Hampered
When changes occur...
And today many are occurring simultaneously.
Those refusing to remove their rose colored glasses,
And stirring up commotion with their blurred visions...
Need ushering through the reconditioned process.
Since the blurring of those using the naturalness,
Of their own eyesight...
Is being hampered by the ones stumbling around,
Pretending their solid ground...
Is not shaking!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Which Time Zone
Today,
People are increasingly upset.
They protest.
Saying they wish,
A return back to normalcy.
And they blame the current leadership,
For not doing this quickly.
And those on the sidelines,
Refusing to adorn their rose colored glasses...
Wonder.
Who has dispensed,
Massive doses of crack!
And in which time zone had this been done?
Where were they when the authorities approved that?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Glasses That See Love
I go thru life with my eyes wide open
searching for that true love I'm craving to find,
only to see these rose-tinted glasses are
making my vision partiality blind.
Yet I do know what would be
in store,
I'd take the glasses off and no longer get the
chance to see
the beauty of romance that I've been waiting for,
the intensifying rose color,
as in a precious rose will always remains the core,
for it is the
lasting rose colored hue,
that by which makes all true love true.
poem by Linda I. Weischedel
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I’m Pretending
I’m pretending nothing happened,
that we are still together.
I’m pretending you never
went away with someone new.
I’m pretending we are still a couple,
that you are still nearby.
I’m pretending,
pretending
I am still with you.
I’m pretending that our love
still shines brightly.
I’m pretending that you still care
and lying to myself each day.
I’m pretending that you just stepped out
and that you are not far away.
I’m pretending,
pretending
I am still with you.
I’m pretending it always summer
and that winter never comes.
I’m pretending life is as it was
and I’m forever with you.
I’m pretending you are with me
and not in the arms of someone new.
I’m pretending that I am smiling
and that I’m not feeling blue.
I’m pretending,
pretending
I am still with you.
20 April 2009
poem by David Harris
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Overheard At the OK Corral
Bearer of bad news?
No!
I think...
'Couldn't Remove Rose Colored Glasses
From Those Who Still Had All Season Passes
To Disneyland'...
Is a more appropriate title for those awaiting
The sounds of the bugle boy to announce,
The arrival of the calvary coming...
To defeat 'threats' overheard at the OK Corral,
By approaching terrorists!
AFTER they have finished shopping on Rodeo Drive...
And Fifth Avenue!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thought Crime?
A once great Nation is being destroyed by design
In front of trusting eyes of unsuspecting masses
Won't be long before thought is deemed a crime
'Lest "We the people" remove rose-colored glasses
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poem by Ray Lucero
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People have a tendency to see country life through rose-colored glasses.
quote by PJ Harvey
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Dusted Traditions
You will not find the answers in books.
Or researching through archives,
For clues to undo subdued remorse.
Nothing found printed,
Can seal cracks in cement!
What is occurring has needed full attention,
With 'hands on' acknowledgement...
And not through documents!
Those who followed scholars,
From a time long gone...
Those deemed to be brilliant...
In the centuries they were born!
Living processed concepts of life,
In days romanced and passed...
Can not be found today,
On cobblestones paved...
Erased to support,
Those urban sounds now heard...
And around on ground,
Violently shaking and disturbed!
Dusted traditions,
Picked over in transitions...
May satisfy those who try,
To bring a wholesome innocence back.
One that was glamourized,
And even then painted to attract!
Living in denial in the face of facts...
Is stirring up a turbulence,
In the minds of those...
Wishing added chapters exposed,
Were not so traumatic...
Sealed, abandoned and closed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I guess I kind of lived in a fairytale world... looking at everything through rose-colored glasses. I probably always will, to a certain extent.
quote by Sharon Tate
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Rose Coloured Glasses
(scott mccarl)
Im an ivory tower boy
Never quite put down the toys
I always think the best of them all
I see only sunny skies
With the wool over my eyes
I never seem to find the crack or the fault
I see it all through rose coloured glasses
And I only see what matters to me
I see you all through rose coloured classes, yeah
The road that I chose is coloured rose
Its a funny sort of haze
All full of dreams of yesterdays
And the dreams are so real you could cry
And you know the grass is green
On the side youve never seen
And the thought is what helps you get by
I see it all through rose coloured glasses
And I only see what matters to me
I see you all through rose coloured classes, yeah
The road that I chose is coloured rose
As I grow a little more
Wonder what this all is for
And the brass ring is slipping away
I would keep the glasses near
And would shed a quiet tear
And maybe smile inside as I say
I see it all through rose coloured glasses
And I only see what matters to me
I see you all through rose coloured classes, yeah
The road that I chose is coloured...
song performed by by Eric Carmen
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Once Upon A Rose
Once upon a
rose
Was planted.
A trellis
was
erected,
a safe
arbor
for her
to
rely on.
cling to.
As she
grew
opening
her
petals,
becoming
a lovely
lady.
she was
admired,
looked
upon
for her
beauty.
One day
someone
decided
to
transplant
her into
their
garden.
Once upon
a rose.
They began
to pick
at
her
petals.
One by one
they fell
to the
ground.
One by one
coming
ever
near to
her
heart.
Saddened,
she
began to
cry
being
exposed
to the
world.
Finially
the
plan
for her
return
was
complete.
Being hurt
and
forlorn
once again
she clung
to her
trellis.
Today
her petals
remain
closed,
refusing
to
reopen.
Once upon
a rose.
poem by Heather Burns
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Let The Joyful Sunshine Come
Let the joyful sunshine come
to the inside little some,
where emotions hide
with our thoughts abide,
- and we don't know where are from.
Summer like a sweetest rose
going through and then it goes,
colored treasures
eyesight pleasures,
- all there in from lightness grows.
Everything is moments new
from the gray and to the blue,
many sunshine days
nothing long though stays,
- for each time is going through.
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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Writing is no trouble: you just jot down ideas as they occur to you. The jotting is simplicity itself - it is the occurring which is difficult.
quote by Stephen Leacock
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Like a Decaying Tooth
Truth like a decaying tooth,
Hits a nerve if left ignored.
And eventually 'has' to come out.
Or continues to contaminate.
Until its pain shuts a moaning mouth.
And whether the tooth comes out or not...
The devastation can become so effective,
Folks refusing to correct the defects...
Are subjected to live their entire lives,
Relying on the inadequate taste of reality...
Based upon falsities,
With the naturalness of a substance missing.
And those left to gum through what is consumed,
Only dream in wishful thinking they could afford...
Getting a remembered bite back,
Once they took so much for granted.
Now observe they do so many trying to hide,
They too are going through the same process.
But consciously chose to be victims.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ground conceptual
conceptual poetry is a ground for floating identity or post-identity being in the becoming process of possibility-a shaking and unstable truth-banks.conceptual poetry is a ground for floating identity or post-identity being in the becoming process of possibility-a shaking and unstable truth-banks.conceptual poetry is a ground for floating identity or post-identity being in the becoming process of possibility-a shaking and unstable truth-banks.
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'GROUND'
What A Rose Can Say
A rose can say I love you and want you to be mine,
A rose can say I thank you for being so very kind,
A rose can say congratulations, whatever the occasion may be,
A rose can say I miss you and wish you were here with me,
A rose can say I'm sorry if I've hurt you in any way,
A rose can say get well soon, May God bless you today,
A rose can say I wish you happiness, and the best for you each day.
A rose can say farewel when someone goes away,
A rose can say hello, I'm thinking of you today,
There's just so many wonderful things that a rose can say,
A rose can say goodbye when a love one is laid to rest,
No matter what there is to say, a rose can say it best.
poem by Margie Driver
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~ Size Zero ~ Ground Zero ~
~ SIZE ZERO ~ GROUND ZERO ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK.
30.11.09.
Sz ~ burning calorie
Gz ~ bruising calorie.
Sz ~ trimming body
Gz ~ treading psyche.
Sz ~ blooming blush
Gz ~ bereavement hush.
Sz ~ fluent flowering
Gz ~ blued blurring.
Sz ~ Standing ovation of cheers
Gz ~ Standing elegy of tears.
Red Rose to Sz ~ Applause
Red Rose to Gz ~ Solace.
------
Copyright reserved by the author
poem by Ms. Nivedita Bagchi Spc. Uk.
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Why Would a Question In Your Mind Persist?
You say you wish to know more about racism?
The reason for it,
And why it exists?
Take one step away from your doorstep.
And ask yourself this...
Is your environment exclusively lived?
Does your comfort zone condone a mix?
And if it does...
Why would a question in your mind persist?
If your neighborhood, family and friends...
Do not warrant it!
Unless you're one of 'those'
Wearing rose colored glasses.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why Do They Leave?
Oh why do they leave
Oh why do they leave
On the day that you needed them the most
Simple cards and things
Rose colored sunsets no flowers for me
Simple cards and things
Rose colored sunsets no flowers for me
Lover why do you leave
Lover why do you leave
On the day I want you for me
Say say it aint so
That he will take you tomorrow
And I will sit here today
The worst
Simple cards and things
Rose colored sunsets no flowers for me
Simple cards and things
Rose colored sunsets curtains for me
Lover why do you leave
Lover why do you leave
On the day I want you to be
The one
song performed by by Ryan Adams
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Snowthunder
White on the ground and cicles
from the roof
Trees of ice and vehicles are
one inch solid
All is white
From building top to ground
No breeze or no sky or no birds
or no sound
All is still
With a sudden crack the lightening
splits the sky
In many directions roaring
From one side of the sky to the other
Shaking of the ground
Ice shatters from trees and roofs and
from everywhere
Hitting the ground
Sounds echo of popping and snapping
and cracking
Sheets falling off of sides and tops
Sounding like a war is on us
The ground and sky shakes and roars
No safe place to step
A bird flies through the sky screeching
Flying in waves and screaming
Beware the snowthunder comes
poem by Sarah Stites
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Pretending
(by jerry lynn williams)
How many times must we tell the tale?
How many times must we fall?
Living in lost memory
You just recalled
Working on the sound of the band
Trying to get the music right
Two go out working
Three stay home at night
Thats when she said she was pretending
Like she knew the plan
Thats when I knew she was pretending
Pretending to understand
Pretending, pretending
Pretending, pretending
Satisfied but lost in love
Situations change
Youre never who you used to think you are
How strange
Chorus
I get lost in alibis
Sadness cant prevail
Everybody knows strong love
Cant fail
Dont be pretending about how you feel
Dont be pretending that your love is real
Dont be pretending about how you feel
Dont be pretending that your love is real
Pretending, pretending
Pretending, pretending
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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