Disaster Sprees
For the moment at least,
It looks as if there's been a freeze,
On leaders who speak of peace
While shopping around to spread,
Disaster sprees.
People have grown tired
Of pointing fingers at foes,
And revealing new enemies...
When everyone seems to be one of those!
With hidden agendas becoming more exposed...
No one can be blamed for appearing less composed.
Especially when it's discovered
Who we now watch eating 'crow'! !
As millions who followed a piper they believed...
Would lead them UP to the light,
To a freedom they can see!
Not DOWN a dismal deadend road!
Too dark to return for him to recompose!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Will Come To Know The Obvious
Why is that crowd over there...
Backed up into a corner.
Bickering.
AND pointing fingers at one another?
'Well...
As the story goes...
They had been the movers and shakers.
Determined many years ago,
That they would advance themselves...
By chosing people to depict as their enemies.'
Enemies?
'Yep!
As the story goes.
Now they have become a fixture around here,
As a reference to those days long gone.
And also...
Folks come from all over the globe,
To be entertained by their shananigans.'
That's amusing and quite interesting.
What has happened to those,
They once had depicted as their enemies?
Do you see the people walking up and down the street freely,
Appearing as happily and unconcerned as if nothing...
But the doing as they wish,
Is their utmost priority?
'No...
Don't tell me.
They are not the ones that had been depicted as enemies? '
Okay.
I wont tell you.
However...
If you prolong you visit,
You will come to know the obvious for yourself.
And they unconsciously,
Backed themselves up into that corner.
And everyday they return to the same place...
To argue about their version of unity,
And what is good for the community.
'Aren't their tactics a bit outdated? '
Sssshhh.
Someone will hear you.
And we've become quite satisfiied,
With the keeping of things...
Just the way they are.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Every Way!
how many people are blind?
how many people are deaf?
how many by choice?
perhaps you still have jobs,
homes, food to eat, medical care.
perhaps you have investments,
a way to retire....
perhaps your family is happy,
and well taken care of...
i hope so for you!
millions of people hurting,
millions in need...
millions of children hungry,
millions who cant get an education.
millions enslaved by poverty,
millions left alone....
people with faces and names.
all of these are normal people.
whatever their language, their religion,
their sexual orientation.
all of these are people just like you.
and many of these have families,
just like you!
is it their fault they're victims?
perhaps they've worked their whole lives.
male, female, young, old.....
all people,
with mothers and fathers....
all people....
and no, America is not free.
the news we watch is tainted.
the truth is hidden from us.
killing people around the world
does not make us free....
books are being banned and burned,
prejudice and discrimination are rampant.
we have forgotten we are responsible for each other,
we have forgotten we are all immigrants here.
there are no illegal people,
all people are just people.
freedom demands equality,
in every way!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Broad and The Narrow
When Christ started The Church He made things quite simple and clear,
However many are following Religious Leaders into ambiguity I fear.
Christ came to give us freedom through the Cross-of Salvation,
However many are following Religious Leaders on roads of damnation.
Christ told the early disciples of only one road in which to follow,
But today Religious Leaders try to make His words vain and hollow.
The only road is a narrow one, and you enter through a narrow gate,
This Truth is despised by Religious Leaders, who proclaim it is hate.
While very few find this road that leads to the only Resurrection,
A broader road is being paved by Religious Leaders to destruction.
It’s easy to get on this road through a wide gate and many are on it,
Being lead by Religious Leaders who Christ warned are false prophets.
They come to you in sheep’s clothing and appear to be pure and good,
But inwardly these Religious Leaders are darkened ferocious wolves.
In the end many will abandon the faith to follow hypocritical liars,
Lead by Religious Leaders with morals that were seared with an iron.
When you stand before The Lord, it’s only His words you will hear,
You can follow these Religious Leaders or The Lord with Holy Fear.
Will He say “Away from me” as you chose to be wicked and irreverent?
Or will you hear Him say, “Well done My fine and faithful servant”?
(Copyright © 07/2002)
TIMID SILENT FIXATION May 9th 2011
Our overpaid politicians will arrange a commission,
They feel their high pay is too low and they need an addition,
The weakness in our system is our lack of participation,
Most constituents have this timid silent fixation.
Canadians should have the ability to bring about change,
Binding referendums and death with dignity is not strange,
But the appointed Supreme Court and the Senate are opposed,
And their hidden motives and agendas are never exposed.
We need strong leaders, who can see a kilometer down the road,
Not nitwits afraid to read the writing on the wall and decode,
Because you know and I know that we need to bring about some change,
We only need to sit down and talk and write and rearrange.
poem by James Bredin
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Ears Are Closed
There is one basic problem that sits between them.
They all have been conditioned to believe,
Each one of them were born to lead.
And no one perceives a listening should be done.
Where the foundation,
Of true leadership begins for anyone.
That is why what's going on can not be fixed.
Those involve desire to captain their own ship.
And ears are clearly plugged to be closed
While those of flapping lips persist...
The resolving of their started problems,
Should lay on someone's shoulders.
But not on theirs to take the risk.
'You should be blamed for this! '
No.
You should be blamed for this!
'No.
You should be blamed for this! '
No.
You should be blamed for this!
*EVERYONE SING:
You should be blamed for this,
No.
You should be blamed for this,
No.
You should be,
You should be...
You should be blamed for this!
You should be blamed for this,
No.
You should be blamed for this,
No.
You should be,
You should be...
You should be blamed for this!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In the Dark I Stand Alone
In the dark I stand alone
In the dark I think of home
I think of him in the dark
I think of our past love in the dark
I believed in him to lead me to the light
But here I am in the dark
In the dark I stand alone
For every tear i shed, he took a piece of light
With every piece of light he took my soul
I loved this him, but he would never return my love
In the dark I stand alone
Even the hurt can not keep me away
I still fight to be in his arms
In the dark I stand alone
In the dark I think of home
poem by Racheal Lequeth
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What Is Love
Is love like an autumn leave that floats upon the breeze?
Lands once or twice and stays for but a moment.
Are loves fleeting thoughts glimpses of what might be?
Many paths to choose but which is the one?
Do they all lead to the same beautiful end?
Darkness and light, the abyss dismal and dank.
Lift thyself up and reach for the heavens.
But if love does float and land and stays a while.
What then? Could it last a lifetime? Or perhaps two?
Does the soul love, feel and remember after each rebirth?
Perhaps loves flame burns for an eternity.
Or maybe the burning of the light creates a dark desire.
Do the twain remain eternal throughout existance?
Seeking out the other whatever the price.
Walk through the tunnel of light together.
And meet on the far side... A love that shall never die...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Lost In The Darkness
I look out the window
The Window of my soul
The outside is full of
Laughter,
Children Playing,
Sunny Days,
Shopping Sprees,
Then I must return..
Return
To the darkness
I go back to tears,
The Pain,
And the torture
That lies within
poem by Ashley Woodard
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No Hidden Agendas
There are no hidden agendas
in my writings or my life.
No subliminal messages
I feel I have to get through.
My life is too much an open book
with the good and bad I have done
and my writing speaks for itself,
mainly simple and full of fun.
Life is too short to go without trust
with both friends you can and cannot see.
I am not a very clever man,
but someone who is simple and honest
and the things I write are based on the same principal.
I do not lie to those I can see
and I do not lie to those I cannot.
If someone wants to hurt me
and destroy the trust I have in them,
they can do that so very easily.
However, what will they gain from that?
Probably only the loss of a very beloved friend.
I have no hidden agendas
within anything I do
and the only person I ever hurt at times is only ever me.
I am sometimes too trusting
with everyone who comes my way
with friends seen and unseen.
I always want to believe they are as open as me,
and have no hidden agendas
and are only out to deceive.
Sadly, in some cases, they are
and I admit that I have been hurt now and then.
We do not really know anyone,
but hope they are as honest as we,
with no hidden agendas tucked up their sleeve.
22 February 2009
poem by David Harris
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Neither Are Around To Be Found
When it is discovered,
Not to be what it is.
Or what one has thought it to be...
Why is there a place for it sought?
Why is it accepted,
With a patience to have beliefs change.
And if beliefs can be changed with patience...
Why is it claimed neither are around to be found.
It is close to one's seeking for peace.
People kill to make it happen.
With a spending of millions to get it.
Only to go bankrupt financially and morally.
When peace is free!
And when something is free...
People automatically become suspicious of it.
But can be deceived they have enemies,
To ultimately pay the price...
For finding a place for it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In the dark
I am on the darkest street,
Left alone to find my way out,
All steps are trodden in black,
Taking the thoughts into visible light.
I will take the narrow road,
Leading to where I want to go,
If the road I take is too dark and old,
Then I will take the new and walk slow.
If I can hardly see where to walk,
And go where the winding streets go,
I will watch for the white chalk,
Piercing the dark like an arrow.
Although the sun is bright,
In the dark abyss secret motive lies,
Hidden causes not found out,
Remained as unsolved mysteries.
For if the road we take is the darkest way,
Better tread softly until the light awake,
And the darkness goes away,
Taken from all the troubles we make.
poem by Gerry Legister
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Butterfly
VERSE 1
When you love someone so deeply
They become your life
It's easy to succumb to overwhelming fears inside
Blindly I imaged I could
Keep you under glass
Now I understand to hold you
I must open my hands
And watch you rise
CHORUS 1
Spread your wings and prepare to fly
For you have become a butterfly
Fly abandonedly into the sun
If you should return to me
We truly were meant to be
So spread your wings and fly
Butterfly
VERSE 2
I have learned that beauty
Has to flourish in the light
Wild horses run unbridled
Or their spirit dies
You have given me the courage
To be all that I can
And truly feel your heart will
Lead you back to me when you're
Ready to land
CHORUS 2
Spread your wings and prepare to fly
For you have become a butterfly
Fly abandonedly into the sun
If you should return to me
We truly were meant to be
So spread your wings and fly
Butterfly
BRIDGE
I can't pretend these tears
Aren't over flowing steadily
I can't prevent this hurt from
Almost overtaking me
But I will stand and say goodbye
For you'll never be mine
Until you know the way it feels to fly
CHORUS 3
Spread your wings and prepare to fly
For you have become a butterfly
Fly abandonedly into the sun
If you should return to me
We truly were meant to be
So spread your wings and fly
Butterfly
CHORUS 4
Spread your wings and prepare to fly
For you have become a butterfly
Fly abandonedly into the sun
If you should return to me
We truly were meant to be
So spread your wings and fly
Butterfly
So flutter through the sky
Butterfly
Spread your wings and fly
Butterfly
song performed by by Mariah Carey from Butterfly
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Fly Away
Verse 1
When you love someone so deeply
They become your life
Its easy to succumb to overwhelming fears inside
Blindly I imaged I could
Keep you under glass
Now I understand to hold you
I must open my hands
And watch you rise
Chorus 1
Spread your wings and prepare to fly
For you have become a butterfly
Fly abandonedly into the sun
If you should return to me
We truly were ment to be
So spread your wings and fly
Butterfly
Verse 2
I have learned that beauty
Has to flourish in the light
Wild horses run unbridled
Or their spirit dies
You have given me the courage
To be all that I can
And truly feel your heart will
Lead you back to me when youre
Ready to land
Chorus 2
Spread your wings and prepare to fly
For you have become a butterfly
Fly abandonedly into the sun
If you should return to me
We truly were ment to be
So spread your wings and fly
Butterfly
Bridge
I cant pretend these tears
Arent over flowing steadily
I cant prevent this hurt from
Almost overtaking me
But will stand and say goodbye
For youll never be mine
Until you know the way it feels to fly
Chorus 3
Spread your wings and prepare to fly
For you have become a butterfly
Fly abandonedly into the sun
If you should return to me
We truly were ment to be
So spread your wings and fly
Butterfly
Chorus 4
Spread your wings and prepare to fly
For you have become a butterfly
Fly abandonedly into the sun
If you should return to me
We truly were ment to be
So spread your wings and fly
Butterfly
So flutter through the sky
Butterfly
Spread your wings and fly
Butterfly
song performed by by Mariah Carey
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Enemies of the Peace
Enemies of the peace
Are not consecrating the life
Tampering with the nature
Crucifying the childhood
On the sidewalks
Burying the chastity
In the brothels
Killing the light
Before coming the dark
Enemies of the peace
Adoring the wars
Kissing the poverty
Dreaming with the famines
Clapping for catastrophes
Destroying everything
Schools
Hospitals
Synagogues
Churches
Mosques
Temples
Enemies of the peace
They want to uproot feelings
To extinguish the flaming longing
In the hearts
And burn the growing yearning
In depths of humans
Enemies of the peace
Robbing the dreams
Jailing the tears
Deforming the colors
Crushing the flowers
Turning off the hope
Enemies of the peace
Not knowing the love
Not appreciating the values
Not believing in the peace
poem by Naji Almurisi
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Thawed From a Deepening Freeze
Oh yes...
I am going to push you to the edge!
I want you stripped of masquerades.
I want charades you parade depleted.
I want much more,
Than substitutions you portray!
Oh yes...
I am going to push you to the edge.
I want that reality you have yet fed!
I want what I know is hidden underneath!
And since you only allow me just sneak peeks...
I want you unmasked!
Release that 'freak' you tease to free!
Oh yes...
I am going to push you to the edge.
Until you realize how foolish your alibis.
And keeping up disguises...
Keeps a freedom enclosed and denied!
Oh yes...
I am going to push you to the edge!
Until you have discovered you have lead...
A falsity frozen,
You need thawed and warmed over...
From a deepening freeze!
You think suitable and enough to please!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Peace Everywhere
Peace, everywhere, peace today!
Peace in lands of scruffy trees and pine,
Peace in lands of olives and wine,
Peace in lands where peaks are white,
Peace in lands where fields are bright.
Peace in lands of oasis and sand,
Peace in lands where people band,
Peace in lands where children play,
Peace in lands where people pray,
Peace in lands in the thick of the fight,
Peace in lands ruled by force and might.
Everywhere, everywhere, peace this day!
Pray that all world leaders lead the way,
Encouraging moral people to stand proud and tall,
No government too great, no nation too small.
poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
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A fair chance
Can that happen ever?
Wars are averted forever
Olive branch in one hand with message of peace
For millions of people to live at ease
Many may doubt and see it as impossible
The wars are imposed and forcible
Slight provocation can engulf entire world
No country can afford to keep the relation in cold
Has world ever witnessed winning of war without fight?
Who would judge our action and emphatically say right?
Can peace be taken as last hope to see the light?
The peace should not be lost out of sight
Yes, mere gesture or process with olive branch is imprcaticable
The impossible result is achieved through and histroy can be tracable
World with the piles of atmoic weapons can’t dare to fight
Only peace with olive branch can lead us and make it alright
There may be threat behind olive branch diplomacy
Still it has increased the peace efforts with frequency
The world doesn’t want misery in the form of another war
We have missed opportunity but still are not very far
With deterrence on one hand and olive branch on another
The blame may be passed on to others
There may still be hidden efforts to defuse
No one may want wart but refuse
Olive branch strategy is right means of persuation
The war is ruled out and is out of question
There may be complete annihilation and destruction
It can succeed with powerful message and instruction
The strongest survive and weakest suffer
The weak surrender and always offer
They play the pawn inpower game
The peace is elluded and can never come
It is the strongest will power that must emerge
The war at no cost must raise head and surge
It is duty of all peace loving people
Weather strong, weak patient or able
The peace has to be given fair trial
No one can dare to offer any denial
It is need of the hour and necessacity
We can prove it with our ability
The world is at the brink of war
The dark clouds appear and are not very far
Evey moment the peace is threatened
The stand of enemy is always hardened
We got to carve out the peace strategy
It can be in form of peace mission with energy
The world leaders too are striving very hard
We must strengthen their hand and look forward
“The peace mus be given a fair chance”
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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What I told you
I will be sad
Having told you everything
Those that I have weighed
And kept
Like my hidden gems
Yet I shall have no regrets
Some words are meant to be spread
And said
To please some lonely hearts
Though they may deceive you sometimes
Like mirrors reflecting mirrors
And you shall have a hard time
Pointing where I am
My words inhabiting
You like ghosts
They may stay inside you for long
Their dark colors
Their own shapes and sizes
Pointed, insistent and sometimes
Conspicuously hurting
You may return them to me
I am waiting and you shall be
Relieved and free
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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44th
I saw my generation
As a glowing sun.
My era and music.
A new start to my life
And death of the old.
Heroes appeared and I hoped
For peace and change
I believed in peace and change.
I was awed by my new leaders
And educated,
By Robert and Martin.
Them, destroyed by fear and ignorance,
Fought for change, but never saw it.
Murder by southern mad dogs.
But change came, not what I was looking for,
Or wanted.
Mans inhumanity to man,
Runaway progress.
No education learnt by past conflicts.
Wars tired me, racism tired me.
Oh God, give us peace,
And let the new shining star
In the new house prevail.
poem by Willow Moon Pearce
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Irom Sharmila, My Daughter
I see people eating
in front of shopping-malls
I see people eating
in front of reality shows
I see people eating
in front of cinema-halls
Only IROM, my daughter,
hematophobic,
hasn't eaten ten years
for only she knowseating
to be homicide
when bread is dipped in read...
poem by Rudra Kinshuk
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