Exchanging On The Internet
A privacy expected,
When exchanging on the internet...
Those quick enhanced glances,
Openly shared with others one just met.
Is a foolish notion,
After posting...
Something to reveal!
That should be kept secret.
And away from those this may appeal.
Anyone upset,
To have their information...
Exposed and inspected,
By an unwanted nosiness...
Is someone wishing to probe quietly,
Other lives in the hope...
That their own steps followed,
Will be respected and not ones to regret.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We' Are 'Keyed' Expeditiously
IF you or 'I' had information that would upset...
The national security,
Of this government.
We would quickly be arrested.
And silenced our protests.
I doubt with seriousness...
If our actions would be gleefully consented!
And 'if' I released documents over the internet...
Anyone should make and get,
A guaranteed winning bet...
My next steps would take place,
In an infested cell with no visiting guests!
But these actions I mention,
Have been done by a respected service...
Known to almost everyone.
And the government has 'yet'...
To prevent or stop these threats,
By an internet service...
That is public accessed!
And you and I...
Are daily wiretapped,
With movements watched....
As our human rights go neglected and unprotected!
And 'we' are 'keyed' expeditiously!
With no peace to welcome.
Or sleep to rest!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Entanglements embracing all. for friend Thad
Website by website all ready
to defend access to the net.
Against all government’s already
trying to exert control, upset.
by their own inability
To keep up with the latest trends.
We threaten their stability
and use the net for our own ends.
To spread the truth, reveal the lies.
Which are told all too frequently.
By those in charge who cannot see
beyond their wish for secrecy
The internet will set us free.
Beyond control of government
which they admit reluctantly.
The internet defies their intent.
To impose their will on us
Some one will always whistle blow
to satisfy the curious
And tell us what we want to know.
The internet’s above the law.
Untamed and wild not always true
But it is better than before.
it can do as it wants to do.
Exchanging information
freely. As people ought to do.
Shared between every nation.
A concept which is not new.
Banned in the past by governments
who guarded secrets jealously.
Who penalised the discontents
They could not take seriously.
Knowledge is power so they thought.
They gloried in their secrecy.
All their attempts avail them naught.
the net erodes security.
The internet may prove to be
the greatest invention of mankind.
It will enforce transparency
on governments of every kind.
And lead to true democracy.
The present system was absurd.
Led to elected tyranny
The people’s wishes were not heard.
I am prepared to wait and see
If my assessment proves correct.
The speed of new technology
I have good reason to expect
Will change the world drastically.
Am I a hopeless optimist?
I think perhaps that I may be
but no one loves a pessimist
24/10/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Dirty Little Secret
Let me know that I've done wrong
When I've known this all along
I go around a time or two
Just to waste my time with you
Tell me all that you've thrown away
Find out games you don't wanna play
You are the only one that needs to know
I'll keep you my dirty little secret
(Dirty little secret)
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret
(Just another regret, hope that you can keep it)
My dirty little secret
Who has to know
When we live such fragile lives
It's the best way we survive
I go around a time or two
Just to waste my time with you
Tell me all that you've thrown away
Find out games you don't wanna play
You are the only one that needs to know
I'll keep you my dirty little secret
(Dirty little secret)
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret
(Just another regret, hope that you can keep it)
My dirty little secret
Who has to know
The way she feels inside (inside)
Those thoughts I can't deny (deny)
These sleeping dogs won't lie (won't lie)
And now I try to lie
It's eating me apart
Trace this life out
I'll keep you my dirty little secret
(Dirty little secret)
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret
(Just another regret)
I'll keep you my dirty little secret
(Dirty little secret)
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret
(Just another regret, hope that you can keep it)
My dirty little secret
Dirty little secret
Dirty little secret
Who has to know
Who has to know
song performed by by All American Rejects
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Background
You wish to find something in my background,
To soundly pound into the surrounding ground?
I've tested and teased and experimented too.
There is nothing that I hide,
In my background from you.
In fact my honesty may be more than you believe.
Every hair on my butt has been inspected for all to see.
And I keep in shape...
Just in case,
I am dared to moon!
My dignity I pride.
With an identity I trust!
But if you must probe into my background...
You can begin with my butt!
I am told it is one of my assets.
And I know that when I strut!
Proud am I to be so blessed...
With an abundance of 'gifts'
I shared and love to give...
With a less expected arresting seriousness,
Some live to inhabit within limited exhibits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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At The Expense Spent
Almost bare to nearly naked wearing feathers,
On a fashion runway with arms out stretched.
And the viewers watching this in prime-time on TV,
Are solicited to believe this temptress has secrets!
Hidden behind see through loosely fitting attachments.
While those assigned to probe the internet,
Hope to find anyone disobeying censorship laws...
That protect and not conflict with the innocence,
Of children maiming and killing enemies depicted...
Found conveniently on high priced video games.
And at the expense spent by parents wishing...
Their children less exposed to filth they might read!
Or perceived to bring to them mental harm,
That may cause them to commit deeds...
A wholesome and normal society declares is inappropriate.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Still Right For Me
Facing painful truths without getting
upset: we are taught youth should
last forever, an ideal to be achieved
through botox, hormone replacement
therapy and plastic surgery; but just
as I never succumbed to make-up,
I‘m failing in my duty to stay young
It is your right to be angry with me
for not being younger in an age of
increasing sex appeal, we're taught
to believe in physical performance
only, females are expected to fulfil
male fantasies based on artificial
acting in adult movies - therefore
You're right to blame me for being
a failure; I never became the siren
you were taught to dream of - BUT
I am joyful knowing you were just
right for me, the romance shared
was perfect- I'm sorry you were
upset when I told you this, sorry
That you feel I'm failing you today
because you are still right for me
and will always be…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Assumptions Kept
Are you the kind that gets upset...
When your assumptions kept,
Have been proven to be incorrect?
And when this is discovered,
Do you do your best to pretend to forget...
When in the presence of someone,
You hope has forgotten your disrespect?
Are you the kind that gets upset...
When your assumptions kept,
Have been proven to be incorrect?
And those assumptions had been shared,
By others also like you...
Assuming throughout their lives,
That what they hear about others is true.
Are you the kind that gets upset...
When your assumptions kept,
Have been proven to be incorrect?
And the only thing you can do is your best...
To prove to the ones you have done this to,
Is to prove to them you are not the fool...
You have shown yourself to be.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Believe You're The Joker
By whose definition,
Have you confined my inhibitions?
As if they're set to limits,
With conditions in the mix.
And if I am inhibited...
It is in way as I see fit.
As ammunition used,
To protect from nosiness.
You try to ride my privacy,
As if it's not mine!
To satisfy a need,
To please your sleazy snooping.
You try to cloak and hide,
Denial with hope!
To get me tricked,
By disguises you provoke.
By whose definition,
Have you confined my inhibitions?
As if they're set to limits,
With conditions in the mix.
And if I am inhibited...
It is in way as I see fit.
As ammunition used,
To protect from nosiness.
You try to cloak and hide,
Denial with hope!
To get me tricked,
By disguises you provoke.
And you believe,
You're the joker.
And I,
To be the joke.
But you are the one,
Who makes me laugh.
And you believe,
You're the joker.
And I,
To be the joke.
But you are the one,
Who makes me laugh.
And you believe,
You're the joker.
And I,
To be the joke.
But you are the one,
Who makes me laugh.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Interconnectedness.
The internet can’t be controlled
by any form of government
Because it’s gained too strong a hold.
Which came about by accident.
Nobody can control the flow
Although some governments still try
Of information to and fro
There is one simple reason why.
The common man has access to
What governments try to conceal
A system that’s completely new
Now people can safely reveal
The secrets of the powers that be.
The things we aren’t supposed to know
they can post anonymously
There’s nothing governments can do.
At last the people have a voice
no government can suppress
The powers that be have little choice
and in the future even less.
The internet is here to stay.
It’s up to us we must adjust.
WE can’t go back to yesterday
A world of mutual mistrust.
One thing we must appreciate.
Though information’s flowing free
It isn’t always accurate
We have to choose selectively.
What we accept what we reject
and draw our own conclusion.
I have good reason to suspect
more not less confusion.
The internet may prove to be
Either a blessing or a curse.
Though I believe quite honestly.
The internet won’t make things worse
Than when governments could decide
What people were allowed to know
To preserve the nations pride
They lied alike to friend and foe.
The internet has set us free
to find a different better way.
Though we will have to wait and see
What kind of price we have to pay.
Tuesday,22 February 2011
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Mary Had Six Little Lambs
Mary had six little lambs-
Six in all had she-
And they did some weird stuff
In their privacy.
Johnny chewed her underwear-
Such a naughty lamb-
While exposing his parts
On a video cam.
Tony was a film producer,
Shooting wild lamb chicks,
Posting them on internet
In some raunchy flicks.
Jim and Greg were real kinky-
All dressed up in drag-
There were recent centerforlds
In the Playlamb mag.
Pam and Suzie looked real nice
With their fine lamb jugs,
They were dancing for old goats
At a local club.
And when Mary was away,
All the lambs got loose,
Having wild and kinky sex,
Doing drugs and booze.
Mary had six little lambs-
Six in all had she-
And they did some weird stuff
In their privacy.
June 11,2008
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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Travel Deep Beneath What Is Believed
You've got to give yourself a chance,
To probe your own mind.
And travel deep,
Beneath beliefs!
Before you try to comprehend,
Or take the time to probe mine.
I want to keep,
My privacy unseen.
Because I am not on the surface.
Freely skating,
Or looking for escapes...
To immulate.
Since I can be...
A lot to handle!
Because I don't travel on the surface.
I can be naive,
And free of scandle.
With a tinge of innocence...
That can be thought offensive.
Since I can be...
A lot to handle!
And travel deep,
Beneath what is believed.
You've got to give yourself a chance,
To probe your own mind.
And travel deep,
Beneath beliefs!
Before you try to comprehend,
Or take the time to probe mine.
I want to keep,
My privacy unseen.
Since I can be...
A lot to handle!
And travel deep,
Beneath what is believed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Angels are for real
There is something inside that I feel
An inner strengthening of my will
What’s the big deal?
Let me reveal
Angels are for real
There's nothing to conceal
This secret you can steal
I say as I kneel
Angels are for real
I quietly appeal
With such zeal
Angels are for real
Luck they bring
With each wing
Love they air as they sing
Always there when you squeal
Whilst eating your last meal
Right by the steering wheel
Angels are a thrill
Angels are for real
They have the power to heal
Surreal as a dream!
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Privacy
Depending on the degree of one's privacy,
It is recommended...
One chooses to say nothing.
And if one 'does' one should create.
Privacy is not respected.
And having a peace of mind,
Many people who will never have it...
Don't understand it and that is what they hate!
'I told her not to say a word to anyone.
And she couldn't wait until I got off the telephone...
To tell my business to everyone.
And she calls herself a 'friend'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Effects Of A Secret Leaks
The effects of a secret leaks.
And those trusted with it,
Claim to now feel threatened?
By what?
Their guilt?
If a secret leaks to achieve the expected...
Why would those unknown,
To have kept the secret...
Between themselves,
Feel 'now' their identities will be exposed?
To who, what or whom?
If a mission successfully has been accomplished...
Only those chosen,
Should be invited to celebrate the outcome.
Unless some are feeling slighted,
Because they weren't invited.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A New Year
We stand on the threshold of a new year
and what will it bring,
misery, heartaches or happiness and love?
The future is not ours to see
and what lies ahead is a mystery
that is never solved until it evolves.
With all the blessings shared,
we can only hope that it will
be better than the last,
that all the good things will inherit our lives.
It is hope shared by millions as each New Year arrives.
Let us all hope that this New Year
will be the best in our lives.
Happy New Year and God Bless
to everyone who reads this.
1 January 2011
poem by David Harris
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Globalistas
Globalistas outreach to speak.
Inspired wired and wireless alike...
Connecting shared perspective thoughts,
Over the internet.
To let an awareness be known and texted.
Through email and downloads,
In a communication explosion.
Exploring with fingertips...
Without a phone call to place.
Or a mouth with lips with a voice to lift.
Gone are those days when simple dialtones amazed.
These 'globalistas' have minds more advanced.
Using mental skills that are much more enhanced...
Than those still romancing times long gone.
And few care to remember as the 'good-old-days'.
Note:
'Globalistas' as defined by Lawrence S. Pertillar...
'Those who use internet services to communicate globally.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wishin' I Was There
Take your hand
And place it in my pocket
Flick your eyes back in their sockets
Put those thoughts away
Sometimes they're much too loud.
I'll take a breath
And cradle your sweet head
Should've stayed at home in bed
Put that face away
I'm melting for you
[chorus]>[/chorus]
I dreamt
About another girl in bed with you
You just laughed and smiled
Denied the proof
We're fine 'till I think of the problem (heh)
I wish it made sense
Like a joke that no one gets
It's a life without regret
I want it to feel that way, forever and ever
[repeat chorus]
No, don't say you love me
Don't say you need me
I really don't think that's fair
Oh, I'm not so dumb
But when you leave me
I'll be wishing I, wishing I, wishing I was there with you
Wishing I, wishing I, wishing I was there
Wishing I, wishing I, wishing I was there with you
song performed by by Natalie Imbruglia
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With Limping Limbs. And Drooping Leaves
Upon its first sighting,
As a possible defect.
A protection immediately instigated,
Should have gone into effect.
With a nipping of this in the bud.
At a minimal regret.
And such steps taken...
Would have warranted a growth,
All participating would have accepted.
But too many pretending,
What was taking place...
Did not affect.
And today...
What has been inspected,
Is a contamination...
Of the entire tree.
With limping limbs.
And drooping leaves.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Something Of a Higher Consciousness Knows Everything
We were all given the same rules.
And the consequences for disobeying them,
Were tested.
By more than just a few.
Why many are protesting the results,
Of those tests...
That upset them to experience their distress,
Is their lesson not mine.
I struggle very hard and fight against temptation.
And I don't always win.
However,
Those lessons I accepted...
I had never expected them to end.
Maybe that is why,
I am not afraid to make mistakes...
And learn until my tears cried dry.
Whereas...
Others may repeatedly ask for a forgiveness.
And believing they are secretly in discreet.
With a perception that what is done,
Can not be seen by 'deities' beyond.
With a hiding of their business,
Away from public scrutiny.
And I am not that foolish...
To think what I do,
Is not spiritually viewed and judged too!
If I can oberved 5th graders doing exactly,
Those things I've done...
And they ignore me as if I am invisible?
I know that very same thing is being done to me.
Something of a higher consciousness,
Knows everything about my exiistence.
And praying everyday is what I do!
'Dear Father?
I know You can see me.
But here's the deal.
And my appeal...'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Decree As Sacrilege
If I don't like what you say...
I don't like what you say!
I am not going to condemn you...
Because your views are not what I want them to be!
Or that I believe my outlook with values attached,
Are better than yours.
However...
If you do attack my values that are valid to me,
I will get angry!
Especially those I can not defend,
When I become offended by the embarrassment...
Of blatant hyprocisy I 'may' live or express openly!
'That' I will decree as sacrilege!
Even though your truth exposes my pretense!
And an obvious reality of your comments...
Based on actuality I would like to keep hidden!
There should be somethings kept and left respected,
As being totally false and a paradox of my existence.
And...
I just might hate you for that!
You have no right to interfere,
Or probe into my interpretations!
They are 'my' interpretations of truths.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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