Diversity And Inclusion
Forums held on diversity and inclusion,
Seem to reveal one thing...
There has been a reluctance to admit,
Divisions exist.
And those wishing to address this,
In open forums...
Are trying to make attempts,
To express in an intelligent way...
How best to have everyone accept,
A way of life that should be lived...
Without having discussions,
About respecting others...
And their cultures.
To have forums, receptions...
And invitations sent,
Is still not admitting...
And enforcement of ignorance.
With an indoctrination,
To allow those to still not strip themselves...
Of hidden insecurities,
That keep themselves at a disadvantage.
A forum I would suggest?
How We Messed Up Other People's Lives!
With A Request They Forget How This Was Done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Forum
A forum for lonely people?
What a logical idea?
Would that be a panacea?
But hardly any have adopted it?
Hardly anyone knows why.
A forum for lonely people?
Sounds like a great idea.
Somewhat of an abstract idea.
Most lonely people are too affected to use it.
Some people know why.
A forum for lonely people?
Should societies be having it?
The lonely people would benefit from it.
But there are hardly any such forums,
Who knows why?
poem by Lonely People Champion
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Too Blind In Their Shadiness
Thieves are only as popular,
As the company they keep.
And when they are swine...
They are cookers of their own goose.
But do they know this?
Are they too blind in their shadiness,
To notice?
And those who are focused upon them run.
After discussions of this in selective forums.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Boring Internet Literary Forums
Like me do you find Internet Poetry Forums a bit of a bore
A five minute browse there seems seems enough little more
For me one who is not known to be bright
I do like more humor and less complex subject matter than those who delight
In discussing poets who took life so seriously such as Eliot and Poe
Their legends in death even does seem to grow
And though their poems quite great it does seem fair to say
That their words will not have you laughing all day.
They seldom mention Burns the poet who laughed at life
The children he fathered not all to Jean Armour his wife
Yet he loved all of his offsprings and none of them did disown
'Tis from such a person a true legend has grown.
And they seldom do mention the great Oscar Wilde
For his sexuality by snobbish rednecks reviled
Reading Jail's most famous inmate people like him so rare
As a humorist and writer one beyond compare.
I've just mentioned two great literary names here yet there are many more
Marvellous writers in their works humor to the fore
On internet literary forums their names seldom mentioned if ever at all
Though their humor and pathos worthy of recall.
Though many with what I say here will choose to disagree
The internet literary forums seem boring to me
And though my opinion on them as on many things may seem quite wrong
Five minutes in there for me does seem quite long.
poem by Francis Duggan
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More Who Should Say Less
Of course there are more,
Who should say less.
But given forums,
To address their expressions.
Since their point of views are accepted.
And...
Of course there are those,
Who should say much more.
But they are not the ones,
Willing to confess a protecting of nonsense.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I came away from the forums with a profound concern about the highly addictive and destructive nature of methamphetamine. Families are torn apart, lives are destroyed and treatment is difficult to get.
quote by Greg Walden
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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There Are Those Who Stimulate
There are those who stimulate,
Just by the ignorance of their agitation.
And others seeking attention,
To compensate for their lack of talent...
Will annoy until someone responds.
And still there are some,
Who hate themselves so much...
They seek forums,
To announce their agonies....
With a self infliction,
Too obvious to dismiss.
Even their cries for help,
Seem to irritate.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Explicit material is available in a variety of forums - from popular music to television to the Internet.
quote by Tipper Gore
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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With Their Immature Tantrums
It is admirable!
However...
Isn't it a bit too late,
To take measures to clean up an atmosphere...
Already polluted,
By those who have induced...
A putrid introduction?
Produced by forums,
Where these seducers have inflicted,
With an acceptance solicited!
The very same ones,
Who now claim they have become sick of it!
With their immature tantrums.
To blame someone else,
As the cause of this!
Why not censor the experience of life itself?
Since so many are afraid to live it
Or hear those with expanded values...
Who have encompassed 'all' of God's offerings!
Whether bitter, sweet or indifferent.
But then again...
Some have excelled to insure,
A darkness lived under rocks...
Becomes their next best 'thing'!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm a sexually liberated woman that earned that liberation. I am very proud of the fact that I feel comfortable in certain forums discussing sex.
quote by Gennifer Flowers
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Requiring Scrutiny
A nonthreatening reverence,
Is encouraged with support...
Much quicker.
Without hesitation.
Than those requiring scrutiny.
A process that requires common sense.
With a procedure that connects to thought!
Often solicits debated forums.
To intellectualize in mindless babblings.
By those accustomed to comfort zones,
Set in the limitations of a proud and isolated heritage.
And condoning an ignorance of familiarities shared.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If I Was Here To Impress
Your approach and style,
Seems to have had its benefits...
And advantages.
'I know.
And I find that remarkable.
To sit back and see my influence,
All over the place.
Especially copied by those,
Who didn't know the difference...
Between poetic verse and definition.
Or the rhyming done within prose.'
How do you feel about that?
'My track record speaks for itself.
And besides...
If I was here to impress,
I'd be the first to address that in forums.
To compose with a showing,
The deepness of my sincerity.
To those convinced I offer originality.
And not plagiarized imaginations,
To gain notoriety.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When we have spiritual reading at meals, when we have the rosary at night, when we have study groups, forums, when we go out to distribute literature at meetings, or sell it on the street corners, Christ is there with us.
quote by Dorothy Day
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Declining Forgiveness
We must help those whose lives,
Are stuck in an unchanged past.
It is difficult for them to accept,
The times now out of their grasp.
With embellished insecurities...
Of memories flourished now gone.
Their mentalities are witnessed to be diminishing quick.
And within themselves,
They can not admit...
These times lived today,
Will not continue to permit...
An attention given,
To such stubbornly held sickness...
They have become riddled and sit with!
We must help those whose lives,
Are stuck in an unchanged past.
It is difficult for them to accept,
The times now out of their grasp.
The challenges ahead requires a collective focus,
That has to exist!
To be drained emotionally by someone misfit...
Detaches an empathy!
With a declining forgiveness,
Decaying with it!
And a healing affect,
Will for all go neglected
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Rainbow Never Tells Me
The rainbow never tells me
That gust and storm are by,
Yet is she more convincing
Than Philosophy.
My flowers turn from Forums—
Yet eloquent declare
What Cato couldn't prove me
Except the birds were here!
poem by Emily Dickinson
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Peacocking To Flock Together
There is no apologizing that can be made to me,
For a publizing of my address...
In the heat of one's ignorance later confessed,
And I'm kept a prisoner...
By someone's rush to stupidity expressed.
People are quick to ignite their own storms.
To later admit they were thick-headed and impatient,
And expect a forgiveness for their foolishness...
At someone else's expense they must adorn.
There is no apologizing that can be made to me,
For a publizing of my address...
In the heat of one's ignorance later confessed.
That's capitalized B.S.
Underlined and followed by defined exclamation.
Everyday people step through fields of manure,
Seeking to blame someone for their actions.
With a seeking 'not' to self examine,
The lure of their own temptating ignorance...
Handed down from one generation to the next to ensure.
Everyday people show they can strip respect away.
With a doing of their own as if protected to condone.
No matter what they do to each other shown,
With a peacocking to flock together like misguided birds...
Bearing the same false feathers to flutter as heard.
'What about us? '
~What about it?
We only collectively gather together,
To express our own unified distrust...
We can not seem to elimiate from ourselves,
Or each other. What about 'us'...is there such a thing? ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without Thinking
I had been asked to give my opinion.
And expressed a reluctance to give it.
When my reluctance offended,
I went ahead to give my opinion...
Without thinking I would be challenged,
To defend it.
Or argue my right to express it.
Especially if requested.
That's why with lessons learned today,
I do not accept request to express my thoughts.
Whether they are solicited or not to convey.
With a keeping of my peace of mind addressed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Utopia
we'd gather around all in a room fasten our belts engage in dialogue
we'd all slow down rest without guilt not lie without fear disagree sans judgement
we would stay and respond and expand and include and allow and forgive and
enjoy and evolve and discern and inquire and accept and admit and divulge and
open and reach out and speak up
This is utopia this is my utopia
This is my ideal my end in sight
Utopia this is my utopia
This is my nirvana
My ultimate
we'd open our arms we'd all jump in we'd all coast down into safety nets
we would share and listen and support and welcome be propelled by passion not
invest in outcomes we would breathe and be charmed and amused by difference
be gentle and make room for every emotion
we'd provide forums we'd all speak out we'd all be heard we'd all feel seen
we'd rise post-obstacle more defined more grateful we would heal be humbled
and be unstoppable we'd hold close and let go and know when to do which we'd
release and disarm and stand up and feel safe
this is utopia this is my utopia
this is my ideal my end in sight
utopia this is my utopia
this is my nirvana
my ultimate
song performed by by Alanis Morissette from Under Rug Swept
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Tantrum Queens
There are those who are writers.
And others who choose to be tantrum queens.
They are the ones demanding to be rated.
Demanding their submissions be assessed.
With a listing of their writings,
Read and reviewed.
If not those requested to do this,
Are discussed in forums and demeaned.
It's so obvious it is disgusting.
And it is those who are younger that do it.
With words drawn from concepts that are incorrect.
They have high expectations...
For something submitted less than their best.
Hoping for a rating as if competing in a contest.
Wishing that thoughts half expressed,
Makes a bridge to eliminate any guess work!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Hear The Annual Rhetoric
My ears I keep open.
And I hear the annual rhetoric.
Spoken by some in glorious tones...
About uplifting the quality of life of those,
Of our brothers and sisters...
Who have done their best,
Avoiding to get stuck...
In cracks wrapped around loopholes.
The ones...
Many have accepted to address their unhappiness.
With a lack of discipline and purpose self confessed.
I hear the annual rhetoric.
Yet a slow slipping done,
Into a fissure has grown to become an abyss.
And 'annually' I've been approached and asked...
To express an intelligent response about this!
However...
As I have aged to confront my own obstacles,
I have forced myself not to dismiss.
With a determination to calm my outrage,
With a mind blessed to be at peace...
With the unballing of my fists!
I wonder,
Why you request me to give you an intelligent response?
Concerning an activity that has taken place,
And achieved totally on the merits of conscious ignorance.
Served and accepted as if this was a blessing,
Many wish and want to keep.
As those slandered and defamed were chased away.
I wonder,
Why you request me to give you an intelligent response?
Did you expect something glowing and profound?
Full of reflective self righteousness?
We are all in this abyss.
I just prefer to keep reaching,
To experience the higher consciousness of it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Submerged In Their Insecurities
People submerged in their own insecurities,
Have a constant need to speak of one's race.
Constantly!
And...
The color of one's skin.
And who is responsible for today's racism.
With deceitful confessions,
That these are not part of their 'sins'.
They are!
And that's why they wish to keep it identified.
They are,
Themselves...
On the dark side.
And doing it absent of color.
Or the lack of it shown!
They are...
People submerged in their own insecurities.
And people like these,
Make their presence known!
Even if their actions annoy themselves...
In a collective ignorance that is overblown!
They are...
People who dislike,
People like me.
And others who strip disguises away,
From people submerged...
In a willingness to inflict their own insecurities,
With misdeeds and a hate for self reflection.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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