-confidence level is the dearth!

No success comes with fear of failure live;
It takes some time to climb and reach a peak;
Sometimes, you must be like a drone in hive;
Transforming magic in you lies, you seek!

Don’t be the problem in your life’s problems;
If faith is strong, achievement will soon smile;
’Tis upto us to choose life’s diadems;
Show off your full potential awhile!

Self-confidence is what we must boost up;
With mind made up, drink from life’s any cup!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-12-11

poem by John Celes
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The Latest Invention

A mother-hen with twelve chicks,
A goat with two baby-goats,
A parrot confined in the cage,
An infant in the cradle with a baby doll,
And an old man and woman
These were all
Twenty one terrorists who were killed
Yesterday by a drone,
Yes; the same drone: the latest invention.

poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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I Could Die For You

Something inside the cards
I know is right
Don't want to live
Somebody elses life
This is what I want to be
And this is what I give to you
Because I get it free
She smiles while I do my time

I could die for you
Oh this life I choose

I'm here to be your only go-between
To tell you of the sights
These eyes have seen
What I really want to do is
Turn it into motion
Beauty that I can't abuse
You know that I'd use my senses to
You can see that
It's only everywhere
I'd take it all and then
I'd find a way to share

Come along and go
Along with me
Wander with me yo
It's all for free

I could die for you
Whatchu wanna do
Oh this life I choose

Come again and tell me
Where you want to go
What it means for me
To be with you alone
Close the door and
No one has to know
How we are

Come along and go
Along with me
Wander with me yo
It's all for free

I could die for you
Whatchu want to do
Oh this life I choose

song performed by by Red Hot Chili Peppers from By The Way
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I Choose To Heal

I've decided not to be reminded of my griefs.
I've learned that carrying a baggage of sorrows,
Only weighs on my back...
Unhappiness to be left to be repeatedly monitored.

Tears cried as others measured my pain,
On a scale from one to ten...
Are days I've chosen not to live.
Again!
And again.
AND...again without end.

Why should I celebrate my agony,
On a regular basis?
What does doing this for me achieve?
A hatred and bitterness I pray from me will leave?
Or a constant search to seek validation,
How miserable my life lived can be?

NO!
For others that may be so,
To acknowledge without a letting go.
But for me...
My happiness comes with the knowing,
I can forgive.
Not forgot!
My mind wont let me do it.
But make attempts to forgive I can do.

I've decided not to be reminded of my griefs.
I've learned that carrying a baggage of sorrows,
Only weighs on my back...
Unhappiness to be left to be repeatedly monitored.
I choose not to keep my healing wounds,
Left to pick to bleed repeatedly in anger.

I choose with faith,
That God will handle my business.
I choose with faith,
God has my back.
And will correct all that has gone wrong,
To make right for my life.

I choose with faith,
That God will handle my business.
I choose to heal,
Not to relive moments of my agonies.
I already know what it takes to moan.
I already know that process.
I've renewed my commitment to living.
And give my deepest respect,
To those who had experienced...
Untimely deaths.

I've decided not to be reminded of my griefs.
I've learned that carrying a baggage of sorrows,
Only weighs on my back...
Unhappiness to be left to be repeatedly monitored.
I choose not to keep my healing wounds,
Left to pick to bleed repeatedly in anger.

I choose to heal.
Not to be left,
For the rest of my life dropping tears wept.
To spend in the process of mourning.
Riding high on the shoulders of grief.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Am With Name

I was
Ramona a. stone
I started with no enemies of my own
I was an artiste
In a tunnel
But Ive been having a mid-life crisis
And Ive been dreaming in a sleep
And ape men with metal parts
Ive spat upon deeply felt age
Ive hid my hearts in
And I hate your funny colored english
Well creep togeher you and i
For I know who the small friends are
I am with name, I am with name,
I am ramona a stone
A night filled female
Good timing drone
I am with name
I am with name sleepy now
Your silhouette is so stationary
Youre released but your custody calls
And I want to be free
I am with name, I am with name
I am ramona a stone
She could say twitch & stream
Itll end in chrome
Night of the female good time drone
I am with name I am ramona a stone
She should say: I am with name
I am ramona a stone
I am ramona a stone
A person who loses a name
Feels anxiety descending
Left at the crossroads, between
The centuries a millenium fetish
I am with name, I am with name
I am ramona a stone
I am with name, night fear female
Good timing drone
I am with name
I am ramona a stone
I am ramona a stone
Anxiety descending
Anxiety descending

song performed by by David Bowie
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Refuse To Be Muted

Do choose.
And, select your steps.
Do choose.
Don't second guess to be a wreck.
Do choose.
Reach and see yourself the best.
Seek to want nothing else less...
Since there's no time to sit and rest,
With folded arms against your chest.

Do choose.
Don't pity pat your own back.
Do choose.
Decide to be better than that.
Do choose.
Unstrap from shackles that trap.
You are much more than that.
Put some heat under your feet...
Know your destiny is yours,
To meet and greet.

Do choose.
Don't pity pat your own back.
Know you're better than that!
Refused to be muted.
Refute this to be booted!

Do choose.
And, select your steps.
Do choose.
Don't second guess to be a wreck.
Do choose.
Reach and see yourself the best.
Seek to want nothing else less...
Since there's no time to sit and rest,
With folded arms against your chest.

Refuse to be muted.
Refute this to be booted.

Do choose.
Refuse to be muted.
Refute this to be booted!

Do choose.
Refuse to be muted.
Refute this to be booted!
And, select your steps.
Reach and seek the best.

Do choose!
And refuse to be muted.
Confused and disputed,
To choose!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Believe So...

does the wind choose to blow?
do rivers choose to run?
does your heart choose to beat?
i believe so...

does the earth choose to turn,
in perfect rhythm, year by year?
do the tides choose to come and go,
in cadence with the moon?
i believe so...

does society choose to be oppressed,
if only by apathy's inaction?
do we choose to let people starve
when we turn the other head?
i believe so...

do we choose war over peace,
to feed the need of greed?
do we choose to destroy nature
by our very lifestyles?
i believe so....

but can we change destiny,
and avert the final blow?
can we open our minds and hearts,
and reclaim life for the living?
i believe so...

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Once Enjoyed and Invited

We are not in those times anymore.
When people would choose others,
For their own ignorance...
Unstopped and revolving,
Through the same turnstiles...
To explore and bore.

More people are awakening,
To what time 'today' is.
With less of them wasting it,
To let go and live.

The ones who found gossip,
Whispered from ear to ear.
Find it almost impossible...
To ignite any intrerest,
With someone equally inquisitive.

We are not in those times,
Anymore.
When people would choose others,
For their own ignorance...
To Explore increasing boredom.

And more and more,
People are re-evaluating values.
Finding it difficult,
To do as they choose...
And have others listen too!

Once enjoyed and invited,
People seem today quicker to admit...
A deeper meaning sought,
Than the routine of nonsense...
That finds them sick of it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Choose

Tell me
What you gonna do
Where you gonna go
Youre running out of time.
Hey baby
Whats it gonna be
Are you gonna stay
Do you wanna be free.
Choose what ya gonna do
Choose do what you gotta do
Choose whats ya gonna be
Choose, do what ya gotta do.
New day
The time is right
Ya make the move
You do what you gotta do.
Youre free
If you wanna be
Youll see
Aint nothing gonna stop you.
Choose whats ya gonna do
Choose, do what ya gotta do
Choose whats ya gonna be
Choose, I believe to my soul that ya gotta be free.
New day
Time is right
Ya make the move
Do what ya gotta do.
Youre free
If you wanna be
Youll see
Aint nothin gonna stop you.
Choose what you gonna do
Choose do what you gotta do
Choose what you gonna do
Choose do what you gotta do.

song performed by by Santana
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Boys

Where are they?--the friends of my childhood enchanted--
The clear, laughing eyes looking back in my own,
And the warm, chubby fingers my palms have so wanted,
As when we raced over
Pink pastures of clover,
And mocked the quail's whir and the bumblebee's drone?

Have the breezes of time blown their blossomy faces
Forever adrift down the years that are flown?
Am I never to see them romp back to their places,
Where over the meadow,
In sunshine and shadow,
The meadow-larks trill, and the bumblebees drone?

Where are they? Ah! dim in the dust lies the clover;
The whippoorwill's call has a sorrowful tone,
And the dove's--I have wept at it over and over;--
I want the glad luster
Of youth, and the cluster
Of faces asleep where the bumblebees drone!

poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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