Even Witches Return
Even witches return,
To straddle their dusting brooms.
Preparing another round of disgust,
With personal strikes and offenses.
Prehaps if given enough room,
To ignite from the bowels...
Of their own gloom,
To fly away.
Maybe the stench left,
Will not be consumed...
Or noticed to associate,
With one!
As cheap and choking perfume,
Does to everyone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Smoke
Smoke, it is all smoke
in the throat of eternity. . . .
For centuries, the air was full of witches
Whistling up chimneys
on their spiky brooms
cackling or singing more sweetly than Circe,
as they flew over rooftops
blessing & cursing their
kind.
We banished & burned them
making them smoke in the throat of god;
we declared ourselves
"enlightened."
"The dark age of horrors is past,"
said my mother to me in 1952,
seven years after our people went up in smoke,
leaving a few teeth, a pile of bones.
The smoke curls and beckons.
It is blue & lavender
& green as the undersea world.
It will take us, too.
O let us not go sheepishly
clinging to our nakedness.
But let us go like witches sucked heavenward
by the Goddess' powerful breath
& whistling, whistling, whistling
on our beautiful brooms.
poem by Erica Jong
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Personal
Its not personal
You didnt let me down at all
No, its not personal
Its how the world goes round, is all
Ive got some loving but it aint for sale
- give it free to you, my friend
Somewhere further down the trail
Il be pulling out again
Its not personal
Dont let it underneath your skin
No, its not personal
Im only breathing out and in
Im just moving on
Because the groove has gone
Im just stealing down the line
And its fine
Woke up this morning, I was all alone
Instead of her I found a note
I guess my bluebird just came home
For these are all the words she wrote...
Its not personal
You didnt let me down at all
No, its not personal
Its how the world goes round is all
Its how the world goes round
song performed by by Waterboys
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In a Boast Stayed Boosted
Consumed,
With a self hatred.
And makes more room....
For a mind to sit,
Assuming doom.
Consumed,
With a self hatred.
And makes more room....
For a mind to sit,
Assuming doom.
Eyes on demise!
With fire and brimstone in their sights.
And tantillized by cries of crisis.
To observe with a wish not to grow from it.
That validates misfits witnessed!
Consumed,
With a self hatred.
And makes more room....
For a mind to sit,
Assuming doom.
Consumed,
With a self hatred.
And makes more room....
For a mind to sit,
Assuming doom.
Proud,
To be among those rowdy!
Those who show no benefit,
That comes to those who stir conflict.
And gloom is a boast stayed boosted.
That feeds upon such limitness,
Of those who love it on their minds and lips.
And...
Consumed,
With a self hatred.
To observe with a wish not to grow from it.
That validates misfits witnessed!
And proud,
To be among those rowdy!
Those who show no benefit,
That comes to those who stir conflict.
And proud,
To be among those rowdy!
Those who show no benefit,
That comes to those who stir conflict.
And proud,
To be among those rowdy!
Those who show no benefit,
That comes to those who stir conflict.
And giving up more attitude...
To those who view them useless,
And...
Consumed,
In a boast stayed boosted!
And ready to be roosters noosed...
Plucked to be served after roasting,
With a juice or good brew!
And...
Consumed,
In a boast stayed boosted!
And...
Consumed,
In a boast stayed boosted!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Poverty is a promicuous woman
I have seen poverty
And my eyes can not bear another stare
For she is ugly and oozes with the stench of repulse
Irritable to the point of regurgitation
My bowels can not stand such disgust
so i must stay afar to preserve my health
For it may not stand the complete absence of wealth
This poverty is a promiscuous woman
Whose fancy is laziness
Quick to the call of men with retired hands
And feeble legs
She is a vector of countless infirmities
Way beyond the worries of the flesh
A possessor of nauseating infections
That eats into greater depths
As the soul and spirit become helpless victims as well
poem by Fidelis Nwaugba
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Bitterliciousness
Whatever is said,
To ignite their taste for a fight...
It will be stirred and heated.
And brewed overnight.
The more the petty,
It is better loved like that!
Easier to scoop wickedness to dish,
From motorized mouths cussed filled.
As if on their lips...
There is a bitterliciousness,
Craved.
And there's no getting enough of it!
Not these days.
Whatever is said,
To ignite their taste for a fight...
It will be stirred and heated.
And brewed overnight.
These warlocks and witches were bred,
To entice...
Incitement.
These warlocks and witches were fed,
To bite, sting and leave their evil.
The more the petty,
It is better loved like that!
Easier to scoop wickedness to dish,
From motorized mouths cussed filled.
As if on their lips...
There is a bitterliciousness,
Craved.
And there's no getting enough of it!
Not these days.
These warlocks and witches were bred,
To entice...
Incitement.
These warlocks and witches were fed,
To bite, sting and leave their evil.
And be praised for the blood that oozes.
No matter whose it is!
Or to whom their deeds are inflicted.
These warlocks and witches were bred,
To entice...
Incitement.
On hint!
And that is the focus of their principle.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Dont Want To Go On Without You
Bert berns/jerry wexler
I dont want to
Go on without you
Its so bad to be alone
Oh baby come home
I need you
My room is so blue
I keep seein your face
Oh, every place
Here in the gloom
Of my lonely room
I hold her memories
And smell her sweet perfume
I cant stand to
Live on without you
Oh my darlin hear my plea
Cmon back to me
Here in the gloom
Of my lonely room
I hold her memories
And smell her sweet perfume
I cant stand to
Live on without you
Oh my darlin hear my plea
Cmon back to me
I cant stand to
Go on without you
Oh my darlin hear my plea
Go on without you
cant stand to (no,no,no,no,)
Go on without you
Oh my darlin hear my plea
Go on without you.......
I cant stand to.......
song performed by by Nazareth
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Feces
It is going to take a miracle...
To remove the fumes left,
By this rodent's feces!
And all of those who followed,
This disaster with support...
Are just as guilty for their 'droppings'.
But their stench has been perfumed!
Although leaving absolutely no room,
For doubt of their treacherous ways!
And betrayal isn't quite the word,
On the tips of tongues these days!
Everyone will pay for decades,
For the extravagant charade they laid!
Leaving millions to live in anguish forever.
With an inflicted display of greed...
These rats created!
With the belief they can quietly leave!
And history will not be blind,
To colorize with flair and added dignity...
Or beautify the shaming disgust,
Just what these 'monsters' left behind!
It is going to take a miracle...
To remove the fumes left,
By this rodent's feces!
And surely the foundation,
Of that which has been glorified...
Has to be revamped,
To improve and solidify
All the damage that has been done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In the Temple
When Lilian comes I scarcely know
If Winter wraps the world in snow,
Or if 'tis Summer strikes a-glow
The fountain in the court below,
When Lilian comes.
Her flower-like eyes, her soft lips bring
The warmth and welcome of the Spring,
And round my room, a fairy ring,
See violets, violets blossoming,
When Lilion comes.
When Lilian goes I hear again
The infinite despair of rain
Drip on my darkening window-pane
The tears of Winter on the wane,
When Lilian goes.
Yet still about my lonely room
The visionary violets bloom,
And with her presence still perfume
The tedious page that I resume
When Lilian goes.
poem by Arthur Symons
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Smelling Cheap
she puts back the perfume
to the shelf and fumes: 'You are
already looking cheap dont let me
down by smelling cheap too.'
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Round Room
My room is round when I lay down, when I wake up it's square
When I go outside it's on a spiral set of stairs
The people that surround me are waiting out there
In a round room they can't find me anywhere
Right angle rooms drive me crazier each day
Put me in a box I know I'm never going to play
Put me in a square room and I won't know what to say
I want a round room at the end of the day
I had an apartment, four corners on the walls
Couldn't eat, couldn't sleep there at all
I want a curve to the place where I stay
I want a round room at the end of the day
If I pass out take me to the round church
Where echoes resound
And my spirit is found
And when I float high
Take my arm and I'll fly you by
The outskirts of town, to a garden that's round
I went to the lighthouse and I liked the view
I looked out the window and I could see you
Put me in a square house and I won't have a clue
I want a round room just to be with you
song performed by by Phish
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Cobwebs
I am dusting off the cobwebs
from the back roads of my mind
hoping that I will find
some old loves I left behind.
Hoping there is still a flicker
in some of those old flames of mine
that I may rekindle an old love again.
As we, get older and we sometimes regret
of not stoking some fires,
a little more often than others
through the years that have passed.
If we had, I sometimes wonder
what would our life be
or did destiny have in mind
it was always you and me.
The dreams are still there
and have never changed.
They just need dusting off
every now and then.
They still flicker
and need stoking to a flame.
In doing so I wonder if,
they will come alive again.
Therefore, I am dusting off the cobwebs
from the back roads of my mind.
28 April 2009
poem by David Harris
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She sweeps with many-colored brooms,
She sweeps with many-colored brooms,
And leaves the shreds behind;
Oh, housewife in the evening west,
Come back, and dust the pond!
You dropped a purple ravelling in,
You dropped an amber thread;
And now you've littered all the East
With duds of emerald!
And still she plies her spotted brooms,
And still the aprons fly,
Till brooms fade softly into stars --
And then I come away.
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Morality Pity Conscience Fails To Bridge Extreme Gaps
poverty safely sealed
vast continents away
is desirable who desires
to smell death
choking on perfume
disease stench
causing stomach to heave
flowers ulcers erupts across
stripped desolate landscapes
"we live
as they die
is a walk
between worlds"
morality pity conscience
fails to bridge extreme gaps
"we live as they die is a walk between worlds"
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Suffering Face
Well, theres an old mans fantasy
Put in a young girls mouth
Like cheap pink lipstick
Smeared on her wedding dress
Will you look what youve done to her
Will you look at this disgrace
Well, its all over
Your suffering face
If we were chrome, we would be rusty
If we were thirst, we would be quenched
You dont need the same old rivet gun
You need a brand new wrench
Someone to pull you down on the ground
And cover you with kisses
Once I was the jewel of your heart
Now Im only semi-precious
But if I seem so preoccupied
Its just my alibi--Im all broken up inside
Even the words of love seem cruel and crass
When youre tough and transparent as armored glass
I prepared a bed for you
Then I sprayed perfume
Upon the wilted roses
That Id scattered round the room
You came in gentle as a lamb
And turned into a terror
And you left your love and other threats
In the steam fading on my bathroom mirror
Well, its an old mans fantasy
Put in a young girls mouth
Like cheap pink lipstick
Smeared on her wedding dress
Will you look what youve done to me
Now youve put me in my place
Oh, its all over
Its all over
Its all over
Your suffering face
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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In fact, for all kinds of offenses - and, for no offenses - from murders to misdemeanors, men and women are put to death without judge or jury; so that, although the political excuse was no longer necessary, the wholesale murder of human beings went on just the same.
quote by Ida B. Wells
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I Had A Dream 2
I had a dream many years ago;
countless people would know my name
and many would appreciate
all the things I did.
As the years turned into a score,
I wondered if my dream
was only just a dream
and reality had something else in store for me.
Another score of years went by,
my dream began to lose its glow,
and the dark fringes of reality
slowly began to step in.
My dream seem to be an outcast now
something you didn’t associate with,
but it left among the embers
hot coals to ignite the flame again.
More years now went by
totalling to almost half a century
when the dream began to ignite
and become reality again.
The stars don’t seem so far out of reach
and the mountains not so hard to climb,
but was the journey worth it
now questions linger on my mind.
In the wastelands of my past
lie things I will never get back.
The bitter pill of payment for whatever
I may receive from my dream.
6 August 2010
poem by David Harris
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Left No Evidence
Out of time and no one noticed
Rubbing up a different way
Out of step but still in focus things to say
Kicking out the social pressure
Holding on to what you feel
Being you was never easy
Sliding off the the ferris wheel
Small was beautiful to you
Things are on a micro scale
Turned your back on power and glory
Yours was such a personal tale
Dancing to a different step now
Choose youre beats along the way
Nothing arrives at youre house packaged
No glittery wrap to throw away
Cutting different shapes and sizes
Bringing tomorrow into today
No one noticed you as you snuck in the sideline and talked in a quiet way
No bullshit no theatrics no pretence and left no evidence
You left no evidence
You left no evidence
song performed by by Howard Jones
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Half Way Round The World
Lately I feel so small
Or maybe its just that my bed has grown
I never noticed it before but you were there
So how was I to know
That this single bed
Was always meant for two
Not just anyone
It was meant for me and you
And now your halfway round the world
And I'm just a day behind
Nothin' seems to fill the hole
That I have since you left my side
You'll always be my little girl
Though I cant hold you tonight
And now your halfway round the world
And I'm just a day behind
I wake up in the night
I turn around and find that you're not there
I just like to watch you sleep and lay by you
I love to feel you near
I think I'm going crazy
Everyday confusion starts to grow
I never noticed it before
But you were there so how was I to know
That this single bed
Was always meant for two
Not just anyone
It was meant for me and you
And now your halfway round the world
And I'm just a day behind
Nothin' seems to fill the hole
That I have since you left my side
You'll always be my little girl
Though I cant hold you tonight
And now your halfway round the world
And I'm just a day behind
Lately I feel so small
Or maybe its just that my bed has grown
I never noticed it before but you were there
So how was I to know
That this single bed
Was always meant for two
Not just anyone
It was meant for me and you
Now your halfway round the world
And I'm just a day behind
Nothin' seems to fill the hole
That I have since you left my side
You'll always be my little girl
Though I cant hold you tonight
And
song performed by by Bowling For Soup
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Anna - the story of a love
The Indians say
that the eater is the eaten.
We caught each other's eye
across a crowded room...
she with her mates,
but blushed in my direction...
and when I looked at her,
she glowed
and I glowed.
She too was ripe for passion.
We couldn't be kept apart;
later in the privacy of my room
my lips sought her unsullied bloom,
the irresistible downiness of her young skin
and soon that soft skin
was moist with passion
as we consumed each other,
and were subsumed in unity.
Now I have died two deaths from love:
first consumed by desire, then
consumed by pleasure.
What a peach she was.
Hey, seize the moment -
there's another in the bowl.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Carrie
Sorry to disturb you,
But I was in the neighbourhood,
About a friend Ive her picture,
Could you take a look?
Oh I appriciate youre busy,
And time is not your own,
Yeah maybe it would be better,
If I telephoned.
Chorus:
Carrie doesnt live here anymore,
Carrie used to room on the second floor,
Sorry that she left no forwarding address,
That was known to me.
Carrie doesnt live here anymore,
You could always ask at the corner store,
Carrie had a date with her own kind of fate,
Its plain to see.
Another missing person,
One of many we assume,
The young wear their freedom,
Like cheap perfume.
(its useless information),
Returning my call,
(to help the situation),
Theyve nothing at all,
Youre just another message,
On a pay phone wall,
Chorus:
Carrie doesnt live here anymore,
Carrie used to room on the second floor,
Sorry that she left no forwarding address,
That was known to me.
Chorus repeated.
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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