Conspiracy of Collusions
After actively participating,
In the demise of their own flesh and blood.
With backstabbings, character assassinations...
Rumors and downright lies,
Organizers assigned to promote unity...
And family togetherness,
In communities nationally...
Wonder why there is a dwindling number,
Of those showing interest in advertised festivities.
And they propose conducting surveys,
Once meetings have been established...
To seek funding for research,
And other related matters.
To determine from those affected...
The causes for this 'phenomenon'.
It seems as though they are sure,
It is because of a lack of jobs!
Unavailable affordable housing.
And unqualified teachers in schools...
Where undisciplined children represent,
An upbringing from illiterate homes...
That are socially dysfunctional.
And it has been declared,
These children can not maintain successful futures,
If they can not receive a dynamic education,
Supported by their unfaithful and disrespecting guardians!
WHY have these 'negativities' perpetuated?
When intentions have been prayed over...
In weekly services that are packed in churches on Sunday,
By devoted worshippers seen glorifying their beliefs.
Mysteries like these have been determined to be priorities,
To uncover and solve what has been suggested to be a crisis!
Since many suspect a conspiracy of collusions.
A plot to undermine those of goodwill!
Perhaps they will conclude their findings soon...
Before a mirror exposes a self examination.
And the stares reflected will accept the minds,
That have either snapped, cracked, popped and/or fizzled...
In 'influential' significance.
As perceived by nonbelievers...
Who revere and revel 'themselves'
In pretensed perceptions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Inconclusive Evidence
Statistics evaluated...
Revealed descrepancies,
Between the 'haves' and 'have nots'.
And those providing the exclosures
Could not believe the discoveries.
Although observations of homelessness,
Poverty, joblessness, crime and hunger...
Were declared 'urban' phenonmenons.
And no one conducting the surveys,
Actually knew any those suffering...
By name,
So their findings were deemed inconclusive,
Evidence!
They had to be scrapped for lack of 'facts'.
Further studies were ordered,
Since verification of those experiencing
These 'ordeals'
Could not be produced!
Too many were said 'overacting' their plights!
A 'reality' has not yet been determined!
And additional funding for staffing,
To secure a more definitive...
AND appropriate manifestation,
Had yet produced the required votes...
To mandate a continuance of 'in-field' snooping,
Sought to seek the causes...
And dispel all the rumors,
That may conflict with innuendo!
Therefore...
Who can really say what segment
Of the population is, indeed, being affected?
Name one amongst us who can say,
They truthfully understand...
The nourishment of a mastard sandwich?
The procedure AND implementation!
Hmmm?
Let us not forget 'who' and 'what' we represent!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Home is the first school and mother is the first teacher
Home is the first school and mother is the first teacher
Parents are the builder of children’s characters and minds,
The mother won’t be a fighter but should be a well preacher,
If she is an illiterate she must carry her children to tuition,
Howsoever the mother should educate their children first,
And she should send her children to school daily and regularly,
Teachers are not blamed not to fulfil children’s educational thirst,
Both the parents and teachers should make them the best citizens,
As we can’t work with one hand likewise we can’t walk with one leg,
Hence, parents and teachers are the same faces of the same coin,
If parents and teachers do them careless they suffer in life to beg,
Do well and have well it is said to see your own profit in life or ruin,
That is why parents and teachers are the best artists of the child,
If an art is spoilt the statue of the child looks like an ugly and a wild.
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Trapped Satisfaction
When people thoughtlessly,
Trash their own streets.
And speak from mouths filled,
With garbage...
I don't want to know or wish to discover,
'Where' their minds are at!
Nor do I desire to know 'why'...
They are socially dysfunctional.
These images were purposely invented.
Too many have latched onto a batch of lies.
If this is the life they have chosen to live...
'Some thing' or someone,
Much more influential than me...
Created a reality for them,
They have found acceptable...
To neglect AND defend as if treasured.
I am just grateful to be blessed,
My treasure chest...
Is not packed with that kind of trapped satisfaction.
Or bestowed with delusions I could not undo.
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Children of the World #2
The sun rises, another day dawns.Same
as yesterday.Nothing to look forward to.
Another day of desolation. This must
change.
New priorities must be set. If a peaceful
existence is to be had in this world. It
must start with a new generation of
children.
They need to be up early each morning,
after a well rested night, preparing for
their day. A well balanced breakfast,
prehaps a school uniform for each child.
When purchased in mass quanity, very
affordable.
Off to school each day, being properly
trained.Their agenda, peace is good, war
is bad. There must be a new mind set.
Trained by proper teachers.
Education is the key to peace and harmony.
The better educated our children are, the
more chance peace has to prevail.
One might say this is impossible, however
it is very possible. Invision, the heads
of each goverments taking an interest in
the children. Their agenda every child
will be properly fed, clothed, and
educated. When this happens, a new socity
will emerge.A peaceful co-existence will
happen. These words will ring loud and
clear. 'Come Let Us Reason Together'
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Flexible And Suitable
Your platform!
The one who have chosen to stand on,
With your advocating of issues.
What is the core and basis of its foundation?
'Mostly a thick and sturdy sheet of plexiglass.
Supported strategically,
By a few quick removing cinder blocks.'
And the people whom you wish to leave,
Approve your ability to take and shift...
Your priorities as you please?
'My priorities are as safely placed,
As the plexiglass we have tested for defections.
Making my platform both flexible and suitable,
To represent my beliefs.
And dare I do anyone raise an eyebrow,
To the new flag I will introduce to incorporate the seriousness...
Of my campaign.'
A new flag?
To represent what?
'The firm beliefs I have in morals and family values.
And I have chosen Mickey and Minnie Mouse,
Who are overdue for this prestigeous honor...
To be lifted with their images held high! '
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Ignorized
Many are starving.
More than 'many',
Have lost their dignity and homes.
Jobs are few and for some nonexistent.
Poverty grows.
And those unaccustomed to this,
Are persistently resistent.
But those who are concerned about ratings,
Of TV shows...
And which host draws the most,
Higher advertising gross.
Could care less what billions of dollars misused,
Should consciously address.
Since minds of greed represent those kinds of people.
And they are the ones,
Why this society is in a mess.
People who feed their self centeredness...
Are reasons why a decadence produces so much unrest.
And why those who are 'sane'...
Are made to be perceived as 'liberal' rejects!
Because those who have media control...
Have their minds only on pocketing dollars.
And not known to uplift with goodwill,
The needs of the masses...
To reflect their very best!
Since most TV 'execs' are soul-less leechers!
Fed to consume,
As fast as they can a trash for them...
Free of responsibility.
With only an objective to see ratings soar and zoom!
While they actively participate...
In the crushing of those viewers,
Who keep their pockets full.
As they, the people...
Unwise and ill advised...IGNORIZED!
Head hypnotized by televised lies.
Blinded are their eyes.
And faithfully fated awaiting a programmed doom.
Glued to this twistedness with anticipation and kept fools.
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What Will They Not Be Getting
What will they not be getting,
By attending a public school...
That the students in public schools,
Receive on a daily basis?
How about a quality education?
Supported by the protection,
Of Secret Service personnel.
A 'take-no-prisoners' mother!
Solid and firm!
A doting grandmother...
Who is reminiscent of Madame Butterfly.
And a father who is President,
Of the United States.
Not to underestimate the teachers.
But no one needs to lose a gamble...
That they have been selected and qualified,
To teach.
And not meet in the teacher's lounge,
Planning retirements or complaining...
About the discipline of the children.
An education they will certainly be getting!
One that can be applied,
To ensure a quality of life lived.
For the rest of their lives!
Whether they try or not!
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Yesterday/Tommorrow
.
The silent shadows echo mysteries.
Across the disused nursery floor, a toy
Abandoned long ago by a child lies.
No echoes or mysteries can destroy.
The memories stored in a mothers mind.
Her children went and she was left behind,
To potter round to fill the day.
The big old house which served her family well
Is too big now to cope with on her own
The passing years and dwindling income tell
A story that is now far too well known.
Tomorrow she leaves for a nursing home.
Tomorrow when the children come.
Tuesday,13 March 2012
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Loyal In Commitment and Devoted In Deed
A damage done that has become effective,
May give some a reason to take credit.
Since a belief to keep mentalities,
Incapable of thinking without assistance...
Or appropriate coaching,
Has to be acknowledged as is done.
And...
This is an achievement sought for some,
Who feel it is important to maintain...
A noticeable number of minds shown to be incompetent.
And by doing so ensures them secured employment.
With services rendered in a manner,
That it becomes determined...
Indispensible are those who are loyal in commitment,
And devoted in deed.
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Nothing On The Ground Matters
People wishing to be understood...
As if life itself was created just for them,
To receive that kind of attention from others...
Are deeply self involved.
And there is nothing that will solve that dilemma.
They have been conditioned,
To accept a point of view removed from reflecting life!
Living in the fantasies in their minds.
And not quite accepting that in 'this' existence...
We have overglorified ourselves,
As having a greater significance than anything...
In the cosmos and beyond!
And the truth of the matter is,
From the top of Sears Tower...
Observing what's below?
The first thing that's on someone's mind,
Is how far above they are above such nonsense!
And who or what 'IF' anything at all...
Is walking or crawling on the ground.
And the higher one gets...
Nothing on the ground matters.
Except 'their' feet...
They are hoping to plant on it again,
After that experience!
That's it!
Not who is going through a 'hissy' fit.
Or having a personal self centered crisis!
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Only One Fool Can Occupy One Mind
After surveys taken...
And scavenger hunts conducted,
To asset the length of one's time...
Eventually it will be determined,
Only one fool can occupy one mind at a time.
Extentions willl be granted,
To analyze inconclusive research gathered.
Some deadlines may be missed,
To procure further funding as if something scientific...
Should be scholarly and profoundly documented.
Imbeciles will be solicited.
Assembled and dressed to impress the press.
Or some notable media to address,
The basic of human expressions.
With the best of blinding ambiance.
Obvious failures will continue to be smothered,
By those of opposing values...
Connected by a significance respected.
Tied to the familiarity of an aging political climate.
And yet...
An appetite for this 'crap' begins to sicken the masses.
~Has a higher consciousness,
Revealed an utter stupidity of the nonsense...
On display?
Overnight the mavericks have become elitists!
Wishing nothing to do with 'conformity'.~
After surveys taken...
And scavenger hunts conducted,
To asset the length of one's time...
Eventually it will be determined,
Only one fool can occupy one mind at a time.
However...
Multiple fools of one mindset,
Seems to be less of a phenomenon...
Among those who have been 'selected' to protect,
What some had believed to have been their best interests.
WHEREVER that may be happening.
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Happy Teacher’s Day in India,2010
Teachers teach students to learn;
Teachers show them how to earn;
Teachers guide students to read;
Teachers help them if they need.
Teachers share with pupils, ken;
Teachers show them how to pen;
Teachers train them in most things;
Teachers make them good earthlings!
Teachers mould their character;
Teachers act facilitator;
Teachers are a boon on earth;
Teachers bring students, mirth!
Teachers care for children-wards;
Teachers don’t expect rewards;
Teachers slog throughout life-span;
Teachers make them man / woman.
Teachers are a humble lot;
Teachers make learning, an art;
Teachers perform well their part;
Teachers love students in heart!
Teachers are next to parents;
Teachers are a nation’s wealth;
Teachers make a student great;
Teachers are a must for all.
Revere teachers on this Day;
Thank them truly in some way;
Emulate them, if you may;
‘Give them good health, God’, you pray!
“Happy Teachers’ Day! ”
Most lovingly dedicated to all my teachers,
Living and dead, who made me,
‘What I am, today! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 05-09-2010
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Teacher’s Day in India,2010
Teachers teach students to learn;
Teachers show them how to earn;
Teachers guide students to read;
Teachers help them if they need.
Teachers share with pupils, ken;
Teachers show them how to pen;
Teachers train them in most things;
Teachers make them good earthlings!
Teachers mould their character;
Teachers act facilitator;
Teachers are a boon on earth;
Teachers bring students, mirth!
Teachers care for children-wards;
Teachers don’t expect rewards;
Teachers slog throughout life-span;
Teachers make them man / woman.
Teachers are a humble lot;
Teachers make learning, an art;
Teachers perform well their part;
Teachers love students in heart!
Teachers are next to parents;
Teachers are a nation’s wealth;
Teachers make a student great;
Teachers are a must for all.
Revere teachers on this Day;
Thank them truly in some way;
Emulate them, if you may;
‘Give them good health, God’, you pray!
“Happy Teachers’ Day! ”
Most lovingly dedicated to all my teachers,
Living and dead, who made me,
‘What I am, today! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 05-09-2010
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Cracked
Piped and smacking munchies.
Cracked while passing lit delights.
Strung out to numb...
Any thoughts,
Of making decisions that come!
Relaxed and cracked.
Listening to rap tracks.
Fizzled minds gaining nothing learned!
Burning generations to crispy creatures.
As elders watch...
With wise eyes fixed on their demise,
And realizing much too late...
The tick tocking of a clock that's heard,
Does not wait...
For belated actions to solve their fates,
In debates to delay the doom that awaits.
Or flaws to be corrected in the laws all break!
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Education should be one of our top funding priorities; talking about it does not help the teachers and students who desperately need promises fulfilled.
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Victorious Self Righteousness
They are all equally demented.
Convinced of their own self worth.
Projecting scholarly personas...
With intentions to undermine.
And plot to disguise...
Their own eventual demise.
What they have done together,
Is enough to have them jailed.
It's enough to have them tried for treason.
Their evilness will not prevail.
They used lies to murder, maim and destroy!
All of them are bloodless creatures.
Even snakes are offended,
And have become annoyed!
Anyone believing they have not been deceived...
Only have to look around,
To find themselves not alone...
Willing to allow their own to bleed.
In the belief that following such creatures,
Would lead them to a successful outcome.
To toast a demonicness,
In a victorious self righteousness.
But these are not the days,
For those indulging such a craze to praise!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Who Believe They Are Ageless
The streets are full with aging teenagers.
And those who believe they are ageless!
Irresponsible and socializing their whims.
Those who can not get enough of 'happy hour'...
24/7 and some!
Those are the ones who befriend their children,
With a lack of parenting and a breakdown of discipline!
Those are the ones who confront teachers,
To defend their disrespecting children...
As if that is an honor to show up,
After their offspring have been tossed out!
And those are the ones shouting the loudest.
They can not understand why their children aren't learning!
Those are the ones...
Who do not listen.
But argue their voices aren't being heard!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Can Not Call These Folks Mentally Sick
They can not get enough,
Of being in someone else's business.
And since they evade truth...
They create their own.
With initiated lies they are quick to tell.
Seeped within embellishment,
To entertain anyone listening.
And they wonder why their children...
Occupy jail cells and juvenile detention homes.
These folks are never home,
Building anything on foundations of strength.
They are too busy seeking to destroy and destruct.
And with 'that' they have found success!
Then they campaign to gather loudly...
To strain the ears of anyone,
Who will give them time.
To hear their voices wail and cry!
That a unity is dieing.
And this has been done...
By those trying to keep them divided!
You can not call these folks mentally sick!
Their addictions to this has been historic.
And they take what is said,
To become offended by it!
Debating amongst themselves...
In churches that surround them,
Praying for a fix as they sit...
Dressed in their Sunday best!
And passing out judgements.
It is there to be observed!
In all its franchised splendor.
'I smell a conspiracy! '
As long as you do not satisfy a craving to taste it,
You will be just fine!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Everywhere They Lead
It is clearly evidenced,
As to which minds are demented.
Which egos are adorned by limitation.
And whose priorities have been affected by insecurity.
Poisoned minds are blocking the strides of progress.
With digressive displays of ignorance.
That hampers those of intelligent intentions...
To deal with the postering of idiots!
It is clearly evidenced,
As to which minds are demented.
Which egos are adorned by limitation.
And whose priorities have been affected by insecurity.
Morons like this,
Have titles and positions all over the place.
And everywhere they 'lead'...
There is left unbelievable confusion.
Just to get around their incompetence,
Leaves those with a thought to think...
Doing their best,
Not to prove they can do it!
And...
To keep themselves as far away as possible,
From the mess the mindless have created.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Broken Mirror
My life is almost over; that's a fact
Statistically derived but simply true;
I look into the mirror, but it's cracked
And so reflects two, three, or more, that lack
Cohesion. Which one's goal shall I pursue—
My life is almost over; that's a fact—
In time remaining? Luggage largely packed,
Past boxed and crated, little left to do,
I look into the mirror, but it's cracked
And won't be fixed and always did refract
The one before it into at least two.
My life is almost over; that's a fact,
But life cannot be lived in the abstract
And begs for certainties that it once knew:
I look into the mirror, but it's cracked;
I look away in search of the exact;
Nights melt the shadow shrinking from my view;
I look into the mirror, but it's cracked.
My life is almost over; that's my fact.
poem by David Berman
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