Claimed to Confirm
If a depthness of thought one has is rumored,
It is best for the one that is claimed to have it...
To keep it rumored.
Not claimed to confirm.
To claim it is to acknowledge that process of thought,
One has...
Is noticeable and may offend those who depend on rumor,
To obtain their wisdom and knowledge.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rumored to Have Hauntings
How is an understanding achieved from detachment?
Or comprehension received by one who lays in a coma?
Not saying that it can not be done.
However...
Someone with a consciousness,
Usually acknowledges an absence of comprehension.
There is a difference observed when one is between thoughts...
And one completely without them all together!
A vacant house can be rumored to have hauntings.
A vacant mind...
However,
Is not often rumored to have visitations!
That one can qualify as shared and welcomed ones.
Unless...
A séance is being conducted?
And if that's the case...
Any and everything then can be claimed,
As validation!
Even someone experiencing communication,
For the first time.
Possibilities do happen and can exist!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Was Nothing....
orally fixated said he
to the two handsome men aboard that boat
going to an island
where paradise is rumored
on the other side
is a young man and a young woman
too in love
they were holding hands
throughout the trip
her head resting on his
chest
the sound of the boat is insistent
slashing the sea
into a slit of foam and bubble
i was alone, spying on every human aspect
of the trip
to that rumored paradise
they all look at me
thinking that i must be weird or cruel
not having with me anyone
i do not mind
i am on this curious trip to that rumored paradise
spying on every one who is on that boat
i am the spectator
taking notes inside my mind
humanity is mixed nuts
and i am enjoying it
now orally fixated on every one
aboard that boat that shall take us to that rumored paradise
when we arrive there
it was nothing.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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No One Hears Or Understands It
I am sharing what I have.
I do not own it.
Even if I did...
And should stop paying taxes,
To feed the greed of leechers.
It would be taken away!
Confiscated.
Or foreclosed...
To soften the interpretation,
Of legalized thief!
I am sharing what I have with you.
I do not own it.
I never claimed I did!
And once I share this with you...
You own it too!
It is between our ears.
And no one hears or understands it,
The way we do!
And the process of collective thought...
Chills and frightens the demon,
Now finding ways to stop it!
So disconnected are their souls.
So detached are they from true feeling!
But they will come to claim their pain!
Since that will be the only thing left...
They can indentify to the inflictions,
Implemented with delight...
They came to know!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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He Is Asking What To Do When The Love Is Gone?
over a bottle of beer on top of his loquacious spirit
he is asking me: what to do when love is gone?
i throw back the question to him: what did you do when love was there?
and he says, he was in high spirits, he did all the thing he thought he cannot do
he grew flowers in the garden he painted the house anew
with white and blue and red and yellow
he laughed so well and claimed he was so happy
he loved so well and claimed he was in bliss
and so now that love is gone, i must tell him
just do the usual things when love was once there
there is nothing to lose, except that love that you have taken for granted
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Close To Greatness
at one stage in my life
I met a man who claimed to have
visited Pound at St. Elizabeths.
then I met a woman who not only
claimed to have visited
E.P.
but also to have made love
to him—she even showed
me
certain sections in the
Cantos
where Ezra was supposed to have
mentioned
her.
so there was this man and
this woman
and the woman told me
that Pound had never
mentioned a visit from this
man
and the man claimed that the
lady had had nothing to do
with the
master
that she was a
charlatan
and since I wasn't a
Poundian scholar
I didn't know who to
believe
but one thing I do
know: when a man is
living
many claim relationships
that are hardly
so
and after he dies, well,
then it's everybody's
party.
my guess is that Pound
knew neither the lady or the
gentleman
or if he knew
one
or if he knew
both
it was a shameful waste of
madhouse
time.
poem by Charles Bukowski
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Barack Obama
It is claimed he is inexperienced.
It is claimed he is too young.
It is claimed he is of mixed heritage.
And his mother is white...
And his father is a native African son!
It is claimed he is intelligent.
A good father.
A husband with a black mate.
It is claimed he is honest.
It is claimed he is degreed.
It is claimed people love him.
And he is a Harvard graduate?
I 'hope' like hell these are not allegations...
Because he is perfect to lead this swill,
Out of the cesspool of sewage
That has been seeping for decades!
What is his name?
'Oh-Bula, Oh Bumba, OBala, Oh...?
Baracka...Bolaka?
Barack Obama!
Yes.
That's it I think!
I don't know exactly.
But someone from those Star Wars movies!
Your Majesty...
I believe our prayers will be answered.
He 'reeks' with truth.
You have to see it for yourself.
It's incredible.
AND...
He has the gall to have published,
For all...
His flaws and blemishes! '
OH REALLY?
You're kidding!
Someone affliated
With those George Lucas
And Steven Spielberg productions?
Someone appearing before us,
Without hidden agendas...
OR seductions?
Yes, yes!
Send him in immediately.
He is the 'chosen' One!
He will lead this 'Federation'!
Play the theme upon his entrance.
I want him to feel he has found a home!
We've got to 'sell' our new mission,
To the people.
They have been hungry for this guy!
Send him right in!
I can not believe this!
Someone who dares to expose himself...
Without disguise?
Send that guy in here.
Immediately!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Experience which was once claimed by the aged is now claimed exclusively by the young.
quote by Gilbert K. Chesterton
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It Floats As Well
You believed I was too 'deep'?
With a depthness you claimed,
You were too shallow to follow?
Here,
Take this!
'What is that? '
That's a life-preserver!
You will need no explanation.
The time draws near.
And it will become crystal clear,
How to use it!
And what to do!
'Oh Yeah...?
Row away!
You look foolish...
With those wheels on that boat! '
I may!
I agree.
It floats as well.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Finders Keepers for Friend Thad
I have just caught a passing thought.
I wrote it down in black and white,
it was a stray I had the right
I’ve not seen one like this before
A random thought, original.
It is not often that you see
a brand new thought that’s flying free.
I claimed it which is typical,
I caught it by pure accident
it was not something I had planned.
I am quite sure you’ll understand
I’m following a precedent
which was established long ago.
Finders are keepers as you know.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Well, it's because I gladly acknowledge some ideas that are part of process theology, but which I think are not tied to all the details of process thought, and are very illuminating and helpful.
quote by John Polkinghorne
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I'm not claiming divinity. I've never claimed purity of soul. I've never claimed to have the answers to life. I only put out songs and answer questions as honestly as I can... But I still believe in peace, love and understanding.
quote by John Lennon
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Disheartening
My hopes get shut down, I walk away,
I guess I had better things to do that day.
Then hear another made up story from you,
another song and dance that isn't true.
Enough is enough, I got tired of your games,
for you thought you had it your own way
things don't always stay the same.
I'm not as dumb as you thought you claimed.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Quieted Lips
At one time,
He was rumored to be unqualified.
Not only is he qualified...
He puts others to shame.
With an intelligence,
They can not pay for...
Or claim.
And the more he and his name is known...
Many show,
They can not bow their heads
Low enough!
We are in the presence,
Of a high intelligence.
And this experience has quieted lips.
With the acceptance of those,
Who are aware of his higher consciousness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Losing My Mind
“I think...”
I thought
but I had no sooner
thought the thought
than it claimed
independence from me.
“Thought is free! ”
it shouted in ringing Shakespearean tones.
I acted
at once
imprisoned it
in some deep dank dark dungeon
at the back of my mind
knowing that
if it succeeded
in seceding from me
& gained autonomy
that other thoughts
would come
(one upon one)
until they eclipsed
me in a wink
think me
out of existence.
I put down
the rebellion
with extreme
prejudice
but now find
I have inaugurated
Guerrilla warfare
as thoughts
snipe at me
blow up the bridges
of consciousness
that I think
into being.
I feel myself
weakening
and fear becoming
a prisoner
in my own
mind
kept in chains
(mentally speaking)
by the Thought
Police
and what
I am
thinking
of trying not to
think.
poem by Dónall Dempsey
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Being Part Of and Within That Mixture Fixed
I can be that piece that fits.
But something tells me,
You wouldn't be able to handle it.
To depend on my thought process,
Would shock and set you back.
I laugh sometimes at your perceptions.
And what you've been fed,
To believe I am like 'that'.
I can be that piece that fits.
But something tells me,
You wouldn't be able to handle it.
To depend on my thought process,
Would shock and set you back.
I laugh sometimes at your perceptions.
And what you've been fed,
To believe I am like 'that'.
I admit as I sit,
Observing this to witness.
I am not bothered...
Being part of,
And within that mixture fixed.
I would say I am more amused,
Than anything else by this!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nothing Is More Beautiful
You and I and others too,
Are truly the 'victims' of our own thought process.
IF we change and eliminate
That which we do not wish to have in our lives...
We must not dwell on that which we do not have!
Putting emphasis on that...
Attracts it.
Nothing is more beautiful
Than the realization we can obtain and sustain love.
Just by thought...
Broadening our appreciation,
And escaping from deprivation!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dragged Behind Them In Sacks
It is difficult to accept,
A restructuring of beliefs.
Especially when those beliefs,
Were thought to be cemented...
In concrete.
But the crumbling of foundations,
As seen are no longer rumored.
And the ones once reprimanded,
By pointing out their observations...
Seem not to be the ones running,
Seeking to find safe shelter...
To protect their pretentions.
Or denials dragged behind them in sacks,
As kept evidence of their loyalty and devotion.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Embarrassing Predicament
If everything had been given to him,
As has been rumored and believed.
Where did he obtain that work ethic from?
And how was that achieved?
'That is what has been given to him.
And that is what folks unbelieving,
Can not conceive.
Although that is clearly seen! '
But if he is the lazy one...
What have the others done?
'Good question.
Perhaps that is why they remain in hiding.
There is nothing like the exposure of full disclosure.
Or the silence heard from one producing.
Unseduced by rumors, innuendo or slander.'
Or an embarrassing predicament,
Experienced by fools with minds confused.
Who still find excuses to meander.
'Either way.
He gets done what he does,
With very little to say.
He needs to be teaching that.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whyd You Lie To Me
Why did you lie to me?
Cant be trusted, good for nothing type of brother
Everything you claimed to be was a lie, lie
Why did you lie to me?
Youve been creepin, sneekin, sleepin with another
Messed up, its time to leave, so bye, bye
Used to treat me like a queen
Said I was your everything
Promised me that you would never cheat, on me
But I found a number on the floor
And I wont take it no more
Baby it feels so crazy thinkin youd be true to me, yeah
(tell me baby) did you really think?
(I would maybe) I turn the other cheak and
(and let you play me) I thought you were different but your like the rest its true
Why did you lie to me?
Cant be trusted, good for nothing type of brother
Everything you claimed to be was a lie, lie
Why did you lie to me?
Youve been creepin, sneekin, sleepin with another
Messed up, its time to leave, so bye, bye
Yeah
Ooh, last time you played me like a fool
Now its time I loose my cool
Aint no way youll ever get another chance
Why did you just claimed to be so true
When I gave my world to you
All you wanna do is hang on the edge of the line
(tell me baby) did you really think?
(I would maybe) I turn the other cheak and
(and let you play me) ooh, but I flipped it all for you
(why did you lie to me? ) uh
Cant be trusted, good for nothing type of brother
Everything you claimed to be (was a lie, lie) it was a lie, lie yeah
(why did you lie to me? ) ooooh oooh
Youve been creepin, (sneekin, sleepin with another) hey yeah ooh
(messed up, its time to leave), so bye, bye
(tell me baby) did you really think?
(I would maybe) I turn the other cheak and
(and let you play me) ooh, but I flipped it all for you
(whyd you... lie to me) aah haa
(whyd you... lie to me) oooh oooh ooh oh
(whyd you, whyd you, whyd you, whyd you lie to me)
Whyd you... lie to me
(whyd you, whyd you, whyd you, whyd you lie to me)
(whyd you... lie to me) whyd you lie to me
Why did you lie to me?
Cant be trusted, good for nothing type of brother
Everything you claimed to be was a lie, lie
Why did you lie to me?
Youve been creepin, sneekin, sleepin with another
Messed up, its time to leave, so bye, bye, yeah
(why did you lie to me? ) you didnt have to lie
(cant be trusted, good for nothing type of brother)
(everything you claimed to be was a lie, lie) ever claimed, it was a lie, lie, yeah
(why did you lie to me? ) ooooh ooh
(youve been creepin, sneekin, sleepin with another) youve been creepin... with another
(messed up, its time to leave, so bye, bye, yeah) so, you messed up, you messed up with me
(why did you lie to me? ) dont leave me
(cant be trusted, good for nothing type of brother) whooo ooooh ooh
Everything you claimed to be was a lie, lie
(why did you lie to me? ) whoooo
Youve been creepin, sneekin, sleepin with another
(messed up, its time to leave, so bye, bye) so bye, bye bye
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With Their Depthness Of Such Knowledge
We should all feel blessed,
To know there are those amongst us...
Who know exactly the way,
We should all live our lives...
By sharing their insights of correctness.
And their tempers flared prematurely will then cool,
With the comprehension and understanding...
They are willing in patience to prevent anguish.
We should all feel blessed,
To know there are those with direct contact...
With God and the understanding of God's wishes.
And perhaps one day those who lead us,
Into wars to battle over self interests 'consciously'...
Will heal the ones wounded with pain and sorrows,
With their depthness of such knowledge claimed...
To end every conflict they have intentionally started.
Let us all pray that one day,
Their interpretations will awaken them to match...
Their ideals.
To then produce a true peace that today,
Seems so elusive to evade common sense.
And the purpose for it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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