Downers
It has been conducive to restrict mindsets,
To the surface of things.
This minimizes evaluation.
And de-values the importance,
Of what deductive thinking means.
If truth uncovered is not scented with mint,
Many will perceive these revelations to be 'downers'.
Since their delusions and fantasies,
Have been circumvented.
And they can no longer enjoy the festivities employed.
Or the addicting taste of the cotton candy,
Free and dispensed...
Inside their sheltered and safe environments.
Provided by the contruction done of big circus tents.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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True Gems
Talents associated,
With money that could be made...
Comes from minds fixed on dollars and cents.
And environments with them living within...
Reflect,
A lack of respect and common sense dispensed.
Those with talents and of good deed,
Are gifted beyond belief.
But overlooked are those,
With nothing glittering to expose and show.
That gleams with a material significance.
And sad are the mindsets needing this to be convinced.
However,
It is quite unfortunate that people like this...
Aren't considered the true gems of their communities.
Unless they are dripping with eye popping treasures,
That raises their influence to please those wishing to release...
Their pretentions and embellished fantasies.
'Little boy...
Would you like to sell your soul,
For the taste to parade a few trinkets? '
~Would you like to feel my foot up your ass?
I'm 'not' your little boy! ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Her Candy Cotton Kiss
Her candy cotton kiss
Her taste so warm and wet
Her cotton candy lips
I'll never them forget
Her cotton candy kiss
Sends shivers down my spine
I tremble at her touch
With love and grace divine
poem by Bradley Lester
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Fantasies Enriched
With fantasies enriched,
And lives protected...
By the foolishness of censorship.
One aided by religious beliefs,
That restrict the expansion...
Of one's mental consciousness.
People do seem they are getting,
Very tired of this.
Although misjudgements,
Expect an effective controlling.
Enforced and condoned through imagery,
And symbolic teachings.
Although a Taste for decadence,
Provides a good foundation...
For hypocrisies to exist.
With a contradicting of values and standards.
There is a need to keep these pretensions,
On the top of the list.
However...
Truth IS and not a myth.
And those with fantasies enriched,
Are on the road that will expose...
A discovery of this comes without a welcome.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just Fit In, We're Going
here comes the sun, is a cliche.
i put a spell on you, is another cliche.
i think i love you, most abused cliche.
you complete me, movie cliche,
strawberry fields,
scents of magnolia, fresh and soothing,
vanilla ice cream,
chocolate Popsicle,
mint puffs,
and cotton candy, and black forest.
coca-cola and ice cubes,
inside a glass
against the summer sun
your lips sucking the straw
your face covered with my shadow.
i am no longer conscious about their
taboos
got mine, and i like it
when i am finally free.
i store more cliches and
lick them
like Popsicle on a hot
summer day.
no hard feelings. Just fit in.
we're going.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cotton Candy Clouds
On this celestial hill I wait
With hopes that are no less than great
I look to the cotton candy clouds
Which wrap the sun in a misty shroud
They look so soft and battered thick
If my tongue were long, I'd give them a lick
You'd think my day's goal was a waste
To crave the most impossible taste
God himself prepared this cuisine
With his giant cotton candy machine
Mixed with rainbows and mountain mist
Topped with honey and an angels kiss
I tilt my head back and spread my lips
Stretch my tongue to its very tip
And I taste something so very nutritious
I'm drinking raindrops, so delicious!
I look underneath those beautiful shrouds
And I thank God for letting me taste the clouds
poem by Whitney Albright
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Truth Has Come To Stay
Scrap those plans,
To keep delusions safe...
In a protected place.
Realities must be faced.
Time no longer awaits,
For decisions to be made...
After wasteful debates.
Scrap those plans,
To keep delusions safe...
In a protected place.
An honesty arrives and will be felt.
Whether on knees,
Or with a tightening of a belt...
Truth has come to stay!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blue Candy
Dots of light scatter across the view,
From a distance I'm closer to the view.
The water moves as the boats remain silent in the view,
The screams from the park sheltered by the moon.
Blue firemen spread their heat,
The powder now a liquid with emotions to defeat.
People fire their souls as the rides end their attack,
Blue candy waiting inside them to react.
I travel along the water through my mind's eye,
Remembering, I, with blue candy's tie.
I look to the park: I distanced from the view,
The view ending with my eyes looking to the moon.
I see no clouds as the fire spreads inside,
Desire blue candy hitting in all minds,
Raw emotion no longer hidden inside.
Blue candy burns inside my mind,
The powder waiting to leave my past behind.
Blue candy fires as it heats like the sun:
Once inside it cannot be undone.
Every line is stirred under a darkened moon,
Burning desire blue candy's monsoon.
Like, fire, I call blue candy to defeat,
I, lying alone in a city's white light heat.
poem by Paula Glynn
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Mental Infliction
A sheet of paper fresh and new,
Reflects the sky ever blue.
Ink that seeps and runs through its veins,
Inflicts on a reader mental pain.
All things white can be black inside,
They shall surface, all things that hide.
What is hidden now may not be for long,
Today it's safe but tomorrow it's gone.
Safeguard yourself and lock the door,
Keep on hiding but you're safe no more.
The damage no longer comes from outside but within,
No matter what darkness will win.
Cotton Candy Land
(words & music by ruth batchelor - bob roberts)
Sandmans comin, yes hes comin
To sprinkle you with sand
Hell say one, two, three
And youll be, in cotton candy land
Sandmans comin, yes hes comin
Hell take you, by the hand
And youll ride upon, a big white swan
In cotton candy land
You and the swan will float upon
A cloud of pink ice cream
Where every star is a candy bar
And the moon is a marshmallow dream
Sandmans comin, yes hes comin
Take his magic hand
Now goodnight...now sleep tight
In cotton candy land
In cotton candy land...
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Candy, Candy
candy, candy oh how i love you.
you are as sweet as god.
i'm so sad i can't eat you.
you taste very good.
you taste nothing like an apple, so sweeter than that.
so this is what i have to say:
CANDY IS THE BEST!
thats what i've got to say.
candy oh candy! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! : D
poem by Jeanette Telusma Herbert
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she signed out
without at least saying
gtg
or simply bye
where's my usual
lol
?
as i rest from
other things
of equal importance
as she
appears invisible
or busy
or walked out
i stop
for a while, thinking, thinking, thinking, thinking
about what to do
with my life
so many choices now
but the emptiness keeps invading
every word
i have in my mind, as though they no longer have any significance
at all
i log out
i log in
i sign out
i sign in again
and there she is the snobbish soul still keeping
her own things
matters of greater importance
than myself
who i am?
i still ask, who i am? she rejects my pleas,
her silence so hurting
i feel the pain of
abandonment, rejection and
ignorance,
lapse of time, wasting moments
useless thoughts,
destructive imaginings
i have one choice though....
submit a new poem
a breather.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Deliciously Sipped
Scented mint and lilac drifts...
Rise to crest upon my senses.
As I pinch a piece of peppermint...
From a selected twig.
To twist with lemon peel.
And add for taste to rum I drink.
Deliciously sipped,
I sit back and relax.
To enjoy this treat that enhances a peace.
Increasing within me to allow daydreams.
Nothing more I convince myself of this...
Can be so good!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For Them 'That' Begins
The real reason unemployment statistics,
Are dropping?
To keep mouths closed,
And delusions from stopping?
And favor those who believe things are great!
With an economy flourishing in fantastic ways!
When the days of unemployment compensation ends...
And there are no benefits to monitor,
To send to a family of five or maybe ten?
They fall from radar!
They become the hungry and the homeless!
And for them 'that' begins!
The greedy are still the greedy!
The treachery and deceit are still tools used...
For fantasies to continue on mindsets to transcend!
As lifestyles of us all,
Dwindle!
To uphold beliefs a relief comes to release tensions!
And honesty will never be!
Nor the truth to those deceived...
Mentioned!
But...
It will certainly not be avoided in this season!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without A Clue Or Hint
I love it when people make attempts,
To compare themselves...
With others living in totally different,
Environments.
I love it when it is believed,
An exchange of experiences can be done.
With an evaluation,
That validates...
An assumption from a mouth that comes.
I love it when people believe they can critique.
Based upon comfort zones,
Those of limited mindsets...
Rarely and infrequently leave.
I love it when those pass their judgements on others.
Without a clue or hint,
What others endure...
To face and remove those obstacles to them sent.
Or knows what one goes through,
To feed themselves, ...
Shelter, clothe or pay their 'own' bills AND the rent!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tactics Employed
Their tactics employed,
Might...
Get them a win.
If the winds should shift,
To present thick fogging clouds...
Again to begin.
Their onslaught of repeated deceits,
MIGHT bring a cascading of unthinking people...
To cheer excitedly on their feet.
With addicting images feeding,
Delusions craved to feast.
But a hunger is there for a reality to eat.
A practice advocating aging divisions,
With truth denied and hiding it...
Is a desperate decision,
Made to save those days long gone.
As lies no longer effectively support,
Pillars weakened to crumble ignored to abort.
And issues left in corners stacked,
To confuse those with an avoiding of facts...
Like a dangling of carrots teased to pull back,
From the eyes of the ones once tantilized...
Can not escape the climate of lies.
The climate of lies will not survive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Of a Much Needed Self Evaluation
Your creation has suffered,
From a disrespecting neglect.
And an absence of trust!
That's why it crumbles.
Not from threats you fear.
With desires and wishes,
To keep 'this' protected.
As others you demean...
In jeering and taunting scenes.
Unpolished and rusting.
Ignored and collecting dust.
And this is what you believe,
Seeds the feeding of jealousy?
This is what you perceive...
Others desire as a must?
So deluded are your addicting lusts.
So self righteous...
Are your own beliefs you cuss!
As you leech without benefit,
Of a much needed self evaluation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Circus Song
Cotton candy, two for a quarter
See if the fat man can guess your weight
A big stuffed tiger is what I bought her
And I'm going home 'cause it's late
Roller coasters make me dizzy
And cotton candy makes me sick
I wish I had some Bromo fizzy
Now that would do the trick
Everyone knows that the clowns aren't happy
And everyone knows that the people don't care
I wish I could laugh at the way that they're acting
But I'm so sick, I just don't dare to
High wire dancers kick and balance
White silk horses step in time
The tattooed man displays his talents
I'm not the talented kind
I always go to the circus on Sunday
And there I can laugh at the people I see
But when I leave home in the morning on Monday
Everybody laughs at me
I make other people nervous
I guess that's why they laugh at me
But to me my life is a three-ring circus
And I can see it for free
Have you seen my wife Elvira?
She can tame a lion, you know
Well, I once had a bushy mane
But that was so damn long ago
Tight-collared clowns in plastic buildings
Have happy families as their fate
Happy jobs and happy clubs
And happy people they hate
Everyone's juggling and everyone's acting
With smiles of grease paint three feet wide
Everyone's caught on a carousel pony
And one time around is a lifetime ride
song performed by by Don McLean
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How Real Peace Is Lived
Treated with a taste of truth,
That minimizes rudeness...
Is soon to come.
Beating up yourself with troubles,
Snacking on stale bubblegum...
Is over and done!
The map of life,
Has gotten brighter.
Hot spots lit...
Have added misplaced pieces!
Wars and fights,
Ignited around the world...
Aren't won,
Or satisfied to thrill
When love decreases!
Keeping in perspective,
What's expected and demanded...
Is refreshing.
Making stands that hands of all be clean,
Seems instantly insane...
But must be done!
People must see,
The paths of their destinies...
Unbroken!
No one has the right to take,
What God has given us each to make.
Instead we move ahead to fake peace...
By disturbing freedoms!
Treated with a taste of truth,
That minimizes rudeness...
Is soon to come!
People must feel freedom as it is,
Or nothing is felt as free as peace...
And the chase for it
Just keeps us on the run!
Wars and fights,
Ignited around the world...
Aren't won,
Or satisfied to thrill
When love decreases!
People must feel freedom as it is!
People must feel that peace is positive!
Peace is positive...
When peace itself alone survives,
And left sensitive to give
That's how real peace is lived!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cotton Candy Clouds
Big billowy clouds float by,
Like so much cotton candy.
Gently floating through the sky,
Just as pretty, as they can be.
Some are grey, some are white,
The tops extend forever.
Cotton candy in the heights,
Pursuing their endeavors.
12/28/10
poem by Juan Olivarez
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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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