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Ensuring They Stay In Place

I've learned not to accept,
But return all disagreeable attitudes.
Those tossing about any mood they choose...
May have found that comfortable to do,
When they were children.
But as an adult we should have rules,
We adhere to and follow.
Ensuring they stay in place.
It saves from being regarded a phony.
Or called a two face.

No one gets that close,
I have to publicly disrespect.
Nor do I do my best to get other people,
To choose me over someone else...
As if there's been an announcement made,
Of a popularity contest.
I do not think it necessary,
To lie behind a friend's back. BUT...what 'friend' does that?
And that's probably why I have few of them...
Since deceit and distrust is not where my mind is at.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet: Choose The Things in Your Life

0 choose your friend who must be good as you;
And choose your spouse better than you; make sure;
And choose the one best as your Teacher too;
And choose ambitions that suit your nature.

0 choose the profession thats truly best;
And choose the hobbies that ne'er interfere;
And choose your Time to begin work, take rest;
And choose your enemies, you surely fear.

0 choose your food that gives extended health;
And choose your garments -comfortable wear;
And choose the honest way to added wealth;
And choose the burden right, body can bear.

0 choose the people who deserve help most;
And choose good principles, yet never boast.

poem by John Celes
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It Is Fresh If Kept, Cool

It is fresh if kept,
Away from that which spoils...
Those attitudes,
Quicken to darken by a mood.

It's fresh if kept,
Together without salt.
And a peppered tongue,
Spiced with words from a mouth to come out!

It is fresh if kept,
Away from evil people.
A mind that finds,
A peace inside...
Found from nine to five!
And from...
Five to nine!

It's fresh if kept,
Cool.
It is fresh if kept,
Away from fools.

It's fresh if kept,
Cool.
It is fresh if kept,
Away from fools.

It is fresh if kept,
Away from evil people.
A mind that finds,
A peace inside...
Found from nine to five!
And...
Five to nine!

Evil will have those you love dearly,
Convinced...
You are not who you are!

It is fresh if kept,
Away from that which spoils...
Those attitudes,
Quicken to darken by a mood.

It's fresh if kept,
Cool.
It is fresh if kept,
Away from fools.
It's fresh if kept,
Cool.
It is fresh if kept,
Away from fools.

Choose not to be annoyed.

It is fresh if kept,
Cool.
It is fresh if kept,
Away from fools.
It's fresh if kept,
Cool.
It is fresh if kept,
Away from fools.

Choose not to be annoyed.
Choose not to be destroyed.

Keep your mind kept fresh.

Choose not to be annoyed.
Choose not to be destroyed.

It is fresh if kept,
Cool.

Choose not to be annoyed.
Choose not to be destroyed.

Keep your mind kept fresh,
And cool.
Keep your mind kept fresh.
And away from fools.
Keep your mind kept fresh,
And cool.

It's best not to be annoyed.
It's best not to be destroyed!

Evil will have those you love dearly,
Convinced...
You are not who you are!
It is best to keep cool.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Has Been Denied

One of the main reasons,
People don't know who they are...
Or can respect others to accept,
Is their approach to life.
And a valued place on false pretensions.

People have been made to believe,
And are convinced...
That reality is to be pretended,
And the more pretentious they are...
The more they reflect a 'version' of reality.
Blindly accepted.

And...
Those who are themselves,
And have lived reality...
From an experiencing of it,
Are perceived as being phony.
Although everything they have done...
Is based upon truth as it is,
And have attempted to deliver it.
But are criticized for being nonconformists.

One of the main reasons,
People don't know who they are...
Or can respect others to accept,
Is their approach to life.

One is taught how to live,
And how to act.
What beliefs to accept,
From those created...
And followed 'faithfully'.

And those who live not accepting,
Those beliefs to follow 'faithfully'...
Seem to live freer lives,
Without having lies to follow.

'Why is there so much conflict in the world.
Why are so many people unhappy? '

That's a good question.
And they are the ones who follow,
Taught beliefs.
Without seeking to live life,
To discover it on their own.
They follow and protest yet accept.

'But,
How can you say that? '

I've learned to stand back,
And observe that which has been denied.
My eyes have been open most of my life,
To see things as they are.
Not what I wish them to be.
With eyes open wide.

And apparently my 'version' has offered me,
A more peaceful co-existence.
And that for me is not phony at all.
I only have one face that I've shown.
Have you ever seen me wearing a mask?
To appease others doing it?

'No.'

You should take yours off.
You'll see exactly what I mean.
When you begin to experience life,
So many become offended.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A True Friend

A true friend
A true friend is the one who picks you up when you fall
A true friend is one that won't lie
A true friend is there when you call
A true friend is there when you want to die
A true friend knows just what to say
A true friend won't care what other people think
A true friend will help you find your way
A true friend will make sure you don't sink
A true friend will help you choose your path
A true friend will know when something is wrong
A true friend has to sometimes face your wrath
A true friend makes you feel like you belong
A true friend

poem by Ashley Reese
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In a Roam Zone

When in a roam zone,
Where does one go...
After tempers flair?
And what is left staring,
Are the facts.
In undeniable contradiction...
Of those truths carried,
Historically on one's back!
Where does one roam,
When this becomes known.

Where does one roam,
When assessments are complete.
And one awakens drooling,
Deluged by deceit one took to a deep sleep.
Where does one then choose to roam?
With a feeling of suspicion even in one's home!
And finding themselves overwhelmed by distrust.
Neighbors once close are now regarded with disgust.
Found hiding in disguises as if they must.
Where does one then roam?

When truth has been expose to leave one to feel alone...
Where does one then go,
Feeling isolated and in a complicated mental state of mind!
Where does one then go...
When feeling alone and in a roam zone to call one's own.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A True Friend

A true friend is the one who picks you up when you fall
A true friend is one that won't lie
A true friend is there when you call
A true friend is there when you want to die
A true friend knows just what to say
A true friend won't care what other people think
A true friend will help you find your way
A true friend will make sure you don't sink
A true friend will help you choose your path
A true friend will know when something is wrong
A true friend has to sometimes face your wrath
A true friend makes you feel like you belong

poem by Taylor Rease
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Livin' In A World

Children are called the future of an adult world
They are born with spirits so innocent
Til we teach them how to hate
Add to the world's confusion
We teach our kids rules
That we don't adhere to ourselves
Right or wrong
What example can they take
The people we learn from
Forge the ideas we become
Living in a world they didn't make
Living in a world that's filled with hate
Living in a world where grown-ups break the rules
Living in a world they didn't make
Paying for a lot of adult mistakes
How much of this madness can they take
Our children
Children grow to become our young adults
Problems of the world
They must learn how to confront
Doing drugs and joining gangs to rebel
Colors show they belong
To the social override
Cause they're living in a space
They feel out of place
Living in a world they didn't make
Living in a world that's filled with hate
Living in a world where grown-ups break the rules
Living in a world they didn't make
Paying for a lot of adult mistakes
How much of this madness can they take
Our children

song performed by by Janet Jackson
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So Called Friend

Yeh Im gonna make you wonder if youre my friend
Yeh Im gonna make you wonder if youre my friend
Yeh thats the way I choose them all my friends
Do you think youre close with all your promises
Do you think I act strange when you talk to me
Its cause I dont see you
Yeh Im gonna make you wonder if youre my friend
Yeh I may as well tell you youll never be my friend
Aah thats the way I choose them all my friends
The telephone always rings when youve got success
You only want us when were at our best
But we dont hear you
Yeh Im gonna make you wonder if youre my friend
It isnt our fault that your lifes depressed
Weve listened and weve learned
That all of the words that you say
Yeh all of the words that you say
Mean nothing
Yeh Im gonna make you wonder if youre my friend

song performed by by Texas
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So Called Friend

Yeh Im gonna make you wonder if youre my friend
Yeh Im gonna make you wonder if youre my friend
Yeh thats the way I choose them all my friends
Do you think youre close with all your promises
Do you think I act strange when you talk to me
Its cause I dont see you
Yeh Im gonna make you wonder if youre my friend
Yeh I may as well tell you youll never be my friend
Aah thats the way I choose them all my friends
The telephone always rings when youve got success
You only want us when were at our best
But we dont hear you
Yeh Im gonna make you wonder if youre my friend
It isnt our fault that your lifes depressed
Weve listened and weve learned
That all of the words that you say
Yeh all of the words that you say
Mean nothing
Yeh Im gonna make you wonder if youre my friend

song performed by by Texas
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Stuck In Between Disbelief And Denial

A return to relive,
A yesterday gone...
Is not going to 're-happen'.

That change to come,
Has arrived for everyone.
And that which 'is' as it appears,
Is here to stay.
With severe adjustments,
By many to be made.

And...
For those still stuck,
In between disbelief and denial...
Should choose acceptance,
As a long lasting friend.
With plenty time to devote,
To a doubtlessly close relationship.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Need Of A Friend

I'm in need of a friend.
A friend that I can trust
A friend that I can see and talk to
everyday
A friend that will help me
through my problems
A friend that I will feel
comfortable telling everything to
A friend that I can cry on when
I'm in need of a shoulder
A friend that can be there for me
all the times and not back down
A friend like no other
A friend that I never had

poem by Akingbehin Daniel Murphy
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I Find It Hard To Say

[Lauryn Hill Talking]
...I've written it about the whole Amadou Diallo situation...
...It was such a hot time in the city at that point, I was afraid that if I
put the record out, people would Misunderstand what I meant by "Rebel" and
they just take it to the streets...
[One and only verse]
Ok, yeah, alright...
I find it hard to say, that everything is alright
Don't look at me that way, like everything is alright
Cuz my own eyes can see, through all your false pretenses
But what you fail to see, is all the consequences
You think our lives are cheap, and easy to be wasted
As history repeats, so foul you can taste it
And while the people sleep, too comfortable to face it
His life so incomplete, and nothing can replace it
And while the people sleep, too comfortable to face it
Your lives so incomplete, and nothing can replace it
Fret not thyself I say, against these laws of man
Cuz like the Bible says, His blood is on their hands
And what I gotta say, and what I gotta say, is rebel
While today is still today, choose well
And what I gotta say, is rebel, it can't go down this way
Choose well, choose well, choose well...
...choose well, choose well, choose well
And while the people sleep, too comfortable to face it
Your lives are so incomplete, and nothing, and no one, can replace it
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
And what I gotta say, and what I gotta say
And what I gotta say, and what I gotta say
And what I gotta say, and what I gotta say
And what I gotta say, and what I gotta say
Is rebel... rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel
Rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel
Repent, the day is far too spent, rebel... rebel!
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up...
Wake up and rebel
We must destroy in order to rebuild
Wake up, you might as well
Oh are you... oh are you satisfied
Oh are you satisfied
Rebel... ohhh rebel
Why don't you rebel, why don't you rebel?
Why don't you rebel?
I'm fading myself down now...

song performed by by Lauryn Hill
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Overhearing How They Are From Others

Why do some people hold grudges,
And maintain negative attitudes...
Towards others who may not remember them.
Or may be a close friend,
Of the one innocently victimized?

This makes little sense.
But there is a reality of this in existence.
And many people have not met,
The ones they dislike and disrespect.
Just 'overhearing' how they are from others,
Is enough for some to pass their judgements.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fate Factor

You choose your fate
By the things you do
If you are good
Your fate will be too

Fate does not choose you
It won’t take time to choose you
Just watch what you do
And fate will be good to you

A fate worse than death
For being bad that’s what you get
I’ve been there and back
So I know the facts

Take my advice
Live life right
Just do onto others good
And fate will do onto you

Follow one of the golden rules
Do onto others what you,
Want them to do onto you
And that’s how you choose your fate

poem by LaTisha Parkinson
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Who stands with me?

True poets write in meter.
Not because they think it’s neater
but because the flow is sweeter
When their words are read aloud
as they perform before the crowd.
Their poems pass the acid test.

Prose writers do not choose to rhyme.
They see it as a waste of time.
Although their word choice is sublime.
Without meter it is prose,
not poetry as they suppose.
Their definition I contest.

Poetic prose it’s plain to see.
Can not be classed as poetry.
I can accept you disagree.
I know I have a biased view
I think I am entitled to
Decide which one I like the best.

I choose meter every time
Preferably with lines that rhyme.
I find such poetry sublime.
Though I enjoy well written prose.
Each to his own I must suppose
So write the way that suits you best.

I am old fashioned I admit
and not one whit ashamed of it.
I do not find rules inhibit.
Free expression of my views
They merely mean I have to choose
the words that will express them best

Free form, free verse, poetic prose.
Are methods other writers chose
as being fit for their purpose.
To rebel against fixed form.
Which was regarded as the norm.
Just to be different from the rest.

But fashions change and now free form
Must be regarded as the norm.
I see no reason to conform.
I choose to write my poetry
In the old way that pleases me.
A lonely voice raised in protest.

The wheel of fate will slowly turn
Metered poetry will return
and well deserved plaudits earn.
I hope I live to see the day.
when classic poets can display.
That fixed forms can outshine the rest.

Monday,06 December 2010
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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You and I Have Yet to Cross Those Paths

You can not know what mood I am in.
You don't know me like that.

You base your opinions on what you hear.
Like others you know sharing gossip,
Customized for listening ears.

For years you've expressed what my attitudes are.
And visits to my home you believe,
Are excursions to pass judgement.

You can not know what mood I am in.
You don't know me like that.
I know I am hospitable,
Until my integrity is attacked.

And if that should happen,
It is not from a mood that I respond back.

I do not sit with wishes,
That others be put in their places quick.
And...
When I am the topic of a deceit that is falsified...
A mood from me is not what someone gets!
I am not into mood shifting.
Nor am I confrontational but I am direct.

What someone gets,
Is a regret they misinterpreted my persona.
And I ensure they get it corrected.
And 'that' I deliver not from a mood...
But necessity that comes to them,
With an understanding taught.
And a lesson learned I teach not to forget.

'Comprehension unmistaken,
Is best to get direct...
From the one who is the subject! '

You can not know what mood I am in.
You don't know me like that.
Since you and I have yet to cross those paths.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Angel

I found a friend
Who always knows something's wrong before I do
I found a friend
Who has listened to everything I say
I found a friend
Who is beautiful and doesn't know it
I found a friend
Who is kind, and caring, and funny
I found a friend
Who loves me for being me

I found a friend
Who tries to understand me
I found a friend
Who loves to give me compliments
I found a friend
Who keeps the guys from annoying me
I found a friend
Who loves being around me even though people talk
I found a friend
Who is kind, and mature, and amazing

These two friends
I'm lucky to have
These two friends
I will always have
These two friends
Help me in different ways

These two friends were sent to me from above...

poem by Tiana Webb
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Producing Remedies

When listening became regarded as offensive...
Disrespect found refreshed acceptance.

And now that disrespect is as mainstream,
As naked beauty queens...
Viagra, bras and sex enhancements,
Advertised on national TV...
People are wishing for those 'good old days' to return.

I lived in those days.
And the same people inflicting their prinicples,
Are the same ones in laboratories...
Producing remedies,
That have little to do with finding cures.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Statement Of Freedom!

i'm just not going to support your wars anymore,
i will not believe your propaganda.
i will not swallow your political lies.
i will not adhere to your moral and legal codes.
i will not follow your religious leaders.
i will not be enslaved by your way of life.
i will not be your patriot.
i will not sell my soul
to buy your American Dream...
i will not be twisted by your hates and fears.
i just wont!

because i have to live with myself,
and i'm the one i have to sleep with...
i will be true to my own heart,
follow my own mind,
and i choose to believe
both in dignity and equality.
i will be free.
you do not own me!

anyone that cannot accept this...
can kiss my ass!
i am free!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Friends

What is a friend
Could it be that it's just a word
Or something in your life that you've heard
Or just another one of those big fat lies
Because many nights this word has made me cry
So hard my stomach hurts deep down inside
[chorus]
uh oh there goes that word again
How do we let it end
I thought you were my friend
I can't believe my very eyes
Right to my face you lied
Cause you're my so-called friend
How could you call yourself a friend
Oh oh there goes that word again
That brings people together and tears them apart
It's always said by those who claim they love you
When all the while they want to fill your shoes
And never calling you up with no good news
They're always happy when your through
They never want the best for you
They're always trying to fill your shoes
(I don't understand this kind of friend)
[chorus]
uh oh there goes that word again
How do we let it end
I thought you were my friend
I can't believe my very eyes
Right to my face you lied
Cause you're my so-called friend
Opportunity's knocking here comes my friend
uh oh there goes that word again
(they only come around when they need something y'all)
They call you everyday 'til they reel you in
And they want to hang out so you can spend on them
(I don't understand, I don't understand this kind of friend)
[chorus]
uh oh there goes that word again
How do we let it end
I thought you were my friend
I can't believe my very eyes
Right to my face you lied
Cause you're my so-called friend
[repeat chorus til fade]

song performed by by Mary J Blige
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