Examined From A Distance
When people fixed with allowed stubbornness,
Have gone overboard...
Inflicted with too much attention given,
While feeding their minds on poisonous adulation...
There will be those assisting without resisting this.
And as accessories refuse an active involvement,
Labelled to be seen but not apologetic.
There is a supporting of needs being fed to feed,
A mindlessness bent beyond control.
And remaining as ignorant as possible...
With senses numbed and flowing into engulfing seas.
And determined...
To supply whatever it is that is wished as a need,
In an atmosphere condoning betrayal and treason.
Deliveries done to quiet the dictates...
Of those spoiled with a getting sought,
With a vicious disregard for dignity and composure.
The soothing of a monster,
Becomes the number one priority!
When people fixed with allowed stubbornness,
Have gone overboard...
Inflicted with too much attention given.
Fantasizing on an achieving of fantastic outcomes...
Seems not to be in the arena,
Where truth and honesty frequently perform....
With every bat of an eyelash examined from a distance.
To that one who is...
Examined from a distance,
This can't be fun.
To be done and this witnessed,
Where can one run...
When it's done.
When it's done.
To be one that's afflicted,
Where can one run...
When it's done.
When it's done.
Examined from a distance,
This can't be fun.
To be done and this witnessed,
Where can one run...
To be one that's afflicted,
Where can one go...
When it's done.
When it's done.
There is a supporting of needs being fed to feed,
A mindlessness bent beyond control.
And remaining as ignorant as possible...
With senses numbed and flowing into engulfing seas.
Examined from a distance...
With senses numbed!
And flowing into engulfing seas.
Where can one run...
To be one this afflicted?
Where can one go...
When it's done.
When it's done.
Examined from a distance!
With senses numbed and flowing into engulfing seas.
Examined from a distance!
With senses numbed and flowing into engulfing seas.
Examined from a distance!
With senses numbed and flowing into engulfing seas.
To be one this afflicted?
Where can one go...
When it's done.
When it's done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What has not been examined impartially has not been well examined. Skepticism is therefore the first step toward truth.
quote by Denis Diderot
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Obvious Flaws Too Many Wore Like Badges
Examine me!
Go ahead.
I've been 'examined' all my life.
Examined as a child,
In elementary school.
'They are sweet...
And such adorable poor 'project children'
And ridiculed with my sister.
Like we were freaks.
And compared and dehumanized.
In front of white children...
Who were taught to despise us,
Before they took flight to the suburbs.
And did all they could...
To deny both the intelligence,
And rights of Negros where I lived!
Examine me!
You go right ahead.
But I defy you to say...
My deeds are mediocre!
In fact...
Incompetence is something I had long recognized.
As I was being examined.
But I was never thought to be of 'that' kind of mind,
To correct obvious flaws too many wore like badges...
And paraded in the finest of pretentious snob-like fashion.
As I was being examined.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Distance - Between
There is a
Distance.
Between,
Mortality and eternity.
Distance.
Between,
God and humanity.
Distance.
Between.
So much,
So far;
The Universe and
The burning stars.
Distance.
Between,
Creator and creation;
Between,
All past and present relation.
Distance.
Between,
All living,
All dying;
Laughing and
Crying.
The distance - between,
The present scene, and
All that is unseen;
What's hiding, and
What's showing;
Where we are, and
Where we are going.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Distances
distance. space.silence.
what is the distance between
your nose to my eyes?
it is the kiss that seals it.
what is the distance between
our silence for days?
it is the distance of longing.
what is the distance between
these miles and miles of separation?
it is this knowing a little bit of ourselves
that sews the torn pieces of cloth
i keep a little distance
between my heart and my head.
i keep this distance between
you and myself, you know why?
i want to see you more.
The farther you are, the more
i can see you the more you
can see me.
IT is the farthest star
that we long much.
IT is the love that is gone
that we want to recover.
IT is the broken heart that we
want to mend.
It is this certain distance
that makes us more human.
This longing. This pain.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Raging Sea, Raging Heart
the raging seas causing the waters to rise
the raging seas engulfing you and i.
it has no mercy, it has no heart
it cares not if it tears you apart.
but you have a heart or so they say.
so why do you treat my love this way?
what do you gain to see me cry
when you tell me all those lies.
your heart is like the raging sea
it can no longer comfort me.
it has become treacherous and deep
and has left my soul to weep.
what made your calmness disappear.
is it that you had some fears?
or is it that there is something deep inside
that you feel you must hide.
if you want to destroy my love.
then drown it if you must
for in you i'll put my trust.
poem by Louis Rams
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Of Saying Goodbye
It`s not the first time
I`m used to it now
The cold span of time and space
is ethereal years of longing
in the heart and mind.
When to meet again
when to speak in person
when to reach out
to hold each one`s hand?
The going, the saying of goodbye
eats up our voice in the quibbling lips
and releases our hearts
by tears flowing by.
Yes, I am used to it now.
Distance and space though
bridged by human inventions
are still there
between our own seas.
__________________
(Departure from the Philippines to Denmark)
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Running With A Faith That Is Done
With a stumbling numbed,
And...
Going through the paces.
So many people on the run,
But with a faith they choose to keep.
They are stumbling numbed,
And...
Feeling dedicated.
And...
Many feeling so elated,
With their sticking to beliefs.
They may show their wounds,
But...
People keeping faith will make it.
With their sticking to beliefs.
People know they can't fake,
A sticking to beliefs.
Even with heartache...
Or a stumbling numbed.
People keeping faith will make it.
With their sticking to beliefs.
People know they can't fake,
A sticking to beliefs.
Even with heartache...
Or a stumbling numbed.
They may show their wounds,
But...
With a stumbling numbed,
And...
Going through the paces.
So many people on the run,
But with a faith they choose to keep.
Not to be undone,
With a stumbling numbed.
Not to be undone,
With a stumbling numbed.
Not to be undone,
With a pace that keeps them running.
Running.
Running with a faith that is done.
And with a pace that keeps them running.
Running.
Running with a faith that is done.
And with a pace that keeps them running.
Running.
Running with a faith that is done.
And not to be undone,
With a stumbling numbed.
Keeping pace that keeps them running...
Running.
Running with a faith that is done.
People keep their faith when running.
Running.
Running with a faith that is done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Comes - Part 3
(It is suggested that the reader reads Parts 1 and 2 first)
Several marine biologists
now suggested that a giant squid
could be the creature that they were looking for,
but could not explain the blue light.
As a precaution to the present dangers below the equator,
ships were requested that they find suitable ports
to stay in overnight.
Naval Air forces from most countries
searched the seas at night and day
hoping to spot whatever was causing the disappearances.
Dr Roger Maitland of Oxford,
marine biologist now retired
studied the reports on the news.
He looked at charts
and read what the survivor of the Sulu Spray
had mumbled incoherently repeatedly.
He had his own theory about the creature,
but no proven facts.
He believed their might be evidence
on the lifeboat of the Sulu Spray,
evidence overlooked when it was first examined.
Maitland spoke to his colleagues
about his theory and if he was right,
this may only be one of many of these creatures
that might strike at anytime.
The only way to be sure
would be to examine the lifeboat quite thoroughly.
Knowing Maitland’s reputation
and how desperate the situation was getting,
the authorities holding onto the lifeboat of the Sulu Spray
granted him permission to examine it.
No one gave him much chance of find any evidence
as others had examined it before and found nothing.
Unlike the rest, Maitland knew what he was looking for,
and the places where it might be found.
With a magnifying glass and tweezers,
he examined the inside of the lifeboat
lifting minute samples to be studied
closer under a microscope.
In his laboratory a week later,
he examined what he had recovered.
Slowly he began to discover that his theory
was revealing several surprising results.
The creature was a new species
from the evidence he had recovered,
a mutation from another species, possibly two.
The cause of the mutation was yet to be discovered.
He had arranged to reveal his results
to an international committee made up
of marine biologists and scientists from every country.
26 September 2009
To be continued
poem by David Harris
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Inside a Crimson Sky
Outside a sky of blue is fading in and out of grey.
Inside a crimson sky is dawning all throughout the day.
My senses are numbed as defences succumb towards a
Dread fear of revolution. The young are running faithless,
Beneath the sun a-shining still – Upon the hill we’ll have our fun.
Turning cycles in evolution – Forever at our own pace –
poem by David Lacey
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Which is chaste?
My eyes are sharper than swords.
Your attention was held.
My words are sharper than eyes.
Your heart was won.
My pen is sharper than words.
Your senses struggle.
Is my sharpest weapon blunt
‘Cause your senses are strong?
No, your senses are iron sheathed.
Else, your senses are the weakest.
The senses shown can be visible.
Hence you dread to show.
The shown heart, who knows?
Hence, you dare to concede.
Heart, more precious, is given.
Yet you guard your senses.
Throne is lost; sword is guarded.
War is lost; battle is waged.
Kings are friendly; subjects only war.
Heart is given; senses are withheld.
Visibly chaste; Invisibly what?
13.06.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Further In The Distance
Your attempt to excuse your actions,
With vacant explanations...
Has aided in the speeding,
Of my forward steps.
And yes...
I can hear your voice.
But further in the distance,
Your voice gets.
I no longer prepare myself,
To have the patience you expect.
Since much of that has already been given.
And I have none left that affords your disrespect.
Further in the distance,
Your voice gets.
Further in the distance,
Your voice gets.
Further,
In the distance...
Your voice,
Gets.
Your voice...
Gets,
Further...
In the distance!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Keeping My Distance
(jimmy davis/tommy burroughs/don smith)
Im keeping my calandar open
Even if it takes me years
til you figure out what your plan is
You figure out all of your fears
I dont wanna know anything about her
Or what you feel like you have to defend
But Ive seen your situation
And the world she keeps you in
Im keeping my distance
Im keeping my distance
And Ill wait until my time is here
Im keeping my distance
Im keeping my distance
And Ill wait until you make it clear
If you dont want to rush it baby
Well then by all means dont
But Im gonna wait for the day when
When you see that its me you want
I can see, I can tell that you need me
You know that I need you too
So why on earth cant you ever let her go
Will you ever try anything new
Im keeping my distance
Im keeping my distance
And Ill wait until my time is here
Im keeping my distance
Im keeping my distance
And Ill wait until you make it clear
Where will you find the strength
I cant hold you against your will
You keep me at arms length
Im reaching out to hold you still, yeah, yeah, yeah
I can see that you need me
You know that I need you too
So why on earth cant you ever let her go
Will you ever try anything new
Im keeping my distance
Im keeping my distance
And Ill wait until my time is here
Im keeping my distance
Im keeping my distance
song performed by by Martina Mcbride
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Assets
O flowing river feed the well
Before you leave and say: “farewell”
You've gone away, the well is dry
I often ask and wonder why
It’s just a hole, an empty shell
O flowing river feed the well
You said that you would never end
And I believed you were a friend
I love that well, there is no doubt
It’s since dried up and left a drought
O flowing river feed the well
And keep me safe within your spell
The river’s gone, the well dried up
It left me with an empty cup
I'm lost in this financial hell
O flowing river feed the well
poem by Amera Andersen
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To show love, he keeps a distance
after all the devotion
you seem so far
so far that it makes me
wonder whether
you are really there
now i know
the distance you throw
is for me fill up
to reflect on myself
each thought and act
that this distance
is woven for us
to be close
that you do not want
me to lose sight of myself
the distance keeps us
so close - closer than
there is no distance
a path where
i could run to you
without the echo of guilt
about my love - for you
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Shouldve Kept Your Distance
Somethings gone wrong
now i know whats going on
theres a place i need to be
theres some1 i need to see
theres suspicion in the air
theres some things that should be cleared
if im there....there will be hell
and i may end up in jail
but its for a serious cause
dont give a futz about the law
If they dont keep their distance
ill make sure theyre gone
before they use their senses
shouldve listened to my warning
shouldve never came back
couldve walked away....
but they didnt.....they chose to stay......
i wont need reinforcements
im not there....i guess i do
there wont be conversations
when i get there theyll be through
they couldve thought this out
but instead they just refused
and when theyre taken out
ill just be here.....amused
If they dont keep their distance
ill make sure theyre gone
before they use their senses
shouldve listened to my warning
shouldve never came back
couldve walked away....
but they didnt.....they chose to stay
~IP23
poem by Iron Panda 23
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From A Distance
(alan jackson/randy travis)
Just another bar
With loud guitars
Smoke and candles burning low
And the same ol boys
Their backs to the bar
Staring across a crowded floor
Then I hear a familiar sound
Your voice laughing out loud
From a distance I can see you
Dancing slowly with somebody new
But I cant hold you like I want to
But I can love you from a distance
So I take a chair
In a corner somewhere
You cant see me
But I can look at you
And I remember those times
When I looked in your eyes
The way that he now looks at you
Deep down I know its over
But it hurts me when hes so much closer
From a distance I can see you
Dancing slowly with somebody new
But I cant hold you like I want to
But I can love you from a distance
And if I cant hold you near me
Ill just hold onto your memory
From a distance I can see you
Dancing slowly with somebody new
But I cant hold you like I want to
But I can love you from a distance
Ill always love you from a distance
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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Left On The Rock
I saw you from a distance running
Like angel's wings, your arms outstretched
Leaping effortlessly, fueled by the wind.
Yet the leaves on the trees stood still.
Waves of the sea, rippled slowly ashore
Divine control, it would appear!
Forces of the wind echoed
Be careful! Someone yelled.
Too comfortable to heed,
You continued in the wind.
I reached out but unable to touch you.
Felt the wind between my fingers.
Your clothes stuck to your skin.
Moment like decades, I reminisced.
Tears trickled down your face,
Yet you smiled.
Between us that distance widened,
Blowing faster was the wind.
Flowing from my eyes, were my tears,
But mine, for different reasons,
A moment of truth, I guess.
As you leaped towards your new friend.
poem by C. Albert Andrews
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Flowing Red River
I dive head first into the flowing red river.
It's acrid taste fills my mouth.
I drown in it's putrid depths.
My heart pounds and excitement grips.
As the flowing red river drips.
I cannot contain my growing glee.
I cannot wait to feed on it's bounty.
From down below I stand up straight.
I rise to greet this wonderful fate.
The flowing red river fills me up.
I bend right down from it to suck.
In and out I feel such love.
It cleans my soul flowing red river runs.
I feel it right now it's almost gone.
The pinnacle of joy hits like a bomb.
Yet I'm sad when the flowing red rivers gone.
Fear not though we'll always meet.
When the flowing red river comes to greet.
poem by Michael McParland
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Hidden Thoughts
There is so much I want to say to you
But, you keep me at a distance.
My heart directs my fingers to dial your number, while I fight to resist the urge to press those seven digits that will bring delight to my ears upon hearing your voice.
And you keep me at a distance.
My brain maintains a logical stance while my mouth and thoughts rebel yearning for what I felt when last we spoke,
Yet you keep me at a distance.
My fear of you is healthy redirected emotions yet unspoken
You still keep me at a distance.
If dying of thirst a drink of your smile gazing down on me would help me to peacefully transition into eternal slumber,
Yet you keep me at a distance.
The infinite expanse of the universe is not enough to move me away from you
Still kept at a distance.
Even though not ready,
I am hungry for the taste of your enticing spirit that calls out to me like manna from heaven above,
But still kept at a distance.
My thirst unquenched. Hunger unsatisfied. Thoughts never having evolved into spoken words to caress your ears and ease my yearning spirit sail aimlessly into the depths of oblivion.
But still I am kept at a distance.
Maybe one day, as certain as we are that the sun will rise to open each new dawn, and set to close all that transpired within that day, just maybe,
There will be no more distance.
poem by Terry Holder
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I'd Be RICH!
I have never felt more examined,
Microscoped and discussed...
Than anytime in my life,
Than 'now'.
From thought process,
To how I digest my food...
To my beliefs and what I pray to,
As if I exist as a novelty.
Sometimes I feel,
That I am an animated mannequin,
For many.
And in 'some' folks eyes,
I can see the surprise when I speak...
With elocution, tone and diction intact.
And no where will I go,
Will I ever forget I am black.
Or...
Should I say African-American,
To be politically correct...
About the whole concept,
Of where folks' heads are at?
I have never felt more examined,
Microscoped and discussed...
Than anytime in my life,
Than 'now'.
And don't think it hasn't occurred to me,
That IF I carried a basketball...
AND tapped danced in a shopping mall.
I'd be RICH!
Even if I didn't have a clue,
As to what I was doing.
All I would have to do is to be entertaining.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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