Exhibit A
What appears,
Is a clear re-introduction of reality.
You can say it's Exhibit A.
The one quickly scanned...
When sweetened dreams,
Were distributed to be held...
In fat greedy hands.
Exhibit A depicted...
What would occur,
If deceit was released
To be inflicted.
But as always...
As temptations do.
Blind those who believe,
They are among the chosen few.
Those who are usually the ones left screwed.
Exhibit A...
Was not just there on display,
For folks to glance and walk away!
Exhibit A...
Though abstract!
Presented facts of discomforts.
Facts presented by those nonconforming.
Facts shouted out.
And now those degradations...
Come to visit,
Those who are being...
Economically tossed about,
In a suffering they were led to believe...
Would never be theirs to bear!
But...
No one prepared,
For Exhibit A to be harsh on them.
Not those who entertained their selfishness!
Not those who maintained and fed their whims.
Not today!
Not Exhibit A.
To begin all over again for 'them'!
And theirs.
Who flaunted their wares,
Without a mercy they cared to share!
What appears,
Is a clear re-introduction of reality.
You can say it's Exhibit A.
The one quickly scanned...
When sweetened dreams,
Were distributed to be held...
In fat greedy hands.
Now demanding full attention.
An attention that commands!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Megalo-Maniac Type Specific
Control. Control. Control.
All. All else. Everything else.
Death. Pain. Poverty.
Dealt with indifferently.
Rejecting charm in power quest
indomitable will to super impose.
The megalomaniac seeking
to be feared not to be loved.
Exhibit A: many lunatics
clearly certifiably insane.
Exhibit B: most presumed
great men of history?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Ang Kabangis Sa Iyang Silingan
ug ang iyang abogado mipakita
sa mga larawan:
exhibit 1: ang itsura
sa usa ka iring nga nabulhog
kay ang iyang usa ka
mata sa wala gilangkat
ginamit ang kutsilyo
exhibit 2: ang mga nangapaknit
nga panit sa iring nga abohon
gilaphawan sa ininit nga
tubig gikan sa kusina
exhibit 3: ang usa ka bag-ong
natawo nga iring, gamay pa
sa kuting nga gidat-ogan
sa galingan sa mais, napidyat
ug ang dugo misiplit ug
nakamantsa sa usa ka
puti nga t-shirt
mao kana ang mga ebidensya
batok sa iyang silingan nga mga iro
og pamatasan
ang misumbong mao
ang mga iring nga namarog
sa katakos sa ilang pangatarungan
nga dili gustong ibutang
sa ilang mga kawras ang balaod
sa ilang miyaw nga kalibotan
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Exhibition
Applicant, I am
Clean young flesh
Cubicles, we merge
And me so decent
Lock up my vehicle
Crack my walls
Im stealing new words
And me so honest
Someone took pictures
Just look at her go
Her presence exhausted me
Like spectators we are
I have no address
who are you?
Kiss my arse goodbye
The show goes rusty.
Simulate phone call
Face to face
Newspaper loose talk
You wreck my dreams
Exhibit a dog
So few of them left
Exhibit b god
The problem of death
Old sex, unclean
Do you still need the moon?
Recall no names
Dont ask me how are you?
Wheres my attendant
And where is my wife
Wait in the doorway
While I say goodnight
He looks like me
song performed by by Gary Numan
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Assigned And Commissioned
The picture,
On a canvas painted...
Depicts a specific image,
Much greater than that...
Than the stature presented,
By the creator who made it.
For purposes to solicit a public exhibit.
Certain people selected will be forgiven,
For misdeeds intended.
Since they have an ability to diffuse truth.
No matter how low,
They may stoop to deceive.
With a getting of a reprieve...
To contnue doing as they please.
However...
There is a placement unmistakable,
For others labelled too abstract.
And into custom fittings...
They are deceptively unmatched,
With a matted background...
Known and viewed by just a few,
To be inappropriate for the framing done.
The picture,
On the canvas painted...
Depicts a specific image,
Much greater than that...
Than the stature presented,
By the creator who made it.
For purposes to solicit a public exhibit.
But...
If the painter of a picture,
Is assigned and commissioned...
With a payment no one will turn down to refuse,
Who will not pocket and run...
With a job requested and satisfies when done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Should I Wear My 3-D Glasses?
Mommy...
Who are they in those cages?
'They are the ones,
Who couldn't believe
They were being deceived!
And when they discovered they were...
They went nuts.
And started roaming the streets.
Begging from those living in the inner city,
For food to eat! '
And who ar they over there?
'Those are the ones who lived in the inner city! '
How come they don't look crazy like the others?
'They've been used to being locked up.
Most of them all their lives! '
~Boston! You gotta bid higher than a 4 low,
If you playing with me.
Hey...
Bring me some chips and a Heinekein,
If there are any left.~
Mommy,
What's a 4 low?
'I don't know!
That exhibit has been there for years.'
How come their cage door is open,
And unlocked?
'Who knows?
Maybe they are just comfortable being there.
Come on.
Let's look at the new exhibit upstairs.
I really want you to see that one! '
Why mommy?
'That's the one they are talking about!
They actually have on display,
Several groups of different people...
Who are expressing affection, concern and respect
For each other.
I want you to see that one.
I don't believe it myself! '
What is that one called?
'Death of Pretensions.
It has been filmed! '
Should I wear my 3-D glasses?
'Yes! I'm glad you reminded me.
I want you to get front seats.
I want you to sit up close.
I'll be sitting right behind you.'
Why, mommy?
'I don't know if I'm ready for it.
Your young.
You can handle it.
While you are here...
I may go back to find out what a 'Boston' is! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Museum of Nothing
Although the museum had nothing on exhibit...
The people not believing this,
Would still come in droves to visit.
They would stand in line to wait.
And pay their fee to gain entry.
And inquire, once inside...
Why was nothing there,
To sustain them with pride.
And from room to vacant room,
They walked behind the tour guide!
So the board of directors,
Decided to please them all.
And changed the name of the museum!
The museum was renamed,
The Museum of Nothing.
And people came in the Winter,
Spring, Summer and Fall.
And 'nothing' it was affectionately called.
Although the museum had nothing on exhibit...
The people not believing this,
Would still come in droves to visit.
They would stand in line to wait.
And pay their fee to gain entry.
Some adjusting to the nothingness.
While others stood for hours,
Just to stare as if in disbelief.
Addicted to anything said to them.
And clearly easy to deceive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fouled Ploys
jejune proclamations.......
some, in particular.....
exhibit delusional views,
non-testicular....
honesty, bravery....gone by the boards....
to obfuscate facts, sway pliable hordes...
except, of course, poets....and others
who choose
to
cogitate, ponder..reflect, act...stay loose.... '>)
poem by that's how I intended to ... delilah contrapunctal
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I'm Not One Of Those Peephole Old People
I'm not a portrait painting on a canvas.
Waiting for a visit to exhibit.
I'm not one of those peephole old people...
Peeking out of keyholes all day,
Hey...
I,
Am much...
Alive.
I'm not a portrait painting on a canvas.
Waiting for a visit to exhibit.
I,
Am much...
Alive.
I,
Am much...
Alive.
I'm not one of those peephole old people,
Peeking out of keyholes all day!
I'm not a portrait painting on a canvas.
Waiting for a visit to exhibit.
I,
Am much...
Alive.
I,
Am much...
Alive.
I'm not a portrait painting on a canvas.
Waiting for a visit to exhibit.
I'm not one of those peephole old people...
Peeking out of keyholes all day,
Hey...
I'm not a portrait painting on a canvas.
Waiting for a visit to exhibit.
I'm not one of those peephole old people...
Peeking out of keyholes all day,
Hey...
I,
Am much...
Alive.
I'm not one of those peephole old people.
I,
Am much...
Alive.
Peeking out of keyholes all day.
I,
Am much...
Alive.
I'm not one of those peephole old people...
Peeking out of keyholes all day,
Hey...
I'm not a portrait painting on a canvas.
Waiting for a visit to exhibit.
I,
Am much...
Alive.
I,
Am much...
Alive.
I,
Am much...
Alive.
I'm not one of those peephole old people...
Peeking out of keyholes all day.
I'm not one of those peephole old people...
Peeking out of keyholes all day,
All day.
All day...
Hey!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Glossed Over To Shine And Gleem
What appeared in my mind,
At one time to have been abstract...
Has long cleared from my vision to obstruct.
No matter how abstract,
Those wishing to keep hidden out of sight those facts.
Hindrances I spent time to quiz,
Have vanished from the attention I had given.
I see now why the picture created had been distorted.
To eliminate those questions truth would support.
Now exported to never import or aborted to deport.
What appeared in my mind,
At one time to have been abstract...
Has long cleared from my vision to obstruct.
To realize there are reasons to confuse,
And corrupt a mind off-track to misguide.
And speeches delivered,
Have nothing to do with what is on exhibit.
Although those who seek glamour...
Are thrilled to hear from someone understanding,
How much they have a need to safeguard their delusions.
With a keeping of a tour glossed over to shine and gleem!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If the only way a library can offer an Internet exhibit about the New Deal is to hire a lawyer to clear the rights to every image and sound, then the copyright system is burdening creativity in a way that has never been seen before because there are no formalities.
quote by Lawrence Lessig
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Right now I am preparing for another art exhibit in November in Palm Desert.
quote by Dwayne Hickman
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An artist has every right - one may even say a duty - to exhibit his productions as prominently as he can.
quote by Jacques Barzun
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The fact that you are willing to say, ""I do not understand, and it is fine,"" is the greatest understanding you could exhibit.
quote by Wayne Dyer
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The thing that we possess, that machines don't, is the ability to exhibit wisdom.
quote by Herbie Hancock
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Good manners have much to do with the emotions. To make them ring true, one must feel them, not merely exhibit them.
quote by Amy Vanderbilt
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I still find it hard to understand that anyone could argue that you can't have machines that exhibit consciousness.
quote by Iain Banks
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The elements, if arranged according to their atomic weights, exhibit an apparent periodicity of properties.
quote by Dmitri Mendeleev
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Sana Boja
Hello Sana Boja my friend,
It is a very time since we met in Ghana;
And i hope you are now doing well in Gambia.
Try to exhibit your talents at all times and,
Do go for your dreams always;
And remember that you do have a friend in Ghana.
Your experiences in Ghana during your visit tells it all,
So do move on in life Sana Boja;
For i am what i am today with my mind always on a muse.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Catholic school graduates exhibit a wide variety of qualities that will not only help them in their careers but also in their family and community lives.
It is the besetting vice of democracies to substitute public opinion for law. This is the usual form in which the masses of men exhibit their tyranny.
quote by James F. Cooper
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