God Is Not Some Mindless Creation
On these battlefields they leave no triumphs.
They leave no scars or wounds to pride!
Heartaches are collected,
Within memories devastated.
To understate this need to destruct...
Reveals a thirst,
For blood and guts!
By those mentally and morally corrupt!
Those who blindlessly march into war...
Will regret what they've done on innocent shores.
They will regret their ambitions,
To disguise their intentions!
No peace will come to rest on their consciousness.
No forgiveness comes to sit.
For those who willfully inflict this brand of evilness!
No one's way of life is rewarded,
By creating strife for another's life of blight!
It is just not the way,
God wishes His children to play in these days!
And The Almighty has already begun,
To show those He alone rules in His Kingdom!
He will insist this is ultimately understood!
And not dismissed by a display of hollow rituals.
Some believe they have this right and should!
Oh no!
God is not some mindless creation...
Depicted by those in Hollywood!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How High is Your Pride?
How high is your pride?
To sacrifice for your love
How high is your pride?
To make someone see you
How high is your pride?
To pursue someone do something
How high is your pride?
To achieve your own goal
Will you throw everything
And take any risk
Will you erase your shame
And do any silly task
Will you give something precious
And leave you weak
Will you break any rule
And turn everybody into enemy
Will you regret it later?
Because your love is gone
Will you regret it later?
Because happiness only a moment
Will you regret it later?
Because it doesn’t make any different
Will you regret it later?
Because your victory wine tastes bitter
How high is your pride, my dear?
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Special Memories
My memories are special for they leave a good feeling for me
Some just a day, a sight, a voice, an experience; you see.
They have made my life bountiful and beautiful and ever so much more
A singular memory to display an earthly journey with each an open door.
Just one memory could elicit a dialogue of meaning and feeling
To open up my humanity for a full life that was revealing.
So much has been given to us as part of our earthly treasure
The spiritual and the material; and most importanly, also nature.
Important things about life in my memory and all the rest
Seperate from our being and are the very best.
Most of these things took but a minute and others more than a day
Some like love have lasted a lifetime; along memories way.
That which caused fear, pain, sorrow or regret
To find their own repose or disappear; which would be best? .
I can withdrawn from my memory to view and savor
Very first love; and my best ice cream flavor.
I never have to replace nor even to renew
As my memory is guarded by God's love; just for me and you.
I don't believe I would trade even one memory of mine
For a taste of heavenly bread or a sip of its wine.
I leave you a sample of what I absorbed in this life
Gifts from God and you; and all with very little strife.
12-03-05 Aho Speaks
poem by AHO Speaks
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Show me the Way
Show me the way that leads to the true life.
I do not care what tempests may assail me,
I shall be given courage for the strife;
I know my strength will not desert or fail me;
I know that I shall conquer in the fray:
Show me the way.
Show me the way up to a higher plane,
Where body shall be servant to the soul.
I do not care what tides of woe or pain
Across my life their angry waves may roll,
If I but reach the end I seek, some day:
Show me the way.
Show me the way, and let me bravely climb
Above vain grievings for unworthy treasures;
Above all sorrow that finds balm in time;
Above small triumphs or belittling pleasures;
Up to those heights where these things seem child's-play:
Show me the way.
Show me the way to that calm, perfect peace
Which springs from an inward consciousness of right;
To where all conflicts with the flesh shall cease,
And self shall radiate with the spirit's light.
Though hard the journey and the strife, I pray,
Show me the way.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Like Zsa Zsa Zsa Gabor
She wanted to be the hostess of the big game show
Like Loni Anderson
She wanted (yeah eh eh eh)
To be seen on Spectravision
She told her friends that one day she would be the movie queen
Like Krystle Carrington
And pay her weekly visits (yeah eh eh eh)
To the top beautician
Soul corruption, self destruction (are you prepared to fight?)
You can make a lotta money
Take a little bit, take a little bit, run
New sensation, Cecil B. DeMille creation (soul corrupt, self destruct)
You can make a lotta money
Take a little bit, take a little bit, run
She wanted to marry a big movie star
Like Omar Sharif
The walk-on part (yeah eh eh eh)
Of the movie was a big success
She did a voice-over selling Hershey bars
Like Betty White
But for now (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
She is a temporary waitress
Soul corruption, self destruction (are you prepared to fight?)
You can make a lotta money
Take a little bit, take a little bit, run
New sensation, Cecil B. DeMille creation (soul corrupt, self destruct)
You can make a lotta money
Take a little bit, take a little bit, run
Sell your face
Sell your lips (all the way to Hollywood)
Sell your eyes
Sell your lips (all the way to Hollywood)
Satellite (all the way to Hollywood)
She told her friends that one day she would be the movie queen
Like Zsa Zsa Zsa Gabor
But for now (yeah)
She is a waitress in a cocktail bar
Soul corruption, self destruction (are you prepared to fight?)
You can make a lotta money
Take a little bit, take a little bit, run
New sensation, Cecil B. DeMille creation (soul corrupt, self destruct)
You can make a lotta money
Take a little bit, take a little bit, run
-aca
song performed by by Erasure
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Red
Place that bayonet in my hand,
And fill this pouch with lead;
Show me the blood and leave me, and let me
Stand
By my dead.
Cover those staring eyes and go
And stab in the red, red rain.
Show me that blood and leave me. They groan
In the snow.
With the pain.
Cover his head with a scarlet cloak,
And run to your scarlet strife,
Show me that blood and leave me, where white
Snows choke
Out the life.
Turn his face to the sanguine skies,
The skies where the red stars move.
Show me that blood and leave me; a dead man lies
With his love.
poem by Leon Gellert
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Heartless Precision
Sadly stagnant with toxic tactics.
Mentally witless.
And morally pathetic!
And this might reflect,
The best that they can give.
Since everything else they've done...
Has them depicted lower than scum!
Proving they can undo one's quality of life.
With heartless precision.
And declarations to insist this sickness is right.
What purpose serves the conflicts...
If land we stand on is being to foreigners sold?
Who today is left believing,
All the lies that are being told!
What medications are they on?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Karma
I don't leave you
I never leave you
I thought I can't leave without you
but you can
though my heart's torn and crushed down
I thought you can forget about me
I didn't know you
you were born to stab my heart
but I still care about you
entwined heart can't be cut down even with thousands mind
my young age with you
I'm satisfied with that
I don't want hesitantly release you and let you destroyed
my heart shaped in my chest
I will hide it like gone
so forget about me
time, memories and your tears now
let all go without regret
don't hesitant and turn back too
go!
you must be sad and hurt
hard to breath, like me now
you blame me, you believe my harsh words
what should I do
if I born again in the next life
what should I do with you that born following me
you must be very lovely
and I will let you go like this
let that grudge points only to me
I will live alone and leave alone
if all keep chasing me, let only me be chased
I will not leave a trace in this world
in this powerless world, I will not leave
love or hate
happiness or sadness
I will live this life alone
alone forever
in this hollow world, I'll stay beside you
in the road you walk alone, alone me will protect you
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Reversal of Condescension
A patronizing shift...
Has saddled them with,
A reversal of condescension.
The act of looking down on others from their noses,
Now has them exposed as those others oppose.
This did not happen overnight.
It took generations to inflict bitterness.
And to get others like this uptight.
This did not occur with a consciousness.
This took hundreds of years.
As enemies were declared...
To leave the innocent stripped,
And plundered.
To leave the innocent stripped of resources.
Diminished to leave them in tears.
A patronizing shift...
Has saddled them with,
A reversal of condescension.
The act of looking down on others from their noses,
Now has them exposed as those others oppose.
This did not happen overnight.
It took generations to inflict bitterness.
And to get others like this uptight.
Now the days look bleak and dim for them!
Those who believe they were above law and sin.
It is as if a pendulum swing...
Has come back to be swung.
And those who are now fresh victims of this,
Will find there is no place for them to run.
When the time comes and this is done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Something Dismissed Should Be Retrieved
Those wants and wishes have materialized,
Right before their eyes.
And that which has been stated not wished,
Appears with no disguise.
And arguments heard occur to travel...
Faster than a speeding bullet,
Shot from an opened mouth.
With a twisting of facts...
From there to an ear for all to hear.
Whispered behind most backs.
What consciousness is this?
When complaints like this exist.
Those wants and wishes have materialized.
Why is it they now resist.
Something dismissed should be retrieved.
Yet what has been dismissed,
Has allowed those wants and wishes...
To appear!
But not wanted.
And now claimed...
Not wished.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When It Hurts The Least
I will leave you with tears crawling down my face
I will leave and it will feel like moving to hell from grace
I will leave because i cannot bear your distance
I will leave because life just wont give us a chance
I will leave knowing i have done everything i could do
I will leave owning nothing but our memories and your photo
I will leave with the last bit of pride left in me
I will leave but first i will unlock my heart and set you free
I will leave and it will tear me apart not looking back
I will leave, wave goodbye and my life will slowly turn black
I will leave knowing i was the luckiest victim of your love
I will leave missing every kiss and touch and all i can no longer have
I will leave but i hope you know i am compelled to
I will leave but i will be devistated as i worshiped you
I will leave though it hurts like mad to be forbidden from your sight
I will leave but your lost reply will kill me when i summon you every night
poem by Ayesha Sartawi
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Pitstop
In my pain remaining,
You still dropp more of it.
As if I occupy a pitstop.
And I am there...
To replenish your need,
To gas up...
As you retire your worn out displeasures,
To rebuckle for a rebooting...
For a race you keep,
To speed away to leave me broken.
I pray for you!
To Stop this dance you do with evil.
But emotionally you wish me drained.
So no one else can see,
Who re-energizes you...
After you are through abusing me.
But one day you will come not to feel this way.
The scars dropped by the clock...
Will inflict upon your mind reminders.
Behind closed doors,
You will begin to feel trapped.
By a consciousness that visits.
And your past misdeeds will plead to be forgiven.
But...
From whom or what,
Will release you from those pitstops,
That left me strickened as you struck...
With a letting go for a public showing.
'Stop it,
Let me go.'
The scars dropped by the clock...
Will inflict upon your mind reminders.
'Stop it,
Let me go.'
The scars dropped by the clock...
Will inflict upon your mind reminders.
In my pain remaining,
You would dropp more of it.
As if I occupied a pitstop.
And I was there...
To replenish your need,
To gas up...
As you retired your worn out displeasures.
To rebuckle for a rebooting...
For a race you kept,
To speed away to leave me broken.
One day you will come not to feel this way.
'Stop it,
Let me go.'
The scars dropped by the clock...
Will inflict upon your mind reminders.
'Stop it,
Let me go.'
The scars dropped by the clock...
Will inflict upon your mind reminders.
And it will be your misdeeds.
Not me to haunt you.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Memories
Children have different memories
Of parents who pass away.
While some will forgive freely,
Others remain bitter each day.
Dead parents can't say 'Sorry! '
For failures and mistakes.
No tears can change life's story,
Forgiveness is all it takes.
Recycling and rewinding
The painful things of the past,
Do not add to healthy living-
And may not make our life last.
Let us close the door for the dead,
Let them rest and be at peace.
Remember the good things instead,
And our heartaches and pain will cease.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Sonnet: Life’s Ambitions
If Life's a ship at sea with rafts and sail;
Our ambitions, the crew who steer it through;
And chance comes as a Wind or mighty gale,
That gives us success or our waterloo.
How must our Captain, Mind order his crew?
'The ship could sink, So, jump aboard, some men',
Keep ready the life-boats for saving few;
The rest can pray to God for quick haven.
Control, we must our desires, in life,
Our ambitions, need not be successful;
Life's safety first is what we choose in strife,
On Doomsday, soul must not be still sinful.
We aim to do the best we can on earth,
But ultimately, we aim for God's Mirth.
poem by John Celes
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Ignoring Creation’s Witness
Look about you, what do you see, creation about us abundantly,
From the sky above, to the ground, God’s Creation is all around;
From the grass plush and green, to blue sky above every scene,
God’s Creation all about the earth, is evidence of Creation’s birth.
When God spoke, it had begun; creating this world, with His Son,
As God continued for six days, with all Creation, to God’s Praise;
Saying, as God capped His Plan, in Our Image, let us create man,
Finishing Creation with His best, on day seven He then would rest.
Now with Creation set in place, it continues this day by His Grace,
While producing all kinds of life, to be sustained by Jesus Christ;
Nature from God pleasing to the eye, from the ground to the sky,
Birds, animals and vegetation, all produced within God’s Creation.
Nothing at all, has evolved, except minds, which haven’t resolved,
What to do with all God’s Truth, to validate a theory with no proof,
With an evolving, darkened mind, they leave logical Truths behind,
Deceiving, while being deceived, God’s Truth, they never believed.
But, even if God, these men refuse, all men will be without excuse,
Whatever theory these men claim, they’ll hang their head in shame,
For our Creator won’t be mocked, and they’ll be eternally shocked,
As they depart from His Majesty, to enter a darker, eternal destiny.
(Copyright ©04/2010)
After School (Villanelles)
Don’t think that school’s the hardest time in life.
You will graduate soon but don’t forget.
Believe, Believe do not end it in strife.
Some people will deal with it with a knife,
Because they are scared to try to forget.
Don’t think that school’s the hardest time in life.
Others might get rich and have a good life,
But it could end up in a huge regret.
Believe, Believe do not end it in strife.
Few may stay single in Gods way of life,
They will find happiness they won’t forget
Don’t think that school’s the hardest time in life.
Most have a fine job and a loving wife.
Someone to go home to and be a set
Believe, Believe do not end it in strife.
For you who don’t take the bad way in life,
Will be happy and never have regret.
Don’t think that school’s the hardest time in life.
Believe, Believe do not end it in strife.
poem by Martin Glenn
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Of course I do not regret the Bond days, I regret that sadly heroes in general are depicted with guns in their hands, and to tell the truth I have always hated guns and what they represent.
quote by Roger Moore
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How Many Times?
Love leave me alone
Ive got troubles of my own
I do believe that I have paid the price
For all the things Ive said and done
Every little thing that seemed to go wrong
How many times
Will I regret the chances taken?
Why do I end up
Always the one who is mistaken?
Love leave me to sleep
Let me wallow in my dreams
Till the icy past fades away
The dawning of a brand new day
The echoes of the past that still remind me
How many times
Will I regret the chances taken?
Why do I end up
Always the one who is mistaken?
song performed by by Erasure
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Remorse & Regret
Remorse the feeling of regret
the regret of doing a event
The alarm of Knowing your Human
-
The feeling of which we all like Kill
The feeling that comes, when murder happens
But is unseen, neither Good, Bad
Just Unknown
-
Death, abuse, Blood, carnage
None of it is Ne or Unknown to it
Its just unknown to itself
-
No mercy in spreading itself
No remorse...
just regret and Fear, its job
building and growing like Cancer
Until you self-destruct
-
Remorse does its job
and so does Karma
But never equally...
poem by Marcellus Watts
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Independent No Longer
Chaos and Madness. Tools of Man Kind to wield against each other like the sword and bow. Blood shed, a favored event in the devastated minds of soldiers and killers. The innocent cold blood of men and women, children and elders, young and old, is cast upon the beloved mother Earth, and it is here where Rak'Shi, herb of demons, thrives in the tinted crimson stained lands of human battlegrounds. Only we can prevent the world, our very race, from engaging itself to insanity. Least we make the ultimate regret and perish in a massive failure for peace.
Independence ends. We must trust and believe in one another.
Or else, we all take the plunge into Hell, in our growing Holocaust of madness.
poem by Jesse Milligan
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It's Time
Time to love me or leave me
Time to think and act
Not time to pretend and play more games
Not time to fake things you don’t feel
Not time to put on that sweet innocent smile
Time to fight or back down
Time to love or be lost
Time to show who your heart really lies with
Not time to ignore and act like you don’t care
Not time to try and make me change my ways
Time to look at the future
Time to make the memories last
Or leave them behind and in the past
Time to fess up or forget and let me leave you alone
Time to tell the truth with no more lies
Time for you to take off your disguise
poem by Danielle Floyd
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