Do Not, Berate...Yourself!
Be not dismayed about your setbacks.
Or your lack of control when they seem to latch.
Avoid any re-enactments,
That attempt to saddle.
Clean the slate.
Do not, berate...yourself!
Be not dismayed about your setbacks.
Or your lack of control...
When those setbacks take hold,
To ride and latch to attach.
Say no!
Why do this,
Then renew it!
Say no...
Let them go.
Refuse to have any of that.
Get those setbacks right off your back.
Decide you are not that easy ride.
Avoid any re-enactments.
That may come to saddle.
To sap and zap your well earned pride!
Remember...
There is a dignity you pride,
Invested.
You can, if wished...
Push that pride and dignity aside.
But you should dismiss this...
If you wish,
Those setbacks not to ride...
For the rest of your life!
Can you imagine...
Being further burdened,
By those freeloaders?
Do not, berate...yourself!
In a gimmick over mimicked,
With a scolding loathed.
Why do this,
Then renew it!
Do not, berate...yourself!
In a gimmick over mimicked,
With a scolding loathed.
Remember this...
There is a dignity you pride,
That has been invested.
Say No...
To that ride!
Clean the slate.
Do not, berate...yourself!
Why do this,
Then renew it!
To boo and hoo.
Do not, berate...yourself!
Why do this,
Then renew it!
To boo and hoo...
THEN renew.
Do not, berate...yourself!
No...no...no.
Do not, berate...yourself!
No...no...no.
Do not, berate...yourself!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Say It Bait It And Run
You can say it and run.
Say it and run.
About what's been done.
You can say it and berate it.
You can say it and run.
Say it and run.
About what's been done.
You can say it,
Leave and run.
How we slid to the bottom from the top.
Say it bait it and run.
Who did what to start this problem.
Say it bait it and run.
Corruption done under dirty rugs.
Say it bait it and run.
What thugs brought this to fisticuffs.
Say it bait it and run.
What party pooped their rule.
Say it bait it and run.
Who's too cool and cuckoo too!
Say it bait it and run.
You can say it and run.
Say it and run.
About what's been done.
You can say it and berate it.
You can say it and run.
Say it and run.
About what's been done.
You can say it,
Leave and run.
Who's too cool and cuckoo too!
Say it bait it and run.
Who's too cuckoo and too cool.
Say it bait it and run.
Who's too cool and cuckoo too!
Say it bait it and run.
Who's too cuckoo and too cool.
Say it bait it and run.
But that cool cuckoo's no fool.
To cause what has been done!
You can say it and run.
Say it and run.
About what's been done.
You can say it and berate it.
You can say it and run.
Say it and run.
About what's been done.
You can say it,
Leave it and run.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I've never wanted to do something where I'd berate the audience.
quote by Roland Joffe
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Promises Are Broken
Promises are broken from coercion,
Change of events beyond access or hold
Or the emergence of the priority.
Don't berate the one who broke the promise.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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What Is It that I Seek
Could I announce from a pulpit,
Travesties I disdain?
Within my consciousness that remains.
To inflict my personal conflicts...
With a revealing of my own insecurities,
I can not shake.
Why do I have a need from a pulpit,
To announce this to berate in a scolding.
And to what desired effect?
There has to be 'something' within me,
I have not been able to face.
There has to be 'something' within me,
An honesty has not graced...
That permits a self examination,
To thoroughly erase.
And what is it that I seek...
To continue to punish others,
For those mistakes I've made?
Is it my own acceptance?
Or my deceptions...
That will not from me go away.
And I need the assurance I am protected,
By my own creation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mummified
Irate and ready to berate...
With a scolding.
Just for the sake,
Of negativity to celebrate.
Mummified and self righteous,
Tight lipped and organized.
Despising their own lives,
Clearly undisciplined and yet patronized.
With a stunning that's overdone.
Although dieing inside,
With a fear they hide.
That minimizes insight.
But recognizes everything...
For them that is not right.
With a quickened appetite,
To maximize a fighting done...
For an excitement that delights,
A taste for rambunctiousness!
And squeezing they do every dropp of blood.
Until every bit of consciousness drips,
And is gone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With a Claim They Have Faith
Those that do not stand up to the plate...
Yet in remarks berate the ones who continually do,
Are those locked in boxes refusing to initiate motivation.
With a claim they have faith.
But somehow it is used to pass judgement on others.
And they congregate on Sunday with those who do the same.
In the name of...
'Something' that is kept defended that keeps them limited!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Refresh, Revive, Renew
Refresh, revive, renew...
And declare yourself,
You!
Detached and removed,
From a confusing deprivation.
Blocked and unlocked from it!
You can not return...
To burn.
To learn from consequences,
You alone earned.
Refresh, revive, renew...
And declare yourself,
You!
Back from a lack of confidence.
Unstrapped from incidents.
Caused by hasty indeciveness...
Rushing to prevent any form of movement.
Condoned and now done with it.
Refresh, revive, renew...
And declare yourself,
You!
If done now...
Your future becomes even brighter.
Even the light held you hold,
Can be held even higher.
Higher
Higher
Higher still!
Refresh, revive, renew...
And declare yourself,
You!
You are that spark,
Igniting to glow.
Show more of it!
Refresh, revive, renew...
You.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Taboos in child upbringing
To berate in others' presence,
To censure with comparison,
To fight in the presence of children,
To please kids indiscriminately
And to deny their reasonable wants
Are taboos in parental upbringing.
Healthy mind scores over scoring marks.
27.01.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A poetic exile
What is there to berate
Life—for: Why equate
It has not any meaning..?
Every sap that's shelled-out
The husk, longs further, seeding.
"Every breath a water-spout
Leaps into death, pupate.
And is yet, still, dreaming...
Of the wings of perfection",
Too fulfil life's passion.
The gift of love's pre-emption...
poem by Mark Heathcote
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A Delicious Fish's Wishes
Fish, fish, what do you wish?
To each his own,
BUT
I wish
for a fish
on a dish
(mmm... delish!)
'Ah, pish! '
says the darned fish.
'I wish to be
in the sea
swimming free
and...
perhaps...
drinking...
so me...
tea? '
(muttered he,
dreamily.)
'But all in all, just me being me.'
But suddenly!
A bee
stung me
on the knee
(ouch! said I. er, me)
Back to earth with Bree!
And I'm left to wonder
If me the fish would berate
Were he not lying postrate
dead
on my plate...
poem by Breanna Cazalet
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It's Like That
There were many shadows,
From time to time...
In my mind,
Just hiding there...
In those crevices and cracks.
There were many shadows,
Wearing hats and caps...
And their faked grins...
Following me,
Like that.
There were many shadows,
Seen in my mind.
Shadows I'd see behind,
Other shadows...
Keeping me awake.
I could not shake them.
With messages to deliver.
Messages for me...
To pay attention.
And...
That's a fact.
People get the message,
Just like that.
And berate it with attitude.
People get the message,
Like that.
People get the message,
Like that.
Yet berated it with attitude.
And...
It's like that.
Open your eyes to facts.
And, it's like that.
That's a fact.
Wishing to stay abused and confused...
There are people just like that.
And that's a fact.
People get the message,
Just like that.
But they believe that they can pay...
To have things done their way,
And...
People get the message,
Just like that.
And too late...
That's a fact.
People get the message,
Just like that.
And berate it with attitude.
Wishing to stay abused and confused...
Just like that.
And that's a fact.
There were many shadows,
From time to time...
In my mind,
Just hiding there...
In those crevices and cracks.
There were many shadows,
Wearing hats and caps...
And their faked grins...
Following me,
Like that.
People get the message,
Like that..
But berated it with attitude.
And...
Today we see it living.
With moody blues to choose,
And...
It's a fact.
It's like that.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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During my time yet
I felt tired of looking around me
I wanted to scream - berate them
To break up the sound muscle
But for what the
Oh, I better remain silent, silent as long as I want
God, give me a head with a sane brains contents
Not filled with all forms of propaganda
That I can use as protective of the weakness that I have
During my time yet to leave the world
Copyright © 2012 ℠
Easy Ride
And I know
It will be
An easy ride, all right
And I know
It will be
Easy ride, ok
The mask that you wore
My fingers would explore
Costume of control
Excitement soon unfolds
And I know
It will be
Easy ride, yeah
Joy, for vaguely
Which your pride
Which your pride, yeah
Black polished stone
Black polished stone
I see your eyes
Like burnin glass
Like burnin glass
Hear you smile, smile, babe
The mask that you wore
My fingers would explore
Costume of control
Excitement soon unfolds, hey
Easy, baby
Call the queen, now
Be my bride
Ragin darkness
By my side
Seize the summer
In your pride
Take the winter
In your stride
Lets ride, yeah
Easy, easy, easy
Easy, easy, ease, easy
Yeah, yeah, ride
Dum, dum, dum, dum
Dum, dum, dum
Ride
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One-up-manships
I don't participate,
In one-up-manships.
There is no benefit I see from it.
And what in return does one get?
Another risking of common sense?
I remember as a child,
When it was fun to play the 'dozens'.
Fun to berate a friend's mother.
As something done to irritate...
Understood as a joke to play on another.
Today those games can not be played.
Unless someone is seeking,
To be hurt in a physical way.
Since any one-up-manship persisted...
Will lead a child seeking revenge with a weapon.
To then declare an innocence.
As a defense!
With a self satisfying look,
Of a smugged seriousness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ode to Clyde
CLYDE, CLYDE, CLYDE
YOU SURE GAVE ME A HECK OF A RIDE
CLYDE, CLYDE, CLYDE
YOU BUSTED MY PELVIS AND PRIDE
THREE DAYS OF RIDING BILLY THE BAY
LABOR DAY WEEKEND AND ANOTHER NICE DAY
I DECIDED TO TAKE MY OTHER HORSE CLYDE
AND THEN RESTED BILLY THE BAY
CLYDE, CLYDE, CLYDE
YOU SURE GAVE ME A HECK OF A RIDE
CLYDE, CLYDE, CLYDE
YOU BUSTED MY PELVIS AND PRIDE
I USE TO RIDE WHAT MOST MEN COULDN’T SADDLE
NOW I CAN’T SADDLE WHAT MOST MEN CAN RIDE
BUSTED AND BROKEN FROM THAT BUCKING HORSE CLYDE
CLYDE, CLYDE, CLYDE
YOU SURE GAVE ME A HECK OF A RIDE
CLYDE, CLYDE, CLYDE
YOU BUSTED MY PELVIS AND PRIDE
OH WHAT’S AN OLD COWBOY TO SAY
OH WHAT’S AN OLD COWBOY TO SING
WHEN HIS HORSE SENDS HIM HIGH ON HIS WAY
BUSTED AND BROKEN AND LAYING IN PAIN
NEVER SHOULD’VE TAKEN THE PAINT THAT DAY
SHOULD HAVE RIDDEN THE BAY.
CLYDE, CLYDE, CLYDE
YOU SURE GAVE ME A HECK OF A RIDE
CLYDE, CLYDE, CLYDE
YOU BUSTED MY PELVIS AND PRIDE
THAT’S OKAY CLYDE, YOU JUST WAIT AND SEE
THINK YOU’RE REALLY ALL THAT TUFF AND MEAN?
I’M MENDING BOY, AND JUST YOU WAIT FOR ME!
I’M GONNA RIDE THE HIDE
OFF THAT BUCKING HORSE CLYDE!
poem by Sunnie Bianco
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Saddled Strapped To Meanings
Feeling lower holding onto woes...
While hoping to ride high on bling.
Dreaming woes will let them go...
While hoping to ride high on bling.
Those saddled strapped to meanings,
Can't seem to free from setbacks...
That keep them trapped on thoughts of bling.
Some see their cups near emptied up!
That keeps them trapped on thoughts of bling.
Some see themselves with just bad luck.
That keeps them trapped on thoughts of bling.
And some may dig in deeper ruts.
That keeps them trapped on thoughts of bling.
And bottled up they cuss so much.
That keeps them trapped on thoughts of bling.
Those saddled strapped to meanings,
Can't seem to free from setbacks...
That keep them trapped on thoughts of bling.
Some see their cups near emptied up!
That keeps them trapped on thoughts of bling.
Some see themselves with just bad luck.
That keeps them trapped on thoughts of bling.
Feeling lower holding onto woes...
While hoping to ride high on bling.
Dreaming woes will let them go...
While hoping to ride high on bling.
Some may dig in deeper ruts,
While hoping to ride high on bling.
And bottled up they cuss so much.
While hoping to ride high on bling.
Those saddled strapped to meanings,
Can't seem to free from setbacks...
That keep them trapped on thoughts of bling.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Being odd
They all exalt in normal
they do not like the weird,
they slander anybody
who's slightly out of gear.
They all berate the odd ball
that stands out from the crowd.
You've seen odd balls at parties
hung loose, all odd and loud.
The odd ball talks excitedly
about his odd ball ways
The things that other people fear
or find a trifle strange.
They say that he's not normal,
they snigger and they grin
but he'd rather be an odd ball
than normal, just like them.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Letting it all hang out!
They all exalt in normal
they do not like the weird,
they slander anybody
who's slightly out of gear.
They all berate the odd ball
that stands out from the crowd.
You've seen odd balls at parties
hung loose, all odd and loud.
The odd ball talks excitedly
about his odd ball ways
The things that other people fear
or find a trifle strange.
They say that he's not normal,
they snigger and they grin
but he'd rather be an odd ball
than normal, just like them.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Winds Of Freedom
Blowing through soft winds I breathe
Desire for freedom in the air,
Passionate whispers of the needs
For acceptance, for hope and care.
How to this dream can we succumb,
Within a world too full of hate,
Where greed and power overcome
And fears and prejudice berate?
But tight to my faith I do hold.
Whispers will grow to voices bold.
The winds will grow to one strong gale.
Freedom and peace can now prevail.
poem by Karen Nivens
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Teach
We are born into this world
with love in our hearts
no hate no politics
we know no religion
we know no race
we know no hate
we just see the smile on moms face
what is this strange place?
how do we learn to hate?
when do we begin to rate?
how do we communicate?
when does it become too late?
who tells me what`s great?
who teaches me too berate
is there really a heavens gate?
teach our children well
for the future will tell
because if we fail
this world will be a living hell
poem by Joseph Whelan
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