Customized To Personalize
Those who take others for granted,
To advance their own 'advantages'...
With an effective slandering done.
And welcomed by others...
As if this feeding has become a feast.
Will not like what Mother Nature does.
When a return of these activities,
Are customized to personalize...
One's discreet and evil deeds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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EVIL MOTHER...by talile ali
EVIL MOTHER
EVIL MOTHER
BRING US AROUND
EVIL, BROTHER
WHEN SHE GOES DOWN
NEVER CARIN
NEVER SHARIN
NEVER KNOWIN ANYONE
NEVER LOVIN
ALWAYS SHOVIN
NEVER GIVING TO SOMEONE
ALWAYS KNOWING
ALWAYS BLOWING
ALWAYS FUSSING WITH SOMEONE
ALWAYS BLEEDIN
ALWAYS SEEDIN
ALWAYS FEEDING ON THE DUMB
EVIL MOTHER
BRINGIN US ALL DOWN
EVIL, BROTHER
WHEN SHE GOES DOWN
poem by Talile Ali
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Deeds Done For Others
Few have expectations,
To become an effective human.
Many are scavengers seeking to feed.
And deeds done for others,
Is the least of their activities.
Although the capability,
To implant these seeds are there to share.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Caught Up In a Mess
What amazes is the feeding of the greed.
And the heat from the people raging,
That a payback is not needed.
Some say...
Accusations cause sensations deceived.
And we are caught up in a mess,
That is not cost effective.
Well, well...
What amazes is the feeding of the greed.
And the heat from the people raging,
That a payback is not needed.
Some say...
Accusations cause sensations deceived.
And we are caught up in a mess,
That is not cost effective.
Well, well...
We've been affected.
Well, well...
And disconnected.
Well, well...
From a secret kept,
Discreet and much deceiving.
Well, well...
We've been affected.
Well, well...
And disconnected.
Well, well...
From secrets kept,
Now destroying democracy.
What amazes is the feeding of the greed.
And the heat from the people raging,
That a payback is not needed.
Some say...
Accusations cause sensations deceived.
And we are caught up in a mess,
That is not cost effective.
Well, well...
No benefit comes to visit and stay.
And we are turned away,
From those questions we want answered.
Well, well...
We've been affected.
Well, well...
And disconnected.
Well, well...
From secrets kept,
Now destroying democracy.
Well, well...
It just amazes.
Well, well...
More are not crazed.
Well, well...
It seems we're closer,
To those final days.
Well, well...
What amazes is the feeding of the greed.
And the heat from the people raging,
That a payback is not needed.
Some say...
Accusations cause sensations deceived.
And we are caught up in a mess,
That is not cost effective.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gone Unknown By Those Who Feast
Some are born to sow beliefs,
To seed the growth of their feeding.
With a sewing done to aid their flourishing.
Many sit to watch a seeding sown,
To gather from a harvest...
With a feeding of their selfish needs shown.
And those familiar with others,
Misrepresenting the dispersement of their deeds...
Gone unknown by those who feast.
Are the least concern where it is they go,
To sow with a planting of their feet.
With tools provided to allow them to eat,
From 'Whom' bestows those seeds kept to grow.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let Your judgement fall
Dear God, the friends I hold dear from the very begin
do not know the pain I am in,
some may see the life I am leading
as half a sin, unaware of the soul within
and no words can truly reveal
everything that I know, everything that I feel,
the curses on my integrity my name that rages me
without a way to deal with it, a way to heal
and in the half truths and lies
spread by powerful people as a slandering exercise
poison envelops me like weeds
and although my words and deeds denies
the fabricated facts and I have the power
to against the onslaught stand firm like a steel tower,
have the ability to destroy in return, to debase and to degrade
I do not from my responsibilities or the truth cower
but whom am I mere man to declare war on You,
to shatter your church, to destroy it right out of the blue
with the effects of it having world wide ramifications
even if the facts that I have are reliable and true?
As the men assaulting me, slandering me as a dignified cause
are only men and not without faults or above laws
and should be rendering nobler deeds, be following their creed
not like savage beasts have blood on their paws
l’Envoi
and now I leave them in Your hand
and I am not able to understand
how Christian people can act as this
and with the effect of deeds done I stand,
behold me and let Your judgement fall,
Your destruction fall, on one and all
that has smitten me,
every single one, either large or small.
poem by Gert Strydom
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She Is More Than Our Earth Mother
I've loved Mother Nature since I was a boy
And to me she remains as a source of great joy
Her beauty is everywhere all around me
In Nature there's so much to learn of and see
My wonder of her only does seem to grow
Yet little of her ways I do seem to know
Her secrets with human kind she does not share
With the wonders of Nature there's none to compare
I'll say it again I've often said it before
We are Nature's life forms that and nothing more
You who take Nature for granted you have got it all wrong
She is more than our Earth Mother to her we belong
She will live on forever on us a use by date
And her Reaper the one who will decide our fate.
poem by Francis Duggan
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More Than Our Earth Mother
I've loved Mother Nature since I was a boy
And to me she remains as a source of great joy
Her beauty is everywhere all around me
In Nature there's so much to learn of and see
My wonder of her only does seem to grow
Yet little of her ways I do seem to know
Her secrets with human kind she does not share
With the wonders of Nature there's none to compare
I'll say it again I've often said it before
We are Nature's life forms that and nothing more
You who take Nature for granted you have got it all wrong
She is more than our Earth Mother to her we belong
She will live on forever on us a use by date
And her Reaper the one who will decide our fate.
poem by Francis Duggan
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To Infest and Manifest
Why do they glare?
Those who stop to stare...
With a bringing of their gloom,
To pollute environments everywhere.
Do they perceive themselves to be,
Rulers Of Acceptance.
Judges Of Appearances.
Police to guard values and standards...
Molding with age and on the decrease.
Why do they restrict to insist,
Those of ethnic differences...
Should from themselves be distanced quick.
With minds influenced by ignorance,
To infest and manifest.
And they feast upon with feeding misery.
Miseries denying hiding,
Insecurities.
Do they perceive themselves to be,
Rulers Of Acceptance.
Or police to guard what's valued...
Hypocritically!
And they feast upon with feeding misery.
Miseries denying hiding,
Insecurities.
To infest and manifest.
And they feast upon with feeding misery.
Miseries denying hiding,
Insecurities.
To infest and manifest.
And they feast upon with feeding misery.
To infest.
And manifest.
And they feast upon with feeding misery.
To infest.
And manifest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Desensitize As If To Crave Such Whims
The sad and pitiful people.
Sobbing uncontrollably,
After performing repeatedly...
The most hideous of deeds to see.
And pathetically begging as is witnessed,
To be given a forgiveness they get...
Once again.
Over and over without an end.
The sad and pitiful people.
Making a mockery of those who give,
A forgiveness granted and bestowed...
On the ones whose heads should be severed,
And rolled to expose...
The evil that flows from their veins.
But those who forgive are seen scrubbing away,
Any remaining of dismissed stains.
As they comfort those evil to assist and mend,
To return to a doing with a feeling of being cleansed.
Yet emotionally inflicting more pain that begins,
With a testing of the ones...
Becoming more desensitized as if to crave such whims.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reducing Their Associations
There is no time left,
To waste in contemplation.
Or sit in waiting for days to return,
To make the comforting of insecurities...
Welcomed to feast on denials.
These times lived upon us now,
Are for those getting introduced to truth.
And reducing their associations,
From the many still using reliable excuses.
Even though those events that happened,
Just last week protect no one.
None with beliefs...
That the use of outdated info can be used as validation.
That's how needless those stuck in mindsets are.
Depending on pointless explanations to find themselves.
They wish to detail that which has already been understood,
And gone!
There is no time left,
To waste in contemplation.
Or sit in waiting for days to return,
To make the comforting of insecurities...
Welcomed to feast on denials.
That's how needless those stuck in mindsets are.
Depending on pointless explanations to find themselves.
They wish to detail that which has already been understood,
And gone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Getting Bodacious and Less Discreet
The guys lay in secret with misters.
Laying discreeted doing dirty deeds.
Some downlow on hands and knees,
And all bugged out with plugged up mouths.
The guys lay in secret with misters.
None denying they've come out of the closet.
Few denying they now cruise on the streets.
The guys lay in secret with misters.
Some are married and some are not.
Some just started and they like it a lot.
The guys lay in secret with misters.
It may be caused by the economy.
With some feeling weakened,
With effeminate needs.
And some feeling weakened,
With a need to please.
The guys lay in secret with misters.
None denying they've come out of the closet.
Few denying they now cruise on the streets.
The guys lay in secret with misters.
Some are married and some are not.
Some just started and they like it a lot.
The guys lay in secret with misters.
Laying discreeted doing dirty deeds.
Some downlow on hands and knees,
And all bugged out with plugged up mouths.
You know the guys lay in secret with misters.
And getting bodacious and less discreet.
Getting bodacious and less discreet.
You know the guys lay in secret with misters.
And getting bodacious and less discreet.
Getting bodacious and less discreet.
You know the guys lay in secret with misters.
And getting bodacious and less discreet.
Getting bodacious and less discreet.
You know the guys lay in secret with misters.
And getting bodacious and less discreet.
Getting bodacious and less discreet.
You know the guys lay in secret with misters.
And getting bodacious and less discreet.
Getting bodacious and less discreet.
And getting bodacious and less discreet.
Getting bodacious and less discreet.
They're getting bodacious and less discreet.
Getting bodacious and less discreet.
The guys lay in secret with misters.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just Leave Me With Nature
A stranger to any success or renown
And if I should die far south of old Millstreet Town
It will not matter to me then where my bones will lay
Just leave me with Nature and I will be okay
Does not matter if they bury me or to ashes me they burn
From Nature I came and to her I'll return
In immortal Mother Nature so much to admire
And of singing her praises could one ever tire,
The wonders of Nature is an amazing thing
And the praises of Nature with joy we should sing
We are part of Nature it does seem to me
Though many with my thinking may not agree
To your unseen God you may kneel for to pray
But in Mother Nature's bosom your remains will lay.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Act Of Nature
It wonderful
How nature works
The corresponding relationship
Between all creature
One thing happening
Is the outcome of another
Ones ending
Is the beginning of another
That is the act of nature
Like food chain
Each depends on another
Everything has a season
And for a reason
Evil deeds ends hell
But good deeds ends well
For perfection is the spell
Those who tread
This path will excell
The bosom of happiness
Will they dwell
poem by Matt Ancient
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Flock together to defeat Evil
Swarming you from out and in
Rising in all around
Come to advance
To defeat the evil
Possessed in the land
The earth including you
Goes into a pit of darkness
In your own land
While painting black oil
On the justice and humanity
Even in impossibility
The Sky brings thunder
The Sea brings storms
The wind brings cyclones
To be convinced the nature
Realized nature around you
Looking at everything
Till comes the time
If you are not a human being
You can see if you are wise and clam
Then you will be said by nature
Only you can change
Within yourself and around you
If you are ready
If you are ready
Put a side your egoism
Evil covets to creep into that
And you are decayed unknown
So you subject
Remove your old clothes and masks
And flock together to struggle
And to drive away the evil
For the freedom
With humanity and dignity
poem by Udaya R. Tennakoon
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No Weapons Or Wars Won Can Impress
A misunderstanding occurs,
Throughout one's life...
When it is believed they maintain,
A controlling done over others.
And no weapons or wars won can impress.
Mother Nature seems always to find a way,
To display great warmth and intensity of feeling...
When there are those who choose to forget,
The only controlling to be done...
Is when Mother Nature decides to do it.
And...
With a dismantling of everything,
That seems to be suitable and effective.
To prevent 'Her' directive,
As enforced to command.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stop Trying to Find the Logic in Everything
The trouble with people feeding their greed,
And perceiving their feeding to hoard
To be an eternal process,
For themselves to be kept stored.
With no one else to profit from a process,
Not stopped.
Is...
Well,
One day to be revealed as preventable.
Even their selfish deeds must come to an end.
Whether or not...
They believe what has been available,
Has been diminished without the consciousness
Of their active input,
To keep what is missing their responsibilty
To nourish the flourishing that is obviously,
Absent from their purpose.
And those who live just to feed their greed,
Do not realize they place themselves in jeopardy.
Although they are not aware of this
Behind walls of a blocked isolation.
Perceived from a direction of its inception
To be an envied way a life.
Needing at their own expense to protect.
Even if that expense is aided by depending
On the discreet and secret borrowing from others.
'I thought you said 'they' were our enemies?
Them and they and those others? '
Who cares?
What is more important?
Impressing with our pretentions
Or being honest with ourselves?
'None of it makes any sense.'
When did the feeding of one's greed,
Ever made any sense?
Hmmm?
It is a standard that is valued.
We thrive on our pretentions!
Remember that.
Stop trying to find logic in everything.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wonders Of Mother Nature
Mother nature
Oh mother nature
How beautiful and lovely you are
With such a tender loving care
Mother Nature
Ohh! Mother Nature
Our dearest mother nature
Our amazing mother nature
Ohh! Mother Nature
If nature allows can I please ask you a question
As a mother
How come you killed your young?
How come you made your fellow mothers cry?
How come you took away their joy?
You took the only thing that made their lives blossom
You suppose to make life beautiful
Mother Nature you suppose build
But how come you destroyed homes
Mother Nature you suppose to make the world a good place to be in
Yet you have turned the world to be a horrible place
Mother Nature as a mother you suppose to warn your young when the go astray
Not to destroy them
Yet you destroyed and killed them
You suppose to symbolize new beginnings and that there’s always hope
Yet you came and shuttled people’s lives and dreams
poem by Vangile Mtyali
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Fascinated With The Notion
On a daily basis,
Mother Nature is underestimated.
De-valued and unappreciated.
And given little if any respect.
And all that Mother Nature is...
We still take that power that is there,
To eliminate us completely off the scene...
As something Mother Nature will not do.
Although there remains a few of a negligent mindset,
Developing weapons to test to destroy Mother Nature's best...
That have become fascinated with the notion,
Mother Nature can't wait to have them rock her world.
As if 'she' is not prepared to let them have it where it hurts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ignoring The Increase Of Its Presence
In places where evil is kept practiced,
It takes one to find ways...
To ensure it is always distracted.
Approaching evil with righteousness,
Interpreted as giving it empathy...
Will leave one feeding into it.
Being observant to its effects,
Seems to be the best remedy...
In keeping one step ahead of it.
Pretending it does not exist,
Gives evil reason...
To deliver more of it to sit to go undenied.
Evil seems to reside comfortably,
In those places where people try...
Ignoring the increase of its presence.
Approaching evil with righteousness,
Interpreted as giving it empathy...
Will leave one feeding into it,
In those places where evil is kept practiced.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nibbled and Leeched
Many more will make public announcements,
That their deceits kept discreet...
Are no longer secret.
And on decline.
They now find themselves unneeded.
And forced to leave these deceptions behind.
Shocked by their proclamations,
Followers of theirs start to whine.
Since the days for corruption and crime decreases.
Such loyal servitude has produced enough,
Of an effective requirement for the adequate loss of minds!
The ones who struggle to maintain their grip!
But slipping quick,
From this nibbled and leeched lifeline...
Taken for granted!
Leap.
And those of hateful speech,
Release into a fading screech!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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