Highlighting An Observation
For themselves,
There is a need to create competitors.
To see a competing done between,
Different influences.
You know...
To feed conversations,
In cliques and forums...
Focusing attention,
To eventually infuriate themselves.
And,
To do this with such dedication.
They have a need to do this,
Since their egos are the only ones wounded.
Although it is believed,
The opposite infflicted affects someone else.
But that 'someone' just notices, laughs...
Without addressing this,
To submit 'reflections' to then leave.
'If you are not addressing it,
What do you call what you are doing? '
I call it,
Highlighting An Observation.
With a donating of comments that are 'sidebarred',
That will be intended for a mention or two...
To ruffle a few feathers.
'Leave it just as 'Highlighting An Observation'.
The other part is too wordy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Address anything
If there is sense in addressing the corpse,
‘Son, what evil have I done
for you to leave me so soon? ’
There will be sense in addressing the God,
‘God, what sin have I done
for you to test me like this? ’
Both emit their emotions.
02.06.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Insertion
The insertion,
The infection;
The inspection,
The section;
And this action was part of the reflections of your muse!
The attention,
The reflection;
The nation,
The inspection;
And this project was part of your muse!
The notification,
The pacification;
The attention,
The observation;
However, we need the laws to guide us on.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Overnight Observation
(j. farrar/t. snow)
Looks like Im the only one here
Even the nurse is gone
But I guess I should wait cause when she left, she said
The doctor wont be long
So make yourself at home
His office is down the hall
Why do I feel uneasy?
I know he must be good
Got credentials all over the wall
I hear a voice behind me say
What seems to be the trouble, my dear?
Wont you be kind enough to step over here
It might be fever
It might be flu
To isolate it, Ill have to hold you
Overnight (observation)
Overnight (observation)
In my opinion
All we can do to isolate it
Ill hold you overnight (observation)
Overnight (observation)
Please dont think me ungrateful
But holding me overnight
Seems a little extreme
Do you always serve martinis
And turn the lights down low
Doctor, do your colleagues know?
Although you say its good for me
I really dont feel like dancing now
Somebodys waiting
And Im double-parked anyhow
It might be fever
It might be flu
To isolate it, Ill have to hold you
Overnight (observation)
Overnight (observation)
In my opinion
All we can do to isolate it
Ill hold you overnight (observation)
Overnight (observation)
Now, I may look stupid
But Ill tell you what, Ive been around a long time
And I thought I had heard everything
I tell you, they keep coming up with them
I just couldnt believe my ears when he said:
Kick off your shoes, relax my dear
Slip into something comfortable
Two seconds flat, Im out the door and down the hall
It might be fever
It might be flu
To isolate it, Ill have to hold you
Overnight (observation)
Overnight (observation)
In my opinion
All we can do to isolate it
Ill hold you overnight (observation)
Overnight (observation)
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Self Examination Is a Process That Must Take Place
I am not one up to addressing stress.
Or the affects of neglecting the effects of it.
But those who defend and protect the obviousness
Of their own unhappiness,
Because they choose to keep their stress kept secret...
Can not be helped.
I've dealt with it myself to know the steps.
People who have already decided to over-medicate themselves...
Have chosen not to face their own reflections.
And self examination is a process that must take place,
If anyone is going to progress beyond their afflictions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Heart Wishes to Bleed
Driven crazed!
By possessions,
And seduced by their reflections.
In a daze!
And obssessed,
By what to feed on next!
And blazed!
By affects,
Of who has what and if it's best!
Amazed!
By the mess...
That hasn't caught their attention yet!
No idled time...
Finds a mind deep in need.
No mind demands...
What it does not see to feed.
No heart receives,
Wishes of it pieced away.
Or torn apart...
Just to have it bleed!
Driven crazed!
By possessions,
And seduced by their reflections.
In a daze!
And obssessed,
By what to feed on next!
And blazed!
By affects,
Of who has what and if it's best!
Amazed!
By the mess...
That hasn't caught their attention yet!
('No idled time...')
Driven crazed!
By possessions,
And seduced by their reflections.
('Finds a mind deep in need.')
In a daze!
And obssessed,
By what to feed on next!
('No mind demands...')
And blazed!
By affects,
Of who has what and if it's best!
('What it does not see to feed.')
Amazed!
By the mess...
That hasn't caught their attention yet!
And noooo heart...wishes,
To bleed!
Their driven crazed!
By possessions,
And seduced by their reflections.
Sit in a daze!
And obssessed,
By what to feed on next!
They are so blazed!
By affects,
Of who has what and if it's best!
Just amazed!
By the mess...
That hasn't caught their attention yet!
And noooo heart...wishes,
To bleed!
By possessions,
And seduced by their reflections.
To bleed!
And obssessed,
By what to feed on next!
To bleed!
By affects,
Of who has what and if it's best!
To bleed!
By the mess...
That hasn't caught their attention yet!
And noooo heart...wishes,
To bleed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The BENEFITS And ADVANTAGES Of Knowing
The BENEFITS of confessing,
To having less and becoming honest with oneself...
When addressing this in complete truthfulness,
Quickly eliminates a need to numb and medicate stress...
To free a mind accepting,
Time for them has come to set aside expectations.
And the ADVANTAGES of knowing,
There are limits to one can stretch to feed wants...
Seems to leave no mental or emotional affects to protect.
Like those who experience worrying themselves to death,
As to how to maintain false images obtained...
Jeopardizing dignity AND a loss of self respect.
Yes...
The BENEFITS And ADVANTAGES Of Knowing,
For those aware and prepared for this...
Can be cost effective.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Observation
You got to twist with the music to expose your body! !
And like a moving star performing in a church room;
But the observation of this muse is yours in the making,
However, it is always right to know the truth.
Observation, votes, rob, robs, brave, rave, save, sot, rate, to, bet;
But, you have to think twice if it is not in!
For, the churches are now turned into business centres.
Observation, bat, rat, star, rats, on, no, ion, ions, ton, tons, not;
And like a moving star performing ina church room!
But, the observation of this muse is now common in this country.
Observation, note, notes, be, so, or, at, as, an, near, sear, bear;
However, it ia always right to know the truth!
For, not all that glitters around us is gold.
Observation, bare, neat, seat, set, net, ten, nets, art, arts, raves;
With much work at hand to do for a living! !
Because, whatever you have around is always from hand to mouth.
Observation, bets, bent, rent, bents, rents, sent, vat, ran, sit;
But, you got to twist to the music to expose your nakedness! !
And like the muse of war in the land of trouble;
However, it is right to know the truth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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We believe that, by the time that we leave office, it will be institutionalized, and these programs will be addressing the needs and curing the problem that we set out to do.
quote by Alphonso Jackson
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Manifesting a Connection Made With Sincerity
There were plenty of opportunities,
For us then to communicate.
I even mentioned how important that was.
And you stated how you had no need for that attention.
I did.
Since I could not have any relationship...
Without a chemistry of participation in it.
And you believed,
All you had to do was go through the motions.
There were plenty of opportunities,
For us then to communicate.
I even mentioned how important that was.
And you stated how you had no need for that attention.
I hope you have not remained that ignorant.
And success means much more to you today...
Than a paycheck you eventually give away,
Making attempts to impress that happiness means...
Addressing the best of superficiality there is.
I hope you have not remained that ignorant.
And have adopted something of depth...
That cries to thrive in your soul.
Something you feel alive that touches you...
Deep,
And manifesting a connection made...
With sincerity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Flashmob It Is
Now they are calling,
A total acceptance of tolerated ignorance...
Condoned and allowed and collectively expressed,
With an addressing of it...
As 'Flashmobbing'.
'How chic and fashionable.'
Perhaps if they supplied the kids,
Guns and bombs and other destructive kits.
Maybe they should call this then...
A reflection of their self hatred and sensitivities,
Aimed to prove they are without identity or dignity.
With a successful escaping,
Of who they are...
From boundaries of their own inabilities...
To face the truth about themselves.
'mmm...
I can't see that on a marquee in lights.
That's too long to get out.
Plus the marketing would be too expensive.
It has no 'flavor'.
You feel me?
Let's just call it 'Flashmob' and leave it alone.
It connects and shows the best of a self degrading.
Plus...
The kids love it.
This is their way to get on TV.
It makes...
News.'
Flashmob it is.
Today's added craze!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Once Having No Time To Give
Why is it that those,
Once having no time to give to others...
Whether freely donating from their hearts or not,
Seem as if they have more of it.
With an abundance of time on their hands they have.
And the ones they had 'selected' then to share it with,
Could care less if they exist.
While the ones with the time,
Do their best to find something constructive to do.
Having spent most of their lives,
Addressing impressions and not a self worth.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Observation II
Observation, Orion, sat, sea, vet, vets, Ben, boat, boats, boot;
With your works at hand to be seen by others in this town!
But, try to wake up from this negative world to know the truth.
Observation, boots, soot, sort, soon, vain, train, rain, strain, stain;
With twisted words in the churches to blindfold my people! !
However, it is right to know the truth.
Observation, brain, brains, trains, rest, nest, best, bean, beans;
Down to the river side in this village,
But, somebody dropped in the bomb to kill many! !
Observation, ear, era, are, tear, tears, tea, eat, ate, bait, sate;
Words of love and works of peace!
Bringing in the truth to satisfy the hearts of many;
For, Rome was not built in a day.
Observation, seta, vent, it, is, in, sin, tin, bin, bins, tins, bone;
Dancing with the tunes to expose your body! !
But, someone needs to tell you the truth about this muse.
Observation, bones, stone, tone, tones, one, roast, boast, vote;
Wherever and whatever with the muse of your songs! !
But, let this earth be filled with righteousness than evil.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Walls
I know your name from what they are
Telling me.
They say that cruelty is born. That cruelty
Has a tendency to stay.
It is you. They mention the name of your
Husband. He died with a forlorn heart.
It is you. They say you never mentioned
His name. Not even once. You are cruel.
We meet today in this room. I am not afraid.
I am prepared. I will not be fooled
When you call me. You mention my name.
You appear sweet. Like some candy bar.
I cannot be fooled.
I tell myself. I am a wall. I am inside a very
Thick wall. I cannot hear you.
I do not wish
To be a part of you. No matter how sweet
You call my name.
They say that cruelty repeats itself.
And that I can be a fool sometimes.
I am a wall. I do not believe
This to happen to myself too.
You look at me. I am about to leave.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Goods From Your Efforts
Rise to the occasion each time met.
No matter how brisk cool breezes blow.
Or temperatures heated to leave you wet.
Bring with it uncomfortable humidity.
To slow the affects of your expectations.
Do not let a breaking of sweat upset.
Or keep a goal that is set to let slip,
From its fixed position in your mind.
And eventually the goods from your efforts,
Will deliver to you prosperity in time.
Do not let a breaking of sweat upset.
Or temperatures heated to leave you wet,
To slow the affects of your expectations.
And eventually the goods from your efforts,
Will leave you cheering to erase every regret.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Call Of The Daughter
CALL OF THE DAUGHTER
Mother! don`t kill me,
Before giving me birth,
In its place,
Don`t give me love,
I am your part,
I have the right to live,
Think a little,
I shall create such feelings as,
Service, sacrifice, dedication and devotion,
Mother! hear the call of the daughter
poem by Dr. Ram Sharma
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Walls
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I know your name from what they are
Telling me.
They say that cruelty is born. That cruelty
Has a tendency to stay.
It is you. They mention the name of your
Husband. He died with a forlorn heart.
It is you. They say you never mentioned
His name. Not even once. You are cruel.
We meet today in this room. I am not afraid.
I am prepared. I will not be fooled
When you call me. You mention my name.
You appear sweet. Like some candy bar.
I cannot be fooled.
I tell myself. I am a wall. I am inside a very
Thick wall. I cannot hear you.
I do not wish
To be a part of you. No matter how sweet
You call my name.
They say that cruelty repeats itself.
And that I can be a fool sometimes.
I am a wall. I do not believe
This to happen to myself too.
You look at me. I leave.
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What Is It That You Are Trying To Solicit?
If I had nothing else to believe,
When nourished as a child...
So happy am I,
I had not been encouraged to be deluded...
By a perception that my physicality...
Was the only reason I had been given the gift of life.
And my existence was to receive compliments.
With the expectations to thrive on them to survive.
So many live from day to day,
Concerned about their appearances.
With nothing else to offer or to give...
But a donating of a consistent ego.
To then seek confirmation,
From those who are equally obsessed...
With the addressing of their shallowness.
And offended by those who do not take notice.
'I don't understand it.
My weave flows.
My eyebrows are arched.
And my butt is tight and bubbled.
Why can I not attract attention? '
~How much more of it do you want?
What is it that you are trying to solicit?
A husband a pimp or a circus tent? ~
'Thank you for your encouragement.'
~No problem.
That's why I am here.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Compensated Enough
Expressing an attitude towards me,
Because my needs were then tolerated.
And she felt obligated to perform...
As if donating to a cause and charity.
And what was done,
Was compensated enough.
To force one of us to leave...
So I did!
And those who knew of this,
Believed me to be the culprit.
I didn't care one bit.
Since a few hours after I said 'I Do'...
She confessed she was in love,
With one of her girlfriends.
Names I wont mention,
To protect my own sanity.
And I had been on her agenda...
As 'something' she could not remove,
Until she proved to her family and friends,
She could find any fool to marry!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Please Leave Me Alone
please leave me alone
I don’t want to think;
please leave me alone
I ‘m happy to be a slave
please leave me alone
I only want to be led;
please leave me alone
for I only want a book
that tells me what I should do
please leave me alone
for I’ve found what I need;
and it’s just so good
as others have done
all the thinking for you and me
please leave me alone
all I want are commandments;
please leave me alone
for I have all the instructions
please leave me alone
I’ve got all my answers;
please leave me alone
my masters
have expertly fixed my brain
and if you don’t leave me
alone now
I’ll call them in,
and I assure you,
they’ll gladly fix you
right and proper
so just leave me alone
for I’m well and content;
with the prescribed course
I’m saved,
and I’ve been assured,
I’m going to Heaven
where I’ll be an angel
with an unlimited supply
of ecstasy pills
so, I say,
please leave me alone
I don’t want to think;
please leave me alone
I ‘m happy to be a slave
poem by Raj Arumugam
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Do You Need The Service?
Do you need the service?
Do you need to call me daily?
Do you have reasons for calling at all?
Is something on your mind?
Is something wrong? I get the feeling
That youre laughing at my quiet surprise
My silhouette is changing
As Im aging by your window
And I focus on a light by your face
Call me 'the operator
Making comments hes so technical
Or Ive absolutely nothing to do
Recycle all my photographs
Ill leave a picture of the queen
And no one has to know I was there
Me, Im so ashamed
Youre all connected to my number
And the conversations only polite
Ill wear my old grey raincoat
Just in case youre 'confidential
Make up stories like the screen fades away
Today its in a taxi
By the station, and its raining
And I wonder how they all made it before
song performed by by Gary Numan
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