Filtered May Be Your Love of Manure
Filtered may be your love of manure.
But the reeking of it still identifies you,
With filth.
Changing the fragrance doesn't replace,
Your presence.
And no matter how slick the oil gets,
Whether applied to your hair greased or not...
To give the appearance of vast riches.
The scent of it is a reminder of your stench.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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After The Filth Has Been Filtered
After the filth has been filtered,
And drained from minds forced to open...
There will be more honest discussions,
Attempted and made...
Between those in shadows,
And those accustomed to giving shade.
After the filth has been filtered.
With more uninhibited wishes,
From those who escaped away from those days...
When people were afraid to remove those masks,
Some homemade...
That did not convey true portrayals.
But were worn instead,
To deny and hide themselves with choices to be led.
And after the filth has been filtered,
More of life for them begins.
More of life is felt and shared.
With the necessity of charades and masquerades,
For them to end.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Into a Filth Attracting Scene
Has anyone seen my robin here?
These seasons have been too quickly changing...
And no robin this year appeared.
Has anyone seen grapes on the vine?
They seem to be missing,
With the peaches.
And the apples look past their prime.
Has anyone noticed nasty waters?
With little left clean enough to drink.
What are we thinking...
And headed towards?
Where is the love we had,
For this planet we adored?
Give me my memories back from sleeping.
I've awakened into a filth attracting scene.
And my screaming doesn't mean a thing!
These scenes are cracking backs,
And getting mean!
Retired to a diary that I'm keeping!
I feel alone in crowds I face.
I want to share every thought I'm thinking.
But thoughts I have could never erase,
What's taking place.
Where are those disgusted with disgrace?
Give me my memories back from sleeping.
I've awakened into a filth attracting scene.
And my screaming doesn't mean a thing!
These scenes are cracking backs,
And getting mean!
Has anyone seen my robin here?
These seasons have been too quickly changing...
And no robin this year appeared.
Has anyone seen grapes on the vine?
They seem to be missing,
With the peaches.
And the apples look past their prime.
They didn't look like that last time...
When minds were clear
And fought the appearance of slime!
We'll be defined as the human wasting kind!
These times we sit in twistedness seem fine!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Really Doesn't Matter
You say your ugly, i say it doesn't matter.
You say you have a dark past,
i say it doesn't matter.
You say theirs overwhelming responsibility,
i say it doesn't matter.
I don't believe in walking away when things get hard.
In fact they are my spark to continue my march.
Through thick and thin where to begin.
You say you don't have a way.
I say it doesn't matter.
You say that you cant give back what you would like.
I say it doesn't matter.
You say, you say oh it really doesn't matter,
I live one day at a time.
Choices will be made that will save the day
but hurt me financially.
It doesn't matter Choice will be made
that will set me back in my expectations.
It doesn't matter,
It really doesn't matter.
Its well worth it.
To see the beauty that
you have placed before me.
Oh how its worth it.
To settle down and not be looking to be found.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Something Lingers That Identifies
Overplayed serenades made,
Takes away from initial impressions.
Blurted tirades stay as fresh,
As one's first visit to a farm.
Leaving those animals best remembered,
Not only by appearance alone.
Something lingers that identifies...
By type and smell.
And determines whether a return,
Is necessary.
In most cases...
What would be the point,
To relive a stench...
That seems to be forever present.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Graciousness
I don't intend to dye it at all.
It has been well deserved.
I earned it.
I try to execise,
To keep my body physically fit.
So I don't give the appearance of Godzilla.
I don't have that temperment.
But I do admit to a raised eyebrow...
Especially around those who assume,
My graciousness comes without effort!
The older I get,
The more of it is expected.
And on some days I may disappoint.
Those are the days I'm not hardly trying to show grace.
Those are my rudeness days.
And I do my best to provide balance!
Some folks don't get the message...
Until all sides are allowed a scrutinized view!
It entices gossip.
And I am not beneath delivering to this need!
'I am not talking about your hair.
I thought you thought I was talking about your hair? '
I've learned as I get older...
Say anything!
It doesn't matter.
Few listen.
And those that do...
Have no clue what the conversation is about!
Tie it all in!
Ultimately they will believe it all makes sense.
It doesn't have to!
And that's what I love most about aging!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Kid Fears
Pain from pearls -hey little girl
How much have you grown
Pain from pearls - hey little girl
Flower for the ones youve known
Are you on fire
From the years
What would you give
For your kid fears
Secret staircase, running high
You had a hiding place
Secret staircase, running low
But they all know, now youre inside
Are you on fire
From the years
What would you give
For your kid fears
Your kid fears
Skipping stones, we know the price now
And any sin will do
How much further, if you can spin
How much further, if you are smooth
Are you on fire
[are you on fire]
From the years
[from the years? ]
What would you give
For your kid fears
[what would you give]
[what would replace the rent with the stars above]
(replace the rent with the stars above)
[replace the need with love]
(replace the need with love)
[replace the anger with the tide]
(replace the anger with the tide)
[replace the ones, the ones, the ones, that you love]
(replace the ones, the ones, the ones, that you love)
Ah the ones that you love
Are you on fire
(replace the rent with the stars above)
[are you on fire]
From all the years
(replace the need with love)
[from the years]
What would you give
(replace the anger with the tide)
[what would you give]
For your kid fears
(for the ones that you love)
(the ones that you love)
Hold on now
Are you on fire
(replace the rent with the stars above)
[are you on fire]
From all the years
(replace the need with love)
[from the years]
And what would you give
(replace the anger with the tide)
For your kid fears
[what would you give]
(for the ones that you love)
What would you give
(the ones that you love)
For you kid fears?
[what would you give]
What would you give for your kid fears
Your kid fears
Hey kids
Hold on
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Lost Scent
Tonight my bound hair
Has fallen astray in this prison
The scent of chenghi in my tresses
Has vanished among the stink of the wolves
The lost scent of my tresses
Torments me
The indelible marks of paws
On my bosom haunt me
In my dream-like-life
Oh my tresses, my comrades
For many a seasons
Somebody cut it this day
It is beyond my endurance
The remnants of stench
In my tresses; in my body
Ema, please cut my hair!
Ema, please peel my skin!
poem by Shreema Ningombam
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If Love Ever Kisses Me Again
Luna,
My heart drifts up
To the silver moon
And I swoon
But no one
Is here tonight
To fall in love with.
I walk our childhood streets alone,
Worship the same lilac fragrance
From the same bush
I once cut blooms
To bring to you.
Somehow,
I’m happy tonight
In the sweet
Midnight air of summer:
It doesn’t really matter
If I ever see you again,
It doesn’t really matter
If love ever kisses me again.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Love and Fragrance
The fragrance of a flower
Like the fragrance of a woman
Is a declaration of fertility
The poetry of seduction
When you hold a flower
When you touch your lover
Traces of the fragrance stay with you
They're ingrained in your skin
Much like the single red rose
Standing alone, erect
Aflame with desire
My passion is only for you
And like a delicate flower
Our love is fueled by a fragrance
A fragrance that is uniquely yours
A scent that demands my attention
But in the end
Without love
Without passion
There would be no fragrance
~Rick Berry
poem by Rick Berry
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Mother, Among the Dustbins
Mother, among the dustbins and the manure
I feel the measure of my humanity, an allure
As of the presence of God, I am sure
In the dustbins, in the manure, in the cat at play,
Is the presence of God, in a sure way
He moves there. Mother, what do you say?
I too have felt the presence of God in the broom
I hold, in the cobwebs in the room,
But most of all in the silence of the tomb.
Ah! but that thought that informs the hope of our kind
Is but an empty thing, what lies behind? --
Naught but the vanity of a protesting mind
That would not die. This is the thought that bounces
Within a conceited head and trounces
Inquiry. Man is most frivolous when he pronounces.
Well Mother, I shall continue to think as I do,
And I think you would be wise to do so too,
Can you question the folly of man in the creation of God?
Who are you?
poem by Stevie Smith
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Time And Its Daughter
Time and its Daughter
I love your face and your face loves itself
For its perfect nose, green eyes and rosy lips
And your fragrance has a Narcissistic allure.
The way you walk pavements adore you
rain shies away as not to make your hair wet
I love your face and your face loves itself.
When you cross the street car horn blears
All by themselves and white cars turn pink
And your fragrance has a Narcissistic allure
Sun doesn´t burn your skin, makes it golden.
Till, one day, the mirror tells of a wrinkle, and
you know years are ganging up on you.
You only enemy is time it waits in the wings.
As furrows settle on your forehead.
I love you face, your face doesn´t love itself
Car horn doesn´t blare anymore, get off
The road you lazy old woman, they honker
Your fragrance of youth has lost its allure
poem by Oskar Hansen
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This Is Me!
You can't judge a book by it's cover
So why can you judge a man by his looks?
It doesn't matter if he's Short or tall,
You have to look inside to know him
You can't give a label on a girl you don't know.
You can't tell a person how to live
You have to know there life story
Before you can tell them who there are
I wear tank tops and Skirts.
eye liner and Mascara
But did you know I like football?
I carry a purse, I straighten my hair
But did you know I like rock music?
It doesn't matter what I look like
I am me,
and you don't know who I am
Unless you talk to me
Did you know that the guy over there enjoys animals
and That girl is a cancer survivor?
Some people aren't given the chance to explain
But they have some much to give to the world
I wear tank tops and Skirts.
eye liner and Mascara
But did you know I like football?
I carry a purse, I straighten my hair
But did you know I like rock music?
It doesn't matter what I look like
I am me,
and you don't know who I am
Unless you talk to me
You can try to tell me that I don't belong,
You can call me any name in the book
But no matter what I'll know
That this is me
I wear tank tops and Skirts.
eye liner and Mascara
But did you know I like football?
I carry a purse, I straighten my hair
But did you know I like rock music?
It doesn't matter what I look like
I am me,
and you don't know who I am
Unless you talk to me
(July 7th 2010)
poem by Serah Regnier
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In This Vast Garden of Variety
If it was not for left stench,
Of your presence...
The freshness of flower scents,
Would be more inviting...
In this vast garden of variety.
But you choose to come,
And leave a reek!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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incense, sweat
flower-scent and
candle smoke
and yes, burnt good years
charred goodbyes
mortar fire
rotten hellos
and tear gas
earthy tobacco
from cigars lit
in a four-star mouth
stench of fear
the smell of terror
from a furious horde
reeking of dying heroes
of these domestic wars
and splattered brains
of us
poets
the ones
whom you do not
know
the ones whom you
do not notice
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Secret Lover
Maybe you come in the night, maybe you come in the dawn
It doesn’t matter, I’m waiting for another occasion
Maybe you stay for one night, maybe you doesn’t stay at all
It doesn’t matter, as long as you still looking for me
Maybe you gone for nights, maybe you don’t give any news
It doesn’t matter, you’ll come back someday with your silly smile
Maybe people say I’m fool, maybe they say I’m fooled
But they never actually know meeting with you is like a dream for me
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Darkness
Been spending so much time underground
I guess my eyes adjusted
To the lack of light
I got
Covered in darkness
Covered in darkness
Hibernating always waiting for something new
Happiness always endin'
In the blink of an eye
There was no one attending
No one attending
It doesn't really matter where it all began
All I know
I got covered in darkness
Covered in darkness
Ever wonder why I never really truly connect
Although my eyes are open
I can hold your gaze
But I am never connected
Never connected
I am famous for my generosity
They say I am the kindest
But it is easier to
Give than receive love
Give than receive love
It doesn't really matter where it all began
All I know
I was covered in darkness
Covered in darkness
Turning pages over
Run away to nowhere
And it's hard to take control
When your enemy's old and afraid of you
You'll discover that the monster you were running from
Is the monster in you
Better to hold on to love
Better to hold on to love
Change will come
It doesn't really matter where it all began
All I know
I was covered in darkness
Covered in darkness
It doesn't really matter where it all began
Cuz all I know
I was lost
I was lost
No, no
It doesn't really matter where it all began no no
All I know
I was lost
I feel lost
Lost
No...
song performed by by Darren Hayes
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It Doesn't Matter
Hey, how's your conscience lately
You tried so hard to please me
And now you seem so uneasy
You say that you've enough and you're out of love
It hit me like a hurricane
It hit me like a speeding train
I try to climb a mountain range
And fall down on the ground again
I thought that it would be OK
But you had other cards to play
Just like a shot from a gun
I got hurt, I got stunned
That's how it hit me
I just want to know why
Do you do this to me?
And where, is your sense of reason?
So how, could you fool me so long?
And now, watch my tenderness turn to emptiness
It hit me like a hurricane...
It doesn't matter what I do
It doesn't matter much to you
It doesn't matter what I do
It's over now, we're through
You got me feeling excited
You gad me set and ignited
But now I'm feeling so down low
Like some down-trodden hobo
It doesn't matter...
You gad me chasing illusions
You got me lost in confusion
And I'm so tired of losin'
I've got to stop, now, and not get involved with you
again
It doesn't matter...
song performed by by Supertramp
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Respect Poem
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Resp ect your elders all if they deserve;
Respect your servants who will serve;
Respect your father for tilling the soil;
Respect your mother for her love and toil.
Respect all teachers who gave you the knowledge;
respect your parent who will pay for your collage
respect your friend who saved you from the ledge
respect yourself from not going to the edge.
they are so many things we tend to say
giving respect does not come everyday
don't reject, don't regret just correct
but don't forget to bloody respect.
respect it something i like
doesn't matter if your wrong or right
doesn't matter if you black or white
doesn't matter if your rich or poor
doesn't matter what the hell you own
doesn't matter what way were you born.
________________________________________
poem by Dbhker Don
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Say Manure! That Will Stick!
They are killing the police,
Over dog urinations.
That is the latest commentary,
To depict a nation...
Fed on fantasy and degradation.
But of course this influence,
Has had its beginnings dipped...
In a lack of strict discipline.
When it was believed that sparing the rod,
Would not produce thoughtless and reckless
Children who grew...
To be caring women and men!
Who knew?
Did you?
Folks worship their pets,
First,
Then God next.
Scurring off to grooming shows...
Spending tons of money,
Just to see an animal strike a human pose.
To get a ribbon or a trophy bestowed.
To say today folks are sick,
With priorities of nonsense...
At the top of their list.
Doesn't need the brilliance of a poet,
To sit and write about it.
Although it aids the creative mind with a 'lift'!
This madness is all over the place.
And one does not need to rely on brilliance...
To unmistakably know this,
This...
I'm seeking the right word!
'Say manure!
That will stick! '
I think you're right!
And one does not need to rely on brilliance...
To unmistakably know,
This 'manure' exists!
With a stench that pollutes a senselessness,
That affects with a seriousness every continent.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Anymore
Did you see it shatter
When you broke my heart
In to a million pieces
Scattered all about
I guess I don't matter
Anymore
You rolled me up like and old love letter
Tossing me to the floor
I guess I don't matter
Anymore
Life can be so cruel if you give your heart
Especially if the person you give it to
Doesn't love you
Anymore
Someday they will look back
And come to realize
That the person that love them the most
Doesn't love them
Anymore
poem by David Kush
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