Commonality
Before posting and observed.
The censors wish to approve every word.
And when it is decided,
By those who perceive themselves...
Judges of taste and high quality.
They then release what others see.
As they step over decadence and filth.
Which is with them a commonality.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Love Forbidden
it is about a love
forbidden
when the two
of us
decided to break
the rules
written in stone
by our
ancestors
we dare
them all
one night
we do not
speak any
word
yet we understand
what we
both want
we both
need it
we wait
for the
mutual release
of feelings
inside us
we release
them like
doves
deep in the night
we are restless
then
we finally
find this
bliss and do
its dictates
like a hidden
code
pre-stitched
in our skins
there is
no word
to describe
it, there is no word that we can utter
we feel justice
is now inside us, there is no regret, there is no feeling
of being wasted
we are inside this dream
and we do no wish waking up again
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Delusions Of Grandeur
You don't care about nothing
So you don't care about love
If you want me to come back
You'd better change
You'd better give up talking about money
Begin thinking of love
If you want me to come back
You'd better change
You'd better change for the better
It cost more than dollars and cents
Take it from me there's - got to be
An end to this decadence
This decadence
You don't care about people
So you don't care about pain
If you want me to come back
You'd better change
You'd better change for the better
Start using some common sense
Take it from me there's - got to be
An end to this decadence
For decadence - is fatal
It's the beginning of the end
In self-defense
I cannot recommend
This decadence
You don't care about real life
You're too distant and strange
If you want me to come back
You'd better change for the better
It may be rather intense
Stop this caprice, you've got to cease
This fin-de-siecle pretence
For decadence - is fatal
It's the beginning of the end
In consequence
I cannot recommend
This decadence
This decadence
This decadence
This decadence
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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How Unappropriate
Chasing mediocrity,
To seek an approval...
Is to deny one's best efforts.
Just because there is a variety of sleaze,
Presented in acceptable decadence...
Does not mean quality is not appreciated.
It just appears that everyone seeks mediocrity.
And those who desire an occasional taste of lowlife,
Do not necessarily welcome this in their homes.
They are the first to announce how unappropriate this is!
And what should be done to monitor such behavior.
As ideas to create new employment situations for themselves.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There was a young sculptor from Thanet
Who's favourite medium was granite;
But everyone booed
At his statue, so rude
That the censors decided to ban it.
(Written Oct 2012)
quote by by John Carter Brown
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Defenselessness Of It Admitted
When I was 'in' innocence,
I allowed curiosity to tease me away from it.
And each step taken,
Led me deeper to feed my unrest.
My innocence became neglected.
And now with memories of it...
I wish the innocence I had,
But left...
Was kept more protected.
And decadence less a taste I tested.
When I was 'in' innocence,
I wish I had recognized its power.
Now I am offended,
By my defenselessness of it admitted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tilted Halos
An esteemed sports figure,
Conducts a news conference...
To reveal his taste for sleaze.
And I turn on my TV,
To see the sleaze marketed.
This sports figure announces,
His cheating filthy ways.
I hear the minister reveal his demons.
And from a pulpit,
He declares he has sinned.
The star of sports,
Has had an assortment of sexual trysts.
He reflects a generation raised up with this.
Sexual pleasures and enhancements to aid...
Are marketed and advertised everywhere these days.
Decadence is as common as a child heard cursing.
People are witnessed disrespecting themselves...
With exposed abandonment.
And yet...
Those self righteous deceiving as hypocrites,
Come together in a collective judgements passed...
To say how appalled they are,
By confessions made...
At a news conference!
And none with their tilted halos...
Have been observed to walk on water!
And none are alarmed...
By a standard of life,
Once said to glisten with quality and values...
That now floats in gutters of swill!
Garbaged as a consciousness accepted!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Step
I looked out of my window, saw a stencil black,
No step. no step.
There were nervous mothers with children crying in the back.
No step. no step.
Someone bought me my ticket, now Im on the wing.
Hope my angels are watching me, do I hear them sing?
No step. no step.
Those afterburners cut in and kicked us high.
No step. no step.
The thin air shimmered, the sun cut through and burned my eye.
No step. no step.
Someone bought me my ticket, now Im on the wing.
Hope my angels are watching me, do I hear them sing?
No step.
No step no step.
No step no step.
No step no step.
Give me a jet stream schooner or a crew-legged goose.
No step. no step.
Im a clear-air jockey when they turn me loose
No step. no step.
Someone bought me my ticket to the captains seat.
Will the shakes soon leave me, will I find my feet?
No step. no step.
No step. no step.
No step.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Release Me
I know that its time for a change
Mmm but when that change comes
Will you still feel the same?
How many times have I tried to turn this love around?
I dont want to give up
But baby its time I had two feet on the ground
Can you release me
Can you release me
Now that youre gone I cant help myself from wondering
Oh, if youd have come down from your high
Would weve been all right?
Release me
Can you release me
Chorus:
Come on baby, come on baby
You knew it was time to just let go
cause we want to be free
But somehow its just not that easy
Come on darlin, hear me darlin
cause youre a waste of time for me
Im trying to make you see
That baby youve just got to release me
Release me
Release me
Im not going back to you anymore
Finally my weakened heart is healing though very slow
So stop coming around my door
cause youre not gonna find
What youre looking for
(chorus)
What is this power youve got on me
What is this power, oh
What is it,what is it
(chorus)
Release me
Will you release me
Ah...release me
Will you release me
song performed by by Wilson Phillips
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Decadence
You don't care about nothing
So you don't care about love
If you want me to come back
You'd better change
You'd better give up talking about money
Begin thinking of love
If you want me to come back
You'd better change
You'd better change for the better
It cost more than dollars and cents
Take it from me there's - got to be
An end to this decadence
This decadence
You don't care about people
So you don't care about pain
If you want me to come back
You'd better change
You'd better change for the better
Start using some common sense
Take it from me there's - got to be
An end to this decadence
For decadence - is fatal
It's the beginning of the end
In self-defense
I cannot recommend
This decadence
You don't care about real life
You're too distant and strange
If you want me to come back
You'd better change for the better
It may be rather intense
Stop this caprice
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys from Disco 2
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Bitter Word
I taste bitterness in my mouth
each time I hear the word war.
It's a taste that's born of compassion
from a word that's been heard before.
Too young they die
not knowing why.
Too young they leave
and as we grieve
I hear that word again.
I spit from the bitter taste of it
and it still won't go away.
It's the same old word that drives me mad
and reminds me every day
that man is pliable in the hands
of ones whose insatiable need
never tastes bitterness in their mouth
from the word or from the deed.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Injection Sites 6 May
It’s obvious we’re going around the bend with injection sites,
Special-interest groups organized and claiming it’s all civil rights,
They claim its harm reduction for those addicted to drugs,
It seems as though they want us to accept these drug addicted thugs?
These sites should be built on a street where the High Court judges live,
Then the quiet suburban area would become much more active,
And the abortion clinics too which were okayed by these judges,
Killing unborn babies but no one is supposed to hold grudges.
There was once a time when ordinary Canadians felt proud,
But now the appointed High Court wants to put us under a cloud,
With drug addicts and pregnant ladies doing their deadly stuff,
Could High Court judges be elected and have we had enough?
May 23rd,2011
poem by James Bredin
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Give Me The Taste,
give me the taste,
give me the taste,
the joy of being with you,
you made me see beauty of you,
Iam not under attack anymore,
I loved that face,
I can see that great taste,
give me love,
more love than these,
alive and living,
we will survive,
we will live and never die,
I can watch them seeing me,
This is the face of a King,
Within me is the living man,
Man that is living,
My human will is not to attack,
But to love the human ability,
Make me perceive the joy of living,
Do not make me be under attack,
Make me see the joy of us loving one another,
By human conscience,
It is my ability to see the fear dyeing,
We are all the lovers of the higher being,
Perceive the joy of living,
That by the grace we are never willing to die,
Time is moving so fast,
All our abilities is to love one another,
All our abilities is to perceive the glorious throne.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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And remember don't high post when you're far from home, and high posting when you're all alone.
Quality Street
Ive seen, so many lovers cry
Lost love, makes me wonder why
Ive found a love, a once in a lifetime love
Angel on high, from heaven so high above
So I thank God for sending me you
I have heard of playing around with numbers
But one is all I need
She cant be beat, she makes me complete
On quality street
I have heard of playing around with numbers
But one is all I need
She cant be beat, she makes me complete
On quality street
I have lived alone, until you came along
And you gave me love
And my dream came true
And God gave me you
I see, the end of the rainbow now
True love, has blessed me somehow
Blessing of love, a once in a lifetime love
Angel on high, from heaven so high above
So I thank God for sending me you
I have heard of playing around with numbers
But one is all I need
She cant be beat, she makes me complete
On quality street
Quality street
On quality street
Quality, quality, quality, quality street
Quality street
On quality street.
song performed by by Van Morrison
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The quality of mercy (conditions apply)
The quality of mercy,
Portia declared,
the quality of mercy is
suspended during the present conflict
the quality of mercy is
not the business of a Minister of Justice
the quality of mercy is
not a matter of individual conscience
the quality of mercy is
too subtle for public discussion
or law
the quality of mercy is
only for Shakespeare and stuff
the quality of mercy is
less stimulating than revenge
the quality of mercy is
no business of yours
the quality of mercy is
no concern of religious authorities
who should stay silent
the quality of mercy is
an outdated concept
the quality of mercy is
nothing to do with forgiveness
or circumstantial evidence
or the remission of sins
the quality of mercy is
no longer a matter of pride
the quality of mercy is
no longer a mark of humanity
the quality of mercy
would be OK if Obama said so
the quality of mercy
is one hell of a hot potato
cooked in oil
the quality of mercy
droppeth as the gentle
dew from heaven
upon a broken fuselage
and it is too much
or too little
for our understanding.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Despised Or Medicated
We do what we need to do,
To get things done.
No one I know has a magic wand,
To pass among anyone.
If you perceive life as chaotic,
It will be as chaotic as you wish.
Whatever you observed to nourish on...
Has been focused upon,
Until you made it exist.
Troubles and struggles of others ignored,
Did not have to find themselves resting...
Comfortably at your door!
Who decided they were yours?
Did you explore the origin of their existence?
Remember...
It was you who turned your back.
You might have made them invisible to view...
However,
Your wish to have them disappear,
Made it clear you were not!
On your door they came to knock.
Whether or not you keep them blocked.
Or despised.
Even medicated...
You can not hide them from your eyes!
The truth that once came to set you free...
Now bleeds within you internally.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Diversity on the bench is critical. As practitioners, you need judges who 'get it!' We need judges who understand what discrimination feels like. We need judges who understand what inequality feels like. We need judges who understand the subtleties of unfair treatment and who are willing to call it out when they see it!
quote by Debbie Wasserman Schultz
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What Price So High Should One Agree To Pay
What price so high should one agree to pay,
That comes to sacrifice one's life away.
What degree of devotion is determined fits,
The giving one does...
With no return to replace any of it.
But remaining one does,
Attached to prove it to exist.
What price so high should one agree to pay,
To satisfy those judgemental.
As if it is known,
What a loyalty takes by those ready to critique.
Those without a discipline,
Or an intgerity instilled within one to keep...
Faithful.
What price so high should one agree to pay,
If the price one continues paying,
Is not to others valued.
Or observed to them to have worth,
With a benefit that visually impresses...
To measure up to the ever changing presence,
Of a quality of life fading from precious standards.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where Is the Relevance?
Where is the relevance?
One once connected and applied,
To a life making more not less sense.
For those who believed...
There was something treasured,
We all had in common.
Where is the relevance?
To the multitude of debates...
Delivered by those 'practicing' their intelligence,
On the shoulders of folks...
With similar tastes,
Now heating collectively...
In an impatience observed,
And without question seen.
And told they must wait in anticipation...
For those in positions of leadership,
To decide the urgency of our fates!
Where is the relevance?
Eyes opened created the decadence.
Few slept through the entertainment done.
No one complained about the feeding of greed.
Or lifestyles that were shared by a choice few.
Not everyone!
So where is that relevance?
The one declared we all share,
But never there.
The relevance of standards and quality,
We all strived to reach!
That relevance lived by a few in exclusivity...
But from the rest of us impeached.
Where is the relevance?
Sought and now called upon all of us to seek!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without A Word Heard To Be Spoken
When someone has been tested,
With each step taken to move forward...
From birth and most of their entire life,
To be judged.
That person becomes aware very early,
Who is or is not basing their opinions...
On the physicality and appearances of things.
To disregard one's efforts to place steps made.
And what each step taken to one taking them means.
To leave the depth of an unexpected thought process,
In time...
To become one's weapon to strengthen one's mind.
With an ability to perceive,
Who deceives.
Without a word heard to be spoken.
Or a superficiality exchanged to go unknown.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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