Cleverness You Wish For Me to Taste
Don't try to cuddle up to me...
Enemy I've known.
Don't believe my tolerance for you...
Is a weakness I condone.
You are just not in my vision.
Or on my agenda to address.
I see how you slither with pretentiousness.
To leave me with perceptions,
You have my goodwill to protect.
And I am to perceive you doing this at your best?
Please!
Your amusements do not delay me!
However...
Your deeds have caused me to wisen.
And keep updated versions,
Of a variety of realities!
Don't try to cuddle up to me...
Enemy I've known.
Don't believe my tolerance for you...
Is a weakness I condone.
You are just not in my vision.
Or on my agenda to address.
I see how you slither with pretentiousness.
To leave me with perceptions,
You have my goodwill to protect.
And I am to perceive you doing this at your best?
Please!
Your amusements do not delay me!
However...
Your deeds have caused me to wisen.
And keep updated versions,
Of a variety of realities!
Like these you are trying,
To test on me lately!
To see if I am awake.
For a cleverness you wish for me to taste!
Please!
Your amusements do not delay me!
Your deeds have caused me to wisen.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Puppeteer
Oh master puppeteer
What is it this time.
What's on the agenda today.
Into the fray.
With no delay
Pulling strings that cause so much dismay.
It is still the cost is on our shoulders.
Leader of nothing.
With words of speeches that have no meaning.
They fell for it hook line and sinker.
Now it is time to pull off the shroud.
Show them the monster I really am.
Satan aint got sh! * on him.
Oh master puppeteer
What is it this time.
What's on the agenda today.
Into the fray.
With no delay
Pulling strings that cause so much dismay.
They say we love him.
But it was his false claims and ideas.
Given up as soon as he got in.
A solution to a problem we created.
How come now we feel so jaded.
We were once again manipulated.
Oh master puppeteer
What is it this time.
What's on the agenda today.
Into the fray.
With no delay
Pulling strings that cause so much dismay.
Promise broken, dreams stolen.
All by this man who rides in on a white horse.
He looks promising lets keep him for another term.
Oh where do we sign.
He says there on the dotted lines.
He claims he's the ender of all suffering.
And I say I haven't seen this yet.
I feel so abandon by this master.
Oh master puppeteer
What is it this time.
What's on the agenda today.
Into the fray.
With no delay
Pulling strings that cause so much dismay.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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What Game Show Is This?
Why should I wish to be updated,
To a defective way you approach...
And look at life?
Why should I be constantly reminded,
Those choices you made...
No longer feed your appetite?
Getting your misdeeds out of my sight,
Is nearly impossible these days.
You blocked your own path...
With thoughtlessness.
And for this...
You expect me to delay,
My desire to go my own way?
And for your mistakes...
I should pay?
What game show is this?
And why are you soliciting me to play?
Why should I wish to be updated,
To a defective way you approach...
And look at life?
Why should I be constantly reminded,
Those choices you made...
No longer feed your appetite?
You wish to have your realities filmed!
I am not seeking that kind of attention.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We have learned that terrorist attacks are not caused by the use of strength; they are invited by the perception of weakness. And the surest way to avoid attacks on our own people is to engage the enemy where he lives and plans. We are fighting that enemy in Iraq and Afghanistan today so that we do not meet him again on our own streets, in our own cities.
quote by George W. Bush (7 September 2003)
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Just Do Your Deeds and Be Done With It
Just do your deeds and be done with it.
Why struggle against ignorance...
When the force of it,
Can create powerful setbacks.
Just do your deeds and be done with it.
Without the need to seek attention.
Your deeds done will speak for themselves.
Leave them to do what it is to benefit!
And go.
Those living to fulfill an ego,
Will never understand...
Why their lives lived,
Have less peace in them!
Just do your deeds and be done with it.
That is all The Almighty requires.
And this 'Deity' is the judge of your soul.
No other opinion does The One solicit!
Just do your deeds and be done with it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Released
There is one thing that is certain.
When people begin an association with honesty...
And a flirting with deception from them is dismissed,
To permanently leave.
Those unfamiliar with this uplifting transformation,
With a strength that is received.
Will choose to perceive this show of orderly decency,
As a weakness that depletes a deleting of courage.
Although it is a courage from them that has been released...
To be displayed as a courtesy and respect,
Others accept as a projection...
Of an addiction to weakness they reject.
With chaos and conflict in their minds to protect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Sands Of Time Seem To Speed
No longer do I give freely,
Because I feel from a need I must.
I travel on a road with deeds I take seriously.
Realizing my priorities,
Can become hampered by those I may trust too much.
Distractions can delay,
When childish games played get in the way.
And those with nothing on their agenda but fun...
Find no time to be productive.
Although procrastination they schedule to get done.
And lessons to learn how to waste my time...
I'm glad I did not pass to glorify as I age.
Since the sands of time seem to speed rather quickly,
When one's mind is on accomplishing...
Those goals to achieve with a completion of desired tasks.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I said Don’t Tell Me
Don’t tell me of a world of masterful politicians
Don’t tell me of a world of embattled coalitions
Don’t tell me of a world of the spin doctors slurs
Cannot perceive the blindness as the vision blurs
Don’t tell me of a world of the dominance in hate
Don’t tell me of a world in riches for who last ate
Don’t tell me of a world of trades in bloodied furs
Cannot perceive the blindness as the vision blurs
Do tell me of a world where a heart seeks allures
Do tell me of a world for when tranquillity conquers
Do tell me of a world empowered as rebellion stirs
Cannot perceive the blindness as the vision blurs
Don’t tell me of a world of violent augmentation
Don’t tell me of a world in servitude of aggression
Don’t tell me of a world of pennies before the cures
Cannot perceive the blindness as the vision blurs
Don’t tell me of a world of the lost and the listless
Don’t tell me of a world of a dying disciple so lifeless
Don’t tell me of a world infested by human aggressors
Cannot perceive the blindness as the vision blurs
Do tell me of a world that the politician fought for freedom
Do tell me of a world where we dropp the food not the bomb
Do tell me of a world when making love new life occurs
Cannot perceive the blindness as the vision blurs
Do tell me of a world for grain that fed the thousand starving
Do tell me of a world when a day broke in a child’s laughing
Do tell me of a world where I can drink from purest streams
I can start to perceive though to only make sense in dreams
poem by Vision Ghost
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Enemy Of All
A father is the enemy
When he left unpaid debts
A foolish son is the enemy of
His parents
A beautiful wife is the enemy of
Her husband
A mother with loose character
Is the enemy of her children
A greedy corrupt and notorious king
Is the enemy of the country men
O friend, remember
If you are not doing any good deeds
Beneficial to others you are the enemy
Of your soul and enemy of you
As you are destroying yourself
As your same soul is there in the body of all.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Hug a Tree
When a thrill has lost its excitement...
And others are convinced,
A routine visited makes to them a lot of sense...
Hug a tree!
At least that activity,
Is on no one's agenda.
Approaching life differently,
Reveals new discoveries...
Never to bore one seeking variety.
And the appreciation may return,
A fresh outlook on life.
Hug a tree.
One never knows,
Just how rooted this cuddle goes!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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He Is Not Stressed
Whatever was done,
Had been demeaned and declared as easy.
Back 'then'...
In 'those days' folks can not leave!
Simple were his deeds considered.
Back 'then'...
In 'those days' folks can not leave!
And criticized for his desires,
To obtained success.
Back 'then'...
In 'those days' folks can not leave!
But that was yesterday!
Today...
He is not stressed at all!
Nor overly protective,
Of an investment,
Others made at a loss in pretentiousness.
And again he finds himself,
Blessed to be ahead of the rest!
And sharing a happiness...
For him that has been cost effective!
And those folks back 'then'...
In 'those days' they could not leave,
Are still there!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pain Pain by cedrick dennis
Pain Pain over here pain over there Pain in my heart pain in my soul Pain in my mind Pain in my skin pain in my bones Pain being caused left and right Pain being caused till the heart bleeds red Pain being caused till the skin and bone rip Pain being caused till you break into tears Pain at school Pain at home Pain in my head, pain in my heart Pain in my mind, pain in my soul Pain happening in my sleep Pain happening in my thoughts Pain happening when I’m alone Pain happening in the shower, in my room, in my bed, in my house where I’m all alone Pain happening every hour, every minute, every second of my life Pain caused by anger and hate Pain caused by hurt Pain caused by greed Pain caused by sorrow and depression Pain caused by grief and confusion Pain caused by your family and friends Pain caused by the world Pain caused by people you love Pain driving me crazy Causing me to take pills till it fills up my veins I go to sleep never to wake up and see that light The light that will end my pain for good
poem by Cedrick Dennis
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Tolerance it a tremendous virtue, but the immediate neighbors of tolerance are apathy and weakness.
quote by James Goldsmith
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The Slither
1
slither here and slither their
he slides and glides every where
when he hississ the enemy pissess
with an unsteady zig zizga motion
where ever he goes he makes a comotion
2
slither slither come hither like a snake on his belly he movess
making his trackes on the surface of the moon
he is not an ordinary man this creature
he on the canvass of life paints his own feature
3
slither slither come to me
you are not yet as smart as you could be
respnosible for mans fall from grace
gliding thru the desert at his own pace
your ungainly walk is a silght to behold
you have so many stories which are untold
4
slither slither come hither
as he walks towrds an unknwon path
some times not even taking a bath
lord shivs's mala he becomes
the enemey shudders when he comes
5
slither slither come hither
in day and in night he trods a path unseen
as if for a morning walk he has been
he is the one who persuded eve to eat the fruit
he was involved in adam and eves dimise
he is the symbol of lucifier
6
slither slither come hither
gliding on the hevens gate
he is the one who gave adam the bait
he is the symobl of eveil and distrction
but with out him the biblical stories are incomplete
7
slither slither come hither
his venom so lithal his skin so slippery
it's difficult to hold him as he whisks away
using the night as his shield and armour as his day
8
slither sliter come hither
if you love him he can be your friend
but if you disturb him you just might meet your end
he rests in the shades for a while
moving around only in the dead of night
he will give any enemy a mighty fight
9
slither slithe come hither
some worship him like a demigod
some feed him milk with out a secod thought
he is unpridictable when disturbed
fighting tooth and nail to save his turf
10
slither slither come hither
he adorn the head of madusaa the gorgan woman
who could turn mortals into stone with a single gaze
he moves around in shrubs and maze
they are the interpreters of heavens words on earth
sheeding their skin as if taking a re birth
11
slither slither come hither
symbols of firtility in some cultures they become
some regard them as the symbo ofl wisdom
some say they have aphrodisiac qualities
they are prevelant in evey cultural myth
12
slither slither come hither
walk with me this is no time to dither
constantly the devils companion
you find them in back yards and in holes
people pull them out with pointy poles
if they bite you, you are in trouble
some come with heads that are doublel
come hither come hither my slither....................................
poem by Anuj Tikku
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Narrow Vision Gone
You complicated...
A basicness of life,
We lived.
Whether you had meant it.
It now has been cemented.
And you often found...
A reason to persist,
With this!
Whether you had meant it.
It now has been cemented.
And I feel inside,
It is better just to leave you alone.
With your narrow vision...
Gone!
And I feel inside,
It is better just to leave you alone.
And not condone your moans.
You complicated...
A basicness of life,
We lived.
Whether you had meant it.
It now has been cemented.
And you often found...
A reason to persist,
With this!
And I don't want to listen 'cause...
I feel inside,
It is better just to leave you alone.
And not condone your moans.
I feel inside,
It is better just to leave you alone.
With your narrow vision gone!
Whether you had meant it.
It now has been cemented.
I feel inside,
It is better just to leave you alone.
With your narrow vision gone!
Whether you had meant it.
It now has been cemented.
I feel inside,
It is better just to leave you alone.
With your narrow vision gone!
Whether you had meant it.
It now has been cemented.
Whether you had meant it.
It now has been cemented.
I feel inside,
It is better just to leave you alone.
With your narrow vision gone!
It has been cemented.
With your narrow vision gone!
It has been cemented.
With your narrow vision gone!
It has been cemented.
With your narrow vision gone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Résumé Of Deeds To Be Acknowledged
There are many who wear their affectations,
On their sleeves.
They want others to know,
How an artificial and shallow existence...
Is properly lived and communicated.
While those who could easily afford,
Their affectations with a long list of awards...
They have been presented,
With deeds done they represent.
Are the ones least likely to show,
A prestige upon them that has been bestowed.
'Why do you live the way you do?
And...
Where you do? '
Well...
I wish I can say it was from choice.
But today I will say,
I am blessed to have certain choices made...
Upon me forced.
And happily divorced I am from delusions.
What I've done, did and continue to do,
Has its place.
I am not one to carry around with me,
A résumé of deeds to be acknowledged.
'Oh.
So what about your social status,
And 'standing' in the community? '
As...
What?
'You know...
As one of those shakers and breakers,
Who make things happen.'
For who?
'Why...
You of course.'
And...
I need people like that around me?
To do...
What?
Inspire what I've done?
What I did?
Or what I do?
To motivate a promoting of...
What?
An agenda?
Who's?
It couldn't be mine.
My agenda long ago had been prioritized.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Quiet Hands
Her work worn hands are quiet now.
Something I never thought to see
She used them so industriously
no idleness would she allow.
Except on Sundays, even then
she used her hands to underline.
The tales she told of Holy Men
from the Good Book she thought divine.
Although in fact she could not read
her versions were from memory.
She still held firmly to her creed.
Her brand of Christianity.
Which she expressed practically.
Not words but deeds her chosen way.
In the event of tragedy
she offered help without delay.
She will be missed by everyone
whose life she touched in some small way.
or all the acts of kindness done.
To other people every day
Her work worn hands lie quietly
in prayerful pose upon her breast
As mourners pass respectfully
to say farewell as they think best.
24-Mar-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Out Of The Spotlight And Off The Scene
I don't know why I notice these things,
But it seems as though those with an agenda...
Suffer from a lack of integrity,
And have low self esteem.
Targeted on their priority list,
Are those who make strides and mind their own business.
And the ones who oppose this,
Seem to have time on their hands...
To discredit and undermine,
Those who are motivated with ambitions of some kind.
And behind the minds of those insecure,
Is nothing but to advocate an 'innocent' approach...
To spread a bit of wickedness and initiate hate.
With vocal implications...
To character assassinate those of good deeds,
Who are of goodwill.
Wishing to do for others,
Often kills someone's commitment to fulfill...
Promises made to promote others with abilities,
Because they often are without tremendous egos...
With mindsets placed on the making of dollar bills.
I don't know why I notice these things,
But it seems as though those with an agenda...
Suffer from a lack of integrity,
And have low self esteem.
With a wish to get attention...
That removes another who gets it,
Without intention.
But still there is a wish to get them...
Out of the spotlight and off the scene.
And...
By any evil means necessary!
To diminish, eventually, a credibility....
Jealousy and envy had never earned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Need of a Smothered Cuddle
You seek to establish a shoulder free to weep on.
And those traps may offer comfort to some.
But those accustomed to running...
Are not the bleeders on the sleeve type.
Prepared they are to stumble.
And not afraid to live life without a safety net.
My guess would be you'd feel threatened,
By the expression of weakness...
You perceive is in need of a smothered cuddle.
One that is kept discreet in secret addiction.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When I was working with David Cassidy at the Rio, I made an album of updated versions of some 1970s disco tunes. I had a blast.
quote by Sheena Easton
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I Decided To Be
I am moved by the argument
And would prefer to comment
Not out of any religious concern
But loosing of life in turn
No field is immune from contamination
Daily some exposures are made in this relation
We are supplied with inferior quality
As animals are infested and killed with cruelty
Its minimum use with care is acceptable
Quality assurance can’t be debatable
Apart from compromising the health standards
It is playing with the quality of sub-standards
I belong to a group which believes in non violence
To kill innocent animal is taken as rare incidence
“Live and let others live” is corner stone policy
Not even animals are considered as foe or enemy
We have help line service
You can call it as mercy device
You dial for any accident
They will rush to the sport in a moment
If you are tolerant and patient to human beings
No misery will be caused for anything
This will give you little thought of becoming considerate
You remain with the movement and keep yourself upto date
Your assertion is right when you proclaim
Why to kill animals when we have alternative to claim?
Live stocks are integral part of any system
We must protect and kindly save them
Test once only the vegetarian dish
You will forget the delicious test of fish
Easy to digest and in abundance with variety
Enough of guarantee to protect health with surety
I may not be able to influence
Yet it leaves behind some thought presence
Millions of people live on vegetables
You won’t find place for reserve tables
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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