Give Those Dancing Mice a Rest
Tell me...
If any of this is as it should be,
As these days continue to thrive.
Why are so many protesting,
The 'normalcy' of them
And...
What has happened to that 'normalcy'?
If indeed,
That had been declared...
A production of perfection!
Tested and proven.
With the best of that perfected bliss,
In shambles.
Leaving few in agreement,
That any of it...
If 'still' detected,
Has ever worked as professed.
To suggest...
Prehaps it is less than expected.
And assisted,
By a host of scientific coaches.
Minds collected above and beyond reproach.
'Give those dancing mice a rest, Harry!
It's either in the cheese that they are eating...
Or they are opposed to the way you sing that tune!
Something is wrong in the way you dispense the formula!
It is clear to me...
They do seem to provide more rhythm,
Than you can deliver.
Adding a bit more flair that is just not there! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Normalcy
A seemingly simple word, this normalcy,
But what it was, isn’t now and will never be.
Walks to school, unlocked doors no more.
Plane flights, trusting nights now not as before.
Normalcy, from now on, what will it decree?
Sadly our children will surely see. As for me,
Today its meaning is of little use
Since it now bespeaks of widespread abuse.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Run Along
Stay your distance.
Remember,
You declared me crazed.
And I've been trying to keep that protected.
From your accepted normalcy...
That has the majority of you,
Walking around in a daze.
And I rather keep my 'craze'...
Safe and masqueraded.
Run along.
Return to your conformity!
Since that is where you say you belong.
And your assessment has been right.
While the life I live,
Has for me been all wrong.
I agree!
Now run along!
I wish to keep my peace of mind,
With me peacefully all day and night long!
For as 'wrong' as you perceive it to be.
Leave me!
C-ya!
Oh,
Before you go...
Thanks!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Out of Their Comfort Zones They Are Thrown
People are too accepting,
Of their learned and enforced perceptions.
Envisoned with fixed images in their minds.
Like men aren't expected to cook or do chores.
Or women who look feminine,
Shock others who see them box in rings.
Or play basketball with hook shots,
To achieve high scores.
Men who sing and write,
Are expected to be limp of wrist.
While those who appear to be 'supermen'
Stop traffic when seen,
Holding hands to then kiss.
And women who wear lipstick,
Are often approached by men...
For sex and overnight 'flings'.
When they announce they are lesbians...
'Homophobics' do not begin,
To rejoice and sing.
People are too accepting,
Of their learned and enforced perceptions.
When out of their comfort zones they are thrown...
Those who are not like them,
Are condemned to be sinners!
As if a wholesomeness can not be lived...
Unless pretensions are embellished,
And mentioned to impress...
Over again and again.
With a 'normalcy' perceived...
That does not threaten what is believed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Get a Grip
This extraordinary trip,
Is going to involve backflips.
Upsetting what is 'normal'
With a normalcy perceived squeezed from it.
Bringing many to vomit.
And leaving many more quite sick.
However...
The awareness of what comes,
Is better than denying none of it comes to exist.
Get a grip!
There is no avoiding it.
Even magic applied will not disguise the ride.
It is going to deliver...
A bump to the rump of those already grumpy.
And lumps galore,
To the throats of those who had been bored.
This is not a tease to appease as before.
Get a grip!
You will witness there is no joking about this!
Blindfolds?
Only if those using them,
Can promise their use...
Will buffer the screams that begin.
And the first jolt experienced,
Introduces a breathtaking scene.
Some will think gets progressively mean.
Get a grip!
Especially those opposed to reality!
And accustomed to rely on denial to hide them.
This 'trip' is going to hit,
Like an unblocked fist that strikes in transit!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Lunacy Is Their Bliss
Can not make a living,
Like those comparing statistics.
Can not thrive in limitations...
As they assume themselves supernaturalistic.
Every condition they have created,
A mess themselves they leave.
They believe themselves superior...
By creating illusions conceived!
Taking from others and using them,
To show how much better they are...
Has proven that this is an existence that is sick,
And methods used has deepened their own scars.
This is their reality...
A normalcy suspiciously accepted,
And quite bizarre!
They will take a monkey's butt,
And cover it in pants!
Make cartoons of talking animals,
And destroy human beings at a glance!
They could care less where they make a mess...
As long as someone else is to blame.
And then accuse those they abuse,
By victimizing them to shame!
This is the historical game they have played,
To keep themselves feeling they are better!
But they have forgotten how rotten they have gotten...
And this cancer they have spread has kept them crazed.
No mystery is this!
This lunacy is their bliss!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Kudos
Don't you feel a mess,
When you don't get those kudos?
Kudos.
Those expected kudos.
Kudos.
And don't you feel a wreck,
When those kudos don't come through?
Kudos.
Those expected kudos.
Kudos.
Then you find a life,
Watching mice eating cheese.
Sitting in your kitchen nibbling rice and beans.
While looking out a window hopscotching over dreams.
And there's no kudos.
No kudos.
Have you ever 'tripped',
When you didn't get those kudos?
Kudos.
Those expected kudos.
Kudos.
Did you get upset,
In a mood with no kudos.
Kudos.
Those expected kudos.
Kudos.
And then you chased the mice,
With a broom you swung.
Knocking over lamps and feeling dumb.
And then the doorbell rings,
And a neighbor is there...
With noodles.
Meatballs and noodles.
Don't you feel a mess,
When you don't get those kudos?
Kudos.
Those expected kudos.
Kudos.
And don't you feel a wreck,
When those kudos don't come through?
Kudos.
Those expected kudos.
Kudos.
Then you find a life,
Watching mice eating cheese.
Sitting in your kitchen nibbling rice and beans.
While looking out a window hopscotching over dreams.
And there's no kudos.
No kudos.
And then you chased the mice,
With a broom you swung.
Knocking over lamps and feeling dumb.
And then the doorbell rings,
And a neighbor is there...
With noodles.
Meatballs and noodles.
And then the doorbell rings,
And a neighbor is there...
With noodles.
Meatballs and noodles.
But no kudos.
Sitting in your kitchen nibbling rice and beans.
While looking out a window hopscotching over dreams.
And there's no kudos.
But now you've got some noodles.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fanatics Are Back
Fanatics have been turned loose,
To make their presence legitimate.
Misting the air with lavender...
Lemon and apple scents!
A normalcy believed,
Is losing its grip!
The flower children have returned,
With peace to deliver...
And incense to burn!
Crazy mixed up baby boomers,
Slammed by reality...
And it couldn't have happened sooner!
Realizing their 'highs'
Have allowed today's 'lows'...
Following down a path,
And being lead by the nose!
Waking up from their fantasies...
With rusting trinkets,
And nothing else to show!
Fanatics of greed,
And teased by materialistic needs...
Are leaving plastic lives,
Once chased to thrive.
Now with open eyes...
And agendas to correct.
Seeking a sober happiness,
Instead of fulfillment in drunkened debt!
Questioning policies,
That bleed them 'and' enemies?
There seems to be discrepancies,
Lifting them off knees with a clarity.
These 'fanatics' are back,
And prepared with mended senses...
To restore an order from foolish acts,
Fixing ignored and broken fences!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Stuff Ain't Fresh
This stuff ain't fresh.
Just restated.
Updated to give it flair.
The same minds will ignore it.
And the proof will be there.
The rhythm changes.
With the same words repeated.
The beat is felt.
With those patting their feet.
A monotony delivers,
An expectation.
Yet no one will listen...
With dulled sensations.
This stuff ain't fresh.
Just restated.
Updated to give it flair.
The same minds will ignore it.
And the proof will be there.
Unless I write something,
About a 'monkey's butt'.
Only then,
Will all eyes stare!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is An Inclusive Experience
The best way to inform those uniformed...
Is not to conform to an accepted normalcy.
In time there will be no need to debate,
Those feelings perceived about reality.
Truth brings along with it,
An interpretation needing few to describe its presence.
Somehow it is felt...
Without a single word spoken.
Nor is it known to dispense...
Displays of envy given with disdain.
It is an inclusive experience without question.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Forever Poignant
Pungently pervasive.
Like a piercing done,
To affect the senses.
Foever poignant is this one.
This one here that wishes to stun.
But comes to leave someone a gift.
Something anyone can take...
That rises above the 'normalcy'
With an originality.
To provide a subtle scent that one may sniff.
But certainly one that is remembered,
For the quality it sustains...
As its identity remains with it.
And branded as it is,
For the affect it produces...
And leaves to give to those seduced!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Faith Proves
Faith proves complex when tested
Sweet when manifested
Faith fills needs to break through
Tested it seemly sinks to depths blue
Faith is a glowing light in a dark tunnel
Faith tested is a dead ending channel
Faith is a destined escape
Faith tested loses all form and shape
Faith is the cry to all battles
Yet tested falls about in loose shambles
Faith is wholesome and complete
Yet tested it feels so much like defeat
Faith moves mountains
Faith tested seems like bondage constrains
Faith is a well planted seed
Yet tested the feeling is hopeless indeed
poem by Wes Mbanje
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Loneliness
It is down deep in one`s being
It is feeling alone in a crowd
It is speaking without being
listened to.
It is singing without a tune.
It is dancing without rhythm
It is eating without taste.
Loneliness comes and dwells
in one's own being uninvited.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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There Are Many of Us Who Wish to Thank You
Under the current conditions of...
Premedicated fabrication.
With a representation of all that's insane!
I'd like to make this toast,
To those who live in absolute normalcy...
Wherever you remain in hiding!
Stay!
But hopefully not too much longer.
Your presence has already been missed!
And when and if you ever decide to emerge,
Again to face the ignorance that had dismissed you.
Know this...
There are many of us who wish to thank you.
Your resistance to put up with nonsense,
Has proven your endurance and courage.
And I'd like to raise this toast,
In gratitude.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dancing In The Streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Dancing in the streets
With any one you got to meet
Moving to the rhythm
Let your body feel the beat
Dancing in the streets
Let your feelings hanging out
Give it all youve got
Keep on dancing, sing and shout!
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Dancing in the streets
With any one you got to meet
Moving to the rhythm
Let your body feel the beat
Dancing in the streets
Let your feelings hanging out
Give it all youve got
Keep on dancing, sing and shout!
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on, keep on, keep on dancing
Keep on, keep on, keep on dancing
Keep on, keep on, keep on dancing
Keep on, keep on, keep on dancing
Keep on, keep on, keep on dancing
Keep on, keep on, keep on dancing
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on...
song performed by by Boney M.
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For Tony
you're home tony,
you're just right there
in the home of your heart
cool, be cool, tony boy
you're just right there
in your own home
feel the love
and kiss the person
next to you
close your eyes
and imagine a very
peaceful and
harmonious universe
stars with hands
holding each other
and dancing in
limitless space
of eternity
the moon and sun
on a perfect agreement
to make nights and
days of equal lengths
the rivers that flow
ending right there
in the deep blue sea
it is all perfect tony,
everything is just as perfect
as we wish and see
them all today
this moment of joy
and bliss this moment
of perfection
this moment when
our hearts fly like
birds towards
the island abundant
of our respective
& reserved
destinies
close your eyes tony
and imagine what perfection is
it is the shaking of the hands
of the mundane and the divine
the meeting of the minds
of God and Man
listen well tony to the sound
of peace and harmony
take note of every feeling
of stability
and then write
the next poem that comes
cascading like a waterfall
inside your mind
and then from where i am seated
i will read
the poem of your life.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Striving For Suffering
It is not achievements or goals or trophies
Or accolades or awards or the end itself
For which we strive, we as humans think that
Is what we desire, but
What we really seek is adversity and suffering
We all desperately long for it
Yo may at first think it strange or untrue
But in fact it is what we all yearn for, even you
Simply getting a trophy or award means nothing
IT is the work, the blood, sweat, and tears
That we all really desire, it's that something
There's a voice inside everyone hears
Pushing them to do more, to achievement,
but that achievement is wrought in suffering
Empowered by the pain and time, as if heaven-sent
It is only in the trial that we can have triumph
Only in adversity we can make the jump
From mundane normalcy to achievement, thus it is
Truly the pain itself that separates normalcy
From triumph it is not the trophy or the end
But the means that got you there.
poem by David Knox
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Aim at perfection, be satisfied with excellence
Aim at perfection
But be satisfied with excellence
As absolute perfection is
Unattainable
We say in science
Absolute zero is unattainable
Perfection means zero defects
In the product or outcome
And it means zero deviation
In the process and systems employed
While excellence in performance is
Being ahead of most of others
With regard to process and
Quality of the product
And this is achievable
It is well known and established that
Imperfection and randomness
Are the essence of survival
And the nature has all its biodiversity
Because of imperfection and
Deviation from the norms
Insistence on perfection
May lead to failures
And likely win you more foes than friends
You may even leave a scar in the hearts of
Your own people and friends
If you zero in on perfection only
The fact remains
There is no perfected art
There is no perfected process
There is no perfected write
All await your touch
And improvement therefrom
You do not compromise either
As you will be struggling to
Excel all others
Target at the best
Arrive at the best possible
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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A Scientific Approach
Certain perceived objects
conveyed convincingly
symbolize moment distilled images
culturally accepted objects
confirmative valid ideas.
Certain examined objects
recognized perceptively
observable phenomena splices
symbolize scientific defined data
tested rigorous repeated experiments
accepted principles proven perceptions
academic solid scientific fact affirmations.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Mitt Romney Has Confirmed What?
Mitt Romney has confirmed that which more than
47% of US voters have felt in their citizen hearts;
excessive profit exploitation of resources by 1%
the richest money grabbing carpetbaggers is wrong.
Mitt Romney condescendingly declared a poor
over exploited 47% dependent on the federal;
government for healthcare and housing are not
a presidential responsibility in corporate policy.
Mitt Romney has no ability to provide better lives
nationally as a goal massive profits by his ruthless;
supporters capitalism of super-corporations bankers
is adding salt to US unemployed bleeding wounds.
Mitt Romney supports government failing to provide
Americans employment due to recession production;
in factories exported overseas denying an American
recovery domestic employment in America healthy.
Mitt Romney illustrates how government by the rich
for the rich has lost the faith hearts and minds of;
poor Americans need creating employment for work
starved poor by building roads bridges both literally;
and figuratively would restore faith in key leadership
and US economy with a positive invasion of the mind;
sending jobs factories to foreign sweat shop workers
strips discarded victim job stripped of right to work!
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Freedom Song
I sing for Freedom, from now on
I touch,
I see,
I hear,
I breathe,
I taste
“Freedom Freedom”
The sea and her waves sing “Freedom Freedom”
The ebb and the flow take me by the hand and dance once and again,
Rise and fall,
Up and down
That’s the rhythm of life
That's the rhythm of our dance too
To the rhythm of the Freedom Song they feel good,
I feel nice, I feel free
The tune was made by birds
Do,
Re,
Mi,
Fa,
Sol,
La,
Si
They compose
The Azure makes the song more and more splendid
The Great Smoky Mountains sings too Freedom Freedom
The sunbeam increases the song rhythm
The soft breeze makes the leaves clap,
Unconsciously my body keeps shivering
All flowers smile and sway on the rhythm of the Freedom Song
Freedom Freedom that’s all I feel,
That’s all they say, that’s all they sing and tune
What great moments! ! !
***Freedom Forever & Ever
{July 04,2009}
poem by Glamorous Enigma
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