Damaging Tongues
Pursuing as has been done...
A delight they have taken in destruction.
Those walking on darkened paths...
Character assassinating to undo someone,
With their damaging tongues...
Are the very same ones responsible,
For all that which has to everyone come.
Direct or indirectly.
Label the facts of this as something existing,
As a myth driven by a negativity if you wish.
The proof has been in the pudding.
And has been dished relentlessly and imposed,
By those with nothing but jealousy and intent to circumvent.
As their comments are mentioned through their sickened lips.
And within distance or not...
It isn't easy for one conscious to dismiss the effects of this.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Proof Is In The Pudding
What on Earth is going on with them over there?
'I was approached to give my opinion,
Concerning the world affairs.
And all I said was...
The proof is in the pudding.
The truth in it has been revealed.
And before I knew it,
That's what they began to do.
I'm sure the store owner is thrilled.'
But...
How is the dumping of pudding mixes,
Out into the street...
Connect to your comments made?
'Observe to witness this.
That's all I have to say.
It never ceases to amaze me,
How people re-act to what they hear.'
You don't think they took your figurative comments,
Literally...
Do you?
'Observe to witness this.
That's all I have to say.'
What do you think they are hoping to find?
'Something that reminds them of truth.
Or proof of it.
Who knows? '
I'm not going to say what they are doing is stupid.
'Don't even let that cross your mind.
Just observe it to witness.
The proof is in the pudding.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mind Opening and Not An Eye Closed
Isn't it ironic,
That those comments made yesterday...
About the economy nose diving because of greed,
Were comments mentioned then to have a negativity.
But today...
Those same comments heard,
Are from the mouths and lips...
Of those walking up and down legislative hallways,
In Washington, D.C.
AND ironically...
Those then depicted as mavericks,
Were shunned and isolated.
Today?
People of 'prestige'...
Are announcing their 'maverickness'.
Their intolerance for waste.
And a marketed decadence,
They helped keep in place.
It is all ironic.
But does not astonish...
Those who have a consciousness,
That has been mind opening...
And leaves not an eye to closed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Observed for what It Is
There is one thing about dissension,
And those in positions who continually present it.
Their pretentions of doing away with its effects,
By showing the negative aspects of it kept...
Is at best,
Re-enforcing.
And when this is observed for what it is...
As those caught up in the promoting of its negativity,
It becomes quite clear to me...
The intent.
The intent is to keep those mostly affected...
Emotionally incensed, embittered and bothered.
Although expected they are to be forgiving.
Knowing they have been given free tickets,
To review their disparites staged.
With a marketing to those unconscious well received.
And this is bought, bittened and chewed to digest,
On a daily basis to achieve expected effects that create...
A sickened misguidance of the use of theater space.
And a waste of its resources done...
To impose the manifesting and class structure of ideals.
And if it isn't? What else is it?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Negativity Used
What can be said,
About a force of negativity used...
That has proven itself,
To be a foolish tool observed by all...
As dead as the heads chopped off to fall.
What can be said about integrity?
And the proof that one has it,
Is not a prefabricating of a myth.
Like the choice to use negativity,
Believed by some is a blessing and a gift.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not everything I do is gossip or bedroom. To the contrary, I think that's just an easy label to dismiss me and to dismiss the new medium.
quote by Matt Drudge
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More Couth With Tact Would Benefit
I try not to imply,
With comments to affect...
Those who may be offended,
By what is said believed to be indirect.
And there is 'something' in between lines,
To be found and suspect...
That I have mentioned with comments,
Made less effective because they are not direct.
And not a bush do I beat with dragging feet...
To leave anyone to guess,
What it is I have left to ponder in wonderment.
I do not suffer from a lip that is bitten.
But I do admit,
More couth with tact would benefit my approach.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Your Enabler
I am not existing,
In pretense...
Your insecurities,
I will dismiss.
Nor will I come to understand,
With an acceptance to defend...
At my expense,
It is okay when you display...
Your way of living your life,
Does not get in my way!
I am not existing,
In pretense...
Your insecurities,
I will dismiss.
I am your friend!
Not your enabler to use and offend!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Proof Speaks Louder
The foolish blurt out silly things
Their confined minds fail comprehension
For a famine of Wisdom is revealing
Their limited scope of brain absorption.
Capricious little declarations
Disguised to twist and thus create
A bigoted view, a sheer distortion
Of facts they cannot substantiate.
'Proof of the pudding is in the eating'
Thus the old saying aptly declares
Each time that someone does a reporting
Present the proof - I will always dare!
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Valentine Chameleon
Who be my
valentine?
Even a friend'd
do, Tina
said- but how
dare i think
valentine
if C
who i thought be
my friend asked
me not to
contact her
furthermore
pudding china
rang in her
voice still yet
cold pudding
it was- imagine
cold pudding!
aye but i
glutton on
cold pudding -
hot pudding
scorches my
lips but hoo
this china
i knew not
self-changed
into chalk
ice plaster
and sour milk
hi what do
you want from
me actually?
wish no more
contact C.-
chameleon
poem by Michael Witkowski
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Save Their Flesh
I fear no people other than those facts,
Inner delight arises from nations.
Let lazy ideas spark and direct,
Open them and raise them after all.
Your fear is not like mine,
Lost in delight, your nation is now empty.
May fear design a future for facts,
So let people learn and learn more.
I fear the bodies put on our face,
Ounces of flesh are saved.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CXIX: In Their Eyes
You don't intent to be modest
You don't mean to say those white lies
You just don't want to be judged bad in their eyes
You don't intent to be friendly
You don't mean to chat a long
You just don't want to look ugly in their eyes
You don't intent to be strong
You don't mean to show power
You just don't want to lose control in their eyes
You don't intent to be brave
You don't mean to take the role of hero
You just don't want to appear weak in their eyes
You don't intent to be obedient
You don't mean to do all the orders
You just don't want to be considered a threat in their eyes
You don't intent to be professional
You don't mean to follow the rules
You just don't want to be seen indifferent in their eyes
You don't intent to be kind
You don't mean to give a help
You just don't want to raise suspiciousness in their eyes
You don't intent to be generous
You don't mean to be involved in any relation
You just don't want to be outsider in their eyes
You don't intent to be honest
You don't mean to tell the truth
You just don't want to be the one who should be responsible in their eyes
You don't intent to be forgiving
You don't mean to forget every mistake
You just don't want to be called cruel in their eyes
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Man Is Foolish
The human mind works on three tiers
With upper, middle and lower levels
As the conscious mind, the subconscious
And the unconscious respectively.
While the conscious mind is voluntary,
The subconscious and the unconscious
Are autonomous and automatic.
The conscious mind is to one's awareness.
The subconscious colours the conscious mind
And the unconscious is independent.
Sexual overtone in the subconscious
Will impact the external behaviors.
The subconscious is the reservoir of
Lust, jealousy, fear, hatred and revenge.
Bitten by a dog, one is struck with fear,
Which lurks deep inside to fear any dog.
The subconscious and the unconscious
Are responsible for all the actions
Done impulsively or instinctively.
One is helpless to be not foolish.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Proof or no proof
No surnames before or after
Carries the meaning thereafter
A simple label for acknowledgement
Still it may invite many comments
We may add suitable prefix or suffix
It is to cater the feeling mix
All to vapor in time to come
Who else will wait for us to welcome?
We may change the status in times to come
For public consumption and good welcome
It will trouble still the big crisis
You try for futile bid with clear emphasis
Identity or no identity or proof or no proof
We have to remain lone and aloof
No surname or cast given at birth
Human will perish as human after death
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Label me Not
Label me not
because the color
of my skin.
Label me not
whether I'm fat
or thin.
Label me not
because of my
religious belief.
Label me not
whether I'm strong
or weak.
Label me not
because of
my disability.
Label me not
just except me
for me
If you're an ant, and you're walking along across the top of a cup of pudding, you probably have no idea that the only thing between you and disaster is the strength of that pudding skin.
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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Implanted Tragedies
What could be possibly said,
About that which is observed and denied?
When those are exposed to treason imposed...
And yet wish to protect this deception they chose.
It is best to shut and keep one's mouth closed.
Or defamation of character becomes a campaign toast.
But either way...
A stepping on one's toes is desrespectfully displayed.
What could be possibly said,
About what is there and on our streets?
With no direct discussion concerning what disgusts,
Other than what fibered diet is suitable for a regular flush...
That can not be beaten with a cleansing complete.
Without negativity thrusted with more trust,
That erupts!
People feed on corruption as if being fed a treat.
What could be possibly said,
To those addicted to be lead.
And be fed delusions they fight,
To keep in their heads in darkness,
As if glued to ensure this remains inside,
Snug fitting with a tightness instead.
While those who express they could care less,
Yet complain...
Seem to have a desire to inspire this,
As missions to claimed.
Leaving one to wonder,
Why many read the obituaries...
With a priority to see if their names are there.
Or someone they knew,
But never approached to speak to.
By the same folks who declare a devotion,
To communal unity with an ongoing hypocrisy.
What could be possibly said,
About these implanted tragedies.
Without negativity thrusted with more trust,
That erupts!
People feed on corruption as if being fed a treat.
What could be possibly said,
To awaken the dead?
Absolutely nothing!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Creating Any Reaction That Is Wished
The only evidence there is...
Seems to be the lack of it existing.
And that is proof enough,
That what one initiates...
Only has to inspire the desire
To make real what isn't.
Like any emotion...
That begins from mere suggestion.
And anyone who has ever felt,
What has not been seen...
Knows it is better left mentioned,
And described...
To gain the best affect!
Thus creating any reaction that is wished!
Especially in a controlled environment.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our Level Of Responsibility!
our level of responsibility
far deeper than our occasional
stabs at compassion, and truth...
when we sit down to eat, and eat
far more than we need, and throw
the leftovers out... we are
responsible fot the hungry!
when we go to sleep at night, in
houses too big and too plush, we
are responsible for the homeless...
when we drive our SUV's around for
no reason at all, burning excess
gas, we are responsible for the
oil spills...
when we vote people in office,
whose agenda is profit at all costs,
we are responsible for countries
invaded...
when we turn our backs and walk away,
or stick our heads in the sand, we are
responsible for the loss of human rights...
when we allow the banning of books, and
legislation against free speech, we are
responsible for ignorance, and allow
ourselves to be enslaved!
responsible, every thought, every intent,
every action!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Not At All Publicly Gay
Believing to discredit him,
They would expose his sexual preferences...
And doing so would do him in!
But those of a higher consciousness,
Knew the difference between jealousy...
And a character assassination meant!
And the two 'men' pursuing these deeds...
Were often seen together,
Receiving compliments!
But they made it known they were not 'that' way!
They preferred to be 'down low'.
Not at all publicly gay!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For This They Have Reason to Walk Proud
With a loss of communication between them done,
What could be mending without comprehension?
Without that factor!
What understanding is being shared,
If none is allowed to be there?
And how effective have those of negativity been?
I would say they have been remarkably successful.
Wouldn't you?
They have achieved division and distance.
Motivated by envy and jealousy.
And for this they have reason to walk proud!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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