Excavate
A people who have taken effective action,
To impede with a guarantee...
Others do not succeed with oppressive measures,
Applied to suppress to distress whom they please.
With beliefs they teach lessons of authority and control.
Can not keep themselves distant from their own impementation.
Since those who do learn from lessons like these,
Are eventually those who discover themselves trapped.
History repeated should teach them that!
There is more than enough of recycled facts.
A digging of a hole to impose on others restrictions,
Exposes addictions to ignorance and insecurities.
And not comprehending this...
Those who eventually excavate an advanced society,
Ruined by a hatred but waited much too late,
To rise above and leave behind petty indignities.
With a feeding of a feast that left them all crazed in mind.
And the findings of those who investigate,
Can be seen scrathing their heads in disbelief...
How histories repeated never seem to teach.
'What on this God made Earth could they've been thinking? '
~Those who greed do not become their own worse enemies.~
'Look at this one...
Buried with gold chains and sneakers.'
~Put them with the others we discovered holding make up kits,
Barbells and wrapped diet snacks.~
'Can you tell if they were male, female, black, brown or yellow? '
~Hey...
They're just a bunch of bones to me.
Let's move to the next bombed out site.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Teach Them Young
We teach them young,
What to dislike.
And...
To separate into divisons,
With preferences selected.
We teach them young,
How to hate and who to fight.
With weapons used to kill.
And incite with mindless deeds.
We...
Teach them this!
We teach them,
With a rehabilitation done...
To respect laws when broken.
With the best of pretentions kept.
We...
Teach them this!
We teach them young,
The art of deception.
Self righteousness and hypocriscy.
And then when they reflect these lessons taught...
We teach them denial to have others believe.
We teach them young with a doing done they do!
And yet we get upset with regrets to protest those tests,
They have passed.
With accusations directed at others to blame,
For implimenting those tasks we teach.
We...
Teach them young!
With a doing of this not to admit.
As we wish for escape from their commitments,
Made.
We...
Teach them young.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Upon the Table of Fulfilled Wishes
Teach me not to nibble and feed,
On an appetite of my own selfish needs.
I am seeking a new diet,
That inspires a fresh insight.
With a brightness that incites,
A joyous excitement.
Teach me to appreciate all that I am.
Help me reach out to others...
To awaken that view,
Enabling them to see 'that' within them too!
If you've come to teach me greed.
Teach me to crave the gluttony of happiness.
Teach me to instruct others...
Deception is not a taste,
To welcome with an invitation...
At this grand feast to take place!
Teach me not to nibble and feed,
On an appetite of my own selfish needs.
Teach me to know that my happiness and joy...
Can only be fed,
If others are encouraged to also share.
Bringing with them a dish...
To spread upon the table of fulfilled wishes,
In this season of blessings to caress!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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State Of Our Souls
The state of my soul
is my problem
the state of your soul
is your problem
why judge in states
of isolated imperfection
the states of our souls
are individual journeys
life holds your challenge lessons
to teach your imperfect soul
life holds my demanding lessons
to teach philosophical lessons universal
imperfection is price of entrance
into this world of testing sorrows
imperfection is imbalance of disharmony
allowing hardships to teach lessons
no soul can learn refining lessons
in a garden of happiness
no soul can endure perfect creation
until emotive dross is burned purity
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Teach Me O Moon
Teach me O moon to be just like you
Teach me O moon to glow brightly as you do
To glow so strongly more than any shiny star
Teach me O moon to be so beautiful as you are
To be an example of the ultimate talking beauty
Teach me O moon to perform well my duty
As thou always do when you show up every night
And spread to the whole dark world thy shy light
Teach me O moon to always rise whenever I fall
And to break with the hammer of determination that wall
The wall of hardships, sorrows, despair and darkness
The wall of ignorance, pessimism, weakness and sadness
Teach me O moon to always return for the beloved ones
And to be like a tender mother to her sons
Teach me O moon to soar up in the vast sky
So that people shall raise their heads to see me flying high
Teach me O moon to be always so peaceful and calm
And teach me O moon to be always better than I am
poem by Jawad Al Harake
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Teach Me How To Fly
It's never to late to open the gate.
'Teach me.
Teach me.'
Age is nothing but an excuse to make.
'Teach me to free myself.
Teach me like no one else.'
Moons come and those Summers go.
It's never too late to open the gate.
Minds in fear keep those dreams slowed.
Age aint nothing but an excuse to make.
'Teach me.
Teach me.
Teach me how to fly.'
It's never too late to open the gate.
'Teach me,
I'd like to try.'
You're the only one who decides it's too late.
You're the only one afraid to open the gate.
You're the one with urges wishing to escape.
'Why can't you reach me to teach me,
To break away from those limits made? '
You're the only one who decides it's too late.
You're the only one afraid to open the gate.
You're the one with urges wishing to escape.
'Teach me.
Teach me.
Teach me how to fly.'
I can't.
It was something I desired.
And with that desire...
I found it could be done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That men do not learn very much from the lessons of history is the most important of all the lessons that history has to teach.
quote by Aldous Huxley
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Willful Ignorance
If I could teach the people
to open their eyes,
look past the darkness,
reach for the skies,
I'd teach them hope,
acceptance, to be free,
replace their ignorance,
sorrow, and greed.
It's a sad thing
when people won't learn.
Willful ignorance
is a stain, a burn.
The bane of the world
stems from this woe,
which kills our ability,
as a people, to grow.
Racism, sexism, opression
of different creeds,
are evil detriments
which invariably impede
the devoted progression
of knowledge profound,
the myriad amplification
of countless minds unbound.
poem by Lydia Thacker
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I Will Teach Others
I will teach others to avoid my mistakes.
It will make them know the fakes.
During the lessons we’ll have breaks
And have tea with sweet cakes.
I will teach others different wonders,
Not to step twice on the same rakes
And not to have the heads aches.
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Lessons
THERE are who teach only the sweet lessons of peace and safety;
But I teach lessons of war and death to those I love,
That they readily meet invasions, when they come.
poem by Walt Whitman
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Teachers
I met a woman long ago
Her hair the black that black can go
Are you a teacher of the heart
Soft she answered no.
I met a girl across the sea
Her hair the gold that gold can be
Are you a teacher of the heart
Yes but not for thee.
I met a man who lost his mind
In some lost place I had to find
Follow me the wise man said
But he walked behind.
I walked into a hospital
Where none was sick and none was well
When at night the nurses left
I could not walk at all.
Morning came
And then came noon
Dinner time the scalpel blade
Lay beside my silver spoon
Some girls wander by mistake
Into the mess that scalpels make
Are you the teachers of my heart
We teach old hearts to break.
One morning I woke up alone
The hospital, the nurses gone
Have I carved enough, my lord
Child, you are bone.
I ate and ate and ate,
No, I did not miss a plate
Well, how much do these suppers cost
Well take it out in hate.
I spent my hatred every place
On every work on every face
Someone gave me wishes
And I wished for an embrace.
Several girls embraced me,
Then I was embraced by men
Is my passion perfect
No, do it once again.
I was handsome, I was strong
I knew the words of every song
Did my singing please you
No, the words you sang were wrong.
Who is it whom I address
Who takes down what I confess
Are you the teachers of my heart
We teach old hearts to rest.
Well, teachers are my lessons done
I cannot do another one
They laughed and laughed and said
Well, child are your lessons done.
Are your lessons done
Are your lessons done.
song performed by by Leonard Cohen
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Teachers
(leonard cohen)
I met a woman long ago
Her hair the black that black can go,
Are you a teacher of the heart?
Soft she answered no.
I met a girl across the sea,
Her hair the gold that gold can be,
Are you a teacher of the heart?
Yes, but not for thee.
I met a man who lost his mind
In some lost place I had to find,
Follow me the wise man said,
But he walked behind.
I walked into a hospital
Where none was sick and none was well,
When at night the nurses left
I could not walk at all.
Morning came and then came noon,
Dinner time a scalpel blade
Lay beside my silver spoon.
Some girls wander by mistake
Into the mess that scalpels make.
Are you the teachers of my heart?
We teach old hearts to break.
One morning I woke up alone,
The hospital and the nurses gone.
Have I carved enough my lord?
Child, you are a bone.
I ate and ate and ate,
No I did not miss a plate, well
How much do these suppers cost?
Well take it out in hate.
I spent my hatred everyplace,
On every work on every face,
Someone gave me wishes
And I wished for an embrace.
Several girls embraced me, then
I was embraced by men,
Is my passion perfect?
No, do it once again.
I was handsome I was strong,
I knew the words of every song.
Did my singing please you?
No, the words you sang were wrong.
Who is it whom I address,
Who takes down what I confess?
Are you the teachers of my heart?
We teach old hearts to rest.
Oh teachers are my lessons done?
I cannot do another one.
They laughed and laughed and said, well child,
Are your lessons done?
Are your lessons done?
Are your lessons done?
song performed by by 16 Horsepower
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Teach Me How to Eat
If you notice I stay hungry,
Teach me how to eat.
If you notice no baloney,
Teach me how to eat.
More discipline I may be needing.
Teach me how to eat.
More seriousness I may yet miss.
Teach me how to eat.
No medications do I take,
To keep a pace that irritates.
No longer young with dumb ideals.
Teach me how to eat.
I wish a peace that keeps me feeding.
So teach me how to eat.
I see in you more than in some.
The ones who can not overcome.
I see some stumble as others run.
But you,
Know how to eat.
Success you've reached and still you seek.
Teach me how to eat...
I'm hungry.
Teach me how to eat.
Success you've reached and still you seek.
Teach me how to eat...
I'm hungry.
Teach me how to eat.
If you notice I stay hungry,
Teach me how to eat.
If you notice no baloney,
Teach me how to eat.
I'm hungry.
Teach me how to eat.
Teach me how to eat.
I'm hungry.
Teach me how to eat.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Of The Children?
Who will teach our children?
Who will teach our children? I speak not
of the lessons of school, but those of
life, living and those of God.
Who will teach our children, that in
war no one wins and all humanity loses
a part of who we are.
Who will teach our children, that God,
morality, honesty, love and respect are
the coner stones of the civilized world.
Without them, mankind will crumble and
disappeared forever more.
Who will teach our children of compassion
for their fellow man and respect for anothers
God, or color or creed?
Who will teach our children, all these things
and more?
The answer is whispered in your love...beating
in your heart....and echoed in your soul.
Who will teach our children? ...It must be you.
WHO WILL TEACH THE CHILDREN? (rated 24)
Who will teach our children?
Who will teach our children? I speak not
of the lessons of school, but those of
life, living and those of God.
Who will teach our children, that in
war no one wins and all humanity loses
a part of who we are.
Who will teach our children, that God,
morality, honesty, love and respect are
the coner stones of the civilized world.
Without them, mankind will crumble and
disappeared forever more.
Who will teach our children of compassion
for their fellow man and respect for anothers
God, or color or creed?
Who will teach our children, all these things
and more?
The answer is whispered in your love...beating
in your heart....and echoed in your soul.
Who will teach our children? ...It must be you.
Who Will Teach The Children?
Who will teach our children?
Who will teach our children? I speak not
of the lessons of school, but those of
life, living and those of God.
Who will teach our children, that in
war no one wins and all humanity loses
a part of who we are.
Who will teach our children, that God,
morality, honesty, love and respect are
the coner stones of the civilized world.
Without them, mankind will crumble and
disappeared forever more.
Who will teach our children of compassion
for their fellow man and respect for anothers
God, or color or creed?
Who will teach our children, all these things
and more?
The answer is whispered in your love...beating
in your heart....and echoed in your soul.
Who will teach our children? ...It must be you.
So I Ask You...What Of The Children?
Who will teach our children?
Who will teach our children? I speak not
of the lessons of school, but those of
life, living and those of God.
Who will teach our children, that in
war no one wins and all humanity loses
a part of who we are.
Who will teach our children, that God,
morality, honesty, love and respect are
the corner stones of the civilized world.
Without them, mankind will crumble and
disappeared forever more.
Who will teach our children of compassion
for their fellow man and respect for anothers
God, or color or creed?
Who will teach our children, all these things
and more?
The answer is whispered in your love...beating
in your heart....and echoed in your soul.
Who will teach our children? ...It must be you.
Picking Segments To Be Neglected
Different are the teachers of today,
Who are challenged to teach lessons...
To collective minds,
Sitting with a desire to be taught...
And learn in times desperate for thinkers.
A future invested can not be molested,
With a selecting to dissect...
Which part of a unified society,
Should receive a better treatment.
While picking segments to be neglected.
Those expecting to rise to leave others beneath,
Has not proven to be of benefit...
To a quality of life that has steadily decreased.
Nor has this strategy,
Eliminated a tragedy created by division.
And the need for discipline and respect is overwhelming.
As those who now see...
The feeding of ignorance and mediocrity,
Does not influence success.
Nor promises greatness to reflect the best.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Success It Does Not Matter?
it does not matter
to me
if I do not succeed
fly free
to try and not triumph succeed
is not to purpose fail
hope is joy ever undaunted freed
a maze convoluted tail
simple lessons of faith
do matter
lessons of vital experience
teach faster
God will upon this world not wait
silent forever
angels last souls do gather late
judgement nearer
each human soul chooses its fate
heaven or hell each soul will discover
sentenced not to years a thousand
patrol release earned forbidden forever
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Those They Choose And Select
No one should disrespect another,
Period!
Although people do.
And those they choose and select,
To do this may never forget it.
Especially if one becomes picked,
To then decide to teach a few lessons.
And all the teachers that I had,
Who wanted to achieve progress...
Often tested to catch us by surprise.
'I know this wasn't announced...
But I've got something for you.
Some of you who have paid attention,
Are going to do very well.
The others,
Who have taken this process for granted...
Will eventually learn from their own mistakes.
And sometimes those are the most difficult ones to face.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Few Are Making Positive Deposits
The best way to teach,
Fools that can not be reached...
Who stay stubbornly out of touch.
Walk away!
And leave them to be fools.
Preaching never taught any lessons!
Especially if those lessons taught,
Have not been sought to value!
The best way to teach,
Fools that can not be reached...
Who stay stubbornly out of touch.
Walk away!
And leave them to be fools.
Preaching never taught any lessons!
Especially if those lessons taught,
Have not been sought to value!
And time wastefully spent...
Is not time returned.
Especially if investments are expected,
To reflect healthy dividends.
And few are making positive deposits...
To encourage the flourish of them!
The best way to teach,
Fools that can not be reached...
Who stay stubbornly out of touch.
Walk away!
And leave them to be fools.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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