Exhibits
They haven't learned to let things go.
Listen to their conversations,
Diced with bitterness and things
That happened to them many years ago!
Notice the wheezing and premature aging.
They speak of leaving,
Although nothing they do now is accountable!
The ones over there pointing?
They have no clue who they harass.
And could care less if you asked them.
They are the community victimizers.
Also 'leaders' picked who lack abilities.
They speak of unity,
When their children are arrested for crimes!
Of course they do not see themselves to blame.
And the last of the exhibits,
Are the new arrivals.
They are recruited from various places,
To enact as replacements!
You will observe their ambitious natures,
For at least six months...
Until they too begin to wonder,
'Who' inflicts and controls the madness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Is That Outlook More Positive For You?
'I had no clue this was going on.'
It has.
But you have not expressed an interest.
'What can I do to become more involved? '
In what?
The chaos?
The divisions that present themselves,
All over the place?
The teaching of the disrespectful children?
And their parents who have enabled their behavior?
Or do you want to make speeches...
To those pretending to listen,
But have learned the tecnique od falling to sleep...
Unnoticed.
'I see you still have a negative outlook on things? '
Isn't that odd?
You said that to me years ago.
And here on this very day,
You have expressed a desire to get involved.
Okay!
Let's call what you see...
An observation of a lacking of community outreach.
With a unity guaranteed to destroy a thinking mind.
Is that outlook more positive for you?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If for a tranquil mind you seek,
These things observe with care:
Of whom you speak, to whom you speak,
And how, and when and where.
If for a tranquil mind you seek, These things observe with care Of whom you speak, to whom you speak, And how, and when and where.
The War Winners
The war winners always write the war history and as for those in war who have known defeat
They never do know of adulation and with a sad ending they meet
Arrested and tried for war crimes and executed for crimes against humanity
The victorious war leaders are feted as heroes though they seem no less guilty to me
Than those who are known as war losers in war far too many do die
And that the victorious of war crimes not guilty in truth of course only a lie
How can the one who order the bombings that killed thousands of people be seen as one quite free of taint
When they are guilty of mass murder and a murderer cannot be a saint
Why do we make heroes of villians two wrongs never do make a right
Though the winner is always the hero that's how it is in every fight
And the war dead with tears are remembered and the war mothers weep for their dead
Though their dead children helped to win the war and good things of them have been said.
The war winners write the war history that's how it is and it will always be
But history itself keeps repeating of war will we ever be free
If the victorious war leaders were not treated as heroes and for their war crimes arrested and tried
We may not have had war in the first place and so many young people may not have died.
poem by Francis Duggan
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All Come Down
(Here it goes and
There it goes again
Such as innocence
It’s important where and when
I saw that car come in
And back out of my eyes
And along with you
My innocence dies)
It’s been seven years and a week since it happened
And all I see when such irony comes around
Was how it is that though you’re gone
I’m the one whose been buried underground
I haven’t ate in days, haven’t slept in a week
Haven’t spoke in months yet too hoarse to speak
I wish it would all come down soon
I wish I could lie down soon…
poem by Anderson Greenwald
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Let The Children Speak
Time - way out of line
A whole nation waits outside
The rhythm of tomorrow
They can dance away their sorrows tonight
Lost - broken and scarred
Prisoner waits outside with his lone heart beating
Let the children, let the children
Let the children, let the children speak
Let the children - let the children speak
Aims - dangerous games
Their mother says one false move and we all get hurt
I feel this sense of power I feel it every hour tonight
Lets not get lazy tonight
Things could get crazy cos
One more kick and the door cracks open
Let the children, let the children
Let the children, let the children speak
Let the children, let the children
Let the children, let the children
Power to the powerless strength unto the weak
Let the children, let the children
Let the children, let the children speak
Im begging you now let the children, let the children
Let the children, let the children
Power to the powerless, strength unto the weak
Let the children, let the children
Let the children, let the children speak
Lets not get lazy tonight
Things could get crazy cos
One last kick and the door cracks open
Let the children, let the children
Let the children, let the children speak
Power to the powerless, strength unto the weak
Let the children, let the children
Let the children, let the children speak
Things could get crazy tonight
Lets not get lazy cos
One last kick and the door cracks open
Let the children, let the children
Let the children, let the children speak
Im begging you now
Let the children, let the children
Let the children, let the children
Power to the powerless, strength unto the weak
Let the children, let the children
Let the children, let the children speak
The language of this world
Lets not get lazy cos
One false move and we all get hurt
Let the children, let the children
Let the children, let the children speak
The language of this world
Things could get crazy
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song performed by by Simple Minds
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Children Speak To Children Do You
women raging against
men; of
men loving
off men; of
wo/men; loving off
women listening to
wo/men, because
children don't have mind
between/two because
wo/men move
on, because
wo/men haven't learned
how to
listen, to hear
listen, now to your ear
children speak as
children; do!
poem by Is It Poetry
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Be ambitious
Be ambitious
But, cautiously
Keeping in view
The nature and extent
Of your strengths
And after weighing
Your weaknesses
Be ambitious of
Harnessing strengths of others
For raising a human race
For collective growth and
Harmonious co-existence
Not of developing a mass
For a mad and unquestioned following
Be ambitious
Of becoming something yourself
Not of becoming a owner
Of material significance
Be ambitious
Of evolving new values to life
Not of adding values
To things in your possession
Be ambitious
Of helping others
Realize new dimensions of existence
Not of helping them
Just to exist
Be ambitious
Of bringing more and more
Into your affectionate bond of love
Not of keeping others
Into your fold because of fear for you
Or favour from you
Be ambitious of
Knowing yourself better
Not of making others
Understand you better
Be ambitious of
Becoming a model human being
For others to emulate
Not of copying or emulating
Someone’s model
Be ambitious of
Being special
Not of forcing others
To feel that you are special
Be ambitious of
Leaving a mark of yourself
On the community you belong to
Resisting the community
Stamp on you
Its symbols, myths, dogmas
And less established faiths
Simply,
Be ambitious of
Becoming a beloved
Compassionate and
Complete human being
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Young, Patriotic And Undeniably Brave
Discharged from the Air Force.
Married and living independently.
And at 21 years old...
I was then with wife,
And we lived in Kansas City, Missouri.
42 years ago,
Seems to me a 'century'.
And today,
At the age of 63...
I can certainly confess,
I am extremely blessed.
As I observe the lack of discipline,
Allowed by the guardians of today's children.
I remain very curious,
As to 'why' more people...
Are not showing they are furious?
And exactly 'who' are 'they' who speak,
Of values gone undisplayed?
With nerve to say,
How 'others' should be held accountable!
And many of 'us' in those days,
Were young, patriotic and undeniably brave.
Dedicated:
To those young men and women,
who 'still' volunteer to enter into the military...
for a cause that should be more applauded!
Bless your efforts, dedication and sacrifice.
~lsp~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When Something Said Might Make Sense
Two things I have learned not to do!
Give an opinion even if asked.
Or express my beliefs,
To family members who have not a clue...
What it is I do, when it gets done.
Or can connect an aging process,
With experience.
At least,
Not as being factors to one's maturity and wisdom.
I've learned,
Whether relatives or not or just friends...
People become easily offended,
When something said might make sense.
And has credibility!
Especially in times,
When many minds are on prolonged vacations.
And some are stuck in Summer.
Without a Spring, Fall or Winter to recall.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unity
As I watched the inauguration
of the forty fourth President of the United States.
I waited eagerly to listen to his address.
He spoke of many things,
but the message of unity came out loud and clear.
A unity between all peoples
regardless of their colour, religion or creed.
Working together we could create a better world
for our children and their children.
As he spoke I agreed with his every word
and could only hope and pray he was right.
We live in a troubled world
and only when the walls of hatred crumble
will the unity begin.
Then the violence will subside
and unity will heal all the open wounds.
Let us pray that day will not be too far in the future.
21 January 2009
poem by David Harris
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Over it all
I wonder what is going on,
everyone is screaming because they are spoilt.
I am in massive pain right through me,
No one seems to care or show mw any sympathy.
How can everyone expect me to listen to their bullshit when no one listens to mine.
I know everyone is not perfect and stuff,
but why is it always me who seems to be taking the blame for things I didn't do
so I could go somewhere on the weekend.
I am another Cinderella and my family don't care.
I come on here everyday to new message of people who actually show concern,
that is sad that my family cannot even show that to me.
They worry about themselves and no one else.
The one person that truly cares I barely ever see.
It makes things hard in this world and no one feels the same.
I feel so drained.
This does not seem like a poem because of not many rhymes but I know many more crimes.
Someone please notice me,
I pushed my family a way,
well they pushed me away from them by all that they have done.
They hurt me,
the family fueds I am over.
Maybe someone should shut up and listen to me for a change.
27/5/2009
By Tessa Marsland-Pettigrove
poem by Tessa Marsland Pettigrove
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A Wisdom Patiently Achieved
Looking at them,
Anyone would perceive them to be...
Adults.
But listening to their conversations...
And hearing from them speak,
An overwhelming immaturity...
Immediately those mature,
Would detect a childishness limiting...
Their ability to be accountable.
Or any seriousness taken of responsibilities.
And flaunt they do,
Their children conceived.
With few of them understanding their parental deeds.
Leaving themselves and their communities,
Lacking in comprehension...
Of a discipline and what it takes,
To succeed.
With an applying of experience,
And a combination of mistakes made...
That requires a wisdom patiently achieved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Speak Often
we speak often...
of revolution, yet
we almost never speak,
of the old woman left alone,
her husband dead two years...
who sits in the dark,
and sometimes eats,
and cant see to clean her house.
we speak of peace,
and send troops to liberate,
teaching seperation in our churches.
we speak of hope,
yet horde all we can,
and keep our revolvers loaded.
we speak of justice
in terms of 'i' and 'they'....
and applaud wordplay in our courtrooms...
we speak of equality,
then call each race by name,
and demand that they speak english.
we speak of god as holier than thou...
never understanding dialogue and dissolution....
we speak a lot, yet cannot listen...
what fools we are!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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She's Taunting Me
She's taunting me by being online all the time
Taunting me by being bored and available
Taunting me because there is something insatiable
Some desire to talk to her, to know her, to show her a sign
Of my affection, a desire to fix things so that we can friends again
A desire to fix things so that maybe we can be more
A desire to fix things by speaking about the issues at the core
Of what happened, of what I did, of how sorry, regretful of that time when
I made a mistake and lost a helper, maybe even a friend
Did that damage I'm not sure if I can mend
But making things right again isn't enough
Even though I know things would be rough
I still want to be more, so stop taunting me!
Why are you always online? ! Why are you there! ? Can't you see?
This is hurting me because I still want you
That's why I did those things, yes those mistakes, Yea me the guy who
Normally is the leader or the one with a cool head
But I forgot what I knew
Cause I was blinded by my emotions, my love for you
That's why I said what I said
I'm sorry for what I did
I would have never been hard on you if not for my love
I would have never expected you to be more pure than a dove
I would have never slid
Backwards and forgotten my reason and wisdom
Sorry, sorry, and sorry again blame my affection
So please stop because you're taunting me
I wish to speak with you
I wish you'd speak with me too
You know I'd talk for hours, maybe then you'd see
That's why I did what I did, and I regret it, you're more important
You're the girl that I want
So either notice me and let's make things right
Or stop taunting me.... get out of my sight
Because I can't take it when you're around me and there's tension
I can't take it when you're there but we're not friends and I'm vilified
I'm not your enemy, but soon these emotions will have died
I want to be more to you, I want you to dropp the aversion
To me, dropp your walls and let me back in
I'm sorry for my sin
So please either stop taunting me or turn and walk away
I can't take you, you're too much for me, I can't help but want you
I can't help but know, that you don't want me too
I'm not dumb... so stop the torture, she's taunting me, taunting me how fey
She's taunting me, taunting me again.
poem by David Knox
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For Enriqueta
be quiet, she will speak
what she buried many years ago
in the mausoleum of her
heart and soul
she is angry
and she has nobody
she is furious
and she has no place
to dissipate
her anger her fury her hate
her indifference as
shield
was all too weak for
her defense
be quiet,
let her speak her lines
she has learned to live the life
of an actress
let us all listen to her now
let us be sponges to absorb
the waters of her disappointments
we must listen now
let us know what she
will unearth
for if not
she will shatter like a dainty piece of glass
she will dissolve like air to a hazy atmosphere
she will disentangle into broken pieces
she will be lost
the process will be irreversible
and she will be lost forever
look at her eyes filled with anger
do not be deceived
she is not a bomb
she is a treasure wanting to be found
symbols and lines and directions
pointing to an 'x' saying that
she is still here
come, come, let us listen
our dear enriqueta is now singing....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Old age is a frame of mind
I saw my only son today
and noted to my great dismay
his hair is now completely grey.
I think that this must be Natures way
of pointing out I’m older too.
A fact with which I can’t argue.
That does not mean I should not do
the things that I’m still able to.
I lack the youthful energy
I used to squander wastefully
But what I have I use wisely.
I am not old; refuse to be.
The passing years I just ignore
don’t even count them anymore.
30-Jan-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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They Did The Best They Could
Those who say,
They can not understand...
Why their children lack respect and discipline,
Will always say they did the best they could...
To raise them to be good children.
But the teaching to them to be responsble men,
And women accountable for their actions?
Well...many with children are too busy,
Wanting their children to see them as their friends.
And not examples of adults to set for them.
'And...
How many children do you have? '
None.
'OH?
And you think you can speak on this,
From a position of authority? '
No.
I speak from a position of having peace of mind.
I will never be envious of those emotionally manipulated,
For the rest of their lives.
However...
I have often wanted grandchildren.
'But...
Wouldn't you have to have children FIRST? '
And that one 'detail' alone...
Is the reason why,
I chose to keep my peace of mind.
'It's never too late you know? '
Didn't you just hear me say,
I chose to keep my peace of mind,
Over sitting in a prison cell for the rest of my life?
'No.
I didn't hear that last statement.'
It came to me quickly as a vision.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Speak A Bit Of That Moment
Speak a bit of that moment,
A moment that contains centuries,
A moment that halts time,
A moment when someone sees
A route leading beyond the cosmos.
Speak a bit of that moment
When water and clay mingle,
And in a moment of union,
Sprouts a bud of flower.
Speak a bit of that moment,
When eyes become a heart,
When heart becomes eyes,
A star of dream, a rain-bow
Dither on the lashes.
Speak a bit of that moment,
When the Sun places its fire
On the bank of a lake,
And water becomes gold,
Miracles begin to happen.
Speak a bit of that moment,
When Love begins to blather metaphysics
When chest becomes hollow,
And heart dwells in each particle.
Speak a bit of that moment,
When sunbeams begin to fade,
The sights become vague,
The Sun dives down into puddle,
And the forms begins to muddle,
The earth beckons,
The desire of long sleep places her fingers
On the lids of eyes,
Speak a bit of that moment,
Speak a bit of that moment.
Written By Qayyum Tahir
Translated By Muhammad Shanazar
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Youth
In my life, been all the places
That I dreamed of since I was a kid
Bury the past, I'm getting on with
Things I never thought I'd get through
So now I know
I don't know anything
Except I notice that
You're still here
I don't want anything
Well that's a lie because
I want you here with me
I made mistakes, I've done some things
That I just wish I could go back and change
But now I'm here, and now I know that I
Can learn from those things that I've done
So now I know
I don't know anything
Except I notice that
You're still here
I don't want anything
Well that's a lie because
I want you here with me
Don't want it back
I like who I've become
I'm right on track
I'm feeling half as young
As I did when I was a kid
In my life, been all the places
That I dreamed of since I was a kid
I don't know anything
Except I notice that
You're still here
I don't want anything
Well that's a lie because
I want you here with me
So now I know
song performed by by Goldfinger
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